Sword comes

A Confucian scholar with double temples and star frost left the school with a young man in a green shirt and came to the downstairs of the archway.The most learned teacher in the town, with a haggard expression on his face, pointed to a plaque on the top of his head.

The young Zhao Yao, who is both a student of the school and a scholar boy, looked up and said without hesitation: "Our Confucians teach with the character benevolence, and the four characters on the plaque are taken from 'Be benevolent, do not let the teacher', meaning It means that we scholars should respect teachers and respect Taoism, but we don’t have to be humble before benevolence, righteousness and morality.”

Mr. Qi asked: "No need to be humble? What if it was changed to 'No'?"

The young man in the green shirt has an elegant appearance, and compared with Song Jixin's aggressive and sharp-edged, his temperament is more gentle and restrained, just like the first hibiscus, which is naturally cute.When the husband asked this hidden mystery question, the young man did not dare to take it lightly, and thought carefully, thinking that it was the husband who was studying his own knowledge, how dare he be casual?The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at his disciple's restrained appearance as if he was facing a great enemy, smiled knowingly, and patted the young man's shoulder, "It's just a casual question, don't be nervous. It seems that I restrained your nature too much before, sculpting Being too complicated will make you live like a statue placed in the Wenchang Pavilion, with a straight face, rules everywhere, reasoning in everything, and not getting tired... But at present, it seems to be a good thing."

The young man was a little puzzled, but his master had already led him around to the other side, and he was still looking up at the four-character plaque. The disciple said: "Before I did my part, the person who wrote the four-character plaque was the No. The dispute between praise and criticism has not yet been settled. Rhyme, method, meaning, posture, calligraphy four meanings, for thousands of years, this person has won the double leader, and it is simply not a way for the masters of the same generation. As for the "Xiyan" at this time ’, it’s a little funny, if you look carefully, you should be able to find that although the four characters are similar in brushwork, structure, and spirit, in fact, they were written separately by four Taoist ancestors. There was a lot of quarrel between the two old gods who exchanged letters, they all wanted to write the mysterious and mysterious character 'Xi', but they didn't want to write the vulgar and vulgar character 'Yan'..."

Then the Confucian scholar took the boy around to "Don't ask outside", he looked around, his eyes were faint, "The village school where you were originally studying will soon be closed by several big families because there is no teacher. , or simply knock it down, build a small Taoist temple or erect a Buddha statue for pilgrims to burn incense, and a Taoist or monk presides over it, year after year, until the Jiazi period, during which it may be 'replaced' two or three times, so as not to prevent the people of the town Doubt in my heart is actually just a poor eye-blocking method. It’s just that a magical magical power the size of a sesame is completed here. If you leave it outside, maybe it will be equivalent to the grand momentum of the gods playing drums and the spring thunder shaking the world…”

At the back, the gentleman's voice was as thin as a mosquito, and even if the reading man Zhao Yao pricked up his ears, he couldn't hear it clearly.

Mr. Qi sighed, his tone was a little helpless and tired: "Many things were originally secrets that could not be revealed, but now they are becoming less and less important, but we are scholars after all, and we still have to talk about our face. What's more, I Qi Jingchun If you take the lead and break the rules, it is tantamount to guarding yourself against theft, and eating is really ugly."

Zhao Yao suddenly gathered up his courage and said, "Sir, the students know that you are not a layman, and this town is not an ordinary place."

The Confucian smiled curiously: "Oh? Let's talk about it."

Zhao Yao pointed to the majestic twelve-legged archway, "This place, plus the iron lock well in Xinghua Alley, and the covered bridge rumored to have two iron swords hanging from the bottom of the bridge, the old locust tree, Taoye Alley The peach trees in my house, and the Fulu Street where my Zhao family is located, the Gu Yu posts, Chongyang posts, etc., posted every year, are very strange.”

The Confucian interrupted the boy, "Strange? Why is it strange, you grew up here and never went out. Have you ever seen the scenery outside the town? There is no comparison, so why do you say this?"

Zhao Yao said solemnly: "Sir, the contents of those books are already thoroughly familiar to me. The peach blossoms in Taoye Lane are described by the verses in the books, which are very different. Besides, Mr. teaches, why only the three books of Mongolian study are passed down, and the emphasis is on literacy. , After learning, what books should we read? What do we read for? What is the 'career' in the book? Although the two kiln supervisors never talked about the court, the capital and the world, but..."

The Confucian smiled happily and said, "It's alright, it's useless to talk too much."

Zhao Yao stopped talking immediately.

