Sword of Coming

As the night fell, Song Changjing returned alone to supervise the construction of the government office. The young boy Song Jixin had already gone to the doghouse-like Mud Bottle Lane. The man did not force this. As a battlefield general who had commanded the army for many years, in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, he still He could snore loudly, so the life of his nephew who was left alone in recent years was not so suitable for the status of Tianhuang nobleman. Song Changjing did not feel that he owed the child this. It would be great if he could return to the Great Li capital alive.

The old steward of the government office had been waiting at the door, holding a lantern in his hand.

Song Changjing took the lead in crossing the threshold, which only opened a side door, strode forward, and said, "No need to lead the way."

The old steward nodded silently, slowed down, and then left quietly.

The government office on Fulu Street is not luxuriously built, and the area is far less than that of the houses of the two surnames Lu and Li. The former, a genuine kiln superintendent, lived a poor and tight life, and the big families in the town also I don't think there's anything wrong with it.

But Song Changjing was different. The younger half-brother of the current Emperor Dali had made extraordinary achievements in opening up new territories, and was one of the top martial arts masters in Dongbaopingzhou.

His arrival was like a dragon crossing the river breaking into a small lake. Even if the local snakes were not afraid of him, everyone would show the respectful attitude they should have when facing someone like Song Changjing.

When Song Changjing passed by a small courtyard, he saw someone still reading at night in the room with a light on. He was sitting in an upright posture and was still meticulous when he was alone.

He is truly a gentleman.

Song Changjing's big sleeves were fluttering as he walked quickly with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

In the past, there was a young man who studied at Guanhu Academy. His calligraphy mastered the spirit, and he became famous in the court and the public. He was summoned by the emperor of the Southern Wei Dynasty to the palace and wrote an imperial edict in a side hall. It was snowing in the middle of winter and his pen was frozen and he could not write. The emperor ordered more than ten concubines to serve him. On the left and right side of the body, write for him.

This incident quickly became popular in Dongbaopingzhou and became a good story.

It’s just that no one has thought deeply about how strict the imperial palace is. If the emperor doesn’t tell, the eunuchs don’t tell, and the concubines don’t tell, how do the people know?

Walking on the deep path, Song Changjing suddenly laughed heartily.

Wearing plain clothes, Song Jixin returned to Mubo Alley. The courtyard door was unlocked. After opening the door, he saw his maid Zhigui sitting on a chair in the main hall, half-squinting her eyes and tilting her head to doze off. After tilting the head to a certain extent, he immediately sat upright and then continued to tilt.

It seems that the girl is really tired. Song Jixin bent down, shook her shoulders gently, and said softly: "Zhigui Zhigui, wake up, go back to your room and sleep quickly, be careful not to get cold."

The sleepy girl rubbed her eyes and said confusedly: "Master, why are you back so late?"

Song Jixin smiled and said: "I went to the covered bridge. The journey was a bit far, so I was a little late."

When Zhigui saw Song Jixin's unfamiliar dress, he was surprised and said, "Huh? Why did the young master change his clothes?"

Song Jixin didn't want to talk more about this topic, "Don't mention it. After I lent you the local county annals, how are you doing in reading and literacy? Do you want me to teach you?"

The girl shook her head and said, "No need."

Song Jixin returned to his room. It was dark. He took off his robe, kicked off his boots, and touched the bed. The young man murmured: "Wang Zhu, Wang Zhu, that's it."

Zhigui returned to his room, turned off the lights and went to sleep. He huddled in bed, making slight noises as if he was eating secretly and chewing something in his mouth.

In the end she even burped.

Although Liu Xianyang has not officially become Master Ruan's apprentice at the sword making shop, everyone can see that Master Ruan thinks highly of this tall young man, otherwise he would not teach him how to forge sword blades step by step. Not everyone can enter the sword-making room now.

During the noon break, a young man with a background as a porcelain kiln worker ran up to Liu Xianyang and said that someone was looking for him. He winked and was very playful, saying that a beautiful woman who was more beautiful than the ladies on Fulu Street came to Liu Xianyang.

Liu Xianyang followed him with a playful smile, but his mood suddenly became heavy.

Sure enough, there was a slender woman standing next to a well, surrounded by many young and strong men digging wells and moving soil, working particularly hard.

Just as the young master Song Jixin despised, Liu Xianyang was indeed a country bumpkin, but whether a woman was good-looking or not had nothing to do with whether she had read or not, or whether she was literate or not. Maybe the tall young man doesn't know that, speaking of good-looking in a general and vague way, there is actually a kind of charm, which is especially dignified and charming, which is particularly touching.

If the word "mei" is interpreted, it means the girl with thrush.

The lady in front of me, whose name is unknown and whose feet are unknown, has eyebrows as fine as the beards of a worm, and a forehead like a cicada, broad, square, smooth and plump.

