Sword comes

When the boy walked out of the mud bottle alley, he happened to meet Song Jixin's maid Zhigui. After she sent the tall woman to Gu Can's house, she did not rush home, but walked across the alley and went shopping. I went to the small shop on Xinghua Alley once, although I didn't buy anything, I was still in a good mood, jumping all the way, cheerful and light.

The girl who grew up in the wild water in the countryside, like a girl with a scent of green grass, is different from those ladies with high eaves and deep courtyards.

After seeing the straw-shoe boy, she didn't lower her brows and eyes like before, slightly quickened her pace and walked sideways. Instead, she stopped and stared at the neighbor she didn't deal with often, before she stopped talking.

Chen Pingan smiled at her, trotted past her, and then ran faster and faster.

Zhi Gui'an stood quietly at the mouth of the clay bottle alley, and turned his head to look. The shabby boy running in the sun was like a wild cat with tenacious vitality, wandering around.

The girl is not lovable in the small town, and is affected by the eccentric temperament of the teenager Song Jixin. The maid named Zhigui is going to the iron lock well to fetch water, go to the market to buy things, or buy stationery for her teenager. , Girls always give people a feeling of being out of place, and there are no playmates of the same age. They never like to talk much when they meet acquaintances. For small town people who prefer lively and festive, such girls are really difficult to get close to stand up.

In this regard, Chen Ping'an's situation is actually somewhat similar to that of his maid, Zhigui. The difference is that although the young man does not like to talk, his personality is definitely not annoying. On the contrary, the young man is gentle and friendly by nature, and has never been stinging. The sharp edge of the family is only due to the relationship between the family and the family, and he went to the dragon kiln to burn porcelain early to make a living, and it seems that he is not so familiar with the neighbors.Of course, the neighbors in Mud Bottle Alley do have some inexplicable fears about the teenager's birthday. On the fifth day of the fifth month of the fifth month, in the folklore of the small town, it belongs to the "bad day" where the five poisons coexist. Born one day, and his parents passed away one after another, Chen Ping'an became the last seedling in the family very early, which naturally made people murmur in their hearts, especially the elderly who like to join in the fun at the old locust tree. A teenager in Mud Bottle Alley is particularly estranged, and privately warns his children not to approach, but whenever the child is reluctant and asks why, the old people can't say why.

At this moment, a slender figure walked out of the alley and stood beside the girl. The maid, Zhigui, turned her head and walked forward without saying a word.That person turned and walked side by side with her in the mud bottle alley. It was Mr. Qi Jingchun, the only scholar in the town, and a serious Confucian student.

The girl kept walking, her face indifferent, "The two of us, the well water doesn't make the river water, isn't it? And sir, don't forget, it was indeed you who occupied the right time and place before, I am a little cheap slave, of course only I can swallow my anger, but since recently, sir, there seems to be something wrong with your Dharma Dojo, which is tens of millions of miles away, right? So now, sir, it's just water from a well, and I am the water from a river!"

Mr. Qi, an uninvited guest in Mud Bottle Alley, smiled slightly, and said, "Wang Zhu, that's all, let's go to the village and call you Zhigui, Zhigui, have you ever thought that although you are favored by heaven and earth, you came into being at the right moment, but you really think that I don't have the means to win? Or do you think that thousands of years ago, the four holy dragons who saw their heads and did not see their tails came here together and set the rules in person, just talking about it without leaving any behind? , you are just sitting in the well and watching the sky, the sky is so high and the earth is vast, it is far from the scene at the mouth of the well."

The girl frowned, "Mr. Qi, don't use words to bluff me, I'm not my young master Song Jixin, I'm not interested in your high-sounding rhetoric, and I never believe it. Sir, you might as well open the skylight and say something bright, Whether you fight to live or die, or get together or disperse, I will follow.”

