Sword of Coming

After saying this, the Confucian scholar laughed at himself, "What is so valuable about Qi Jingchun's disciples now?" There was a room full of elementary school children, each of whom received a stipend, which was only 300 pence a year. Some children from poor families only received three strips of bacon.

Qi Jingchun looked at the young man who insisted on his opinion and refused to let go, and asked: "Deep in your heart, you are actually unwilling to kill him, but the problem is that this person seems to want to kill you no matter what, so you kill him, one by one." Jing, save your own life for the time being, and tomorrow will be tomorrow? Or hope that the trouble will be settled, and the big thing will be reduced to a trivial one? Right?"

The young man who often listened to the reading of poetry next door blurted out: "Why do you teach me, sir?"

Qi Jingchun smiled and said: "Chen Ping'an, you might as well release your right hand and try it out before deciding whether to follow me around. There are some things that I am to blame for, and I must give you an explanation."

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, and after releasing the five fingers of his right hand, he was shocked to find that Fu Nanhua did not move at all. His eyes, hair, and breathing were all still.

After the Qi Jingchun operation, the town returned to its original state.

Qi Jingchun said softly: "Follow my footsteps and try not to go more than ten steps."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar with fluttering clothes and an ethereal body took the lead to the end of the alley, followed closely by Chen Pingan. During this period, he lowered his head and glanced at the palm of his left hand. The flesh and blood were blurred and the bones were visible, but the blood visible to the naked eye was no longer flowing. .

Qi Jingchun walked in front and asked with a smile: "Chen Ping'an, do you believe that there are gods, spirits, demons and ghosts in this world?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "I believe it. When I was a child, my mother often told some old stories, asking me to believe that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil. My mother said this most often, so I remember it very clearly. Others are like little ones. There will be water ghosts dragging children in the stream. At the ruined ancestral hall in the north of the city, there is an underworld official who specializes in judging cases at night. He also said that the door god we posted will actually come to life at night and help us protect the house. These things , I didn’t really believe it before, but... now, I think it’s probably true.”

Qi Jingchun said softly: "Some of what she said is true and some are false. As for the idea that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil, it is difficult to make a conclusion, because the definition of good and evil is different from common people, emperors, generals, and immortals. The three are different, so the conclusions drawn by each will be very different."

Chen Pingan hid the porcelain pieces, quickened his pace, walked side by side with the Confucian scholar, raised his head and asked: "Mr. Qi, can I ask a question?"

Qi Jingchun seemed to have read through the young man's mind and said calmly: "This town is the burial place and burial place of the last true dragon in the world. Countless dragons in the world believe that this place has the best luck and is destined to have the best fortune. The dragon is going to be 'produced' one day. In fact, for three thousand years, the dragon has been delayed. However, the children born in this town are indeed far better than their peers outside in terms of their foundation, temperament and opportunities. There are many famous Taoist monks from the Immortal Mansion in East Aquarius Continent, and the offspring they gave birth to are nothing more than this. Of course, not every child in this small town has an amazing talent."

Qi Jingchun smiled and did not explain the matter in depth. Probably because he was afraid of hurting the child's heart, he changed the topic and said, "Nearly all of the senior monks who participated in the dragon-slaying catastrophe were seriously injured, and many of them settled here. , Jie Mao practices, and can be said to die calmly. There are also Taoist couples who are lucky to survive, and there are also couples who naturally form good relationships after fighting side by side. After more than three thousand years of reproduction, the town has reached its current scale. On the territory of the Dali Dynasty, this place was first called Daze Township. Later, a saint personally wrote it and changed it to Longyuan. Later, the word "Yuan" was tabooed by a certain Dali emperor and was revised again..."

The young man who had been holding his words in his stomach finally couldn't bear it anymore. He interrupted Qi Jingchun's words softly, clenched his hands into fists, full of desire and expectation, "Sir, actually the question I want to ask is about my parents... Who are they?" What kind of person..."

Qi Jingchun fell into deep thought, "Since the Yuanyou Taoist has revealed the secret to you, I can also follow the gap he opened and tell you something. In my memory, your father is a simple and gentle man with great talent. He is mediocre and not worthy of being taken away from the town. Naturally, he has become a piece of cake in the eyes of some people and is regarded as a loss-making business. Maybe it is out of anger, maybe because his life is really embarrassing. In short, buying porcelain outside the town He tampered with your father's "Ben Ming Porcelain". After that, not only did he suffer a fateful fate, but he also made you and your mother suffer together. Later, for some unknown reason, he accidentally learned the secret of his "Ben Ming Porcelain" and knew that Once someone opens a kiln and takes you away from the town, you will become a marionette for the rest of your life, so he secretly smashed the porcelain that belonged to you. If I remember correctly, it should be a porcelain paperweight."