Today she came here alone. She didn't show any signs of raising an army to accuse others, nor did she seem to be trying to bully others. Liu Xianyang breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that no matter how good-looking this elegant lady is, Liu Xianyang does not deny that if it were in the past, they might have whistled a few times when they met on the street. But this does not mean that Liu Xianyang will be tempted by the tall young man. The woman was the maid from Mud Bottle Alley before, she is now, and she will be in the future.

Liu Xianyang led the beautiful woman towards the creek and said firmly: "Madam, if you want to persuade me to sell you that family heirloom, I advise Madam not to talk about it."

The woman smiled sweetly and said: "Don't refuse in a hurry. Let me explain the stakes to you clearly, and then you can make a decision."

The tall boy's expression remained unchanged, pretending to be relaxed, but in fact his heart instantly sank to the bottom.

In the distance, a girl squatted on the threshold of a sword-making room, holding a bowl of rice. The white rice was piled up like a mountain, towering over the edge of the big white bowl. She was gobbling it down. After eating the "mountain", she got her wish. Seeing the braised pork hidden in it, her whole body was filled with happiness. She secretly turned her back to the man sitting on the other side of the threshold, chewing slowly, and asked: "Dad, do you care about that foreign aunt? "

The man said in a low voice, "I don't care."

The girl in green clothes said worriedly: "He is your founding disciple here in the future, so he is not afraid of going astray?"

The man said calmly: "That means that boy is unlucky."

The girl asked doubtfully: "Dad, don't you feel pity?"

For example, when she saw the delicious and exquisite pastries in the shop, it was fine if she didn't have money in her pocket. If she had money, she bought them, but accidentally dropped them on the ground. She really deserved to be struck by lightning.

The man answered the question inappropriately, "Is the braised pork delicious?"

The girl subconsciously nodded happily, "It's delicious!"

The girl suddenly tensed up. Her father had given her a "decision" that she could only eat one serving of meat dishes every day, so she pretended that she only had a bowl of white rice and hid the braised pork in it. In order to be able to eat a meat dish openly at night.

The girl turned her head in embarrassment, raised the white bowl high, and said confidently: "There's only one piece, and I don't have any bad rules!"

The man chuckled and asked: "Then the piece of braised pork hidden at the bottom of the bowl can't be eaten. Would it be a pity?"

The girl opened her mouth slightly, as if she had been struck by lightning, and her heart was filled with despair.

The man also rubbed salt into his daughter's wounds, "If you didn't ask more about Liu Xianyang, dad would have turned a blind eye."

The girl remained silent and ate the braised pork in small bites. One look at her revealed that she would be diligent and thrifty in the future.

After the man finished eating, he looked at the woman and the boy on the other side of the stream and said, "As long as this boy doesn't go to the middle five realms for a day, dad will not care about his life and death. Even if he enters the middle five realms, dad will take care of it." Once, but I will never pay too much attention to it. It can only be done three times. There is no way for blessings and misfortunes, but people call for it."

The girl said angrily: "Why don't you care?!"

The man said angrily: "Literati recruit students and martial artists recruit apprentices. They are not just gangsters recruiting minions. They are not thinking about quarreling with people in the future, and relying on the strength of their numbers to quarrel or fight with others. In the final analysis, in the end, in In my eyes, teachers and students, masters and apprentices, are people of the same mind. What’s more, Liu Xianyang is not my disciple now."

The girl said nothing.

The man sighed: "Silly girl, do you know how many people there are in this remote Dali Dynasty? More than 20 million households! With so many people in the world and so many troubles, can you take care of it? Dad will be here In the next sixty years, when you take over the town from Qi Jingchun, don't wander around all day long. You can just forge swords and practice swords at the sword furnace. Otherwise, if you get into trouble, will dad care about it or not?"

Before the man could finish his words, the girl said, "You don't have to worry about it."

Her words made the man almost suffer internal injuries. They were so powerful that they were no less powerful than a certain swordsman's powerful skill.

The man really wants to bang this silly girl on the head. Can dad not care about your affairs?

The man is a little sad.

The girl looked "shocked" and said: "Hey, why is there an extra piece of braised pork at the bottom of the bowl? Alas, I have used up my share today. I'll give it to you, dad?"

The man didn't have to turn his head to look, he could feel the stupid girl's poor acting skills, and said helplessly: "Forget it, you just eat it, dad will treat it as if you only ate a piece of braised pork today. Remember to strike iron in the afternoon, don't be lazy anymore."

This time, the girl's gratitude was not fake at all, "Dad, you are so kind!"

The man laughed angrily and said, "It's braised pork, okay."

The girl lowered her head, took a mouthful of rice, and said softly: "It's okay, dad."

