Sword of Coming

When Chen Pingan woke up, he found that the oil lamp on the table was gone and the sky was already dark outside the window.

He only remembered five words that the tall woman said to him.

"All the secrets and secrets I told you before will be forgotten after you wake up from the dream. You don't need to try to remember them. It's just that I want to talk."

"If I were to appear in this world now, even if the saints from all over the world did not come to suppress you and me, with your current body and soul, you would not be able to bear it at all, and it would be harmful to you instead of beneficial. Therefore, we have established a hundred-year period. As long as you are within this hundred years, If you successfully reach the tenth floor of Qi Practitioners, you can return to the stone arch bridge in the town and take the iron sword."

"I have chosen you as my master. You must not be proud or complacent because of this matter in the future, and you must never belittle yourself. Over the past eight thousand years, I have seen too many amazing and talented people. Some of them recently, such as Cao Xi and Xie Shi Shi, Ma Kuxuan and others have never caught my eye, so choosing you is naturally not a choice forced by the deadline."

"Although I can't fight with you for the time being, I still have the greetings. During the dragon-slaying battle three thousand years ago, I had nothing to do, so I just watched the children fighting. It was lively. I picked up things after they were thrown on the floor. I bought a white jade plaque that is of good quality. It looks simple and pleasing to the eye. It has no carvings and is small and exquisite. It can be used to store objects. It is a close-knit thing of some age. Compared with the square-inch arsenal and square-inch sword tomb that are popular all over the world today. Liu, if you want a higher level, the space is about the same size as your ancestral home in Muping Lane, and you don’t need to hang it to show others, you can warm it in the acupoints. I have made you have the same mind as it. If you touch something with your hand, you only need to With a thought, you can store the jade pendant in the acupoint where it is located. Unless the Ascension Realm monk breaks it open with force, it will not be damaged at all. The bad news is that you can only control and use the jade pendant until you reach the Middle Five Realm monks. "

"Well, in the end, the name Fairy Sister is very suitable to my heart, so I put three extra tiny wisps of sword energy on you."

Chen Pingan was stunned.

It's like a lifetime ago.

I just wanted to be able to go back to my home and light up the lights until dawn before leaving the town, in order to make up for the stay-at-home stay that I was destined to miss on New Year's Eve this year.

Chen Ping'an's head is as big as a bucket.

Not to mention the fifth and tenth levels of Qi Practitioner, Chen Pingan's current body is leaking from all sides, just like a dilapidated hut in the wind and rain. It is so difficult to hide the wind and gather Qi, so how to practice and practice Qi to become a god? Chen Pingan is not only destined to be unable to practice, but also needs to nourish his body by practicing boxing if he wants to survive.

Ning Yao once said unintentionally that it is easy to break a person's root bone acupoints, just like Cai Jinjian "pointed" Chen Ping'an and forcibly opened the acupoints for him, but if you want to rebuild a complete body, especially a body suitable for practice, It’s harder than reaching the sky. In fact, the reason is very simple. It only takes a little effort for a child to chop up a door with a kitchen knife, but it is of course very difficult to repair the broken door like new.

In fact, what Chen Pingan is most afraid of is that she agreed to Li Baoping to escort her to Cliff Academy. It must be a long journey. It is hard to say whether she can return to her hometown alive. Why is there another hundred-year promise? It was not that Chen Pingan was not honest with him at the time, but the woman in white dismissed him with just one sentence, "It's okay. I have no room for regrets now. I will accept you, Chen Pingan, as my master. If you die, I will wait for death." Well, one day the old sword fell into the stream, and my soul completely dissipated. It's okay. You don't need to feel that you owe me anything. If you want to blame it, just blame me for being blind. I can't blame others.

At that time, Chen Ping'an thought to himself, you have said so, can I live with my conscience? And what does "not being able to blame others" mean? Aren't we just you and me?

Chen Ping'an doesn't know anything about the Tenth Floor of Qi Practitioners, nor does he know what things close at hand and things within an inch are.

In addition to the inexplicable extra burden, the young man actually had some small joy deep in his heart.

It turns out that from today on, there is one more person in this world who needs to rely on himself.

At the end of the chat in the dream, Chen Pingan remembered that he and the woman in white were sitting side by side on a golden stone arch bridge. It was extremely long and had no end in sight, as if they were dragons shuttled among the sea of ​​clouds.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath and lay down on the table. When he thought about it in the end, he felt that it was Old Man Yao's words that were easiest to understand, "If it's yours, just take it and don't throw it away. If it's not yours, don't even think about it."

