Sword comes

When the old scholar walked out of the landscape scroll again, he saw the young man Cui Chan still lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and snorted coldly, "How decent is Cheng?"

Cui Chan stared blankly at the sky, "There is no hope in life, but in death, I will fall down."

The old scholar walked over and just kicked, "Don't pretend to be pitiful here, I don't want to know why Xiao Qi just wants you to fall, but not get rid of it quickly"

Cui Chen's eyes were in a trance, and he murmured: "When you were kicked out of the Confucian Temple, Qi Jingchun not only was not implicated by you, but continued to rise in level, which shows a lot of problems. The pulse has long been in harmony, so he feels that he is not qualified to kill me, and I hope you will clean up the door in the future."

The old scholar was furious, and kicked again, "Use the heart of a villain to measure the belly of a gentleman. I'm talking about people like you. If you don't get up, you can just lie down and wait for death. Dao Dao Stop hoping, three two two two"

Cui Chan made up his mind not to get up.

The old scholar was so embarrassed that he had no choice but to turn around and wink at Chen Pingan to help out.

Chen Pingan nodded, took the pagoda wood sword from Li Baoping's hand, and strode forward. When he came to Cui Chan's side, he said "one" expressionlessly, and struck the white-clothed boy's neck with a sword stab down.

The force is heavy, and the tip of the sword is precise. Maybe Chen Pingan himself didn't realize it. After experiencing the artistic conception of a stable heart in the scroll, his hands finally kept up with Chen Pingan's thoughts, so the sword stabbed without any fireworks. But on the contrary, it became more fierce and ruthless, full of murderous intentions.

Cui Chan was so frightened that he scrambled and scrambled to get up quickly.

Chen Ping put away his sword and nodded to the old scholar, which means that old gentleman, your urgent need has been settled.

The old scholar sighed, looked at Chen Pingan and the woman in white clothes not far away, "Find a place and talk about something."

The old man turned his head and glared at Cui Chen: "Follow up with the great opportunity involving you, if you put on a show, let Chen Ping's sword kill you."

A group of people walked to the yard, the old scholar looked around, glanced at the "small canopy" supported by the snow-white lotus leaf, made a gesture with his fingers, hesitated for a moment, "find a room to go in and talk, Chen Pingan, is there any suitable place?" , as long as you can talk, it doesn’t matter if you have stools or chairs.”

Chen Ping glanced at Lin Shouyi's main room, and the lights were turned off. It may be that Lin Shouyi had been practicing in the gazebo for too long, exhausted, and had rested, so he had to give up the largest room, nodded to the old man, and said, "Go to my room." All right, there is only one child named Li Huai sleeping, it is not a big problem to wake him up, Lin Shouyi is a practitioner, he should be very particular about it, so let's not bother him."

Sword Spirit sat on the stone bench in the yard, and said with a smile: "You talk, I don't like to hear that."

In the end, the old scholar, Chen Pingan, the young Cui Chan, and Li Baoping sat on four stools, sitting around the table. Li Huai was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. He was a child with a bad sleeping posture, and he had already turned to sleep sideways. With my head hanging over the edge of the bed, I can still sleep soundly,

Chen Pingan helped him straighten his body familiarly, put Li Huai's hands and feet into the quilt, and gently padded the corners of the quilt on the left and right sides and feet, so that the heat in the quilt would not be easily lost. In the end, Li Huai seemed to be It's like being wrapped in rice dumplings.

After Chen Ping finished these normal things, he sat back on the stool, and Li Baoping asked in a low voice: "Little uncle, do you help me put the quilt every night?"

Chen Ping smiled and said: "You don't need to. You sleep much better than Li Huai. You just fall asleep, and once you fall asleep, you can sleep until dawn."

Li Baoping sighed, hit the palm of his hand with his fist, and said with regret: "I knew that I should have a bad sleeping posture since I was a child, and it is all my elder brother's fault. If you lie to me, you can have sweet dreams if you sleep well."

Chen Pingan said with a smile: "When I return to my hometown in the future, I want to thank you big brother."

Along the way, the family member Li Baoping talked about the most was this eldest brother, so Chen Pingan had a good impression of this scholar who liked to hide in his study.

The old scholar looked at the little girl and asked with a smile, "Is your elder brother Li Xisheng who lives on Fulu Street?"

