Sword of Coming

In the ancestral house of the Yuan family in Erlang Lane, Cui Han was sitting on a chair covered in blood, with his hands in the treasure bottle seal, struggling to protect the skin from collapse. This was not only because the skin was extremely difficult to find, but also because the body was It was like a cage, locking up his soul. In a short period of time, let alone between the great Lijing City and Longquan mountains and rivers, as before, his soul traveled far away. Once his body was destroyed, he would become a completely separated and mutilated person. He is really going to be reduced to a fish and shrimp in the mud at the bottom of the fifth realm for the rest of his life. Those wolves, tigers and leopards that used to crawl under his feet are now very easy to kill him.

Although he suffered severe physical and mental injuries, after Cui Yi spit out a mouthful of blood, he still held on to the handle of the chair and stood up with trembling hands and feet. He knew very well that the more this happened, the harder it would be to breathe. Cui Yi raised his head and looked at In the courtyard, the voice of the military sage Ruan Qiong once fell, but at this time he had even lost the magic power that he had whispered with Ruan Qiong.

Cui Chan said hoarsely: "Come out."

A young man with a flawless appearance walked out of the side room with a face full of fear. He walked up to Cui Chang and was at a loss.

Cui Chan trusted the spies and dead soldiers under his command who were dormant in the town, but he only believed that they were loyal to him, the Great Li State Master. However, Cui Chan was not at all assured of their strength and did not expect them to escort him safely. When I return to the capital, maybe Song Changjing or that woman will be waiting for an opportunity to make a move on a certain chess piece placed by the four surnames and ten tribes before leaving the town.

So Cui Chan ordered the young man: "Go to the blacksmith shop to find Master Ruan, ask him to come here, and tell him directly that I, Cui Chan, want something from him and that I am willing to make a big deal with him. It's about the edict of the mountain god of Shenxiu Mountain." One thing, don't forget, it's a invitation. If Ruan Qiong refuses to come, you won't have to come back to this house in the future. The little ghost in your body that I have temporarily put away cannot withstand the strong wind of Yang Qi for a few days. Flush.”

The young man's face was as white as snow and he nodded vigorously.

Cui Chan sat back in his chair slumped and warned: "After you go out, look more natural and don't look like your parents are dead. Otherwise, even an idiot will know that something is wrong with me."

The young man nodded timidly and left quickly.

But Cui Chan had just closed his eyes. It was really funny. He was reduced to a situation where the ground was a prison and the soul exit was blocked. Now he had to help mend the seams and be the repairman of this prison.

There was a familiar sound of footsteps, and Cui Zhang opened his eyes suddenly, about to yell at this puppet for not doing things well.

But when he saw the uninvited guest next to the porcelain boy, Cui Chan immediately changed his face and smiled at the boy: "Go and bring a chair to Senior Yang, and bring me a cup of tea."

The old man smoked a dry cigarette, put one hand behind his back, looked around, and did not look at the miserable young imperial master. He said with a smile: "You Cui Chan personally arranged the ban here. Now I have quite a few people breaking in, and the master is still shouting. Take a deep sleep. Master, are you in any trouble? Do you need my help?"

Cui Chan's face remained as usual, he shook his head and said, "No need."

The old man sat on the chair brought by the young man, who was on the east side, while Cui Chan sat on the south-facing side, facing the plaque in the lobby of the Yuan family. The old man glanced at the young man who looked cautious and curious, and said with emotion: "You are really accomplished in the matter of souls."

Cui Chan asked: "Now that we are talking, can Ruan Qiong hear us?"

Old Man Yang smiled and said: "What kind of temperament does Ruan Qiong have? He only came to peek at you after he was full. If you hadn't provoked him repeatedly, do you think he would be willing to pay attention to you?"

Cui Chan said in a deep voice: "Be careful of sailing the ten-thousand-year-old ship!"

This sentence was the second time Cui Han said it to this senior Yang. The first time was in Lao Ci Mountain.

The old man smoked a dry cigarette and said, "It makes sense."

Cui Yi waited for a moment and asked, "Is that okay?"