The man had a sullen face and managed to hold back his smile. After thinking about it, he decided that it would be better to have a daughter.

Suddenly a voice sounded in my ears, "Dad, can you have another piece tonight? Two pieces and three pieces are about the same, right? If you don't say anything, dad, I'll take it as a promise?"

The girl ran away with lightning speed.

The last sentence was spoken after the girl had already run away.

The man rubbed his cheek and said to himself: "My family, Xiuxiu, relies on food."

After Chen Ping'an walked through the streets to deliver the letter, he bought a breakfast and gave it to Miss Ning in Mu Ping Alley, and then began to cook medicine in a familiar way.

Ning Yao wore a brand new dark green robe today, which was clean and neat. She already looked heroic. With this outfit and the long knife on her waist, she looked more handsome than the rich kids on Taoye Lane on Fulu Street. More noble.

Ning Yao hesitated for a moment, "For now, if you really want to study that book of shaking mountains, before learning the boxing postures, you have to do three things first, standing, walking and sleeping. The last thing, It pays more attention to the accumulation of acupoints and the flow of breath. It is difficult to describe it in words, so let’s not talk about it for now. Anyway, you don’t need to think too much about your talent and bones for the first two things. You just follow the postures drawn on the boxing manual. As time goes by, If you persist, it will be useful in the end. Even if it doesn't make you successful in the martial arts, it is not impossible to strengthen your body and prolong your life."

Chen Pingan expressed an idea of ​​his, "Is it okay to practice walking in the stream?"

Ning Yao nodded and said: "Of course. Practice it from the knees, then to the waist, and finally to the neck."

Chen Ping'an followed her words and asked, "Didn't he end up in the water all over?"

Ning Yao sneered: "Why, do you want to practice holding your breath underwater and then become a thousand-year-old king and an eighty-thousand-year-old turtle?"

Chen Pingan was speechless and speechless.

Ning Yao thought for a moment and said, "Come here, let me show you how to walk. Watch carefully!"

Ning Yao asked Chen Pingan to move the table, and then took six steps forward, three small and three large. When she stepped down hard on the last step, the mud floor of the whole house seemed to give out a dull vibration.

The girl finished in one breath.

It seems to be an understatement, but its execution is smooth and smooth, giving the straw-shoe boy an indescribable feeling.

It's like a waterfall pouring down, it's natural, and it contains huge power. It's like the leaves spinning in the stream, turning round and round, extremely gentle.

Everything is correct, but Chen Ping'an just knows what it is and doesn't know why.

Seeing the confused look on the young man's face, Ning Yao retreated to his original position and demonstrated again.

Ning Yao stood still, turned around and asked, "Do you understand? Come and give it a try?"

Chen Pingan took a deep breath and tried it again.

Staggering like a drunken drunkard.

Chen Ping'an stood there, scratching his head. Apparently he felt a little outrageous.

Ning Yao had a dark face and said in a deep voice: "Come again!"

After three times, Chen Ping'an had improved slightly, but Ning Yao's face was as gloomy as if there was going to be a heavy rain.

She couldn't imagine how there could be an idiot like Chen Ping'an in the world, with such no understanding of martial arts and such poor talent!

no way.

Ning Yao is a person who has stood at the top of the sword since he was a child. His background, foundation, talent, and vision are all the same.

Therefore, the girl simply could not understand how those people climbed the mountain step by step at the foot of the mountain that was a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from her, let alone why those people staggered.

In the end, the girl was really helpless. She was afraid that she would draw a knife and kill someone if she couldn't help it. So she had an idea, patted the straw-shoe boy on the shoulder, and reluctantly comforted: "Chen Pingan, read it a hundred times and you will see its meaning. Practice martial arts." It's the same principle. If you practice boxing tens of thousands of times and still can't smell it, then give it hundreds of thousands or one million! Go and pick up your rocks. The stupid bird will fly first. Don't be discouraged. Take your time and go over and over again in the stream. Practice this pile walk."

When Chen Pingan thought about it, this was really the truth.

I once heard a saying from Song Jixin, which is similar to Miss Ning's "reading a hundred times", which means reading more than ten thousand volumes and writing like a master.

But what the young man thinks makes more sense is that what Miss Ning said is that tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands are not enough, so just practice a million times.

Chen Pingan ran out of Mud Bottle Alley with a smile, silently reciting the three small and three big names along the way, and imitated Ning Yao's walking posture according to his memory.

The "truth" that the straw-shoe boy told himself in his heart was that after practicing a million times, he might be able to become a master of boxing.

Therefore, the boxing training in "Shaking Mountain Book" started with one million times. After that, Chen Ping'an was qualified to talk about other things.

Ning Yao sat alone on the threshold and said to himself: "Why does it feel like I have dug a huge hole? Will that guy not be able to climb out?"