Chen Ping'an put all the items that should be packed into a small backpack, including slingshots, fish hooks and lines, flints, etc. It was very trivial. Finally, he carefully took out a small cloth bag from the bottom of the clay pot, containing a bag. Broken porcelain. There are a lot of things here and there, but none of them are heavy. When traveling for a long distance, like Chen Ping'an, when he went into the mountains, it was often a hundred or two miles away. If he carried too much weight, it would definitely be a bad thing. He had to know how to rely on the mountains to survive and the water to survive.

Chen Pingan was carrying a small backpack, locked the door, and stood in the yard. After seeing the locust tree leaning against the wall, he thought about it and reopened the door and put it inside the house to protect it from the wind and sun. , decayed early.

Chen Ping'an carried the two taels of silver he earned from the last time he went to the mountains to collect herbs, and went to Xinghua Lane and Qilong Lane. It was still early, and the straw-shoe boy was squatting outside the closed shop, waiting patiently. After the shop owner yawned and opened the door, the boy bought incense candles, paper money, and a pot of wine called Peach Blossom Spring Shao from the wine shop. Finally, he wanted to buy a pack of Kujie cakes from the New Year's shop. He remembered his mother when he was a child. I ate it once and said it was delicious. I also said that I would buy it again when Chen Pingan’s fifth birthday comes, so Chen Pingan remembers it very clearly. But when I went to the New Year’s shop, the waiter said that the shop had stopped making this kind of pastry. , but there are old masters who can make it. The shop is about to close down, and the old master has already followed the shopkeeper and the others to the capital to enjoy their happiness. Chen Pingan had no choice but to buy a pack of peach blossom cakes that Ruan Xiu gave to Li Baoping yesterday.

The boy walked out of the town, passed the small temple where he and Ning Yao were hiding from the mountain monkeys, and then went further south until they came to a small mountain. The boy then started to walk up, reaching halfway up the mountain. It was a barren field that had not grown crops for many years, and there were two small mounds of earth. There were no weeds in the field or on the mounds of earth. Chen Pingan stood in front of the two small mounds of earth, slowly squatted down, took off his backpack, and Put away the items for ancestor worship one by one.

The town has been around for thousands of years. I don’t know whether it was like this at the beginning or whether the folk customs changed later. No matter whether the people are rich or poor, when they go to the graves to worship their ancestors, they don’t like to kneel down and kowtow. They only need to light three sticks of incense and bow three times. That's it. After all, this boy from Mud Bottle Alley, who has only been exposed to the "four years of family tradition" through his ears and eyes, is of course no exception. However, before lighting incense, Chen Pingan, as usual, symbolically grabbed a handful of soil at his feet and added some dirt to the grave. soil and press down gently.

This time, because I was walking in a hurry, I had to collect soil nearby. Otherwise, every time the boy went into the mountains, he would secretly hide a handful of soil from various hills and bring it here. Of course, it has no special meaning, just for peace of mind. That’s all. The young man always feels that he has never been filial to his parents at all in his life, so he has to do something to make himself feel better. In addition, Old Man Yao once said that the older generation of porcelain makers had a tradition of making porcelain that was passed down from generation to generation, so Chen Pingan has persisted in it for so many years.

The two small tombs are close to each other.

There is no monument.

After Chen Ping'an lit three sticks of incense, he bowed three times to the tomb and placed it in front of the tomb. Then he opened the pot of wine and poured it gently in front of him.

Finally, Chen Pingan stood up, closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, and spoke to his parents what was in his heart.

For example, this time I took a little girl in a red cotton coat named Li Baoping on a long trip together. I didn’t know that I would have to leave my hometown thousands of miles away.

A handsome young man stood in a small temple by the roadside, looking up at the names written with charcoal on the wall. They were densely packed, crooked, large and small.

Perhaps in the eyes of the people in the small town, the playfulness of those children was not worth mentioning, but in the eyes of the young man at this time, it was like a brilliant Milky Way in history.

The Lizhu Cave Heaven, located above the Great Li territory of East Aquarius Pingzhou, is the smallest of the thirty-six small caves. It is only a thousand miles of mountains and rivers. If there are no magic restrictions, the scenery is really not enough for the Qi practitioners who control the wind and volley. look. But in Lizhudongtian, in addition to the great sages and ancestors of various schools of thought, the magic artifacts left behind after the war are so coveted, and the characters raised by the soil and water here are really beautiful and magical, very different from The rest of the place.