The old man nodded lightly, "Master Cui can speak freely."

Cui Chan wiped away the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and asked: "Should I call Mr. Da the Qingtong Tianjun? Or the more famous one..."

The old man interrupted Cui Han expressionlessly, "That's enough."

Cui Chan really didn't continue talking, and sighed with emotion: "To be honest, I am fascinated by that war."

Cui Chan laughed out loud for no reason, "I don't hate that I haven't met the gods, but I hate that the gods haven't seen me. This was my first heartfelt emotion after being exposed to the inside story when I was studying under my husband. At that time, my husband criticized me for not knowing how high the sky is. , talking nonsense. Now that I think about it, sir, I was right and I was wrong."

The old man waved his hands and said, "Whether your master and his disciples are at odds with each other, or whether your brothers are fighting each other, I'm not interested."

Cui Chan sneered: "Then you come here just to see my jokes?"

Old Man Yang asked: "I'm a little curious. Song Changjing, the king of the Great Li clan, is a warrior who aspires to the eleventh level of martial arts. Why are you so incompatible with him?"

Cui Chan shook his head and said: "It's not that Song Changjing and I are going to fight to the death, but we have a powerful girl in Dali who can't tolerate him. It was her personal planning behind the scenes that broke Chen Ping'an's destiny. No Ma family in Xinghua Lane, who is greedy for wealth, is willing to take action, and there are also the Liu family and the Song family. This is to make it easier for her son to seize the opportunity. Of course, I will not deny it. Later, I used Chen Ping'an to target Qi Jingchun, which was the trend. And for. It is indeed one of the few strokes of genius that I, Cui Han, have in my life. Qi Jingchun made a better move and I gave up, but I still don’t feel that this move was bad."

Old Man Yang blew out the smoke and squinted his eyes and said: "Once the porcelain of my life is broken, the boy from Mud Bottle Alley is like a candle, which attracts special attention. Naturally, it is easy to cause a moth to fly into the flame. As expected by the woman you mentioned. Yes, if it weren't for that, the girl who was condensed from the remnants of the true dragon's spiritual energy would have run toward Chen Pingan based on instinct at first, but when she escaped from the locked dragon well and arrived at the Mud Bottle Alley, she staggered away. When she arrived at the door of the two courtyards, she realized that Song Jixin's house was filled with rich dragon energy. To her, this was simply the most delicious food in the world, so she tried her best to knock on his courtyard door. Unfortunately, she was powerless and fell into the snowdrift at the door of Chen Ping'an's house. Later, it was Chen Ping'an who saved her, but after she woke up, she was certainly not willing to sign a contract with such an ordinary person with naked eyes. , after all, it was tantamount to suicide. The short life of an ordinary person was really not worth mentioning to her long life. Of course she was not willing to get only a moment of freedom. So she claimed to be the newly arrived maid of the Song Jixin family, Chen Pingan foolishly gave away the greatest opportunity of the Lizhu Cave Heaven with both hands. Having said that, at that time, Chen Pingan was like a rebellious son of a rich family and a rebellious minister of a great country. He was indeed suppressed invisibly by the way of heaven and could not retain any blessings. edge."

When the old man said this, he shook his head and said, "You can see it, but you can't touch it, and you can't hold it."

After Cui Chan quietly listened to the old man's story, he returned to the topic, "Even His Majesty the Emperor believed that his younger brother Song Changjing had never been interested in the dragon chair. It's a pity that once, His Majesty asked me for advice on Go, and the woman was also watching the game. Give your Majesty some advice to prevent the chess game from ending early."

"His Majesty suddenly asked me whether he, a vassal king with unparalleled achievements in the field, would one day suddenly lead his troops to attack the capital city of Li and ask him for that chair with the knife in his hand."

"Of course I answered honestly and said that the prince would not do this. However, if one day, the large group of generals and warriors under the prince's command who have great achievements in war come up with the idea of ​​becoming ministers to support the dragon, then The prince has reached the tenth realm again, or even the legendary eleventh realm. He feels that life is very boring, and everyone around him is confusing and instigating, so why not wear a dragon robe and sit on a dragon chair, so as not to chill the soldiers? Heart."