Qi Jingchun said in a deep voice: "You have to know that the babies born in the town every year have a code name that is stored in a secret file. There are also people in the town who will use a unique secret technique to extract a drop of their heart's blood and pour it into the future. Among the natal porcelains, the girl's natal porcelain takes six years to be fired, and the boy's natal porcelain takes even longer. The kiln fire cannot be cut off for one day and continues to burn for nine years. The child's talent is just like the appearance of porcelain in ordinary kilns. Anyway, we can only leave it to fate and see luck, but the price of 'betting on porcelain' after placing a bet is very high. Although your qualifications are equally mediocre now, when your father resolutely smashed the porcelain paperweight, outside the town You can imagine the anger of the porcelain buyer."

"As for your mother, she is a woman with a quiet temperament."

When Qi Jingchun said this, she suddenly laughed, "When your mother married your father, many people of the same age in the town were very depressed. But to be honest, if I really want to tell you the details of your parents' life when they were alive, It’s hard for me, since I came here, besides teaching, I still have a lot of things to do.”

The young man hummed, turned his head slightly, and wiped his face with his hands. The young man probably forgot about the bad condition of his left hand. His face was covered with blood, and he really couldn't bear to wipe it with his sleeve.

The two passed by the Twelve-foot Archway.

Qi Jingchun did not look at him, and opened the skylight with the young man to speak frankly, "When the real dragon fell here, the four saints showed up in person and made a contract here, stipulating that every sixty years, a different person would sit here to help take care of the real dragon after it died. The remaining energy left behind, in fact, it is not without disputes whether to eradicate the roots at that time... But telling you these ulterior secrets will be harmful to you. Generally speaking, people from the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, plus a military strategist, The four directions are the main ones, and the other hundreds of families, Cave Heaven Paradise, Immortal Family, powerful families, etc. in Dongbaopingzhou all have a certain share and opportunity to share the benefits of this place. It is ridiculous to say that there will be no success in a hundred years. The quota for 'purchasing porcelain' has almost become a symbol that determines whether a sect or aristocratic family has a first-class status."

Chen Ping'an said: "I didn't understand what my husband said, but I remembered it all. But today I know that my parents are good people, and I am satisfied."

Qi Jingchun smiled and said: "I don't expect you to understand now. It's just some foreshadowing. Otherwise, if I simply advise you not to kill Fu Nanhua, you will definitely not listen. The reason why I ask you not to kill people is not because I, Qi Jingchun, want to hurt him." Humanity, why should a rabbit die and a fox be sad? It’s not that I am grateful to him, Fu Nanhua, and Lao Longcheng for this, so that I can get some benefits in the future, that’s not the case. In fact, it’s just the opposite. I, a Confucian disciple, admires joining the world, and is unscrupulous towards those who practice. , the most conflicting thing is that the two sides have been fighting openly and secretly for countless years. If I, Qi Jingchun, were at the age when I just went to Shanya Academy to study as a teacher, then Zhenjiang Zhenjun Liu Zhimao, or Fu Nanhua, the Young Lord of Old Dragon City, how could they still have a chance to survive now? Give me a slap and beat it to ashes."

The young man discovered that Mr. Qi at this time, although his tone of voice was still gentle and his walking posture was equally elegant, he gave the impression that he was completely different from the other two.

Just like when old man Yao got drunk and said that the porcelain we made was for the emperor, who could compare?

When Mr. Qi said that one slap would turn someone into ashes, his tone was different from that of Old Yao, but his expression was exactly the same.

Qi Jingchun frowned and looked up at Mud Bottle Alley, as if listening to someone else talking. Although he did not show any bored expression, the displeasure in his eyes was unmistakable.

He finally said coldly: "Leave quickly!"

Chen Ping'an looked confused.

Qi Jingchun explained: "It's the storyteller, whose real name is Liu Zhimao, and his Taoist name is Zhenjun Jiejiang. He is actually a Taoist from the side sect. His cultivation is acceptable, but his conduct is poor. Most of the grievances Cai Jinjian and Fu Nanhua have with you are caused by him." , and in the end, a crooked talisman was planted in your heart. It was a four-character mantra that secretly carved the four words 'Want to die' into your heart. The method was extremely vicious."

Chen Pingan silently remembered the name Liu Zhimao.

Qi Jingchun sighed and asked: "Aren't you curious, why don't I take action?"

Chen Pingan shook his head.

Qi Jingchun thought to himself and said: "The world here is like an old porcelain that has been exposed to the wind and sun for three thousand years. It is about to be shattered. You are outsiders after all, and you have the support of a large formation. How to act, as long as you don't go too far, you will not let the porcelain be destroyed." Shattered, but I am the one holding the porcelain in my hand. Any action I take will involve the cracks of the porcelain. In fact, no matter what I do, it will only make those lines spread. If the porcelain is just broken, it will That’s all, but the fate of the five or six thousand people in this town in this life and the next is in my hands, how can I take it lightly?”