Just imagine, two great Qi practitioners form a Taoist couple who are a match made in heaven, and the offspring they give birth to will inevitably reach the middle five realms, but the possibility of reaching the upper five realms is actually no better than that of Lizhu Dongtian. How tall were the children who were taken out of the town? How many people are there in a small town?

This is equivalent to a dragon emerging from a pond, and one or two can appear in each generation, so this time the Li Zhudong sky shattered and fell, all the major dynasties in the East Aquarius Pingzhou, as long as they have a little sense of worry, must be relieved, the Great Li Song Dynasty The clan has finally cut off this huge golden vein, which will definitely have an impact on the future southward hegemony of the Great Li Cavalry.

Cui Chang refused to take his eyes back for a long time, with mixed feelings. The dynasty imperial examination has had the friendship of classmates, same age, and fellow villagers since ancient times.

The same is true on the path of spiritual practice.

The dust of Lizhu Cave Sky has now settled, and a good ending has been achieved at the cost of someone's life and death.

Then all the great monks who walk out of Lizhu Cave will recite this incense love, the difference is more or less. This is even more true as for those four surnames and ten tribes and the forces behind them.

It's a pity that the Song family of Dali did not lose points during this turmoil, but it also did not gain points. But originally, Da Li could have been more "humane". For example, Ruan Qiong asked to enter Li Zhu Cave early and should not have agreed so quickly. For another example, if I had known that Qi Jingchun would not even use his all-out cultivation in the end, and only used two words to compete with those big guys, then when the forces from all directions asked to take back the saint's overpowering thing, even if the Dali Department of Rites did not If you have the courage to refuse, you should delay it with righteous words and say that this is against the rules. For example, the Dali court should not privately inform the four surnames and ten tribes in the name of family letters, almost arrogantly, that the catastrophe has come, and quickly withdraw the incense seeds of each family and tribe, so as not to be implicated by Qi Jingchun's rebellious behavior, etc., it is too too much.

Once Emperor Da Li comes to his senses or is greedy enough, then he, the national advisor who is in charge of half the country's government and strategizes thousands of miles away, may really be settled by the Queen.

But at this time, the national preceptor Cui Xuan, who was standing in the small temple, looked happy and relaxed, as if he didn't care about the anger of Emperor Da Li at all.

Cui Chan said to himself: "Wait a moment."

Cui Zhang looked around the walls and wrote down all the names. He was about to wave his sleeves to erase all traces to avoid being made a fuss by other interested people in the future. But just when he was about to take action, Ruan Qiong appeared at the door of the small temple and said with a ferocious smile: "Okay. Boy, how many times have you been brave enough?"

Cui Chan chuckled and said, "I haven't done this yet, haven't I?"

A voice appeared leisurely near the small temple, "You just let go of your hands and feet to fight. I will be responsible for cleaning up the mess. I will ensure that there will not be a situation like the turtle turning over and the mountains being cut off. After you decide the winner, these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers will At most, one-tenth will be destroyed. Ruan Qiong, instead of being so clingy and entangled with this guy all the time, I think you might as well end it with him completely. You are not afraid of thieves stealing, just afraid that thieves will miss you."

Cui Han's expression did not change, and he laughed and said: "Old man Yang, you can kill people without showing blood, and you can still reap the benefits. It's really a good trick."

Ruan Qiong nodded, "I think it will work."

Cui Chang quickly bowed and apologized, smiled and begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, I will just wander around the town next, okay? Great Sage Ruan? And Senior Yang?"

Ruan Qiong is obviously weighing the pros and cons.

Cui Chan said lightly, "Even if Senior Yang has the ability to protect nine out of ten mountains and rivers, what if I only focus on destroying Hengshan Peak of Shenxiu Mountain?"

Before Ruan Qiong could speak, Old Man Yang's voice sounded again, "If it were me, I really couldn't bear it."

Ruan Qiong said angrily: "Go back to Erlang Lane quickly."

Cui Han shook his head and walked out of the small temple leisurely. When he passed by Ruan Qiong, he even made a "young man's" face.

When Cui Zhang crossed the other side of the stream, Ruan Qiong turned around and saw the old man sitting on a dry bench in the temple, smoking a dry cigarette.

For the first time, the old man did not sneer, but smiled, "I really care about your daughter."