Li Baoping nodded, wondering: "What's wrong?"

The old scholar laughed and said, "This name is a bit big."

Cui Chen couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Li Baoping was a little worried, "The name is too big, isn't it bad?"

The old scholar was even happier, shaking his head and said: "As long as you can get big, as long as you can hold it, that's good."

Li Baoping is a little girl who likes to play tricks the most, "Mr., how can I hold it down?"

Cui Chan rolled his eyes again, it's over, this time, the old man who likes to be a teacher must start preaching and teaching.

Sure enough, the old man glanced around and didn't see any snacks that could be served with wine. He was a little regretful and said slowly: "Pure nature, great knowledge, high morality, and travel thousands of miles, you can bear it all. "

The little girl first put the seal on the table, shook her body, kicked off the little straw sandals, sat cross-legged on the chair, folded her arms around her chest, and said with a sad face: "But my elder brother is not as great as the old man said, otherwise I will send you Letter home, let him change his name"

Cui Chan had no choice but to remind him: "Old man, can we talk about the main business, the main road?"

Li Baoping silently picked up the seal and breathed on the four seal characters on the bottom of the seal.

Cui Chen quickly shut up.

Even if the old man's cultivation is as high as the sky, he likes to reason, and the way of swearing at face will work.

But Chen Pingan and Li Baoping, the two guys that Qi Jingchun fell in love with, one is a mud leg who has never read a book, and the other has read a book a thousand miles away. He Cui Chan is now Longyou Shoal being played by fish , against this big and small, no matter how heroic Cui Chan is, it is useless, except for being beaten and humiliated, there will be no other results.

The old scholar brought out a jug of wine, raised his head and took a sip, and glanced at the seal that the little girl put back on the table, feeling a little sad.

Cui Chan was actually quite strange tonight. Although the old man had shown his true feelings before, most of the time he was a staid and pedantic guy. He looked like a golden statue sitting on an altar wherever he sat. It was the period when learning was most respected by the government and the public. Every time the old man started class to lecture on the classics and meanings, the "students" who sat down and listened to him were not limited to thousands of emperors, generals, gods on the mountain, gentlemen and sages, mighty and mighty. Even Cui Chan, who betrayed his teacher, would not deny that the old man at that time was really dazzling, like the sun and the moon hanging in the sky, the brilliance regardless of day and night, overwhelming the entire galaxy.

But now he still kicks him twice, and when he wants to talk about the truth, he still drinks alcohol

Cui Chan seemed to be careless, but in fact his heart was heavy.

In the final analysis, Cui Chan had extremely complicated thoughts about the old man beside him, admiring and hating, fearing and cherishing.He, Cui Chan, the head disciple of the literary sage in the past, didn't feel anger towards his husband, but he did not complain about his misfortune.

On the other side of the bed, Li Huai was talking in his sleep, "Aliang, Aliang, I want to eat meat, Aliang, a cheapskate, so give me a sip of the wine in the little gourd."

Li Baoping's eyes lit up, Li Huai's embarrassing incident can be used as a topic of conversation after dinner for several days.

When Cui Chan heard Ah Liang's name, he glanced at the old man quietly.

The old scholar coughed and looked at the three people present, "Okay, let's get to the point. Chen Pingan, Li Baoping, you should already know that I am Qi Jingchun's husband, and Cui Chan used to be my first disciple, Qi Jingchun Senior brother, at that time, because I was busy with learning, Qi Jingchun’s reading, chess, etc., were indeed taught by my big disciple Cui Chan. In the end, Cui Chan defected from the teacher’s sect and did various deeds to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors. As for Qi Jingchun’s death in Lizhu Cave, Cui Chan was regarded as a chess player in a game of chess. It is not too much to say that he was the murderer of his junior brother Qi Jingchun. As one of my registered disciples The same is true for Ma Zhan, except that Ma Zhan is not a chess player, but he is the culprit behind the scenes. In the first move game, a crucial unreasonable move. Before I arrived in your hometown town, this body was just Cui. The real Cui Chan is the national teacher of your Dali Dynasty, an old guy who looks no younger than me."

Li Baoping's face was full of anger, his eyes were red with anger, and he stared at Cui Chan.