The Confucian scholar who called himself Qi Jingchun whispered: "Zhao Yao, you need to be cautious in your words and deeds in the future, and remember that disasters come from your mouth, so most Confucian sages keep their mouths shut. Flaws. As for the saints, such as the mountain masters of the 72 academies...these people, like the great Daoists of Taoism and the golden arhats of Buddhism, can make a prophecy come true with their words. The elders in the family, after reaching this level, are roughly collectively referred to as land gods, and they can be regarded as having stepped into the threshold with one foot. However, these characters are all like dragons, and some are high and high, like gods in Taoist temples, unattainable, and some The Shenlong sees the head but does not see the tail, and ordinary people can't find it at all."

Zhao Yao heard it in a daze, like falling into a cloud.

Zhao Yao couldn't help but ask, "Sir, why are you saying this today?"

The scholar looked open-minded and said with a smile: "You have a husband, and I naturally have a husband. And my husband... let alone say it, in short, I thought I would be able to survive for decades, but I suddenly discovered that there are some people behind the scenes, even this I don't want to wait any longer. So this time I can't take you out of the town, I need you to go out by yourself. There are some innocuous truths that should be revealed to you. You should just listen to a story. I just hope you Understand a truth, there is heaven outside the sky, and there are people in people, no matter how you Zhao Yao's 'advanced by nature and good luck', you can't be complacent and slack in your heart."

The well water is falling and the leaves of the locust leaves are detached, all of which are omens.

A scholar named Qi Jingchun reminded: "Zhao Yao, do you still remember the locust leaf that I asked you to collect?"

The young scholar nodded vigorously, "Put it away together with the seal presented by Mr.

"How can there be leaves in the world that are so green and fresh when they leave the branches? There are thousands of people in the town, and there are only a handful of people who have obtained this 'blessing'. There might be another chance.”

The scholar's eyes were deep, "Besides, over the years, I have been letting you do good deeds in the small town to form a good relationship, no matter who you are, you must treat everyone with courtesy and sincerity, and you will gradually understand the mystery in the future. , those seemingly inconspicuous trivial things, dripping water and piercing stones, the ultimate benefit may not be worse than holding a "local county annals"."

The teenager found a yellow bird parked on the stone beam, occasionally jumping and chirping.

After the Confucian scholar put his hands together, he looked up at the yellow bird with a solemn expression.

The boy didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

The Confucian scholar Qi Jingchun suddenly looked towards the mud bottle alley, frowning even more.

The Confucian sighed softly: "The stinging insects gradually heard the sound of spring and broke out of the ground. Just as a guest, sneaking under the eyes of the master, and doing such ghostly tricks, is it too much too much? Really think that relying on A small half-bowl of water can do whatever he wants here?"

Zhao Yao was worried, "Sir?"

The scholar waved his hand, indicating that the matter had nothing to do with the young man, but only brought him to the last plaque.

The young Zhao Yao seemed to have suddenly heard a stinger of spring thunder, and stopped abruptly, his eyes staring blankly.

Not far away, there was a black-clothed girl wearing a hood. The tulle covered her face. She was well-proportioned, neither slender nor plump. She wore a long sword with a snow-white scabbard and a green scabbard around her waist. She sheathed a narrow knife and stood under the plaque of "Qi Chong Bullfighting", she crossed her arms around her chest and raised her head.

The scholar was amused and coughed lightly.

The young man was just dumbfounded, and didn't understand the reminder of his "see no evil" at all.

The Confucian scholar smiled knowingly, but he didn't shout, instead he stopped coughing in a bad way, letting the teenager beside him stare at the girl.

The girl didn't seem to notice the boy's gaze.

She seemed to appreciate the four big characters "Qi Chong bullfighting". Compared with the dignified and solemnness of the other three plaques in block letters, the big words on this plaque were only written in regular script, and the charm was almost arbitrary.

she likes!

The young man woke up suddenly. It turned out that the husband patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Zhao Yao, it's time for you to go back to the school and carry your things home."

The boy blushed, lowered his head, and returned to the school with his husband.

The girl then slowly released the five fingers holding the handle of the knife.

In the distance, the scholar joked: "Zhao Yao, Zhao Yao, I saved your life."

The boy was shocked: "Sir?"

The Confucian scholar hesitated for a moment, then said seriously: "When you see her in the future, you must take a detour."

The gentle and elegant blue-shirted reading man was a little surprised and a little disappointed, "Sir, why is this?"

Qi Jingchun thought for a while and said a conclusive remark, "She is incomparably sharp and destined to be a sword without a sheath."

The young man hesitated.

The middle-aged Confucian smiled and said: "Of course, if you only secretly like someone, the Taoist Buddha can't stop it. Even our most restrictive scholar, our most holy teacher, only warns 'Don't say anything inappropriate, ignore it, Just listen and move, I didn't say don't think of evil."

