Sword comes

Although there is no need to visit relatives, it is not a problem to stay on the desolate and desolate mountain for the New Year's Eve, so Chen Pingan took the two little guys out of the mountain and returned to the bustling town, which was already as lively as Huang Tingguo Any county town is just an iron-locked well without iron locks, an old street without old locust trees, and Mr. Qi’s school. No matter how popular it is, no matter how good the year is, Chen Pingan still feels a little disappointed. .

Approaching the alley, the boy in Tsing Yi complained: "Master, if I go to Niping Lane this time, if I bump into a fierce spirit on the way, it is the kind that can kill me with one fist. I really don’t want to go down the mountain and go back to the old house anymore, so don’t blame me for not being loyal.”

As a result, as soon as he reached the entrance of Niping Lane, Chen Pingan saw a familiar figure, slender and graceful, like a tender willow in the spring breeze. She was holding a bucket in both hands, which should be the well on the side of Xinghua Lane just now. Returning, with a little difficulty, she simply dropped the bucket, and then the girl bent over there to pant, and the bucket fell heavily to the ground, splashing a lot of water, but the girl didn't care about this flaw at all.

Song Jixin's maid, Zhigui, or Wang Zhu.

As for the matter of whose maidservant he is, he is still the next-door neighbor Song Jixin. Chen Pingan does not complain about the girl, because it is said in the book that a good bird chooses a tree to live in.

That snowy night, the girl lay dying in the snow, and with the last of her strength, she stretched out her hand and patted the door gently.

Whether to save people or not is Chen Ping's own business.Whether others know how to repay their kindness is their business.

It's just that the reunion was much faster than expected, and Chen Ping'an was in a complicated mood.

Zhigui also saw Chen Ping'an, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, looked at Chen Ping'an, the straw sandals were still straw sandals, but with a hairpin on his hair, he seemed to be a little taller, no longer walking around alone, but It's because there are two small oil bottles beside me.

The girl did not speak.

As soon as Chen Pingan was about to say hello, he found that the boy in Tsing Yi grabbed his arm and stopped letting him go forward. Not only him, but also the girl in the pink skirt hid behind him, holding onto his sleeve tightly. The two little guys Teeth chattering together, not daring to breathe.

It's like a timid ordinary person who is most afraid of ghosts in his life, and then he really sees ghosts in daylight.

The little boy in Tsing Yi felt remorse in his heart, wishing he could give himself a big mouth so that you could have a crow's mouth

The girl in the pink skirt whimpered softly behind Chen Pingan's back: "Master, I'm afraid, more afraid than death."

Chen Pingan sighed, "Then you go to other places in the town, such as our shop on the side of Qilong Lane, you can help with some business, and I will find you later."

The two little guys ran away as if they had been pardoned.

Chen Pingan walked to Niping Alley alone. The scene had been exactly the same for so many years. The boy helped the girl pick up the bucket and walked into the alley together.

Zhigui asked: "Those two guys are your new book boy and maid."

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Do you think I look like a master? They were shouting and playing."

Zhigui let out an oh.

When passing by the Cao family’s ancestral house, the courtyard door was wide open, the old Cao Xi was squatting at the door, eating melon seeds, and the young Cao Jun was squatting on the wall, still eating melon seeds.

Obviously, it's time to watch the fun together.

Cao Xi laughed and said, "Grandma, this is your little lover. He loves me and me so early in the morning. Cao Jun and I are so envious."

Cao Jun, who likes to squint and look at people, still smiled, with a pair of long and short swords hanging from his waist, nodded and said, "I'm envious, I'm envious."

Zhigui snorted coldly: "If the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, no wonder the ancestral house will collapse."

The dignified Land Sword Immortal of Nan Po Suo Continent and the half owner of a Zhenhai Building, Cao Xi was not annoyed at all, but smiled even wider, "My little aunt taught you the right thing, but I don't know why after so many years, our old Cao's Little Xianghuo, why don’t you have any of them? It stands to reason that I’m so prosperous in Posuo Continent, how come here is the scene of the lintels shining brightly at night, why did my family fall into such a state?”