On the other hand, looking at Chen Ping'an, Cui Chan was even more frightened, his eyes were lowered, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Biting wild dogs don't show their teeth.

Cui Chan is really too familiar with Chen Pingan's character, after all, he pays more attention to the growth experience of the boy in Niping Lane than Old Man Yang.

Cui Chan tried his best to keep calm, but he said silently in his heart, he is dead, old man, you have done a lot of harm.

The old scholar changed the subject and looked at Chen Pingan, "I have something to say hello to you first. If you agree to do it, I want to intercept a period of time from you. Don't worry, it doesn't involve too much privacy. The opening of the chat tonight, are you willing or not?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Yes."

The old scholar stretched out a palm, facing Chen Pingan who was sitting opposite, shook his wrist and rolled up his sleeves, and soon there were wisps of water mist around Chen Pingan, slowly flowing towards the palm of the old man, and finally turned into a For the crystal clear green water polo, the old man turned his palm over and touched the water polo lightly with the palm facing down, and the water flowed down to the table, from which vivid pictures appeared on the table.

Li Baoping's eyes widened, his face was full of shock, and he quickly lay down on the table, "Wow, little uncle, this is the mountain road where we met the ghost in wedding dress, and me, haha, it's still my little bookcase The most beautiful, it is even better than Lin Shouyi and Li Huai's, they look stupid with bookcases on their backs."

From the time when the female ghost in the wedding dress appeared on the muddy path holding an oil-paper umbrella, the lanterns were lit up one by one, and a spectacular fire dragon appeared between the mountains and fields.

When Lin Shouyi sacrificed the talisman, the ghost still hit the wall. Instead of leaving the female ghost's land, he was lured to the mansion with "beautiful water and high wind".

In the end, Wei Jin, the Sword Immortal of Fengxue Temple, breaks through ten thousand spells with his sword, and arrives gracefully, breaking the deadlock, and successfully leading a group of people out of there.

The old scholar grabbed the table, and during that period of time, the stream regrouped into a ball, pushed Chen Ping'an, and returned to heaven and earth again.

This hand involves the supreme supernatural power of the origin of the Dao, and does not rely on the sage's small world, and does not rely on the mysterious magic weapon, so the old man can do it at his fingertips.

Li Baoping only thought it was magical and interesting.

Cui Chan knew the goods, and his heart became more and more surprised, what was going on with the old man, his cultivation as a saint was obviously gone, so how could he still be so supernatural?

The old scholar said softly: "This female ghost can't be hated, of course it's hateful. She killed innocent people indiscriminately and committed a lot of crimes. It's not pitiful, but it's kind of pitiful. As a ghost, she was originally good-natured. In the court, she not only suppressed luck, but also In this place, there are many good deeds and good deeds, and even love each other with scholars. This is a beautiful story. In the end, the two fell into such a situation. This stupid debt cannot be repaid.”

The old scholar sighed, "So the hateful person must have something to be pitiful about, isn't it?"

Cui Chan felt like he was facing an enemy, he didn't dare to nod or shake his head.

Li Baoping quickly entered the mode of "going up the mountain to kill the tiger blocking the way", thought carefully for a moment, and said: "There are more hateful things."

The old scholar nodded and smiled at the little girl: "So hateful and pitiful, how much more pitiful and how much more hateful and poor."

The little girl thought about it again, "It's reasonable, reasonable and legal, go back and do the math carefully."

The old scholar smiled and asked again: "Li Baoping, legal and legal, of course not bad, but here comes the problem again, how do you determine whether the laws of the world are good or evil?"

The little girl was stunned, as if she had never had this problem before, but she was not stage-frightened, and said to the old man: "Mr. "

The old scholar smiled kindly, nodded in praise and said, "Good."

Cui Chan looked at the old man's familiar smile, and at the little girl who was concentrating on her face, and snorted coldly.

As expected of Qi Jingchun's husband and Qi Jingchun's proud disciple, the torch is passed down from one generation to the next, and even the atmosphere of teaching is of the same virtue

After the old scholar stumped the little girl, he turned his head to look at Chen Pingan with clear eyes, "I used to think about difficult problems when I was doing learning, and I liked to imagine the bad first, and today is no exception. A hateful person must have something pitiful. This sentence There is no big problem in itself, but many people in the world who think they are smart, like to put on a posture that everyone is drunk and I am alone, and only talk about the pitiful things, deliberately skipping the hateful things."