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said slowly: "I advise you to get out of the cage here, don't try to make a fuss in the future, and fishing in the water will not benefit anyone. Especially after you and him set foot on the Dao of cultivation, no matter whether you become a Taoist partner or not, you should Be restrained and do not be domineering. This is not a threat, but some of my words from the bottom of my heart at the time of parting can be regarded as a kind reminder. "

It stands to reason that the identities of the two are vastly different, but the maid, Zhigui, is neither humble nor arrogant, and even at the moment her aura faintly overwhelms the Confucian scholar, sneering: "Goodwill? , draw the land as a prison, take this place as a piece of cropland, cut a crop this year and pull a bundle next year, year after year, the same for thousands of years, how come it is now that I start to think of 'being kind to others' with me, haha, I heard the young master say I once said that many of you are regarded as a model, called a non-me race, and their hearts must be different, right? So I can't blame Mr. Qi, after all..."

Mr. Qi continued to move forward, took a step lightly, and smiled, "Oh?"

one step later.

The handmaiden Zhigui's face changed slightly.

The two of them stood in a place at an unknown time, and they could not see their fingers in the darkness. Only from the top of their heads in the distance, there were countless rays of light brimming with sacred aura falling down.

They were like being at the bottom of a bottomless well, and the golden sunlight slowly fell from the well.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar wore a green shirt, and there were bursts of radiance on the clothes, which flowed endlessly.The awe-inspiring spirit is upright.

The girl's face was ferocious at first, but she quickly returned to her indifferent and numb expression, and whispered: "The 60-year-old Buddhist Sanskrit sounds are like thunder in the ears, and the sound is endless. The 60-year-old Taoist talismans are like maggots on the tarsus, biting hard. 60 years of righteousness, covering the sky and the sun, with nowhere to hide. 60 years of military swordsmanship, like a bull turning over, being splashed everywhere. Every Jiazi is a reincarnation, for 3000 years, there will never be peace... I just want to know where your so-called Daoist roots are, the black and white words in Mr.'s books, and the subtle words and righteousness when Mr. preaches and teaches karma, I can see and hear them, but I can't find them..."

She stared at the righteous middle-aged man, who was not only an anonymous teacher in a remote rural area, but also Qi Jingchun of the Confucian Mountain Cliff Academy, a scholar who even the powerful Diao Temple of the Sui Dynasty wanted to call "Mr.".

The girl suddenly laughed and asked: "Why did you teach me, how can I persuade me to be kind? If I remember correctly, your Confucian sage master and one of the Taoist ancestors once said, 'There is no difference between teaching and learning. '?"

The man shook his head and said, "It's useless to tell you [-] sages' teachings."

The girl seemed to be chatting lightly with this scholar, but in reality, the whole person was like a tight bow, and out of the corner of her eyes, she constantly looked around, looking for clues to break the game.

The Confucian turned a blind eye to this and said with a sneer: "I know that you actually have endless anger, resentment, and killing intent. It's not that I can't tolerate aliens, but you have to know that it is never a matter of sympathy and compassion at will. The true teachings of the Three Religions."

"Our young master often talks about reasoning with scholars, which is the most boring." The girl twitched the corners of her mouth and narrowed her bizarre golden eyes, "It turns out that Mr. Qi is really returning to his light, and naturally he is more indifferent than before. So annoying..."

He smiled and said, "It's okay if it doesn't make sense, but as long as I, Qi Jingchun, are alive for a day, I'm still qualified to sit here for a day, you ungrateful villain, don't even think about showing your teeth!"

The girl pointed at herself and asked with a smile, "Am I ungrateful?"

The middle-aged scholar said angrily: "Back then, when you were at your weakest, you had to bow your head and take the initiative to make a contract with someone. Who saved you in the snowy days of Mud Bottle Alley?! Cannibalize his only remaining qi?!"

The girl smiled and said: "I'm hungry, I have to find something to eat and fill my stomach. Isn't this a natural thing? Besides, he didn't have a big chance. He died early and was reborn early. Maybe there is still a little hope in the next life. , if you let him like rootless duckweed stay in the town, hey, that's really..."