Ruan Qiong sighed. Apparently he was so provoked by Cui Zhang but could not bear to take action. He was very aggrieved. He sat opposite Old Man Yang, leaning against the wall and twitching his lips, "I owe neither heaven nor earth. Now even the ancestors I've paid it back there, but I only owe that girl and her mother, and she's gone, so how can I pay it back? I can only put what I owe her on my daughter."

Old Man Yang smiled and said: "With your identity and ability, plus your relationship with the Yingyin Chen family, it is not impossible to find your wife's life."

Ruan Qiong shook his head and said: "Her qualifications in the last life were not good. She had not reached the fifth level before her death, so even if she was reincarnated as an adult, there is no possibility of knowing what happened in her previous life. In my opinion, without those memories, If there is only a shell left, she is no longer my wife, so what’s the point of finding her? It’s enough to just think of her as living in my heart.”

Old Man Yang nodded and said: "You are reasonable. The tenth floor of the military stratagem is the most difficult to break. It is not without reason that you are the latecomer among your peers."

Ruan Qiong didn't want to talk about this matter in depth, so he asked, "Do you think that person is bluffing?"

Old Man Yang smiled and shook his head, "Then you are underestimating this person. A reckless man who dared to pull down the emperor even if he was willing to be killed. This man, I guess, is one of those who dared to pull down the Taoist Buddha even if he was willing to be killed. Of course. I’m just talking about character, not ability.”

Ruan Qiong was doubtful.

Old Man Yang pointed to the ground at the entrance of the small temple with his dry tobacco pole. There was a path that was particularly well-trodden by pedestrians. He slowly said: "This guy is different from us. He feels that he has walked on a single-plank bridge, so once he is in contact with others, When we meet on a narrow road, I feel that if I don't kill the other person, I will be really sorry for myself. Or if someone wants to cross him behind, it will be a dead end. You can't simply say that this kind of person is a good person or a bad person. "

Ruan Qiong suddenly jumped to another question and said slowly: "Chen Pingan's parents and ancestors were just ordinary people born and raised in a small town. How did his father know the mystery of Benming porcelain? And he was determined to break the porcelain at the risk of his life. ?Obviously, someone deliberately revealed the secret and asked him to do this."

Old Man Yang was silent for a long time, exhaled puffs of smoke, and finally said: "At first, I just thought it was an ordinary family dispute. By the time I realized something was wrong, it was already too late. But I was too lazy to get involved in these dirty intrigues. It's just a way to refresh your mind when you're bored. Thinking about it, this was all a seemingly small idle move in the overall situation aimed at Qi Jingchun, but in the end, it was discovered that this move was the real killing move. In the words of a Go master, it can be regarded as a magical move. To be precise, it is not only to deal with Qi Jingchun, who is too lucky, but to deal with the literary fortune of the literary saint. But now, Qi Jingchun’s last battle with Tai Dazzling, everyone is used to equating Qi Jingchun’s life and death with the survival of that cultural lineage, and in fact it’s not that far off.”

The old man glanced at the military saint with a solemn face and said: "When you entered Lizhu Cave Heaven early, I suspected that you were also one of the people behind the scenes. Either Fengxue Temple and Yingyin Chen Family reached a deal, and you You have no choice but to contribute to the sect, or you secretly received great benefits from the Yingyin Chen family, who is a 'worldly scholar', so you founded the sect here."

Ruan Qiong smiled calmly and said: "Senior Yang has complicated thoughts."

The old man sneered and said: "Just because you think complicatedly doesn't mean you are wrong. The reason why you can still have a clear conscience now is because you military strategists are good at making the complex simple. Maybe in the future, the truth will be revealed to the world, and you will find out later. I realized that I had become just one of the pawns."

Ruan Qiong's mind was still firm, as stable as a rock, and he laughed and said: "It doesn't matter, if it is really the Yingyin Chen family or some other force that dares to use me as a chess piece on the chessboard, then I, Ruan Qiong, will settle my daughter's The way out, one day, I will fight all the way through!"

Ruan Qiong sneered in his heart, "If that's true, it's exactly what I want. In a hundred years, at most, I can forge that sword. Where can I go and who can't be killed?"

Ruan Qiong retracted his thoughts and asked curiously: "Is it possible that the boy from Mud Bottle Lane is really Qi Jingchun's heir?"

Old Man Yang picked up the old cigarette pole and knocked it on the wooden chair. He put the tobacco leaves from the bag on his waist and said angrily: "God knows."

Ruan Qiong knew that the secretive old man in front of him had accumulated too many secrets in his belly over the long years.