"Some people simply use compassion and sympathy indiscriminately. In addition, the hatred is not imposed on themselves, so they don't have so much pain. Instead, they like to point fingers, stand by and watch, and ask others to be tolerant. Chen Pingan, what do you think is a problem? You need to know where the roots come from. Many of the people I’m talking about have been educated and have a lot of knowledge. There may be some who are good at talking. Chen Pingan, do you have any ideas? Say whatever you want, just say what comes to mind.”

Chen Pingan hesitated to speak, and finally said: "There is nothing to say."

Cui Chan no longer cared about what Chen Ping's answer was, and began to deduce silently, thinking about why the old man said these things.

The old scholar looked at Li Baoping and Cui Chen on the left and right, and said slowly: "Right and wrong have people's hearts, and good and evil are two things to ask the king of hell. Why do you say this? Because everyone's moral cultivation, growth experience, and vision experience will be different. There are ups and downs, and how many people dare to claim their conscience is the most upright and peaceful"

"So the Legalists took a shortcut and pulled morality and etiquette to the lowest line. Here, there is only this high, and it cannot be lowered."

When the old man said this, he stretched out a hand and drew a line under the table.

"Of course, these laws, as I said before, have the possibility of evil laws. Here, I will not expand it, otherwise it will be difficult to finish it in three days and three nights. So in the final analysis, the law is dead, and the people's hearts are dead. For the living, no one enforces the law, and the dead are too dead, so we still have to go up to seek solutions.”

Having said that, the old scholar stretched out his hand again and pointed to the roof.

The old man turned his head and looked at Cui Chan, "Do you know why I answered that question so quickly when you asked it?"

Which pot does not open which pot.

Cui Chan said angrily: "Because you like and value Qi Jingchun more, and think that my Cui Chan's knowledge is just a ball of waste paper in the trash can. If you, a literary sage, rub it out and flatten it, you will despise dirty hands."

The old man shook his head and said: "Because of your question, I have been thinking about it for many years before you. At that time, no matter how I deduced it, there was only one conclusion: the embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant nest, and the flood flooded. In the end, it was out of control. Because Not only can you treat the symptoms but not the root cause, but on the premise that the foundation of your knowledge is not solid enough, this knowledge with a good original intention will have serious problems. Like a high-rise building, the taller you build it, the more beautiful it will be. Once the foundation is unstable, the strong wind will Blowing and collapsing will hurt people even more."

Cui Chan was stunned on the spot, but still a little unconvinced

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The old man sighed and said helplessly: "You should know that our Confucian orthodoxy is diseased and not perfect. With so many rules, as the world goes by, they can't be solved once and for all. It's not easy forever. This is also normal. If the principles are the first The person who said it is the most correct and the best, what should future generations do to study and why?"

"The method given by the most holy teacher is the most general and the most mellow, so it is gentle and beneficial. It is a food tonic that is beneficial but not harmful. However, the premise of food tonic is that everyone eats the food of Confucianism, right? "

"But sometimes, just like a person, with the decline of body functions, or the relationship between the wind and the sun, there will be sickness, and food supplements can neither bring immediate results nor save lives. This requires medical supplements. "

"However, medicines are three-point poisonous, and you need to be cautious. The ancient sages dared to say which plants are medicine and which are poison only after tasting all kinds of herbs."

"You, Cui Chan, are so impatient, you are really willing to spend this kind of thought. Your junior brother Qi Jingchun has reminded you many times, you Cui Chan is too smart, your heart is higher than the sky, and you never like to do kung fu in low places. How can you do this? The children are playing around, just want to be the master of the academy, the master of the academy, and the grand altar wine. Then the river you dug, even if the dam is actually riddled with holes, and in the end the flood broke the embankment, and someone saved it. But once your knowledge, once in Confucianism Orthodoxy has become the mainstream, and if something goes wrong, whoever will save me will still be Li Sheng, or the most holy teacher. This magnificent world has become a world that promotes the teachings of their two religions."

Cui Chan was still unwilling to admit defeat.

