Sword comes

After saying this, the scholar laughed at himself. Now, what is the value of Qi Jingchun's disciple?There were a room full of Mongolian schoolchildren, and each received a bundle of repairs, but only three hundred pennies a year, and some children from poor families were only three pieces of bacon.

Qi Jingchun looked at the young man who insisted on his own opinion and was unwilling to let go, and asked, "Deep in your heart, you don't want to kill him, but the problem is that this person seems to want to kill you no matter what, so he killed him and did two things. Jing, temporarily save your own life, tomorrow will be tomorrow? Or do you hope that things will be peaceful, and big things will be turned into small things? Right?"

The teenager who often listened to the reading seeds reciting poetry and prose next door blurted out, "Why did you teach me, sir?"

Qi Jingchun smiled and said, "Chen Ping'an, you might as well let go of your right hand and try it first, and then decide whether you want to go with me or not. There are some things I can't blame, and I have to give you an explanation."

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, and after releasing the five fingers of his right hand, he was surprised to find that Fu Nanhua did not move at all, his eyes, hair, and breathing were all still.

After Qi Jingchun ran the great formation, the town returned to its end.

Qi Jingchun said softly, "Follow my footsteps and try not to step out of ten steps."

The middle-aged scholar with fluttering clothes and ethereal body took the lead to walk to the end of the alley, followed by Chen Ping'an. During this period, he looked down at the palm of his left hand, the flesh was blurred, and bones were visible, but the blood that was visible to the naked eye was no longer flowing. .

Qi Jingchun walked in front and asked with a smile, "Chen Pingan, do you believe it or not, there are gods, spirits, ghosts and ghosts in this world?"

Chen Ping'an nodded, "Yes, my mother often told some old stories when I was a child, asking me to believe that good is rewarded with good and evil is rewarded. This sentence is said by my mother the most, so I remember it very clearly. There will be water ghosts dragging children in the creek. On the north side of the broken ancestral hall, there is an underworld official who specializes in trial cases at night. He also said that the door god we posted will actually come to life at night and help us protect the house. These things , I didn't really believe it before, but... Now, I think it's mostly true."

Qi Jingchun said softly: "Some of what she said is true and some are false. As for good and evil, it is difficult to conclude, because the definition of good and evil, the common people, emperors and generals, and the immortal family of longevity, The three are different, so the conclusions they draw will be very different."

Chen Ping'an hid the porcelain, quickened his pace, walked side by side with the scholar, raised his head and asked, "Mr. Qi, can I ask a question?"

Qi Jingchun seemed to see through the young man's mind, and said calmly: "This small town is the burial place and burial place of the last real dragon in the world. Countless dragons in the world believe that this place has the most prosperous luck and is destined to It is necessary to "come out of the dragon" on a certain day. In fact, for 3000 years, the event of "coming out of the dragon" has been delayed, but the children born in this small town are indeed far better than their peers outside. , Many well-known Taoist couples from the Immortal Mansion in East Aquarius Continent, and the offspring they gave birth to together are nothing more than that. Of course, not every child in the small town has amazing talents."

Qi Jingchun smiled and didn't explain the matter in depth, probably because he was afraid of hurting the child's heart and changed the subject, "The senior monks who participated in the dragon slaughter, almost all of them were seriously injured, and many people settled here. , Jiemao cultivation, can be said to die calmly, there are also Taoist companions who survived by luck, and after fighting side by side, they formed a good relationship. On the map of the Dali Dynasty, this place was first called Daze Township, and later it was changed to Longyuan by a sage himself, and then the word Yuan was avoided by a certain Dali emperor, and it was revised again..."

The boy who had been holding the words in his stomach, finally couldn't bear it anymore, interrupted Qi Jingchun's words softly, clenched his fists, full of longing and anticipation, "Sir, the question I want to ask is actually my parents... Who are they? What kind of person..."

Qi Jingchun fell into deep thought, "Since that Daoist who traveled far has leaked his secret to you, I can follow the opening he opened and tell you something. In my memory, your father is a simple, honest and gentle person with talent. It's not worth being taken away from the town, so naturally it becomes a chicken rib in the eyes of some people, and it is regarded as a loss-making business, perhaps because of anger, or because life is really embarrassing, in short, buying porcelain outside the town Man, he acted on your father's 'Born Ming Porcelain'. After that, not only did he have a bad life, but also caused you and your mother to suffer together. Later, for some reason, he accidentally learned the secret of Ben Ming Porcelain. Once someone opens the kiln and takes him away from the town, he will be reduced to a marionette for the rest of his life, and he will secretly smash the china that belongs to you, if I remember correctly, it should be a porcelain paperweight."

