Sword comes

In a house in Taoye Lane, there was a kind-hearted old man, sitting on a rattan chair under the porch, next to a playful and lovely maid, wearing goose-yellow patterned trousers and a light Luobi-colored gauze skirt. , while listening to the old man telling stories, he fanned slowly.

The old man suddenly asked, "Taoya, where's the wind, do you have a nap again? I'm not trying to scare you. If you're in a big house outside the town, you'll be fined for being lazy like this."

There was no response. The old man, who had always been tolerant and tolerant to his servants, was about to continue to tease a few words, his face changed suddenly, he looked up into the distance, his expression became solemn.It turned out that in the small courtyard, not only was the fan held by the maidservant, there was no movement at all, in fact even the invisible breeze was still.The old man quickly held his breath, recited the mantra silently, and forgot to enter into meditation, so as not to damage his cultivation and Taoism in vain in this short-term reverse current of the long river of time.The old man sighed softly, and Qi Jingchun, the most observant of the rules and etiquette, finally made an exception.

The iron lock well, a burly young man from a foreign country squatted not far away, staring hard at the wheelbarrow.But out of the corner of her eye, she secretly glanced at the silhouette of a plump village woman who was bending over to lift a bucket from the well. , the body burst out with a wild scent full of wheat ears, which made the woman who was originally not a middle-aged person also have a different charm.When the young man realized that the surrounding environment was eerily still, the others did not move, but only braved the beautiful picture of the woman drawing water. The young man secretly swallowed his saliva, and quickly turned his body and changed to a squatting position.

No wonder the master said that the women at the foot of the mountain are out of the forest, and their skills have been greatly reduced, but if they are brought up the mountain, they will become the king of the mountain, and they will eat people. After the master drinks, he always talks about the world Heroes and heroes, all lost to their own Tigers, without exception.But the young man felt that Lin Hu was already very powerful. For example, the woman in front of him, who was obviously ordinary, was so enchanting that it made him itch. If she slapped him without saying a word, it would be completely unreasonable. He still didn't dare to fight back at all, and if the woman smiled, he would still laugh along.

Thinking of this, the young man became a little discouraged, glanced down at the crotch of his trousers, and scolded, "No bones, no wonder I have no bones!"

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In Niping Lane, Song Jixin was flipping through a thick and old local county annals. Song Jixin found out many rules, such as roughly adding every 60 years, so Song Jixin privately named this book "Jiazi Zhizhi" ", there is also the fact that after the people in the small town were taken out by distant relatives when they were young, almost no one has ever returned to their hometown. It seems that they don't like falling leaves returning to their roots. They belong to the flowers that bloom inside the wall and the fragrance outside the wall. leaves, and even grow into towering trees with deep roots, so Song Jixin nicknamed it "Book Outside the Wall".

At this time, the boy was flipping through a page of biography, describing the life story of a man named Cao Xi. His pen and ink were stingy, which was another feature of this county annals. Song Jixin had read it over and over at least seven or eight times. Therefore, when reading in my spare time, I only choose some bizarre characters and stories, which are regarded as romance legends described by a storyteller. There is no way to verify the authenticity. Of course, Song Jixin doesn't care. He only remembers the man in official uniform. Before he went to Beijing to report his work and left the town, he came here alone in the middle of the night. With a very solemn attitude, the man told the young man to remember one thing, that is, to memorize the names of every person that appeared in the book, as well as hundreds of thousands of people. Numbers, and their ancestors' roots in the town, especially the relationship with the four surnames and ten tribes.

At this time, Song Jixin didn't move at all, just like the broken clay statues in the southeast of the town.The light from the window that spilled on the desk maintained an uncharacteristic stillness.

In this house, the only people and things that can move are the maid Zhigui and the inconspicuous four-legged snake. She noticed the strangeness very early, and the first thought that popped into her mind was to go to the next yard and look for it. The girl with facial paralysis scolded her for being bloody, but when the maid realized the existence of the sword, she dismissed this tempting idea.She first came to her young master's room, glanced sideways at the contents of the pages, and was annoyed when she saw the word "Cao Xi", so she helped the young master to turn back a few pages, and only after seeing the section on "Xie Shi" Happy smile.It was just that she soon became annoyed, and turned the page back again, so as not to reveal the secret and cause herself to reveal herself. Over the years, the young master of the shrewd city government was just out of curiosity, doubting her identity and origin, and never caught it. She doesn't want to fall short when she's done with real and conclusive evidence. She often goes to the hometown school with the young master. She feels that there are some things that scholars say, which are very hypocritical It's not bad to say, for example, "a person who travels a hundred miles is half as long as ninety", which really explains the truth.