The old scholar was a little tired, "Although I thought about your business knowledge earlier, but you devoted yourself to it, and then thought further than me. In the end, I was also motivated and thought it might be possible to give it a try, so The real battle between the three and four that was hidden under the table was the two dynasties in China, Shenzhou. Everyone knows that I lost, so I have to imprison myself in the forest of merit."

Cui Chan's face was filled with disbelief, when he stood up suddenly, "You lied"

The old man said indifferently: "I also forgot to argue and argue with others, and my mentality should be upright and peaceful, and I can't be arrogant."

Cui Chen sat back on the stool in a daze, and murmured, "How could you bet on this, how could I lose?"

The old scholar turned his head and looked towards the courtyard, "Be careful, don't take it seriously."

The tall woman lazily replied: "I know."

The old scholar just took a big sip of wine, and laughed at himself: "It's okay to use wine to drown your sorrows, but it's even more courageous to be strong."

The old scholar put down the jug, straightened his clothes, and said slowly: "The saint of rites is written in two words in our righteous world. Cui Chan, how do you explain it?"

Cui Chan replied subconsciously: "Order"

After blurting out, Cui Chan was full of remorse and regret.

The old man looked solemn and solemn, nodded and said in a deep voice: "Yes, etiquette and rules are order. The second saint in my Confucian orthodoxy, Li Sheng, he pursues an order. Everything in the world is orderly and well-regulated. These rules are all those rules that Li Sheng worked so hard to snatch back one by one from the other side of the main road. Only then did he build a dilapidated thatched hut that he laughed at himself to protect the common people from the wind and rain. The thatched hut is so big that it is almost Everyone spends their entire life, and the deepest level of knowledge cannot reach the other side of the wall, and no matter how high the cultivation base of all practitioners is, they cannot touch the roof. So this is the freedom and security of all living beings."

Cui Chan sneered and said, "As for Qi Jingchun, his knowledge has hit the roof, and for Ah Liang, his cultivation has hit the wall. What should we do at this time? What should these people do? Why can't you go out of your own way, open the door of the house built by the holy master, and go elsewhere to build a brand new thatched cottage?"

Speaking of this, Cui Chan subconsciously pointed to the door of this room.

At this moment, the young man in white was full of sharpness and an imposing manner.

It can be seen from this that Cui Chan has involuntarily devoted himself to it, and it may even be not only the thoughts of the young Cui Chan, but also the most complete subconscious of Cui Chan in the depths of his soul.

The old man smiled and said, "It's okay to pursue the absolute freedom in your hearts, but how sure are you that you can ensure that the door you walk through is the last one, instead of smashing the wall with one punch, smashing the roof with one head so that the door that was originally covering you Wind and rain, the thatched cottage that grew to its final height suddenly became precarious, with wind leaking from all sides.”

Cui Chan laughed loudly and said, "Old man, you said that you are absolutely free, so why do you decide that the new house we built after breaking down the old hut will not be bigger and more stable than before?"

The old man smiled, "Oh, isn't it that you have returned to the origin of my avenue? You, Cui Chan, have never even broken my pattern, and you still want to break the order of rites and sages."

Cui Chan said angrily: "This is how human nature is evil, old man, you are talking nonsense." The old man said indifferently: "Don't ask me this question, I will spare you, and take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to ask your true heart go."

Cui Chen was dumbfounded.

In the end, it seemed that there were only two people left, the old scholar and Chen Pingan, one old and one young, sitting opposite each other.

The old man smiled and said: "The rites require order. Everyone understands the rules. I hope everyone follows the rules. Afterwards, the scholars who spread knowledge, when the scholars became a family, there will be imperial teachers, and later there will be imperial examinations. Accepting the poor, teaching without distinction, provides the possibility of a carp jumping into the dragon's gate, and the poor family no longer has no noble sons. The rules are exhaustive, labor-intensive, and the further you go, the more people's hearts flutter, the more thankless you are. Human nature is inherently evil, There are so many people in the world who put down their chopsticks and scold their mothers when their stomachs are full."

The old man looked up at the boy, "So I'm looking for two words, order."

The old man said to himself, "I just want to sort out everything in the world in a clear order. For example, what is hateful and pitiful? The crux of the problem is that Li Sheng has taught the world enough hateful and pitiful criteria, but the world is It’s not enough to understand a sequence. You didn’t even figure out what is hateful, so you ran to care about the poor, what should you do?”