It's just that Mr. Qi spoke so quietly that Chen Ping'an couldn't hear clearly even if he pricked up his ears.

Qi Jingchun looked at the young man who wiped his face with his right hand from time to time. The two of them had walked to the iron lock well in Xinghua Lane. There was a woman bending down to draw water. Qi Jingchun asked: "If a stranger falls into the well, what will happen to you?" If you save people, they will die, will you save them?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while and asked, "I want to know, can that person really be saved?"

Qi Jingchun did not answer the boy's question, but just smiled and said: "Remember, a gentleman will not save you."

The young man was stunned and asked doubtfully: "Gentleman?"

Qi Jingchun hesitated for a moment, knelt down, and straightened the clothes of the straw-shoe boy first, then wiped off the blood with his hands, and said softly: "When encountering misfortune, you should first have compassion, but a gentleman is not a pedantic person, he can go You will save others at the well, but you will never let yourself die.”

It seemed that this question aroused my thoughts.

The young man asked seriously: "Sir, can I still live now? If so, how long can I live?"

Qi Jingchun thought about it carefully, stood up slowly, and said decisively: "If you are not afraid of the bumpy road ahead and the great suffering, you will definitely be able to survive."

The young man suddenly smiled brightly and said of course, "I'm not afraid of hardship!"

Qi Jingchun thought about the young man's calmness along the way, and felt relieved, "Let's go, I will take you to a place. Although I, Qi Jingchun, can't help you with anything, but the matter has come to this, and letting you survive this disaster is by no means a big deal. If you break the rules, you should actually be compensated with a chance."

The young man is ignorant.

The two came to the old locust tree. For some reason, there was silence inside and outside the town. The only exception was this old locust tree, whose leaves were swaying slightly.

After Qi Jingchun stood still, his face was solemn. After bowing, he raised his head and asked, "Can Qi Jingchun ask you for a locust leaf so that the young man can leave the town safely in the future, and at least within three years, he will not be affected by the counterattack?" Disaster?"

The thousand-year-old locust tree is silent.

Qi Jingchun asked again: "Qi Jingchun has been here for fifty-nine years. He has worked hard even if he has no merit. How can he not ask for a locust leaf? What's more, the young man is from your town. Why are you so stingy, sages?"

Laohuai still didn't respond.

The silence at this moment was like silent irony.

You, Qi Jingchun, have great supernatural powers, but after all, you are one of the circle of heaven and earth, and you are the poor person who presides over the hub of the formation. We just don't want to give this incense and love in vain, what can you do to me?

Qi Jingchun's face was uncertain, and finally she could only sigh and look down, full of guilt.

The young man grinned and comforted him in turn: "Daochang Lu said that as long as I go to the south of the town and find a blacksmith named Ruan and become his apprentice, I will have hope of living. Mr. Qi, without this... Sophora japonica, I don't believe it." What’s the problem!”

Qi Jingchun asked with a smile: "Are you serious?"

The young man scratched his head and said shyly: "Fake."

Qi Jingchun smiled knowingly.

Sudden.

A green and tender locust leaf fell from the top of the tree.

The young man just stretched out his palm, and the leaves fell on his palm.

On the leaves, there was a golden font that flashed away.

Qi Jingchun was a little shocked. After a moment, he said in a deep voice: "This character is Yao, Chen Ping'an. Are you willing to repay the kindness of the Yao family, no matter life or death?! To be honest, even without this leaf, you may not have a chance of survival. This I can tell you one thing clearly. So you must think clearly!"

The young man asked: "Is it the character Yao for Master Yao?"

Qi Jingchun nodded, "Exactly."

The young man clasped his hands together, gently held the locust leaves in his palms, raised his head and said loudly: "As long as I live for a day, as long as the person surnamed Yao is related to you, as Mr. Qi said before, even if he falls into a well, even if he saves people, He must die, but I, Chen Pingan, will save him!"

The silence of nature.

Qi Jingchun smiled and said, "Let's go."

As he led the young man away, he quietly turned his head and looked at the highest point of the locust tree, Qi Jingchun had a sarcastic look on his face.

It’s not that there are no locust leaves with the surname Chen, in fact there are more than one or two. But in the end, knowing that this place is about to collapse, they would rather find another host. Even if they are not surnamed Chen, it doesn’t matter, there is still no fragrance. , willing to take a fancy to the straw-shoe boy in Mud Bottle Alley.

Qi Jingchun turned back, touched the young man's head, and joked: "If people like Song Jixin, Zhao Yao, and Gu Can had such great ambitions as you did before, maybe it would resonate with the world."

The young man smiled brightly, "I can't control that. I just do my own thing."

Qi Jingchun asked again: "Are you telling the truth this time?"

The young man smiled and said, "Yes!"