The scholar waved his sleeves and shouted softly, "Shut up!"

The scholar scolded angrily: "The profound truth of the avenue, the truth of heaven is so clear, how can you say it?! Each life has its destiny, what qualifications do you have to make choices for others?!"

Above the girl's head, a dazzling golden hand appeared out of thin air. It was majestic, like a Buddha subduing the demons with one palm, or like a Taoist ancestor suppressing evil with one hand, pressing it on the girl's head quickly, forcing her to kneel instantly, and her forehead slammed on the ground.

Kowtow sound, thumping sound.

The girl with her head bowed, with her hands on the ground, struggled to get up. She, who was not in sight, let out a sullen laughter: "You can press my head down, but I will never admit my mistake!"

That mighty golden hand grabbed the girl's head, lifted it, pressed it down, and kowtowed again.

This time the sound was as heavy as spring thunder.

The Confucian scholar said in a deep voice: "Don't forget! This ray of life was given to you by the sages, not by you! Otherwise, let alone suppressing you for 3000 years, what is the difficulty for 3 years?!"

The girl whose head was always held down had a hoarse voice, "I don't want to leave your bullshit!"

The Confucian scholar raised his arm high and slammed it against the void in front of him, "Presumptuous! Give me the town!"

In the center of the golden light cast from the wellhead, a white jade seal emerged, measuring more than [-] feet long and wide, square and upright. The seal was engraved with eight ancient characters, some of which were extremely bright red and dazzling. Countless purple thunder and lightning lingered on the seal, making noises.

Following Qi Jingchun's order, it could be said that the legend follows the law, and a huge seal fell from the sky, hitting the back of the girl who was already kneeling on the ground.

This huge seal that contained the coercion of the Heavenly Dao did not seem to be a real thing. Instead of pressing the girl to the ground, it was quickly embedded in the ground with wind and thunder, and there was no trace. It was like raindrops and thunder.

But after a moment, the girl's whole body seemed to be broken by a heavy object, and she collapsed on the ground like a pool of mud, which was extremely miserable.

Even so, the girl had a hand with five fingers like hooks, and she tried her best, and the five fingernails seemed to be engraving on the ground.

Qi Jingchun was expressionless, and said coldly: "Kow your head three times, you want to pay respect to the heaven and the earth! The common people! The great road!"

The girl's eyes were dull and she didn't respond.

Qi Jingchun waved his sleeves gently, dissipating the suffocating majesty and majesty, "I, Qi Jingchun, are just a rotten scholar in the sage's sect, and I can make you kowtow three times. After you go out, once you do whatever you want, I'm really not afraid of meeting someone more than you. An unreasonable existence that will crush you with one finger?"

Qi Jingchun sighed, "You are indeed being suppressed and detained here, and you cannot be free, but have you ever thought about where there is absolute freedom in the world, and I, the Confucian sage, formulate all kinds of etiquette, isn't it that you are not seeking other things for the common people? A kind of freedom? As long as you don’t violate the rules and regulations, you only need to abide by the etiquette. One day, the sky and the earth are big, where will you go?”

The girl raised her head and stared at the middle-aged scholar.

Qi Jingchun took a step.

Heaven and earth returned to normal, and he and his maid Zhigui returned to the mud bottle alley. The sun was warm and the spring breeze was warm.

The girl staggered to her feet, her smile was pale, and her stern teeth were slightly exposed.

Qi Jingchun stopped talking and turned to leave.

She suddenly asked: "Even if I'm ungrateful to Chen Ping'an, why would my husband stand by as an outstanding disciple of the saint? Why do I only have blue eyes for my disciple Zhao You and my young master? Isn't this the same as businessman's business? If there are rare goods, they will be carefully cultivated, and if they are inferior goods, they will be dealt with perfunctorily. Whether they can sell them at a good price, they don't care at all?"