Qi Jingchun said solemnly: "You must know that the babies born every year in the town have a code name that is stored in the secret file, and there are special people in the town who will use a unique secret technique to extract a drop of heart blood and pour it into the future firing. Among the Benming Porcelain, the girl’s Benming porcelain takes six years to burn, and the boy’s lasts longer. The kiln fire is uninterrupted for a day and continues to burn for nine years. The child’s talent is like the appearance of ordinary kiln porcelain. How, you can only rely on fate to see your luck, but after betting, the bid for 'betting on porcelain' is very large. Although your qualifications are still mediocre today, when your father resolutely broke the porcelain paperweight, outside the town One can imagine the anger of the buyers of porcelain."

"As for your mother, she is a woman with a quiet temperament."

When Qi Jingchun said this, she suddenly smiled, "When your mother married your father, many people of the same age in the town were very depressed. But to be honest, I really want to tell you the details of your parents' lives when they were alive. It’s embarrassing for me, after I came here, besides teaching, I still have a lot of things to do.”

The young man hummed, turned his head slightly, and wiped his face with his hands. The young man probably forgot the bad condition of his left hand, his face was covered in blood, and he was really reluctant to wipe it with his sleeve.

The two passed the twelve-legged archway.

Qi Jingchun didn't look at him, and opened the skylight with the young man to speak frankly, "Back when the real dragon fell here, the four saints showed up in person, and signed a contract here, stipulating that every 60 years, a new person will sit here to help look after the real dragon. In fact, there were no disputes about whether to cut grass and roots at the time... But telling you about these ulterior secrets is to harm you. Generally speaking, people from the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, plus a military strategist, the Quartet Mainly, the rest of the East Aquarius Continent's hundreds of families, Dongtian blessed land, immortal family, wealthy families, etc., all have a certain share and opportunity to share the benefits here. It is ridiculous to say, will there be any in a hundred years? The quota for buying porcelain has almost become a symbol to define whether a sect or aristocratic family is of first-class status."

Chen Pingan said: "I don't understand what Mr. said, but I wrote it down. But today I know that my parents are good people, so I'm content."

Qi Jingchun smiled and said: "I don't expect you to understand it right now, it's just a foreshadowing, otherwise I simply advise you not to kill Fu Nanhua, you will definitely not listen. The reason why I want you not to kill is not because I Qi Jingchun hurt him. Kind of, what is the sadness of the rabbit dying and the fox, it’s not that I am grateful to Fu Nanhua and Lao Longcheng for wishing him, I want some benefits in the future, it is not like this. In fact, on the contrary, I, a Confucian disciple, highly respect the entry into the world, and are unscrupulous about the practitioners. , the most contradictory, the two sides have fought openly and secretly for countless years, if I, Qi Jingchun, are the age when I just went to Shanya Academy to study as a teacher, then either Liu Zhimao, the real lord of the river, or Fu Nanhua, the old master of the old dragon city and the young city, there is still a chance to survive now, early. Give me a slap and I'll be wiped out."

The teenager found that Mr. Qi at this time, although his speech was still gentle and his walking posture was equally elegant, but he gave people the feeling that he was a different person.

Just like old man Yao drinking too much, he said that the porcelain we burned was for the emperor, who can compare?

Mr. Qi said that when he beat others to ashes, he was just like the old Yao at that time, his tone was different, but his expression was exactly the same.

Qi Jingchun frowned and looked up at Mud Bottle Alley, as if listening to someone else's words. Although he didn't show an expression of boredom, the displeasure in his eyes was undisguised.

He finally said coldly: "Leave quickly!"

Chen Pingan looked at a loss.

Qi Jingchun explained: "It's that Mr. Storyteller, whose real name is Liu Zhimao, whose Taoist name is Zhenjun Jiejiang. In fact, he is a Taoist in the side door. His cultivation is acceptable and his conduct is low. Most of the grievances between Cai Jinjian and Fu Nanhua and you are caused by him making waves. In the end, in your heart, you planted a talisman of a crooked path, which is a four-character mantra, secretly engraving the four-character 'one-heartedly seeking death' in your heart, and the method is extremely vicious."

Chen Pingan silently remembered the name Liu Zhimao.

Qi Jingchun sighed and asked, "You're not curious, why didn't I do it?"

Chen Pingan shook his head.

Qi Jingchun said to himself: "The world here is like old porcelain that has been exposed to the wind and sun for 3000 years. It will soon fall apart. After all, you are outsiders, and you have a large array of support. As long as you don't go too far, it's far from being let down." The porcelain is broken, but I am the one holding the porcelain in my hands. Any action I take will involve the cracks in this porcelain. In fact, no matter what I do, it will only increase the spread of those lines. If the porcelain is only broken, it will That's all, but the fate of the five or six thousand people in this small town is in my hands, how can I take it lightly?"