"After I finished saying this, the Emperor of Great Li laughed. Finally, His Majesty the Emperor turned to the woman beside him and asked, 'What do you think?' The woman told her, 'His Majesty the Emperor is not ambitious enough. Aquarius Island can fill his stomach, but Song Changjing is different. The higher his martial arts achievements will be in the future, the more he will want to go to higher places.' After hearing what the woman said, His Majesty smiled and said that both of us were nonsense. Your words and heart-wrenching words have destroyed my great pillar, and you should be dragged down and beheaded. However, today is an auspicious day, and it is better to talk with hands than to kill with hands. For the time being, I will leave you two heads on your neck."

Old Man Yang smiled and said: "Song Changjing is really unlucky for eight lifetimes when he meets you two opponents. One woman is blowing the pillow, and the other is the henchman."

Cui Chan asked bluntly: "Why are you looking for me?"

Old Man Yang said a strange thing without beginning or end, "We believe that generals have their seed, wealth and honor have their roots, and life and death have their destiny. You don't believe it."

When it came to this matter, Cui Han did not give in. He had no cowardice in putting his life and death in the hands of others. He sneered and said: "Although I don't think the current situation is any better, I don't think you are any good people." ”

Old Man Yang looked at Cui Han, "Tell me, why did Qi Jingchun choose Chen Ping'an?"

Cui Chan smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Obviously, Cui Chen will never tell the answer.

Because this involves his Taoist heart.

Old Man Yang asked: "Do you really think I won't kill you?"

Cui Han nodded and said: "You don't dare. Even if I raise a dog myself, at this time, for the sake of wealth and future, you may dare to kill me, but you are the only one who dare not."

Old Man Yang smiled and said, "You are so smart, how could you lose to Qi Jingchun?"

Cui Chan slumped back in his chair and laughed at himself: "Qi Jingchun has a saying that can answer your question. 'In this world, only the heart of an innocent child can be tested.'"

Old Man Yang shook his head and said: "Look, this is the result of your disbelief in fate. It is inexplicable, insubstantial, covered by clouds and fog, rootless and footless."

Cui Chen laughed loudly, "Why, senior, you want me to follow your path?"

Old Man Yang asked back: "Don't you want to get back together and return to the top? What's more, you admire the word meritorious service, and its essence is not in common with us."

Cui Chan stretched out a finger and pointed at Old Man Yang tremblingly. He almost laughed to tears and said sarcastically: "Although I, Cui Chan, am not as good as my husband or Qi Jingchun, but for the so-called immortal golden body, the result is I work as a running dog to look after the house and the courtyard, and those guys who I originally looked down on come and go when I call them. Am I crazy, or are you crazy? Old man, I am not talking about you, are you? Are you seeking medical attention in a hurry? Or are you in the same situation as me, where something unexpected happened and a long-planned plan was ruined?"

Old Man Yang said lightly, "Who do you think can boss me around?"

Cui Zhang suddenly narrowed his eyes, his face was solemn, and he remained silent.

Old Yang sat cross-legged and looked at the patio with a peaceful expression.

Everyone in the world says that there is a god three feet above the head.

In fact, it’s long gone.

Cui Han took a deep breath and said, "I would like to advise you, if you have tampered with that boy, stop it as soon as possible."

Old Man Yang shook his head and said slowly: "No."

Cui Chan smiled and said: "I guess Qi Jingchun also cleaned up everything before he died, and you and I are also clean. That is, except for that bitch in Dali Jingcheng, who may have evil intentions, Chen Ping'an has nothing to do with being "high and above". No worries anymore.”

Old Man Yang suddenly said: "Since we can't be like-minded, it doesn't matter, we can make a fair deal."

Cui Han didn't ask any questions and said without hesitation: "I agreed."

