Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan ate the candied haws that he had not tasted for nearly ten years, and carried the locust tree branches back to Mu Ping Alley. Passing by a house that was even more dilapidated than his ancestral home, Chen Pingan felt guilty and thought about borrowing it from Master Ruan first. He used some money to repair this house. Although he had lived in this Mud Bottle Lane since he was a child, Chen Ping'an had never seen anyone living in this house. He had chased and fought with the Mountain Monkey on the roof before, and deliberately tricked him into coming here. , causing a big hole in the roof to be stepped on by the old ape. Chen Pingan felt that he had to take care of this mess, otherwise he would inevitably be exposed to wind, sun, rain and wind in the future. Maybe the house could have survived for two days. Thirty years have passed, and now I am afraid that I will not be able to survive even five years. The pillars of the house will decay very quickly. This is very similar to the body of Chen Ping'an who was forcibly "taught" by Cai Jinjian. They are both in a situation where wind is leaking from all sides, so Chen Ping'an became more and more worried, thinking about how to repair this ownerless house. No matter how glamorous it was, it was solid and solid.

It's not that Chen Pingan has never thought about taking out a gold essence copper coin and exchanging it for real gold, silver or copper coins with someone, such as Old Man Yang at the Yang's Shop or Master Ruan at the blacksmith shop, but Chen Pingan has an intuition that the gold essence Copper coins are something that is really hard to come by. Every time one is used, one is missing. As for silver and copper coins, you can earn them anywhere, it just depends on the amount of effort you make. So Chen Pingan decided to ask Master Ruan for a loan first. If he couldn't borrow it, he would use gold and copper coins to solve the problem. He would definitely feel distressed, but since some imminent problems are clearly before his eyes, he can't pretend to turn a blind eye. , Chen Pingan is very afraid of owing others.

Chen Ping'an returned to the courtyard and placed the locust branch given by the little girl against the courtyard wall. The priceless sword-sharpening stone was still in the basket, but of course he would not just throw it away in the courtyard so openly. Chen Pingan has been asked to move into the house. If not for time, Chen Pingan would like to dig a deep pit one foot high in the yard and bury the inconspicuous but valuable sword sharpening stone. Just listen to this The name feels more precious than those three bags of gold and copper coins.

Chen Ping'an heard the crow of chickens in the yard next door. When Song Jixin and Zhigui left the town, they didn't pay attention to the cage of old hens and chickens. They were probably a little hungry at the moment, so Chen Ping'an went inside. Picking up the bunch of keys and a handful of rice from home, he walked to the door of the next door, opened the chicken coop, and squatted down to reveal his fingers. After feeding the chickens, Chen Pingan opened the kitchen door to see if there was any leftover grain such as rice, so as not to let it go bad and become moldy. When he entered the kitchen, Chen Pingan was eye-opening. He saw a big vat of rice. When he opened the lid and saw that Chen Ping'an was full, there were all the pots, pans and pans in the cupboard. There was also a row of hams and dried fish hanging on the wall. Everything was neatly tidied up, fresh and clear, and objects of all sizes were not miscellaneous. chaos.

Chen Ping'an was suddenly attracted by a pair of firewood near the stove. He walked closer and squatted down. Sure enough, it was the time he saw Zhigui chopping up the wooden man with a kitchen knife. She didn't know how to chop firewood at all, so she spent a long time chopping it. It also had little effect. In three or two strokes, Chen Pingan was able to smash the wooden figure about the same height as a man. At this moment, Chen Pingan squatted and lowered his head, and found that the wooden figure was very strange. There were many carvings on it. The red spots were all over the body, sparse and irregular. Some places were densely packed together, and some places only had a cinnabar-like red dot far away. Chen Pingan picked up a wooden man's arm and looked carefully at each red dot. Next to it, there are actually extremely tiny ink-colored characters engraved on it. The red dots are the size of rice grains, and the strokes of those small characters are even thinner and invisible. Thanks to Chen Pingan, with ordinary people's eyesight, they may only be seen as red. Just dots and black spots.