At this moment, the young man suddenly seemed to be fascinated, and blurted out loudly: "She is very fragrant!"

As soon as the words came out, the young man was stunned.

The Confucian had a headache, not because he was angry, but because the situation was more difficult. He said solemnly, "Zhao Yao, turn around!"

The boy turned around subconsciously and turned his back to Mr.

Downstairs in the archway, the girl turned her head with murderous aura.

First, her hands drooped down, and the thumbs of both hands were pressed on the hilt and hilt of the sword.

Then she started to run with small steps. After about four or five steps, her hands and feet suddenly exerted strength. The three-foot long sword in the snow-white scabbard and the slender narrow sword in the green scabbard were the first to be unsheathed and slanted forward. At the same time, her body He jumped up from the ground, his hands quickly grabbed the sword, and without saying a word, he slashed his head!

Between the girl in black and the pair of teachers and students in the small town, two arms that were not thick stretched and burst out two bright lights.

arc moon.

It's not magic, and it's not magic.

Purely a quick word!

The Confucian scholar looked relaxed, without any intention of evading, just stomping his feet lightly.

A burst of ripples surging out.

The next moment, the girl's body was tense, and the killing intent was even heavier.

It turned out that the powerful sword and sword were completely defeated, and she stood at the place where the sword was drawn from the scabbard.

The scholar smiled and said: "Yes, the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength. But then again, this disciple of mine has indeed offended the girl, but the crime is not worth death, right?"

The girl deliberately made her voice mature and dull, put the sword into the sheath slowly, turned into a posture of holding the sword with one hand, pointed at the scholar with the tip of the sword, "How do you 'think', that is your business, I don't care ."

The girl took a step forward, "What I do is my business. Of course, you can... take care of it!"

Fast forward.

The ground on which she stepped on her front and rear feet suddenly collapsed into two small pits.

The Confucian scholar took one hand and clenched his fist with the other, placed it on the abdomen in front of him, and said with a smile: "The martial arts of the military is only fast and not broken. It's a pity that this world, even if it is about to fall apart, as long as it is before that, there are ten landmasses. The immortals teamed up to break the formation, but it was just a mighty cockroach shaking the tree. Not to mention you?

The next moment, the girl appeared a dozen steps to the left of the scholar again for no reason.

She thought for a moment and closed her eyes.

The Confucian shook his head and smiled: "It's not the way you think it's a blindfold. This world is similar to the so-called Xiaoqian World in Buddhism. Here, I am..."

"what?"

He suddenly exclaimed in surprise, stopped talking, and came to the girl's side in an instant.

He asked, "Who taught you the art of swordsmanship and swordsmanship?"

The girl didn't open her eyes, her left hand held the hilt of the sword that had just been sheathed, and a cold light swept across the waist of the scholar, trying to cut it off.

The Confucian scholar with two fingers twisting the tip of the knife said softly: "Retreat!"

There was a rustling sound on the ground, and the dust was flying. After a while, the figure of a girl wearing a hood was revealed. She stood with her feet one after the other. Under her feet, in front of the scholar, a gully appeared, as if being plowed. from.

The girl's hands were bloodied.

The knife was unsheathed, and the sword was unsheathed, but she was reduced to the point where she was taken with nothing.

And she knew very well that in addition to the "framework" of the world, the enemy has always suppressed the strength and cultivation base on a realm equal to her own.

This is inferior skill.

rather than lack of cultivation.

Her whole figure is on the verge of running out.

I'm afraid the girl herself didn't realize that the light around her was distorted.

This Mr. Xueju is the most reasonable person, and he persuaded with understanding: "You'd better not compare with me for the time being, it may hinder your martial arts state of mind. It is very important to reach the top of martial arts."

He looked a little weird at this time, holding the tip of the sword in one hand and the body of the sword in the other.

He suddenly laughed, imitating the tone of the girl's words, "Old-fashioned" and said: "Whether you listen or not, it is your freedom, whether to speak or not is my business."

The girl was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Teach me!"

The scholar smiled and nodded, not a arrogant and domineering woman. This is very good. He gently threw the knife to the girl and said, "Return the knife to you first."

He looked down at the long sword at the tip of his finger, trembling slightly.

The young phoenix is ​​clearer than the old phoenix.

The scholar said regretfully: "The quality of this sword is quite good, but it is still a little far from the top, so that it can only carry two words at most, which is a bit reluctant, otherwise, based on your aptitude, don't say anything. Take all four words, three words, it must be more than enough..."

When he sighed, he raised his hand and shouted softly, "Edict!"

Two groups of dazzling rays of light flew out from the plaque of "Qi Chong Bullfighting".