First they walked five miles, and Chen Pingan asked the little girl in the red cotton coat to rest for a while, then four miles, and then three miles before stopping to rest. The two of them sat on a smooth stone by the stream. They had to take a detour for the time being when going south. The road, because it generally follows the direction of the stream, otherwise the mountain road would be difficult to travel, and Li Baoping would not be able to keep up at all. Although the little girl has outstanding physical strength, far exceeding that of her peers, she is still an eight or nine-year-old child. No matter how well she has built her body, she cannot compare to an adult. Chen Ping'an will never be able to carry the little girl with his own foot power.

Li Baoping was sitting there covered in sweat when he saw Chen Ping'an suddenly taking off his straw sandals, rolling up his trousers and getting into the water. It was probably because the water surface of the stream was much wider. The stream was no higher than his knees, and he could see many small blue fish everywhere. Wandering, extremely flexible, mostly due to the length of the palm.

Li Baoping has dreamed of catching fish since the first time he walked into the stream. However, swimming fish are much more cunning than crabs or shrimps, and Li Baoping has no way to catch them. She had followed the same example before, secretly cutting down a piece of green bamboo to make a fishing rod, but with the same fishing rod, hook, line and earthworms, she could never catch fish in the stream. The little girl often hid in the shade of the trees by the river. , although she was able to fish for an entire afternoon squatting, but she didn’t get any harvest. Others used several pieces of foxtail grass to skewer fish, or the small fish baskets were filled with the results, and they all went home happily to find their parents. Only the little girl still had no harvest.

Therefore, in the mind of the little girl, Chen Ping'an, who goes into mountains and rivers, burns charcoal to collect herbs, fishes and catches snakes, seems to be omnipotent, but in fact his image is extremely tall. She only told Shi Chunjia these secrets.

At this time, the little girl saw that Chen Pingan first found a place near the shore, where many fish seemed to gather and hide under the big bluestone. Then he started to build a "dyke" slightly upstream, which was almost the same as Li Bao's. The bottle is so long, and it is all made of large and small stones nearby in the stream. There will still be water flowing down through the gaps between the stones. Chen Pingan is not in a hurry to block the gaps with gravel and sand, but builds another horizontal one. Putting up two dykes ends up like creating a small pond.

Li Baoping came to the bank near the pond and squatted, eyes wide open, watching Chen Ping'an start to mend the holes, his movements were fast and full of beauty. Li Baoping also found that when Chen Pingan lowered his head to do things, his face was calm, his expression was focused, and his mind was immersed in it without any distractions.

Just like a little girl studying in a rural school, when she saw Mr. Qi writing for the first time, she felt an indescribable and comfortable feeling in her heart.

As the upper dike is almost tight and seamless, no water can enter, and the same is true for the side dikes. The downstream dike is only used to prevent swimming fish from escaping, so handfuls of stream sand are not used to cover the entrance, so this The water level of the "fish pond" gradually dropped.

Li Baoping's little face was filled with happiness. He clenched his fists and muttered to himself. He was even more nervous than Chen Pingan, who was sitting on a stone to rest for a while.

Chen Pingan began to walk into the pond and scoop out water with both hands.

Li Baoping clicked his tongue and said: "Chen Ping'an, you are calling fishing in a dry lake, oh no, this is a derogatory term, it should be to draw fire from the bottom of the cauldron!"

Chen Pingan smiled and asked casually: "I used to see you fishing by the stream. How long is the maximum length of fish you can catch?"

Li Baoping sighed, "The fish are so smart, I can only use a piece of foxtail grass to trick the crabs out of their nests. Fishing is very difficult."

Chen Ping'an couldn't help laughing and said: "Did you make the fishing rod yourself?"

Li Baoping nodded vigorously and said: "Yes, there is a purple bamboo forest in the corner of my backyard. It is said that it was planted by my grandfather's grandfather. My father and the others guarded it very closely. As soon as I asked to make a fishing rod, I was rejected. I managed to cut one secretly and sharpened it little by little with scissors. I was exhausted."

The water in the pond was becoming more and more turbid, and fish had begun to escape, splashing out water. Chen Pingan was accustomed to this, raised his head and said with a smile: "That bamboo is not too thin to begin with, why did you remove the head and tail?"