Zhigui kept walking, turned his head to look at Cao Xi, with an innocent smile, "It's forgivable to do evil by heaven, but you can't live if you do evil by yourself. Is it possible that someone has eaten your incense stick? Besides, the small town The technique is forbidden, and it is more difficult to raise an incense villain relying on the ancestral shadow of the family. Maybe your Cao family has never had an incense villain. Right?"

Cao Xi laughed loudly, "It makes sense, it makes sense. Auntie, grandma, walk slowly, the alley is dilapidated, be careful not to sprain your feet."

Zhigui turned his back to that old bastard, with a gloomy expression.

From beginning to end, Chen Pingan didn't say a word.

Cao Jun asked with a smile: "Old Cao, what's the matter? On the Posuo Island, with your achievements and the number of incense sticks, you can gather and fight on the lintel and plaque."

Cao Xi said disapprovingly, "It's one thing that it's difficult to produce a villain in Lizhu Cave. She didn't lie, but based on the achievements of me and Xie Shi, there should be one or two left, such as Xie Shi from Taoye Lane." The family, relying on a pair of incense sticks to maintain the family style for hundreds of years, barely kept the incense offspring, otherwise it would have been the same as our dilapidated house, and everyone would have died."

Cao Jun tutted his tongue and said, "Have you bothered that girl? Then you are still so kind, don't you want to sleep with her?"

A fiery red fox jumped onto Cao Jun's head from the roof, and laughed and said, "Sleeping her, Lao Cao would not have the guts. That girl is now a highly anticipated existence. Give Lao Cao another level, and he would not dare to treat her like that." Hands and feet are messy, at most it’s just a few tricks, and the head of the silver gun is waxed, which looks good but doesn’t work.”

Cao Xi turned her head and said with a smile: "Get out of here, I smell like a fox, which prevents me from breathing in the breath of my hometown."

The fox standing on top of Cao Jun stretched out a paw, pointing at the sole of his feet, and stomped vigorously, "Come on, come on, if you have the ability, sacrifice the natal sword on your wrist and chop it at me, Cao Xi, if you don't chop it It's my grandson. You just cut it to death, if I hide for a while, I will be your granddaughter"

Cao Jun shook his head, but he didn't throw the fox out, and said helplessly, "You two are angry, please don't implicate me. To be fair, Lao Cao just married No.30 eight-bedroom concubine That's it, if you really can't bear the bad breath, you can simply peel off her skin and use it as your new clothes. You have done a lot of things like this, and you are so familiar with the way, why do you want to vent your anger on me?"

The fiery red fox sneered and said: "The old bastard likes people with big buttocks and round buttocks. It's really disgusting that they haven't made any progress for so many years."

Cao Xi sat on the threshold again, eating melon seeds, "It's hard to buy I like it. Oh yes, Mrs. Sao, I invite you to eat melon seeds during the Chinese New Year."

bang.

The fiery red fox shattered above Cao Jun's head, and then showed its original shape on the roof, only to explode again in an instant, and so on, extending from the roof of Cao's old house to the next door, until it left Mud Bottle Lane , the fiery red fox was not in trouble, its eyes were dim, and it sat cross-legged on a raised eaves with its teeth gritted, and it began to breathe.

Cao Xi had run out of melon seeds, so she stood up clapping her hands, walked back to the yard, and said to Cao Jun, "Don't be rash in the near future. The Dali Dynasty is now a battleground. It's not as simple as you think."

Cao Jun lazily said: "Understood."

"knew"

Cao Xi bit the words, and finally said with a sneer: "You are not qualified to say these three words."

Cao Jun said cynically, "I see."

Cao Xi strode into the room and said bitterly: "The waste of the Nine Realms"

Cao Jun looked composed.

Chen Pingan went to the gate of the next courtyard, handed the bucket back to the girl, and asked casually, "Song Jixin didn't come back?"