Ruan Qiong asked with a smile: "If you want to enter the town, everyone needs to pay a bag of gold and copper coins first and give it to the town gatekeeper. This generation is the man named Zheng Dafeng. I know these priceless copper coins, but It didn’t fall into Emperor Dali’s pocket, so senior, you’re safe? What did senior use the money for?”

The old man asked: "I ask you Ruan Qiong, how to forge the sword in your heart, will you answer?"

Ruan Qiong laughed heartily.

Old Man Yang said calmly: "I want to move this temple."

Ruan Qiong was stunned for a moment, but quickly replied: "As long as you don't move outside, I have no objection."

The old man nodded and said with a smile: "For the sake of your cheerfulness, I can tell you a little secret."

Ruan Qiong nodded, indicating that he was willing to listen.

The old man exhaled a thick puff of smoke, and after it dissipated, strands of smoke wrapped around the entire small temple. In fact, before this, the small temple had long been shrouded in a thin layer of white mist. Obviously, the old man was just being cautious and aggravated his concern for the small temple. Under the cover of the temple, the old man sighed and slowly said: "Do you know where the most powerful thing about Qi Jingchun is?"

Ruan Qiong smiled and said: "Of course he has good qualifications, high understanding, and terrifying cultivation. Otherwise, how could those big figures in the sky be willing to face Qi Jingchun together?"

The old man shook his head, "Assuming that Chen Pingan is really the person chosen by Qi Jingchun, then there are people outside who use Chen Pingan as a master of tricks. On the surface, he has been idle for ten years, but in fact, he has been operating carefully secretly. Even I was used during this period. .The wonderful thing is that the person plays chess outside the chessboard and leaves his hand. After the chess piece falls and takes root, the person is not a rigid chess piece after all. He will gradually become angry on his own, so he will become less and less like a chess piece. The killing move becomes more and more hidden. What's more, next to this chess piece, there is a key piece that seems to be extremely powerful. It is Song Jixin, the hope of the entire Song family that Emperor Dali places on him, to help attract all kinds of people. The line of sight ultimately creates a great situation of darkness under the lights.”

Ruan Qiong's face was heavy and he asked: "Qi Jingchun claims to be the person who is expected to establish a religion and claim to be the ancestor. Although some people deliberately use this to praise Qi Jingchun, it is certainly not all nonsense. How can you not see any clues?"

"I only figured out these twists and turns. It's interesting. It's really interesting! If the bystanders are like this, what about the authorities?" The old man laughed suddenly, even coughed a little, patted his thigh, and said: "But the authorities are very It has long been seen that Qi Jingchun, a scholar, is really not honest at all. Do you know what he did before his death? He deliberately came to my side. In addition to giving Chen Ping a learned landscape seal, Qi Jingchun finally We walked with Chen Pingan for a while, said a word, and finally left it to Chen Pingan. Ruan Qiong, guess what?"

Ruan Qiong was completely interested, but he said, "I can't guess Qi Jingchun's thoughts."

Old Man Yang sighed: "Qi Jingchun said that a gentleman can be bullied."

Ruan Qiong thought about it and was a little disapproving at first, but after a moment, his face changed slightly, and in the end he clenched his fists, his face flushed, shook his head and said helplessly: "I am ashamed of myself, I have to give in."

The old man nodded, his eyes wandering, "The first level of meaning is to let Chen Pingan tell me, or everyone, how to deal with him Qi Jingchun within the rules. In fact, it doesn't matter, whether he wins or loses, life or death, he Qi Jingchun has already See through.”

The old man stood up and said in a deep voice: "The second meaning is to tell Chen Ping'an ten or even a hundred years later, even if he knows the truth in the future and knows that he is the chess piece that really killed Qi Jingchun. , and there is no need to blame himself, because he, Qi Jingchun, already knew everything."

Ruan Qiong stood up suddenly and strode away, "It's so damn boring. The dignified Qi Jingchun died so useless. If it were me, with his cultivation ability, I would have collapsed through Dongbaopingzhou with one kick and broken it with one punch The world is vast! If you are aggrieved and aggrieved, go drink!"

The old man smiled and walked out of the small temple with one hand behind his back. With a slight shake of the hand behind his back, the small temple disappeared into thin air and was put into the old man's hand and held gently.

"Cui Cheng, the Grand Master of Great Li, was once the first disciple of the Confucian Literary Sage. I think your moral conduct is more than that, right? Then I'll wait and see."

Old Yang, who rarely leaves the town, became more and more hunched after walking onto the stone arch bridge, his expression was solemn and he said nothing.