Li Baoping said blankly: "That's right. I'm afraid that if the fishing rod is too thin and the fish caught is too big, it will break all of a sudden. If I go to Zizhu Forest to look for a fishing rod again, even if my father doesn't hit me, I will I don’t want to deal with those bamboos with scissors anymore.”

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "How can anyone fish with bamboo sticks? The fish in our stream are actually not big. Once the fishing rod is thick, you can't even feel whether it is hooked or rubbing the bait. The fish in front of them are If you bite the hook a few times, you will definitely not bite the hook. Fish are not stupid. If you swing the fishing rod too early, you will definitely not catch it. When fishing, you must make a fishing rod of moderate thickness, depending on the season and whether it is sunny or rainy. Depending on the weather, you also have to find fish nests and fish breeding nests, and be particular about fish hooks and bait.”

The little girl in the red cotton-padded jacket opened her mouth wide as if listening to a book from heaven. She was a little embarrassed. In fact, there was one thing she didn't tell Chen Pingan. The fishhook at the end of the fishing line hanging on the bamboo stick was made by bending and twisting it with the embroidery needle at home. It might be a little too big. Point, it is very difficult for those fish to swallow the hook.

Li Baoping told himself in his heart that it was okay, he was young and ignorant, and his circumstances were excusable.

Chen Pingan saw that the little girl was a little unhappy, so he had to comfort her: "But you haven't caught a single fish in all these years. I think it's even more amazing."

Li Baoping's eyes lit up, and the little girl seemed to have opened up her heart for many years, and suddenly became energetic.

She asked curiously: "Why do we need to catch fish? We still have so much to eat."

Chen Ping'an explained: "Think about it, there is a saying that if you sit back and eat the mountain, the mountain will be empty, let alone our two small backpacks. So we have to save money, the road will be long in the future."

Li Baoping was convinced and eager to give it a try: "It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach them how to fish. You can teach me about things like this, cutting bamboo to make fishing rods, and fishing for fish."

"Go on." Chen Pingan easily caught a green and red slab fish, smiled and gently threw it to the little girl. Looking at Li Baoping who was in a hurry, he said: "You are too young, just do what you can." No need to compare yourself to me. I was originally taking care of you to study at Cliff Academy."

The little girl finally grabbed the fish with both hands and said righteously: "That's wrong. Mr. Qi said that we have to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. I only have five books in the basket, so the rest is You need to go to the academy library for reading, but traveling thousands of miles is also something that scholars must do. Studying with a book, that is, carrying a book box on your back, traveling around the great rivers and mountains, and honing your moral knowledge at the same time. Both are indispensable, otherwise It’s just a lame person walking.”

"There are a lot of foxtails around you. You can string them together through the gills of the fish. If you are afraid of them breaking, you can put two or three foxtails together."

While teaching her how to dispose of the trophies, Chen Ping'an asked: "When you go on a study tour, do you mean carrying a bookcase? Is that the kind Chen Songfeng of Longwei County carried on his back? It's made of bamboo and looks very nice. I'll pass by the bamboo forest in the future. If you want, I can make one for you, and I just need to make a fishing rod to draw water. If you go further down, the water will be deep, and you can't catch fish with the method you use today."

The little girl squatted on the shore, stringing up the stone fish that had been thrown ashore one by one. After hearing these words, she jumped with joy, "Really?!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Why am I lying to you? Oh, be careful, don't jump, be careful not to fall into the stream with the fish and the person. The fish can't escape, what should I do if the person catches a cold."

The little girl in the red cotton jacket knelt down and said with a bright smile: "I'm happy, I'm finally going to have my own little book box!"

Chen Pingan squatted in the stream that was almost dry to the bottom, with his head close to the stone, and reached under the stone slab to catch the fish. "This kind of fish can be eaten raw after it is dried in the sun. If you find it dirty, I will remove the internal organs." I didn’t need it myself before.”

After a battle between heaven and man, Li Baoping timidly said: "How about removing the internal organs?"

Chen Ping'an took out another slab fish and gently threw it into the grass on the shore. "It's up to you. I'll do it later."