She answered irrelevantly, "Where are the hens and chicks in my cage?"

Chen Pingan said with a blank face: "I don't know."

The girl looked at the boy carefully, she suddenly smiled brightly, and stopped asking questions, but she stretched out two fingers and gestured, "Now Song Mu is so much taller than you."

Chen Pingan let out a sigh, then turned and walked back to his yard.

Chen Pingan had just unlocked the door and entered the yard when he suddenly saw the upside-down "Fu" character on the top of his house door. It disappeared and flew into a rage. where"

Then he laughed back angrily, and it turned out that the word "Fu" was pasted on the door of the next room.

This thief is really audacious.

The girl put the bucket in the kitchen, walked out slowly, and said innocently: "I don't know."

It was exactly the same as the answer Chen Pingan gave before.

Chen Ping angrily said, "Give it back to me."

Zhigui opened his eyes wide, "Then I deliberately left the wooden figure in the kitchen. You obviously moved it, and I didn't say anything to you."

Chen Ping'an was dumbfounded for a moment, he was indeed a little bit wrong.

Zhigui asked suddenly: "Mr. Qi Jingqi's school, have you posted Spring Festival couplets?"

Chen Ping was stunned, nodded and said: "It's posted, and the couplets and blessings are not left behind."

Chen Pingan didn't want to continue to get entangled with her, so he went directly to the room and took out the only remaining lucky character, and put a new lucky one on a ladder by himself.

The girl stood over the courtyard wall and reminded: "It's crooked."

Unmoved, Chen Ping gently tamped the red paper and paste with his fingers.

The girl anxiously said: "Really, what are you doing to lie to you. You Chen Pingan, why don't you know what is good or bad? If the blessing word is crooked, it will be unlucky."

Chen Ping stepped down the ladder and looked up to make sure it wasn't crooked.

The girl was still chattering: "It's really crooked. If you don't believe me, if you let Cao Xi and other practitioners look at it, you will know that I didn't lie to you. You have mortal eyes. No matter how good your eyesight is, it is not as good as ours."

Chen Ping walked into the room, and slammed the door shut.

After about a stick of incense, the young man tiptoed to open the door, stepped across the threshold silently, stared at the lucky letter with his eyes wide open.

Not crooked.

Zhigui opened the crack of the door mysteriously, poked his head out, and said with a straight face: "It's really crooked."

Chen Pingan was a little aggrieved, and took a bench to bask in the sun at the door. After a while, he began to practice drawing.

Zhigui stood by the courtyard wall, looking at the young man who no longer made porcelain. After watching for a while, he felt a little bored, so he went back to his room to sleep.

She lay on the bed and swallowed, only a small incense stick was born in the lintel of the Cao family's ancestral house. He was very tall and golden, and his whole body was golden with only a few flaws, but it was a pity that it was not enough for her to stick between her teeth of.

Chen Pingan, who is next door, is proficient at drawing blanks, and his mind is as calm as water.

While resting, Chen Pingan began to think about his future. Baolu Mountain, Caiyun Peak and Xiancao Mountain are all near the top of Ruan Qiong’s house, because according to the agreement, they would have been leased to Ruan Qiong for free. Ruan Qiong occupies the largest piece of land in the west, and Ruan Qiong needs to help Chen Pingan take care of the five hills for this purpose, so that Chen Pingan will not spend his life and money. For this matter, Chen Pingan is grateful to Ruan Qiong.

Let’s not talk about Zhenzhushan, such a big place, it’s hard for a smart woman to cook without rice, not to mention building a cave, if you die, you’ll just build a thatched hut on it, probably only Chen Ping’an is willing to squander a gold fine copper coin.

But the management of Luobashan really needs hard work.

Chen Ping'an is well aware of the unusualness of the bamboo building.Luopo Mountain has a mountain temple to help sit in the mountains and rivers. It is a real geomantic treasure, and there is also a black snake that is determined to become a dragon in the river, and it has the duty of guarding the house. Now there are two more dragons belonging to the family. Little guy, that's why he thought of exchanging ordinary snake gallstones for silver with the little boy in Tsing Yi, not to mention turning Luoluo Mountain into a cornucopia, at least he could have some hope of supplementing his family in the future.