The khaki four-legged snake was lying on the threshold and basking in the sun. At this time, when it was silent and still, it recovered its "real body". Under the light, I saw it was brilliant, crystal clear, and its whole body was like a piece Glass.

In the house next door, Ning Yao, a black-clothed girl, fell into a mysterious and mysterious state of fetal breathing. She didn't breathe with her mouth and nose, as if the baby was still in the twins, and her spirit returned to its roots.

Inside the snow-white scabbard, the flying sword seems to have been granted amnesty. After slowly unsheathed, it flies briskly around its owner. The little bird is tame and intimate with a human being, and it has the beauty of a girl's dress fluttering.It is not flying randomly, but like a consonance drawing, creating the best geomantic place for the master who is healing. Sure enough, the girl who showed no signs of breathing, the surrounding aura rushed into her body rapidly, she was like a whale swallowing water, frantically absorbing The source of spiritual energy in this world.So at this moment, the silence of the town is in stark contrast to the prosperity of this house.

Outside the town on the banks of the Southern Stream.

There was a short-bodied man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, aggressive, with his chest exposed and his belly exposed, he was forging iron with a hammer in his hand. When the hammer fell, sparks scattered everywhere, filling the room with brilliance.Countless dots of flames flickered everywhere in the empty room, gorgeous and spectacular.

With one swipe, you can smash a picture.

Opposite the man, stood a young girl with a refreshing ponytail. She was petite. She wore a cowhide burqa to prevent sparks from splashing on her body. Ordinary cotton clothes could easily be burned through holes. Come.

After one hit, thousands of sparks suddenly stagnated in the house.

The ponytail girl frowned and asked, "Father?"

The man said solemnly: "It's your turn to hammer the sword, just take this opportunity to temper your divine will."

The girl put down the old sword and pushed aside the sparks on both sides of her body. Mars was swung back by her, and her whole body moved. It makes the light in the house look cluttered.

Compared to the seniors in the town who seemed to be hidden dragons in the abyss, all of them held their breath and calmed down. What the young girl did was really too overbearing.

Especially when it was replaced by her to beat her, her power was heavy and her movements were fast, even more wild and unruly than an experienced man.

The sparks that sputtered out each time will not disappear in the end, so after stacking up again and again, the densely packed Mars, like bright stars, is clustered in the air.

The chamber of swords, Mars billions.

The man stared at the blushing sword embryo, and commanded in a deep voice, "Recite the Dragon Shaking chapter of the Sword Casting Sutra silently in my heart!"

The girl's momentum suddenly dropped, and she whispered: "Father?"

The man said angrily, "What are you doing?"

The girl's momentum dropped again, and she said timidly: "I ate less at noon, I am hungry, and I can't beat it."

The man was even more angry. If he wasn't forging swords, he would have almost scolded others, "It's like asking you to endure your life, so what excuse are you looking for... Goddamn girl, it's normal for you to be hungry with such an appetite. There's no excuse..."

The girl snickered and said that she was hungry. In fact, the movements of her hands did not weaken in the slightest. In an instant, the sympathy moved. After the girl shouted loudly, she tried her best to smash it down with all her strength.

The sparks sputtered this time are extremely numerous and particularly dazzling.

The man didn't show any expression on his face, and said in his heart, "It's done."

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In the courtyard of Gu Can's house, the woman slowly woke up with a splitting headache. She sat back on the bench with the help of her child. Liu Zhimao, the True Monarch Jiejiang, was closing his eyes and resting, his thumb and index finger in his sleeve slowly pinching.

The woman, Mrs. Gu, sat down with her son beside her, and asked softly, "Xianchang, what's going on?"

The old man didn't open his eyes, and said, "This old man has a good apprentice, and you have a good son. Mrs. Gu, you can rest assured and wait for your mother to be expensive."

The woman was overjoyed, tears welling up in her eyes, hugged the child, and whispered: "The child's father, have you heard, our Gu Can will definitely have a great prospect..."

Liu Zhimao suddenly gasped, surprised, opened his eyes and lowered his head to look at the lines on his palms, as if they were branching out.

Came to a new road, and said to himself: "Why is this? It shouldn't be. The boy didn't die, but the child of the fairy family died somehow?"