Li Baoping, who was holding three skewers of fish in his hand, said quickly: "I'll do it, I'll do it."

Chen Pingan nodded and continued to fish under the stone.

A moment later, there was a splash, and a little girl not far away stood in the stream, crying.

Chen Pingan quickly stood up, ran over quickly, and asked nervously: "What's wrong?"

The little girl cried heartbreakingly, "There was a fish. I just took it off the dogtail grass. It looked like it was about to die. Unexpectedly, as soon as I put it in the water, it swung its tail and ran away. It fell! I can’t even catch it..."

Chen Ping'an laughed so hard that he bent down to help her roll up her soaked trousers, then gently carried her to the shore and asked her to take off her shoes, saying that he would handle the fish.

The little girl took off her shoes obediently, but she still cried very sadly. She always felt that she had done something very sorry for him.

I just feel like the sky is falling.

Chen Pingan was skillfully disemboweling the fish and squeezing out the internal organs. He struggled to hold back his laughter and thought it would be better not to rub salt into the little girl's wounds.

Chen Pingan finally turned to the little girl and gently lifted the three strings of cleaned fish.

Harvest.

The little girl burst into laughter and said with a tear-stained face, "One of them ran away, and there are so many more."

Chen Pingan walked to her and sat down, handed her three skewers of fish, and rubbed her head, "Yes, so don't be so sad if you encounter this kind of thing in the future."

The little girl lifted the three skewers of fish high, placed them in front of her eyes, and said happily: "Okay!"

Chen Ping'an said softly: "I'll make you some suitable straw sandals from now on, and I'll make sure they don't grind your feet."

The little girl's eyes lit up, "Is it okay?"

Chen Pingan lowered his head and helped her twist the water in her pants, "It's very simple."

The little girl sighed, "You know everything, I know nothing."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "You can teach me to read and write in the future. I don't know many characters now, about five hundred."

When Li Baoping heard this, he immediately nodded and said, "It's a deal!"

The two sat side by side, looking at the slowly flowing stream. Li Baoping asked casually: "Do you know what this stream is called?"

"Dragon Beard Creek."

"How do you know this creek is called Longxu Creek?"

"The last time I went into the mountains, I brought two maps. Master Ruan said they were situation maps of our Longquan County. The map was marked Longxu Creek, but when it flows from the southeast to the south, the red line on the map gradually It became thicker, and then it was renamed Tiefu River.”

"That's it, then let me tell you, our Dali imperial court has six departments. Among them, the Ministry of Rites has three officials of heaven, earth, and people. Among them, the officials of the earth are responsible for drawing these maps. However, there will also be the earth masters of the Qin Tianjian to help lead the way and walk together. The mountains, rivers and rivers are equivalent to measuring the territory of a dynasty, a thousand miles and ten thousand miles, step by step with your feet, and then drawing them on the drawing inch by inch. Chen Pingan, do you think those local officials and masters are powerful?"

"What, when you grow up, you want to be a local official in the Ministry of Rites, or a local master in the Qintian Prison?"

"Chen Ping'an, don't you know? Women can't be officials. And it's not just our Dali, it seems to be like this all over the world. People like me and Shi Chunjia can study, but I haven't heard of any women. Become a teacher, or be called a master."

"That's it."

"By the way, Chen Pingan, you said that the jade hairpin on your head was given to Mr. Qi by Mr. Qi's husband, and then Mr. Qi gave it to you."

"yes."

"Chen Ping'an, then from today on, I will call you Junior Uncle!"

"Why?"

"After you become my junior uncle, if one day I make you unhappy and you plan to leave me alone, you will definitely ask yourself, Chen Ping'an is Li Baoping's extremely beloved junior uncle, of course I must Sharing weal and woe with such a good little girl."

"Can you not be a little junior uncle? Don't worry, I won't leave you behind."

"no!"

"Then I won't make you a bamboo box and straw sandals."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid. I'm going to call you Junior Uncle!"

"Um?"

"Where in the world is there a little uncle who won't make me a small bamboo box and straw sandals?!"

"..."