Chen Pingan loves money because he knew that making money is not easy since he was a child. It doesn't mean that Chen Pingan will hold his money bag tightly after he has money.

The sword needs to be practiced, but it's useless to worry about it before deciding how to practice the sword.

Of course, Shaking Mountain Boxing will continue to practice hard, after all, it is still too early to say 100 million punches.

The matter of drawing talismans, because it is equivalent to another way of martial arts practice, the former focuses on forging the body, while the latter tends to inner refine the Qifu orifice points. The two sides do not conflict, but complement each other. Chen Pingan is nothing more than A part of the time for walking and setting up piles was allocated to drawing talismans, but talisman writing required talisman paper, and talisman paper was real money, which made Chen Pingan feel a little guilty.

After all, the money is still less.

Apart from these, the biggest regret in Chen Pingan's heart at the moment is that he is temporarily unable to control the square-inch object presented by the sword spirit. Although it is safe to put most of his family property in the blacksmith's shop, it is inconvenient after all. Chen Ping'an has seen the preciousness and practicality of such treasures, and it is no wonder that not everyone has the gods on the mountain.

Chen Pingan looked to the south, not knowing what happened to Master Ruan's sword casting.

Ruan Qiong promised Miss Ning that she would help her build a magic weapon.

If one day the casting is successful, she will have a saber in hand, and he himself will have a locust tree sword.

Chen Pingan thought it was good to name them "subduing demons" and "eliminating demons".

In addition to the sword embryo, although Master Wensheng said it was called "Xiaofengdu", Chen Pingan felt that it would be more appropriate to change the name to "Chuyi" or "Morning". After all, it was in the morning of the first day of the first lunar month. This is the first time I came to this world as a flying sword.

When Chen Pingan had such an idea in his mind, the sword embryo, which had been silent for a long time, immediately started to stir up trouble in the sea of ​​air.

Chen Pingan's face turned red in an instant, and he began to suffer.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, and had no time to go inside the house, so he had to use the sword furnace stake to deal with the swift revenge of the sword embryo.

Miserable.

At the inn closest to the town, Cui Chan, the national teacher of the Dali Dynasty, has been staying here recently, neither publicizing it nor deliberately concealing his whereabouts.

Today, the national teacher walked out of the post station, and did not let the swordsman Xu Ruo follow him, and traveled alone.

Every time Cui Chen took a step, he was three or four miles away. Finally, he stood in the middle of a narrow path and stopped an old man in ragged clothes.

The barefooted old man in a state of embarrassment stared at Dali Guoshi who was wearing a Confucian shirt, his eyes were cloudy, and he still didn't wake up. The old man just relied on the remaining bit of understanding to ask a strange question, "Are you not me?" Grandson, where is my grandson?"

Cui Chan's eyes were complicated, he hesitated to speak.

The old man covered in grass and mud continued to ask: "Where is my grandson, I don't want to see you, I want to see my grandson."

Cui Chan clasped his hands behind his back, his fingers staggered, trembling slightly.

The delirious barefoot old man suddenly shouted angrily: "Where is my grandson? Where did you hide him? Give me back the son!"

Speaking of this, the old man's momentum suddenly fell to the bottom, and he murmured: "I want to change my grandson's name to a better one."

Cui Chan looked miserable, and laughed at himself: "It's like a lifetime away, it's not like it's just like that, it's clearly it."

The ragged old man stretched out his hand and pushed Cui Chan's shoulder away, and walked straight forward, "Get out of the way, don't delay me looking for Chan'er, I want to find his husband, and ask him if my new name is good or not. "

Cui Chan stood where he was and did not stop him.

Cui Chan looked into the distance, and a middle-aged monk with a resolute face came slowly.

Ascetic monks measure the world with their feet, and they are Buddhist practitioners.