Walking across the stone bridge twice, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle. After the old man walked off the stone bridge, he walked towards the town, with a sad face, thinking silently in his heart: "Is this opportunity really too good to miss? It will never come again? Even if you are born by luck, Ma Kuxuan is not qualified to meet you? Even if he just becomes your comrade, not your master, that won't do?"

"What kind of person do you have to find before you are willing to nod your head? Not to mention the five thousand years of accumulation before, the existence of Lizhu Cave Sky alone has been three thousand years. Three thousand years! In such a long time , how many heroes and heroes will appear in the East Aquarius Continent in the future? If you help, wouldn't it be possible for them to go up several floors? Above the eleventh and twelfth floors, even if only two floors are added, what is that? Realm?"

The stone bridge is silent.

The iron sword hanging at the bottom of the bridge remained motionless.

The old man breathed out softly and laughed at himself: "A hero who is lucky enough to die is not free. That's all. In that case, you can fend for yourself and perish on your own, so that I don't have to worry about the interdependence of blessings and misfortunes, and destroying what we have left because of you. That little incense. In this way, it’s also a good thing. You can have fun with a small gamble and don’t have to worry about losing everything.”

Chen Pingan was returning from a small mountain with a medium-sized backpack on his back. On the way, he found that the temple was missing. The young man looked around blankly to make sure that he had remembered the location correctly. The small temple for people to rest did indeed look like It was moved away like a stone. But Chen Pingan is used to it now, just get used to it.

Chen Ping'an came to the blacksmith shop and first went to the yellow mud house where he had stored his belongings. He took what he should take and left what he should leave behind. Then he went out and found the little girl in the red cotton jacket, Li Baoping.

Li Baoping stood in front of him, raising his little head high and his face full of joy.

The little girl had already been covered with a mess of embroidered bags and sachets, no less than seven or eight kinds of things. She also carried a small basket on her back, which was covered with a bamboo hat that could protect against wind and rain, which was just used to cover the basket. things inside. It is estimated that these were suggested by the little girl, and Ruan Xiu helped clean them up.

The girl in blue, Ruan Xiu, stood next to the little girl in red cotton jacket, looking particularly festive.

Chen Pingan looked at the little girl and asked with a smile: "Have you brought anything to eat?"

Li Baoping nodded and said, "Most of the basket is filled with food that Sister Ruan gave me to eat! The rest are books, not heavy... not that heavy!"

Chen Pingan said: "Whenever you feel tired, just tell me."

The little girl puffed up her chest and said boldly: "How can you be tired!"

Ruan Xiu said softly: "The situation map of the northern part of Dongbaopingzhou, the maps of the respective prefectures and counties of the Great Li and Great Sui Dynasties, and several smaller maps are all placed in Li Baoping's backpack. But wait until you get out of the Great Sui Dynasty. After the Li border, you need to ask for directions frequently. Fortunately, Li Baoping understands your Dali Mandarin and the Daya dialect circulated throughout Dongbaopingzhou, so it shouldn't be a big problem. Besides, I put some silver and copper coins in it, which is better than The gold and copper coins you gave to my father are nothing, so Chen Pingan, please don’t refuse."

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly and said: "I'm not stupid, why don't you want the money?"

Ruan Xiu said angrily: "Aren't you stupid?! For them who have nothing to do with..."

But as soon as the hurtful words were spoken, the girl felt extremely regretful and quickly stopped saying any more.

Because not far away, there were four young men from the school who were no longer traveling with them.

Chen Ping'an, who had been secretly winking, breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "I'll leave it to you, Miss Ruan, to do those things I mentioned yesterday."

Ruan Xiu nodded and said: "Don't worry, I will keep those keys and clean the house every now and then."

Chen Pingan took a deep breath and said to Li Baoping, "Let's go."

Li Baoping said happily: "Let's go!"

One big and one small, even the backpacks are one big and one small.

In everyone's sight, the two of them walked further and further apart.

Head south to the Sui Dynasty.

Along the way, the little girl muttered some interesting anecdotes about the small town, and finally talked about the study tour. She said to Chen Pingan in an old-fashioned way: "Scholars go on study tours. Older people need to use swords to defend themselves, and they also need to use swords to defend themselves. It can show that one is both civil and military.”

Chen Pingan was happy, "Yes, those are you scholars, I am not one."

The little girl was stunned and fell silent for a while.

It was as if this revelation had demoralized her.

Cui Chan bought a pot of fine soju at a small town wine shop and strolled slowly towards Erlang Lane.