The old man had to stand up, paced slowly in the courtyard, pinched his fingers quickly, "Trash! Planted in the hands of a young man in the market, Yunxia Mountain's hard-earned reputation for thousands of years will be destroyed in one fell swoop."

The woman said uneasy: "Old Immortal, since our family has already apprenticed to the teacher, why don't we let Chen Ping'an go?"

The old man shouted angrily: "Women's benevolence! I really need to have a compassionate heart. When you and I first met, you shouldn't have any thoughts of killing. At this time, you come to pretend to be a female Bodhisattva with the old man, and you want to be shameless?"

The woman was scolded so pale that she didn't dare to say a word.

Still puzzled, the old man pointed at the woman and scolded: "Rural village woman, short-sighted! After Gu Can returns to Shujian Lake with me, the number of times your mother and son meet must not be too frequent, so as not to hinder his cultivation. Any objection?"

The woman quickly waved her hand and said, "Don't dare."

The old man looked gloomy.

The woman was stunned for a while, but she quickly regained her senses, with a sad face, and said pitifully, "No objection, absolutely no!"

The old man waved his sleeves vigorously, and snorted coldly, "Old man with anger!"

Seeing that the woman was a bit unique before, she just had the idea of ​​taking her as a personal slave, and she behaved so vulgarly, she deserved to miss a blessing that was expected to enter the threshold of cultivation.

The old man suddenly seemed to be facing a great enemy, and he looked around. Sure enough, the heaven and earth here were artificially static as "end". The end is one of the many small caves in the world, and the land gods and golden arhats can never be opened up.

This kind of supernatural power can be said to be the pinnacle. Although it is largely due to the great formation, it still makes people feel awe and awe.

Just imagine, as long as you are in this world, no matter whether you are a fairy, a god, a devil, you have to kowtow to me when you come here, how does that feel?

Liu Zhimao, the true ruler of Jiejiang, dreams of reaching such heights.Is the technique high useless?Go to hell!Liu Zhimao wished that after this little cave, he would bring in all the three third-generation disciples of Buddha, Taoist, and Confucian leader. He dared not say that they should bow their heads and bow down.

Liu Zhimao spat out a mouthful of blood without warning, and blood spattered from his palms, as if someone had cut a blood groove with a sharp weapon.

On the other hand, the white bowl involuntarily appeared, the ripples on the water surface were chaotic, and the black lines were scurrying, hitting the wall everywhere.

The old man did not hesitate at all, his palms folded on the back of his hands. As a Taoist person, he bowed and saluted with Confucianism. After bending to the end, he was extremely devout and trembled: "Liu Zhimao, the island owner of Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake, I implore Mr. Qi to have mercy on the younger generation. If there is any offense in the heart of the sincere desire to seek the Tao, I hope your lord... the sage will not remember the villain's deeds!"

After a long time.

"Leave quickly!" The four words exploded in the ears of this true gentleman like spring thunder.

Liu Zhimao said with ecstasy: "Don't worry, sir, this junior will take Gu's mother and son out of the town."

The old man, who had always called himself a junior, remembered something and asked carefully, "Dare you ask, sir, what should I do with the two bags of gold and copper coins on my junior's body?"

The majestic voice sounded again, "One person, one thing, exactly two opportunities, just stay in the courtyard. For 30 years, you are not allowed to leave Shujian Lake for half a step."

Liu Zhimao was relieved. This time, he was not so flattering. He deliberately gave Confucian salutes, but only made a solemn Taoist bow, "The elders don't dare to say no, Mr. Qi's great kindness and great virtue, the younger generation will be inscribed with five senses. Teeth are unforgettable!"

After that, Qi Jingchun's voice did not appear, and the end soon disappeared. Liu Zhimao didn't talk nonsense, and immediately asked Mrs Gu to take Gu Can with him to leave the town. Just as Mrs Gu was about to speak, Liu Zhimao gave him a vicious attack. Zhiji's eyes stared at him, and the woman was so frightened that Liu Zhimao took out two bags. Although he was a little reluctant to part, this sectarian who aspired to be a veritable true monarch still placed it on the bench without hesitation. When he just walked to the courtyard, Liu Zhimao suddenly asked, "Are there any old things left in your house?"

Gu Shi was at a loss, and the ghostly Gu Can immediately reminded: "Dad didn't leave a Duobao Pavilion, or the one who hid under the bed to eat ashes?"

Liu Zhimao's eyes lit up, and without saying a word, he let the woman lead the way to find out.

Since the sage recognized that Gu Can was the chance, it meant that the child could take away the chance that belonged to him.