It's just that Mr. Qi said these unpleasant words, which had been accumulated for many years, so softly that Chen Ping'an couldn't hear them even with pricked ears.

Qi Jingchun looked at the young man who was wiping his face with his right hand from time to time. The two had already walked to the iron lock well in Xinghua Lane, where a woman was bending over to draw water. Qi Jingchun asked, "If a stranger falls into the well, what would you do? If you save people, you will die, can you save them?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, and then asked: "I want to know, can you really save that person?"

Qi Jingchun didn't answer the boy's question, but just smiled: "Remember, a gentleman can't save you."

The young man was stunned for a while, then asked doubtfully, "Gentleman?"

Qi Jingchun hesitated for a moment, then squatted down, first helped the straw-shoe boy to straighten his clothes, then wiped off the blood with his hands, and said softly: "When encountering unfortunate events, you must have compassion first, but a gentleman is not a pedantic person, he can go. Save people by the well, but never let yourself get caught in a dead end."

It seems to be aroused by this question.

The teenager asked earnestly, "Sir, can I still live now? If so, how long can I live?"

Qi Jingchun thought about it carefully, stood up slowly, and said decisively: "If you are not afraid of the bumpy road ahead and suffer a lot, you will definitely survive."

The young man smiled brightly and said, "I'm not afraid of suffering!"

Qi Jingchun thought about this journey, and the boy's equanimity was relieved, "Let's go, take you to a place. Although I, Qi Jingchun, can't help you with anything, but the matter has come to this point, letting you get through this disaster is absolutely nothing. Breaking the rules, in fact, should have compensated you for a chance."

The young man is ignorant.

The two came under the old locust tree. For some reason, the town was silent inside and outside. Only this old locust tree seemed to be the only exception, with its leaves swaying slightly and swaying.

After Qi Jingchun stood still, his face was dignified, and after bowing, he raised his head and asked, "Can Qi Jingchun ask you for a locust leaf so that the young man can leave the town safely and safely in the future, at least for three years, without the calamity of the counterattack. Calamity?"

Thousand-year-old locust, silent.

Qi Jingchun asked again: "Qi Jingchun has been here for 59 years. He has worked hard without merit. Could it be that he can't ask for a locust tree leaf from his ancestors? Besides, the young man is the family of your small town. Why are you sages so stingy?"

Lao Huai still did not respond.

The silence of the moment was like silent sarcasm.

You Qi Jingchun have great powers, but you are one of the world's circles, and you are also the poor person who presides over the hub of the great formation. We just don't want to give this incense in vain.

Qi Jingchun's face was gloomy and uncertain, and finally he could only sigh and look down, full of guilt.

The young man grinned and comforted him in return: "Master Lu said that as long as I go to the south of the town and find a blacksmith surnamed Ruan, as his apprentice, there is hope to live, Mr. Qi, without this... Huai Ye, I believe it will not be. What's the problem!"

Qi Jingchun asked with a smile, "Really?"

The teenager scratched his head and said shyly, "It's fake."

Qi Jingchun smiled knowingly.

Sudden.

A piece of green and tender locust leaves fell from a very high place in the canopy.

The boy just stretched out his palm, and the leaves fell on his palm.

On the leaves, there is a golden font that disappears in a flash.

Qi Jingchun was a little stunned. After a while, he said solemnly: "This word is Yao, Chen Ping'an, are you willing to repay the Yao family, no matter your life or death?! To be honest, even if you don't have this leaf, you may not have no chance of life. One point, I can tell you clearly. So you must think carefully!"

The boy asked, "Is that the Yao character from Master Yao?"

Qi Jingchun nodded, "Exactly."

The young man put his hands together, put the locust leaves in his palms, raised his head and said loudly: "As long as I live for one day, as long as it is a person with the surname of Yao who is related to you, as Mr. Qi said before, even if he falls into a well, even if he saves people He must die, but I, Chen Ping'an, will save him!"

The sound of nature is silent.

Qi Jingchun smiled and said, "Let's go."

When he left with the boy, he quietly turned his head and looked at the highest point of the locust tree, Qi Jingchun showed sarcasm.

It is not that there are no locust leaves "surnamed Chen", in fact there are more than one or two, but in the end, knowing that this place is about to collapse, I would rather find another host, even if it is not Chen, it doesn't matter, there is still no incense ancestral shadow , is willing to be optimistic about the straw-shoe boy in Mud Bottle Alley.

Qi Jingchun turned around, touched the boy's head, and joked, "If it's Song Jixin, Zhao Yao, and Gu Can, if you make this big wish like you did before, maybe it will resonate in the world."

The teenager smiled brightly, "Then I can't control it, I just do my own thing."

Qi Jingchun asked again, "Is it true this time?"

The boy smiled and said, "Yes!"