Qi Jingchun smiled, "Heaven Xingjian, a gentleman is self-improvement."

The girl was bewildered.

The figure of the middle-aged scholar disappeared at the end of the alley, and the girl suddenly showed a look of disdain and snorted.

She limped back to her yard, and when she passed by Chen Ping'an's house, she wrinkled her nose and frowned, she was a little confused.It's just that because of the corrupted scholar's conduct, the town is now full of secrets leaking everywhere, like a boat that leaks everywhere. She is still too busy to take care of herself, and she has to plan carefully for the future.

When she pushed open the courtyard door, an unsightly four-legged snake sprang out of nowhere, quickly crawled to her feet, and kicked her angrily.

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In Chen Ping'an's room, the young Taoist sat at the table, watching his nose and heart.

The black-clothed girl, who was a dying person not long ago, was able to sit on the bed by herself, sitting cross-legged, without wearing a hat, revealing a face that was memorable.

It's not that the girl is so dazzling, it's just that she is too heroic, to a large extent, people forget her beautiful appearance.

The girl's eyebrows are not like willow leaves but narrow knives.

When she stared at the young Taoist with a scrutiny, the latter was a little embarrassed, clearly not doing anything bad, but a little guilty.

The young Taoist coughed and quickly cleared himself, "Girl, I said in advance that the person was rescued by a poor Taoist, but he carried you into the house, took off your hat, washed your face, etc., but there are other reasons. The man, his name is Chen Ping'an, the owner of this dilapidated house, is a poor boy like black coal, his parents are dead, he used to be a potter's kiln, and he also asked Pindao for a talisman paper. That's all, girl, if you have anything else you want to ask, the poor man must know everything and say it all."

Straw sandals boy, this is sold out.

The girl nodded, not angry, but said something sincere and generous: "Thank you for saving your life."

The young Taoist who was even more heartbroken said with a dry smile: "It's okay, it's okay, just raise your hand and the girl will be fine."

The girl in black asked, "Isn't the Taoist priest from Dongbaopingzhou?"

The young Taoist asked back, "The girl isn't either, right?"

She hummed.

The Taoist also hummed.

The young Taoist with the lotus crown on his head smiled and said, "Pin Dao's surname is Lu Ming Shen, and he does not have a Taoist name. You can usually call Lu Taoren."

The girl nodded lightly and glanced at the Taoist crown of the young Taoist.

The young Taoist hesitated for a moment, then boldly said: "Although there is something wrong with the young man, but he is in a hurry, and the impoverished Taoist never thought that the girl would recover so quickly, so there is something offended, I hope the girl will not Blame."

The girl smiled and said, "Master Lu, I'm not a very unreasonable person."

The young Taoist laughed and said, "This is good, this is good."

The girl raised her brows, and the young Taoist's smile became rigid.

She looked around, her eyes flat.

She said casually, "I heard that the 'Master Ruan', who is the number one swordsmith in this continent, intends to start a furnace and forge swords here. I will follow him all the way here, hoping that he can help me build a sword."

The young Taoist said with emotion: "If it was him, it would not be easy for him to make the sword himself."

The black-clothed girl was obviously a little troubled, "It's difficult."

At this time, the young man was carrying a bag of herbal medicine in his left hand and a small package in his right hand. He first knocked on the door symbolically, then quickly stepped over the threshold, put the herbs on the table, and said softly, "Daoist priest, See if you have caught anything wrong, and if so, I'll change it right away."

The boy was always carrying the package, turned to look at the girl, the girl in black sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, and the boy with straw sandals looked at each other.

The girl in black said calmly, "Hello, my father's surname is Ning, and my maiden name is Yao, so my name is Ning Yao."

The straw-shoe boy subconsciously said: "Hello, my father's surname is Chen, and my mother's surname is Chen, so..."

The boy looked a little embarrassed, but he quickly smiled calmly: "My name is Chen Pingan!"