Chen Pingan nodded.

The old man asked with a smile, "Is the word "sequence" far worse than the word "order" just on the sound of it?

Chen Ping frowned.

The old man laughed, no matter how much the young man could figure out, he enjoyed himself and took a sip of wine, "If these two words are placed in Li Sheng's broken thatched hut, of course they can only be regarded as mending, I'm dying." It’s nothing more than a tinkerer of morality, etiquette and music, but if these two characters are put into a broader and wider place, it will be amazing.”

Chen Pingan asked: "Where?"

The old man lifted the flagon and placed it in the center of the table, then spread his palms and wiped the table heavily, "It seems that the dilapidated hut of the flagon is just a resting place by the long river of time. But."

The old man paused for a while, then smiled and said: "What kind of situation is this long river of time? The key depends on the river bed. Although the two complement each other, at the same time, there is indeed a law of action. There are many sayings in the world, go down the river, follow the trend And for that, so I wanted to try it out."

Chen Pingan asked: "Holy ceremony requires people to live in peace and stability within the rules. Sometimes, the absolute freedom of a small number of people has to be sacrificed, but you want everyone to follow your order, Mr. On the avenue you drew, go forward"

The old man added with a smile: "Don't think I'm pointing fingers, my order will not be too late, just put in the effort at the source of the avenue, and then the water will diverge and enter the sea separately, or meet in the middle and become a lake. Well, it doesn’t matter if you continue to flow, it’s all about your own freedom.”

The old man leaned forward, took out the jug, took a sip of the wine, and asked with a smile: "Chen Pingan, what do you think, would you like to be my disciple according to Qi Jingchun's arrangement?"

Chen Pingan appeared hesitant to speak for the second time.

The old man smiled and was amiable, and repeated again: "Just say what you think, don't worry about wrong or right, there are no outsiders here."

The young man took a deep breath, straightened his waist, put his fists on his knees, and said with a straight face: "Because I haven't really read the book, I don't know what the order of the old man is. I don't get the essence of it."

The old man smiled and said: "Go on, just say it boldly. I have seen very bad people in the world, very bad things, and my temper has been tempered very well."

Chen Ping's eyes became brighter, "In the small town, I killed Cai Jinjian for myself, and I went to fight with the mountain ape for my friend Liu Xianyang. Later, I promised Mr. Qi to escort Li Baoping and the others to study, and later, I promised the fairy sister to become Qi practitioner, I do these things with peace of mind, I just nodded, just do it, there is no need to think about it at all."

Chen Pingan continued: "Old man, you said a lot before, and I have been listening carefully. After thinking about it, I think it makes sense. For example, I hate that pitiful place. I think it is right, and the order cannot be wrong, so at that time I just want to say, I really wanted to kill that wedding gown ghost at the time, and now I want to kill her even more, and I will definitely kill her in the future. The reason of innocent people, I want to tell her with my own mouth, you have your pity, but you deserve to die"

This Mud Ping Lane boy, who has always seemed to have a gentle temperament, is at this moment unmatched in vigor.

Chen Pingan's tone became firmer, and he said slowly: "But those things that I can't understand, maybe even things that I can't think of so far in my life, I won't take them into my hands, because if I even feel like doing them No, why do you still have to agree to others because you are embarrassed? Because you don’t promise to let others down? But the answer to the question is very simple. You promised, but you have never had the confidence to do it. If you can’t do it in the future, won’t others be even more disappointed? "

The old scholar restrained his smile, his face was full of seriousness, he lost his mind after thinking for a while, and habitually stretched out two fingers, as if picking up a peanut from a dish.

In the small courtyard, the tall woman squinted and smiled.

Previously, she deliberately put on a sad and resentful posture, but the young man rejected her with righteous words.

If it was Ma Kuxuan or Xie Shi Cao Xi and his like

For the sake of a girl who is far away in the sky and has only known each other for a month, he took the risk to annoy a sword spirit who has survived for thousands of years and will need to depend on each other in the future

is this a trivial matter

It's a trifle.

But it is definitely not a trivial matter.

The battle for the Great Dao has been going on for a long time, and some subtleties are too terrifying. This is the most unpredictable and dangerous place.

