Sword comes

In a cottage that does not hang a plaque, the middle-aged Confucian scholar Qi Jingchun is sitting and playing music.

He was about to drop a white piece on the chessboard and sighed. The place where the chess piece that had been fixed long ago took root, the scholar suddenly began to hesitate about the chess piece. After he retracted his hand, the chess piece was still hovering in the air, still more than an inch from the chessboard.

Qi Jingchun is still sitting upright, as the contemporary saint in charge of this place, one of the 72 academies of Confucianism, and the former owner of the Shanya Academy, even if he is relegated to this place to commit crimes and meritorious deeds, Qi Jingchun is still a well-deserved Confucian in the world.

For ordinary people in the town, the vegetation withered and flourished every year, and the spring and autumn of Jiazi were fleeting. The teacher has changed several times, with different appearances and different ages. Only the temperament of the scholar who can't tell the truth is the same, old-fashioned, Harsh, taciturn, in short, very boring and boring, and no one thought that the few village school teachers who came and went were actually the same person, not only that, in the vast world outside the town, Mr. Qi, who lived in seclusion, once Possessing a transcendent and lofty status, he also possesses the supreme supernatural power of righteousness.

The next moment, Qi Jingchun's primordial spirit traveled far and wide, like an immortal in a snow-white robe fluttering, breaking free from the shackles of the cage in an instant, and floated to an alley in the town.

Qi Jingchun came to the alley in an instant. He first went to see the woman lying in a pool of blood, Cai Jinjian in Yunxia Mountain.

After Qi Jingchun stayed for a while, he finally came to the two of them.

The old Dragon City Young City Lord with a tall crown and big sleeves leaned back a little and was stunned. On his handsome face with jade-like skin, his expression was complicated, intertwined with shock, doubt and despair.

The teenager maintained the fierce posture of leaping high and slaughtering forward, holding a piece of porcelain sharp as a blade in his left hand. Even at this critical moment between your life and my death, the teenager whose body was in the air still had firm eyes and a face. Calm, not like an ignorant teenager who was born in a small alley and grew up in the mountains.Probably the only thing left that fits the identity of a teenager is the helplessness hidden in the depths of his eyes.For this kind of helplessness, scholars who have walked out of the study and academy for many years are no strangers. It is like watching a peasant who depends on the sky for food, squatting on a barren ridge in the dry season, looking up at the scorching sun, in fact, there will be no tearing Heartbreaking emotions, but only deep helplessness and daze.

As the temporary owner of Yitiandi, Qi Jingchun certainly knows the ins and outs of Chen Ping'an's family of three, and even going back a hundred thousand years, even if he has not seen the ancestors of the young man with his own eyes, he can roughly deduce and evolve.The reason is very simple, just like the county magistrate of the county government, if he really wants to see the inheritance of the people under his rule, he only needs to go to the household in charge of the household registration, check the files, and see it at a glance.

After more than [-] years of reproduction and development in the town, the branches and leaves spread outside the town, and the roots are intertwined, because each generation has several amazing and brilliant characters. Although they cannot return home, they can feed the family back through secret channels. It has created the most prosperous four surnames and ten ethnic groups in the town today.

Chen Ping'an's family has an equally long history. Their ancestors also flourished, and they were very rich. However, after two ups and downs, the East Treasure Pingzhou, where there are countless vassal states and dynasties like forests, gradually fell into silence and decayed. Located in other surnames, since the millennium, the river has been declining, and when it comes to the generation of the young father, the small town of the Chen family has almost completely declined in the entire East Treasure Pingzhou, not to mention the territory of the Dali Dynasty where the town is located. It seems that they are officials who have been ordered by the king to "not serve for generations", and there is no possibility for the family to rise again.

After Qi Jingchun came here to preside over the operation of the grand formation, for more than [-] years, he has adhered to the four-character teacher's motto of "Fangzheng and Peace", and will never change the fate of the people of the town without authorization based on personal likes and dislikes.Otherwise, in the eyes of this scholar who also hated evil, there is too much filth in the big houses in the small town, and there is too much poverty in the small alleys. Small households also have their wickedness.Over time, Qi Jingchun is like a goddess aloof, neither enjoying the incense nor accepting human affection, but just sitting with folded arms and ignoring world affairs.

Qi Jingchun was slightly surprised, stepped forward, looked intently, and nodded lightly, the impoverished boy who was like a rainbow seemed to be ready for this culling, and he would never give up until he killed Fu Nanhua. In the end, the young man just slapped Fu Nanhua's neck heavily with his wrist, which was much better than Cai Jinjian's fate.Fu Nanhua should have been hit so hard that he fell horizontally to the wall, and then the young man grabbed his neck with one hand, and pressed a porcelain piece against his abdomen with the other.

Qi Jingchun was a little curious as to why the young man didn't kill the killer this time. It was a great opportunity, and it was fleeting and troubled later.Qi Jingchun is a mellow scholar who abides by etiquette, but does not stick to dogma.He is really familiar with Fu Nanhua and others, no matter their aptitude or temperament. Even in today's alley, he is threatened by a young man to temporarily give up revenge, but this matter will definitely be a great shame and humiliation that young people have only seen in their lives. It's no exaggeration to be stunned when Daoxin is on the line. At that time, it's not Fu Nanhua himself, but the old dragon city, the master of the entire South China Sea.

The reason why Qi Jingchun came here to obstruct the young man from serial killing is selfish, but also for fairness.Nowadays, the town is like a piece of cracked porcelain, which will burst and explode sooner or later. Qi Jingchun must delay this overwhelming process, and try to arrange a retreat for as many people as possible. Master Ruan, who survived the last Jiazi time, was able to reluctantly be happy. People on the mountain had opportunities, and people below the mountain were stable. You must know that the vast majority of the former are consistent. When longevity is expected, what is the life and death of hundreds of thousands of ants? !