When Cui Han arrived at the ancestral house of the Yuan family, he paused for a moment when he unlocked the door, and finally pushed it open with a smile.

He walked in quickly, closed the door, and walked to the pool. He looked at the man standing under the plaque in the main hall, ethereal and radiant. Cui Shan sat on the chair by the pool, opened the wine bottle, and smelled it. , then turned around and said with a smile: "Even if there is only a trace of the remaining soul left, it is not the behavior of a gentleman to break into a private house uninvited. Qi Jingchun, Junior Brother Qi, right?"

The man turned around, and his face was vaguely visible. It was Qi Jingchun, the elegant school teacher, and the master of the Cliff Academy who single-handedly resisted the law of heaven.

Qi Jingchun smiled and said: "That day, you and Cui Minghuang were acting for Wu Yuan on the surface, but actually for me. Are you tired?"

Cui Chen moved a chair and sat down, smiling and saying: "Oh? Then what did you see?"

Qi Jingchun stood on the north side of the pool, facing Cui Han who was sitting on the south side, and asked: "Why did you fall from the twelfth floor of Qi Practitioner to the tenth floor?"

Cui Chan leaned on the chair and shook the wine bottle held between two fingers, "You are not our scholarly gentleman. Who would have thought that you have actually changed your mind a long time ago. So the statue of sir keeps moving down. Not only do you Instead of being affected, my level has been rising. But I have been unable to break away from the influence of his school of thought and cultural background after I rebelled against him for so long. The most despairing thing for me is that I find that I have no hope in this life. My own knowledge overwhelms or surpasses my husband. What should I do? I can't just watch and be buried with my husband. The problem is that the collapse of his statue will have such a big impact that it is not like a stone falling into a lake, but the collapse of a mountain peak. When entering the lake, the waves are so big that except for people like you who have already landed, almost no one can escape, especially me. So I thought of a little trick, Junior Brother Qi, what do you think?"

Qi Jingchun nodded and said: "Use stones from other mountains to attack jade and break ego."

Cui Han's eyes flashed, and he stopped shaking the wine bottle.

Qi Jingchun sighed and said: "The best result is that your knowledge surpasses your husband and me, Qi Jingchun, and is recognized by heaven, earth, people and gods, but it is a pity that you can't do it. Secondly, you hope that your husband's cultural lineage will be cut off. In my hands, and then you can take it away. Even if you can't reach the high position of Mr. in the Confucian Temple, it's still thousands of times better than being a so-called Great Li State Master. In the end, you use someone as your shadow, and then your true body enters concentration. , according to Buddhist visualization, if that person can stick to the original intention, it means that you have adhered to the original intention at a certain hurdle, and ultimately it will be an opportunity for you to climb from the tenth floor to the eleventh floor again."

Qi Jingchun shook his head and said: "Cui Chan, do you think that this transaction of yours is guaranteed to make a profit without losing any money? I know that you have already arranged the back-up plan. Even if Chen Ping'an can still maintain a pure and firm mind, you are the same. I will arrange back-up measures, such as magnifying the shortcomings of those young men as much as possible, constantly depleting Chen Pingan's state of mind, such as grinding a stone on a mirror, making the mirror surface rough and eventually falling into pieces. Then once Chen Pingan is the seed of reading that I choose to pass on from generation to generation, You will be done, and you will be able to capture all the cultural background and luck of your husband and me, Qi Jingchun, which is far greater than the final result of the third method, Buddhist visualization."

Cui Chang's face was ashen.

Qi Jingchun smiled and said: "If you are willing to choose to let go now, I can promise to let you achieve the third result. Although it is relatively the worst, it is a great good thing for you Cui Chang. After so many years of running away from the enemy, you can finally It’s what I wanted.”

Cui Yi stood up and sneered: "Qi Jingchun, you are about to lose your soul, half human and half ghost! Are you worthy of negotiating terms with me?"

Qi Jingchun's face remained as usual, "I'll give you one last chance."

Cui Han said with a ferocious expression: "How dare you spoil my mood?!"

Qi Jingchun looked sad and said softly: "Senior Brother Cui."

Cui Han suddenly smashed the wine bottle in his hand on the ground, took a step forward, pointed at Qi Jingchun, who was across a pool on the ground and a patio in the sky, and said sternly: "I don't believe you, Qi Jingchun, can beat me!"

Qi Jingchun held her back with one hand and flicked her sleeves with the other. The wine flowing at Cui Han's feet slid into the pool, showing a mysterious water curtain of ripples.