As for the ultimate attribution of these opportunities, in the small town, I am afraid that I have to listen to Qi Jingchun when the king comes, but it is difficult to say when we arrive at Shujian Lake.

Gu Can, who was finally left unattended, waited for the two to enter the house, grabbed the two bags with one hand, gently pulled out the door bolt, and ran to the other end of Mud Bottle Alley.

The woman in the house, Mrs. Gu, knelt on the ground and reached under the bed to carry the box. The box was not big but heavy, and it was a bit laborious to move, and she was out of breath.

As a result, Zhenjun Jiejiang kicked her plump buttocks fiercely, and the old man teased: "Gu Shi, you are at a loss for the maintenance of the day after tomorrow, but just based on this, being a second-class maid on Qingxia Island is a bit reluctant, but when The third-class maid is more than enough. The old man looks down on you, but there are a few guest Qing loose people on Qingxia Island. You can't say goodbye to you. Then you have to fight hard, don't be shy, and miss out in vain. Pile of good fortune."

The woman's body was slightly stiff. At this time, most of her body was still under the bed, so she couldn't see her expression clearly.

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Walking to an alley, Qi Jingchun said to Chen Pingan: "Cai Jinjian and Fu Nanhua, leave it to me to deal with. Now that you have this ancestral locust tree leaf, don't underestimate life and death, live well, it is your father Mother's biggest reward. As for the three forces of Yunxiashan, Laolongcheng and Jiejiang Zhenjun in the future, I dare not say that they will never trouble you, but they will definitely not come to trouble you within ten years. If you are lucky, you will I have always been a commoner in the market, and I can be safe and sound for 30 years."

Qi Jingchun smiled and said: "There is no need to be jealous of the small town. In the future... soon, there should be no such calculations. If you want to live a stable life for 30 to [-] years, you might as well find a girl here to marry and start a family. That's right. If you want to go outside the small town and see the real scene of heaven and earth, it's also a good thing. Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles is what we scholars must do. You will find out in the future that in a small town It is difficult to study, but easy to walk. When going outside, it is easy for many scholars to buy books, read books, and collect books, but they just don’t like to travel long distances and find it hard. The so-called study tours are just outings by car.”

The young man said in surprise: "Mr. Qi, is it hard to walk?"

Qi Jingchun laughed, "Let's not talk about the outside of the town, just talk about the surroundings. Have you ever seen a few people of the same age in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, running around the mountains and fields like you?"

The boy nodded and said, "Really."

Qi Jingchun thought for a while, reached out and pulled out a jasper hairpin inserted into the bun, bent down and handed it to the poor boy, "Just treat it as a parting gift. It's not a valuable item, and it's not an immortal family item, so you can take it with confidence. Actually, just like you, I used to be a boy in a poor alley. I worked hard to study, experienced many hardships, ups and downs, and of course there were all kinds of fortunes. Only then did I enter Shanya Academy and the time when I studied with a teacher was the happiest time in my life, Qi Jingchun, later When my husband came out of the mountain, he gave me this hairpin, which is a kind of expectation and entrustment to me. Unfortunately, looking back now, I have not done well for so many years. I believe that if my husband is alive, I will definitely be disappointed. already."

How dare a young man accept this gift.

This jasper hairpin seems to also contain the master-disciple friendship between Mr. Qi and his husband. Needless to say, the affection is heavy, not to mention the courtesy.

The young man has no knowledge, and he is also a person who was born in imperial porcelain. He still has some appreciation for the quality of a thing.

Qi Jingchun said softly: "Stay with me, and the teacher's relics will be buried with me. It's better to give it to you. Besides, you don't get rewarded for nothing. I've stayed in the town for nearly 60 years, and I've always had a small knot." , I can’t untie it, but it’s a pity that my teacher has passed away. I thought that I would never get an answer in this life. It was you who unintentionally helped me solve my confusion, so I give you this hairpin. It is very suitable for love, reason and courtesy. Chen Pingan, I can only ask for a locust tree leaf for you, but I can't give you any more chances."

The young man took the ordinary hosta with both hands, raised his head and said sincerely, "Sir has done a lot."

Qi Jingchun smiled and saw that the young man was persuaded by himself to accept the hairpin, and he lost a piece of heart. The hairpin is indeed ordinary, but it is the relic of his teacher.

So Qi Jingchun finally warned: "Chen Pingan, remember, no matter what you encounter in the future, don't lose hope in this world."