The scholar waved his sleeves twice in a row and shot into the long sword.

On the plaque, the words "Qi" and "Ox" are still present.

The words "rush" and "fight" seem to be an old man on a sick bed. After returning to the light, he finally completely lost his spirit.

The scholar shook his wrist casually, and the long sword returned to the master's scabbard in the blink of an eye. Because it has been sheathed, no one knows for the time being. There are two breaths on the sword that wandered like a dragon.

The next scene shocked Qi Jingchun, who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.

The girl slowly took off the scabbard, swung it casually, and slanted it into the loess ground. Behind the gauze hanging down from the hood, her eyes were firm, "This is not the swordsmanship I pursue."

The scholar glanced at the sword that was abandoned by the girl, and felt a long-lost heaviness in his heart, so he had to ask the question of his identity: "Do you know who I am?"

The girl nodded and shook her head again, "I heard that every Jiazi time, a saint from the three sects will be replaced here to preside over the operation of a grand formation. It has been thousands of years. , either with a strange treasure, or the cultivation base is advancing by leaps and bounds, so I want to come and see. When I see you, I will confirm your identity, otherwise I will not be so straightforward when I make a move. "

Qi Jingchun asked again: "Then do you know what you gave up just now?"

The girl was silent.

In the scabbard on the ground, the long sword trembled, like a beautiful woman in a country whimpering, begging her lover to change her mind.

The young scholar had already turned his head secretly, carefully looking at the girl in the distance.

The Confucian scholar can be said to be ignorant, but he is still puzzled by this. That sword. Next, the town will be very... peaceful. It's a good thing to have more things to protect yourself."

The girl didn't speak, she turned and left.

Still reluctant to take that sword.

Qi Jingchun was a little helpless, waved his sleeves, and nailed the sword into a high stone pillar in the archway. If someone forcibly pulled it out, it would definitely disturb himself in the center of the town, just like the previous "Mr. Storyteller". The next shot, did not escape the distant attention of this school teacher.

He personally took Zhao Yao all the way from the school to the Zhao family's mansion on Fulu Street. The middle-aged scholar walked slowly. Every time he took a step, the tall mansions with dense courtyards on both sides of the street, some hidden places, would have some hidden places. Imperceptible Ambilight flashes away.

Qi Jingchun murmured: "It's strange, where is the little girl? Could it be a child of a fairy family outside this continent?"

After he returned to the school, he sat in front of the desk and placed a jade jade about one foot and two inches long. Four towns and mountains were carved in the four corners. He lived in peace in all directions. remainder.

Following the Confucian etiquette system, originally only the emperor of a country could be the ruler.

It is enough to see the significance of this small town.

Turning it over, only a few words were engraved on the back of Yugui.

The handwriting is rigorous and unique.

The muscles and bones are extremely strong, and the spirit is extremely long.

On the bookcase, there is also a secret letter that has just arrived.

The Confucian scholar with white temples has red eyes, "Sir, the students are incompetent, I can only watch you suffer so much..."

The Confucian scholar looked out of the window, without much sadness or joy, but with a lonely expression, "Qi Jingchun is ashamed of his teacher, he lives for a hundred years, but only owes one death."

----

When Song Jixin took out something from the inner room and put it on the table, Fu Nanhua couldn't hide the ecstasy on his face no matter how he concealed it.

An inconspicuous little pot with the inscription "Mandrill" at the bottom.

Song Jixin put his hands on the table, leaned forward, and asked with a smile, "How much is this pot worth?"

The old dragon city and the young city master finally took his eyes off the small pot, raised his head and said frankly: "If you sell it in a secular dynasty, it's not worth a tael of silver. But if you let me sell it, you can buy a city back."

Song Jixin asked, "How many thousands of people?"

Fu Nanhua stretched out three fingers.

Song Jixin snorted and curled his lips, "It turned out to be 30."

Fu Nanhua was stunned for a while, then laughed.

He originally thought that Song Jixin would say 3 people.

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On the other side of Xinghua Alley, there was a dumb man squatting beside the iron lock well, staring at the iron chain tied to the base of the wheelbarrow.

As if struggling with how to move it.

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The girl in black clothes and hats with a cold temperament walked around the town at will, aimlessly. At this time, she only wore the green sheathed narrow knife, and her hands were just scribbled with cloth.

When she just walked into an unknown alley.

With a swish, something burst through the air, then stopped obediently behind the girl, buzzing.

The girl frowned, without turning her head, a word popped out between her teeth, "Get out!"

Swish again.

The "flying sword" that swept out of the scabbard and swept here, was so frightened that it really hid back into the scabbard.

Proud girl.

Nice flying sword.