Exactly the same as Cui Chan before.

He is worthy of being a fellow disciple in the past.

The raised hands and feet are all the romantic and freehand expressions of a scholar.

In the water curtain, there are boys and girls carrying backpacks.

The little girl in the red cotton jacket was walking sideways, raising her head and asking the boy about this and that.

The straw-shoe boy smiled and patiently answered the little girl's strange questions. If he encountered a difficult problem that he didn't understand, he would say he didn't know.

The young man doesn't feel embarrassed, and the little girl doesn't feel bored.

Qi Jingchun asked: "Cui Chan, don't you understand yet?"

Cui Han stared at the picture, his face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he murmured: "This is impossible!"

Finally, he raised his head. The handsome face of the young imperial master with a mole between his eyebrows was distorted to a terrifying level, "Qi Jingchun, you actually chose a woman as your only direct disciple?!"

Qi Jingchun looked at the unfamiliar young man's face and asked with a smile: "Why not?!"

Cui Han took a deep breath and raised the corners of his mouth, "But the boy's character has not changed. At worst, I will remove all my backhand, and instead help him find whetstones along the way. I can still win! I just won less. What, Qi Jingchun, In order to block my path, do you want to turn around and harm Chen Ping'an?"

Cui Han's face was wild and extremely proud, "Haha, the relationship between me and that boy from Mud Bottle Alley is about sharing weal and woe, and we are closely related to each other. Qi Jingchun, how can you fight with me?!"

Qi Jingchun said calmly: "I advise you to cut off this involvement now. It's still too late to stop now. At most, you can fall from the tenth floor to the sixth floor and still stay in the middle five realms."

Cui Chan said with a gloomy face: "Qi Jingchun, are you losing your mind and going crazy?"

Qi Jingchun glanced at Cui Han, sighed, stretched out his fingers and waved them gently, "Only the innocent heart should be tested in the affairs of the world. How can a smart person like you Cui Han understand?"

The boy in straw sandals and the girl in the red cotton jacket in the picture were not aware of it, but Cui Han watched helplessly as a jade hairpin suddenly appeared on the boy's head and was quietly pinned in the bun.

Cui Yi's face was full of sluggishness, shock and fear. He stretched out his hand and pointed tremblingly at Qi Jingchun, "Qi Jing..."

He couldn't even say the last word "spring" whether he was alive or dead.

In an instant.

Cui Shan, whose Taoist heart was lost and almost collapsed, was bleeding from his seven orifices.

After falling back on the chair, Cui quickly formed the Aquarius Seal with his hands in front of him and said hoarsely: "Peace your soul!"

Qi Jingchun raised her head and looked at the patio, not looking at the miserable Cui Han, and said: "You must remember that after you have suffered a loss, if you dare to sneak up again within a few months, I will have a way to make you withdraw from the rank of Qi Practitioner." A man fell from the fifth floor and became an ordinary man. Of course, if you hit the south wall and break it, you must not believe it. It doesn't matter. It's up to you to believe it or not. For the first time, I want you not to lose confidence in your husband. You don't believe it, and you end up in trouble. Before I came to Lizhu Cave Heaven, I asked you not to take action against Shanya Academy, but you still don't believe it. So this time, it's up to you."

Qi Jingchun left the ancestral home of the Yuan family in Erlang Lane and walked around the world for the last time. First she went to the school, then to the Shigong Bridge, then to the grave of her junior brother Ma Zhan, and finally Qi Jingchun went to heaven.

last of the last.

Qi Jingchun returned to the ground and walked quietly beside the boy in straw sandals and the girl in the red cotton jacket, walking side by side with them.

It's just that they don't know.

Every time the three of them took a step, the figure of Mr. Qi disappeared.

He finally stopped and looked at the backs of the two children heading south. The scholar was worried, regretful, reluctant, relieved, and proud.

He waved gently and said goodbye silently.

That's all.

Good.

"Eh? Why do you have a jade hairpin on your head?!"

"Huh? I don't know."

"When did it happen? Chen Pingan! You are actually a rich man, right?"

"It's really not the case. At least it's not the case now. I only had money for a few days."

"Okay. So what's going on with the wooden sword sticking out of your basket?"

"I do not know either."

"Chen Pingan! If you keep doing this, I really won't like you today!"

"I really don't know..."

"Forget it, forget it, I won't like you again tomorrow."

"..."

A young man with green mountains and green waters, with a little girl by his side.