The Heavenly family of the secular dynasty is ruthless, compared to the selflessness of the Dao that many monks respect, it is really not worth mentioning.

Qi Jingchun thought for a moment and quietly disappeared.

The world runs smoothly and without hindrance.

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sp; before the end, quietly broken.

The teenager's wrist "finally" hit Fu Nanhua's neck heavily, the latter's head swayed, and he fell horizontally to the wall of the alley. He was smashed to pieces by the huge force. After landing, the teenager quickly approached and hit him with an elbow. Boom in Fu Nanhua's abdomen.

Fu Nanhua didn't stand up straight with his back against the wall, the boy's elbow hit him almost to the point of spitting out bitter water, and his body bent instinctively.

The young man grabbed Fu Nanhua's neck with one hand, and pressed the porcelain piece against the belly of this young master Gaoguan.

It was hard for Fu Nanhua to imagine why the emaciated youth who was a head shorter than himself had such great strength with his five fingers, especially the sharpness and coldness of the tiles in his abdomen, which made the old dragon city and young city master feel the approach of death again. apart.

Of course, Fu Nanhua didn't know that a child who had to go all over the mountains to find herbs when he was young, because of a certain obsession that was stronger than his own survival, the boundless potential that burst out was astonishing.

When the young man ate the herbal medicine and was in the alley and rolled on the ground with colic pain, that kind of obsession even made a child who should have been studying in the village school, even if he thought about it, he would crawl back home. To put that bamboo basket life-saving herbs home.

After that, chopping wood and burning charcoal, burning porcelain and pulling blanks, digging mud and tasting soil, etc., there is nothing that does not need to test the youth's physical strength and endurance.

Outside the small town, Fu Nanhua could arbitrarily crush a hundred or a thousand teenagers by using a little fairy magic, but choosing to live and die with him in the small town is really good luck at the end, kicking to the iron plate.

Fu Nanhua was hit by the severe pain and shame, and he was dazed, and said with a grim expression: "If you kill me, you will die! If you don't kill me, you still have to die! Little bastard, after all, you are doomed! "

Chen Ping'an raised his head slightly, stared at the man with a mad face, and said, "You know, I don't want to kill you, I have no grievances with you, but you want to hurt me, I will fight back."

Fu Nanhua grinned and said, "You little bastard, are you also worthy of reasoning with me, Fu Nanhua?!"

He tried his best to increase his tone, "Are you worthy?!"

Chen Ping'an was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you have to kill me?"

When Fu Nanhua saw the dark boy's eyes, he suddenly calmed down.

Fu Nanhua, who was strangled by the neck, blushed, and soon turned blue and then purple. In fact, the strength of the young man's five fingers did not increase, but it was enough to suffocate a young man to death.

Fu Nanhua said with difficulty: "I said I won't kill you, do you believe it?"

He struggled violently.

But the young man increased his strength almost at the same time, causing Fu Nanhua's five-fingered arm to sag down.

Chen Pingan shook his head.

Fu Nanhua became more and more dizzy. Although he wanted to slap this bastard's head with a slap in his heart, he still tried his best to be pleasant on the surface, and added, "What if I swear to God? People like us can't swear casually. "

Fu Nanhua played a scheming, the Buddhist school made a big vow, and swore an oath in his heart, which was indeed very binding, but it was obvious that Fu Nanhua only told half of the truth, even if he swore, he would only swear on his lips, not The solemn vow of "no words, but it is tantamount to engraving on the heart wall of the Dan room", so whether to abide by it afterwards depends only on the mood.Furthermore, the oath of a practitioner's heart is not without a cracking method, and the price is just a matter of size.Generally speaking, the size of the price has an absolute relationship with the level of the monk's realm and the severity of the content of the oath.

Unexpectedly, the boy with straw sandals still shook his head.

Fu Nanhua, who was getting more and more difficult to breathe, had lost the spirit of bargaining, and was in a trance for no reason.

Are you going to die?

Just like that poor bastard Cai Jinjian, or died at the hands of a little bastard?

So when this bad news is passed back to the old dragon city, will it become a joke in the whole city?

He didn't even have a chance to reach out to trigger the hidden mechanism of the jade belt around his waist. The white jade belt tied around his waist was actually the remnant soul of an earth dragon.

"Okay."

A voice from the sky sounded in the ears of the two of them. For Fu Nanhua, it was the sound of heaven, but he just passed out, not sure if it was his hallucination.

Chen Ping'an turned his head in surprise.

As a result, I saw a bright and ethereal Mr. Qi.

The latter smiled and said nothing.

Chen Pingan's eyes returned to tenacity, and the five fingers of his right hand never loosened.

Qi Jingchun didn't feel annoyed at being treated as a donkey's liver and lungs with good intentions, nor did he feel relieved as if he saw something that could be made. He just waved his sleeves gently towards the straw-shoe boy, as if he had "fished" an item into his hands.

The Confucian sage spread out his palms and smiled dumbly.

A cloud of filth like ink.

It turned out that the intention that someone planted on the young man was bleak, and it was clear that it had long since died.

Looking up at the young Chen Ping'an again, Qi Jingchun felt a little regretful and said with emotion: "No wonder Mister said that for those who succeed in this world, extraordinary talents are second, and perseverance is the first. One lesson. It's a pity that I, Qi Jingchun, have no chance to collect closed disciples now."