Chen Ping'an tried to put the broken limbs back together. It didn't take long for the wooden man to reappear in its original shape. Fortunately, the wooden man did not lack any big pieces. Unfortunately, many of the spliced ​​parts were red dots and black. The characters have been chopped off or scraped away by Zhigui's kitchen knife. It is estimated that only about ten percent of the relatively complete Zhudianmo characters are left.

Chen Ping'an got up and opened the window to make the kitchen light more transparent. Then he continued to squat down and looked over carefully, not daring to miss any details. This took almost an hour. Although Chen Ping'an doesn't know most of the ink characters, he still tries his best to remember their stroke structure.

Deep down in his heart, Chen Ping'an has always had hopes for reading and literacy.

When he was working as a kiln worker, many times after Chen Ping'an climbed to the top of the mountain and looked out at the town, in addition to looking for the location of Mud Bottle Lane, the second place he often wanted to know was the school. When I was young, there was a dark and thin child. He would often go to school and squat against the foot of the wall, with the sound of books above his head. Although he could not understand what was being said, the child would inexplicably feel at ease and peace of mind, and his heart would be very quiet. One day The grievances I suffered disappeared as soon as I heard them.

However, studying was a much more luxurious thing than candied haws for the orphans of Mud Bottle Lane at that time, so just look at it from a distance.

At this time, Chen Pingan closed his eyes and relied on his memory to construct a complete wooden man in his mind.

If there were any vague memories, Chen Pingan was not in a hurry to open his eyes to see the truth and skipped it first. As a result, from beginning to end, there were about forty or fifty uncertain red dots and ink characters on the wooden figure.

Identifying and remembering the omissions one by one, Chen Pingan took a deep breath. He wanted to do it again, but as soon as he closed his eyes, his head felt swollen and he felt dizzy. Chen Pingan decided not to force himself anymore. Some efforts cannot be made without exerting all your strength, otherwise it will only make you busier and more chaotic. After Chen Pingan learned how to make porcelain, he felt deeply about this. It was not because he was talented, but simply because he was scolded by Old Man Yao all day long.

Chen Pingan messed up the wooden figures again and stacked them in the corner of the stove. He walked out of the stove and closed the courtyard door. After thinking about it, he decided to go to the east gate of the town and find the gatekeeper again. Later, he built a blacksmith shop. The official apprentice would probably live there, so it would be impossible to deliver the letter, so Chen Ping'an wanted to say hello to the bachelor, but he looked for it once before and couldn't find him.

After Chen Pingan trotted to the east gate of the town, the yellow mud house was still closed and locked. He sighed and sat on the tree pillar where the gatekeeper Zheng Dafeng often sat. The town was no better than entering. Mountains don’t have any particularity like a mountain god’s seat. Chen Ping'an sat there in a daze, rarely taking a break from his busy schedule.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a sound of rumblings on the road in the town. Chen Pingan turned around and saw an ox cart, followed by two carriages with carriages. There were a group of children sitting on the ox cart. , and there are two familiar faces, Li Baoping in a red cotton-padded jacket, and Shi Chunjia in two blusher cheeks. In addition, they are presumably the three young men from the school, Li Huai, Lin Shouyi, and Dong Shuijing, whom Shi Chunjia mentioned.

There were five children in the oxcart, chattering and bustling.

The coachman was an unfamiliar face of a middle-aged man. The old man who used to sweep the floor at the school sat behind the coachman.