Whenever a Qi trainer's cultivation level is higher and the distance from the sky is higher, the flaws in his state of mind will be infinitely magnified. For example, if a Taoist ancestor has a flaw, but it is only the size of a mustard seed, once it turns into a real image, I am afraid that the gap pierced by a sword in the Yellow River Cave is even bigger.

For example, in that seemingly trivial time, if the child in Niping Lane, at the "goodwill" invitation of the street vendor, the child chose the bunch of free candied haws, took it, and ate it happily Then I bounced back to the ancestral house in Niping Lane. The candied haws were eaten clean, and the bamboo sticks were thrown away. It seemed that nothing happened, but did nothing really happen?

Can young Chen Pingan still have the chance he has today?

In the house, Chen Pingan looked at the old man, "Even if Mr. Qi wants me to do it, as long as I feel that I can't do it, I will still not agree. It's like some things, I have thought about it carefully, and I think it is still wrong , then even if someone holds a knife on my neck, I will still tell him that no matter who he is, it is wrong."

The boy's tone was calm.

Chen Ping finally said: "I am not the kind of person who can go a long way in learning. For me, reading and literacy is a very simple thing. I just want to be able to write Spring Festival couplets and post them at the door of my house. In the future, I can write tombstones for my parents, at most I can read some principles of life, and I definitely don’t have too many ideas. So, old man, I won’t be your disciple.”

Cui Chan's face was pale and sweat was profuse when he heard this.

Even Li Baoping felt that something was wrong, secretly picked up the seal from the table, and was about to shoot someone with it, as for the villain Cui Chan, or the husband of the husband, she didn't care, the youngest uncle in the world is the biggest.

The old man just asked with a pleasant face: "Is this what you think now? If you think that you were wrong before, will you change your mind and beg me to accept you as a disciple instead?"

Chen Ping said without hesitation: "Of course, but if you don't want to accept me as a student, I won't force it. I regret it. Maybe there will be, but definitely not many."

The old man looked strange, "I am a dignified literary sage. I used to be a sage at the top of the Confucian Confucian temple. I want to accept you as a closed disciple. What a blessing, a good thing and a great opportunity, suddenly fell on your head. Isn’t it right to put it away quickly and put it in your pocket first? In case there is a problem, anyway, with my husband at the front, you are afraid that no matter how you look at it, it will be a good thing without any harm.”

Chen Pingan suddenly said, "If there is something against your will, don't go out even a single step."

The old man sighed deeply, "Since the time has not come, I will not force others to do what is difficult for me."

The old man turned around and smiled, "I am very disappointed that I can't be a master and apprentice, but I think Qi Jingchun is not disappointed at all. This kind of Chen Ping'an is very stubborn, very much like Qi Jingchun when he was young. In the alley, the reason why I am willing to bow to you in return."

Chen Pingan was baffled.

The old scholar had slowly got up, looked at the three children, "It's a good thing to sit and talk."

The old scholar smiled and said: "But don't forget, it is more important to start and act, otherwise all moral articles will have no place to stand."

The old scholar suddenly began to enjoy himself, smiling all over his face, with his hands behind his hands, he walked out of the room shaking his head, tsk-tsk said: "The old gentleman sits and talks about the Tao, and the young man rises up and does it. Kindness, great kindness!"

Li Baoping said angrily: "Only the young man, what about me?"

The old man opened the door and said with a hearty smile: "Yes, yes, there is also Li Baoping, a little girl from Aquarius Island."

Chen Pingan thought to himself: "Sit down and talk about the Tao and practice it. This theory is good, I have to write it down."

The young Cui Chan sat blankly at the same spot, and suddenly shivered. After regaining his senses, he suddenly got up and bowed, and said to Chen Pingan: "Sir."

Chen Ping said helplessly, "Why are you still here?"

Cui Chan joked with a playful smile: "Sir, you wanted to kill me before, did you mean that you didn't want to pay back the money? It cost thousands of taels of silver."

Chen Pingan calmly said: "If you are killed by me tonight, as long as I, Chen Pingan, have silver in the future, I will definitely help you build a tomb worth 2000 taels of silver."

Cui Chan's face was awkward, and he could only choke out one sentence, "Thank you."