At a glance, Chen Pingan saw that except for the little girl with a red cotton-padded jacket who was born in the four major families of Fulu Street named Li, the other four children were completely different just in their clothes. Shi Chunjia's ancestors had lived in Qilong Lane for generations, guarding the place. She lived in an old shop called New Year's Eve. She had no worries about food and clothing, but she was not very wealthy, so the little girl could only dress comfortably and warmly. But next to Shi Chunjia, there was a stern-looking peer of the same age, wearing a brand new and expensive black coat. Huqiu, with a slightly pale complexion and cold eyebrows. Li Huai's father, Li Er, is a well-known loser in the town. Li Huai also has a sister named Li Liu. However, his father, mother and sister all went out to make a living, leaving only Li Huai to be fostered at his uncle's house. , now he also has to leave his hometown and follow the old man named Ma to the cliff academy. The last boy had a thin spring shirt, so he wore two mended outer shirts. He was full of poverty, and at first glance he looked like a poor boy who grew up in a poor alley.

Li Baoping, Shi Chunjia, Li Huai, Lin Shouyi, Dong Shuijing.

Five meng boys from a small town rode in an ox cart that could not protect themselves from the wind and rain, heading towards the sacred place in the hearts of countless scholars in East Aquarius Continent, Cliff Academy, one of the seventy-two Confucian academies. At this moment, the five children will definitely not know that in a continent full of dynasties, countless wealthy and powerful families, even if they sharpen their heads and use up all their favors and incense, still want to send their children away. Enter it, follow the Confucian gentlemen with wide sleeves and broad sleeves, and learn from the Confucian sages to cultivate their moral integrity and govern the country and bring peace to the world.

Naturally, they don't know how rare it is to be able to call Qi Jingchun sir. On the contrary, these children now only think that Mr. Qi has many rules, often has a straight face, and is not approachable at all. Mr. Qi occasionally laughs, and the children don't even know what they have done right to make Mr. Qi so happy.

Li Baoping's sharp eyes saw Chen Pingan sitting on the tree pillar. He jumped off the bullock cart with lightning speed, staggered a bit, and quickly ran to Chen Pingan. He stood still suddenly, but seemed not to know. What should I say? In the end, I just puffed up my chest and said, "I'm going to a place far, far away." His little face was full of pride.

The old man wearing a high crown said solemnly: "Li Baoping!"

Although he was not happy, the old man still asked the driver to stop the cart. The little girl pouted, but turned around and ran towards the bullock cart. She suddenly heard the guy behind her calling her name. When she turned around, she saw him raising his fist towards her and shaking it slightly, probably asking her to work harder.

Li Baoping also shook his fist at him, indicating that he would work hard.

Chen Ping'an smiled knowingly and felt that the efforts of this little girl in a red cotton-padded jacket were mostly spent on playing, and her footprints would be left everywhere in Cliff Academy.

Chen Pingan looked up and saw the old man sweeping the floor, whom he had met several times in school, nodded to him. Chen Pingan subconsciously smiled and returned the greeting.

At the same time, someone on a carriage behind gently lowered the curtains.

Although there was only a glimpse, Chen Pingan saw the face of the man clearly. It was the scholar who went to the blacksmith shop to find Master Ruan.

Chen Pingan watched as the ox cart and carriage slowly drove out of the town.

If Chen Ping'an could soar with his sword in the sky like Ning Yao and overlook the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers that have just taken root, he would definitely be shocked by all kinds of strange phenomena.

There are countless birds and beasts of all kinds, entrenched on the boundary line between the Lizhu Cave and the Great Li territory. Outside, there are countless of their kind rushing here crazily, as if they are absorbing What are you wearing?

On that invisible border, they neither dare to take a step forward, nor are they willing to take a step back.

There was also an old woman standing at the end of the stream within the boundary, with her upper body above the water, and her crow-green hair flowing down like a waterfall, spreading around her body like a black lotus.

The old woman's face was originally as mottled as dry tree bark, but now she looked like a woman less than forty years old.

There is also the Piyun Mountain, which seems to be arched by the earth's surface, slowly rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cave sky was shattered and turned into a blessed land.

The people born and raised in the small town of Lizhu Cave in the past, no matter rich or poor, good or evil in nature, will all have an afterlife.