Sword comes

Chen Ping learned what he learned and put it into practice. He learned how to pretend to be an idiot from the old general Lu Xiao, and pretended not to hear the old Taoist's sarcasm. .

The old Taoist is always elusive, and Chen Pingan is helpless.

It was slightly dawn, and the skinny little girl who was sleeping by the firewood door had woken up, and saw the rich man in white robes, walking in the yard, with his eyes closed like a blind man, with one hand open, palm facing, resting on it. Belly, with one hand clenched on the chest, the steps are very small and very slow.

As if hesitating whether to punch her palm, she waited boredly, always thinking that he would punch him down.

It would be even better if this guy was really blind, and then punched down, slapped, and accidentally punched his palm through.

Thinking of this, the skinny little girl was a little happy, afraid of being seen through by him, she quickly put on a straight face and yawned deliberately.

Chen Pingan opened his eyes and removed that weird posture. He learned it from Ding Ying's gourd painting. The reason why he took it out today is because he thought that when he met a ghost in a wedding dress, the blind old man with two apprentices People, the thunder method they have learned needs to beat the Qi Palace with heavy fists,

It's a bit similar to Ding Ying.

Chen Pingan didn't look at the little girl, nor did he stop. He continued to immerse himself in the peak frame that Zhong Qiu realized, and said, "Go and see if Cao Qinglang's school is open. If the master is still If there is no re-teaching, ask the neighbors nearby when the class will start."

The little girl bargained and asked: "Can I go after breakfast, I'm hungry and can't walk."

Chen Pingan said indifferently: "After you come back, fill up the water tank in the kitchen and have food to eat."

The little girl stared at Chen Ping'an's side face, she didn't seem to be joking, she staggered and stood up on purpose, leaned against the wall, walked around Chen Ping'an, walked out of the yard, left the alley, and squatted at the corner of the street, After squatting for a long time, he ran all the way back to the gate of the courtyard. There was already sweat on his forehead. He bent down, put his hands on his hips, and gasped for the guy who was still walking: "The door hasn't been opened yet. I asked someone Auntie, said that the master was frightened by the previous fight, so he won't open the door in the near future."

Chen Pingan remained silent and pointed to the kitchen.

The little girl went to the kitchen with a mournful face, and carried the smallest bucket. Fortunately, there was still more than half of the well water in the bucket. If it was empty, she would not want to keep it even once. After going out, she threw the bucket and ran away.When she walked to the gate of the courtyard, she heard Cao Qinglang's reciting. With her back to the courtyard, she rolled her eyes and grinned with disdain.

It is really exhausting to fetch water.

When she returned to the yard with the bucket in her hands, she was still sticking to the wall, carefully bypassing the man, and ran into the kitchen to draw water from the well. It fell a lot. In fact, when she returned to the yard, the bottom of the bucket was almost an inch high. She quickly turned her head to take a look, but she didn't see the person. She immediately lifted the bucket and gently scooped half of it from the water tank. Water, then lift the bucket vigorously, tilt it, and pour it into the water tank with a splash.

For all this, Chen Ping'an had a clear understanding of the fire, but he did not expose her on the spot.

Would you rather spend so much time being lazy than put in a little effort?

Cao Qinglang memorized a few chapters of elementary school books, and started to cook in the kitchen. Chen Pingan said that he might come back late today, Cao Qinglang nodded.

Chen Pingan left the alley and passed near Zhuangyuan Alley. The house where Ding Ying and the Demon Sect Ya'er stayed before was lifeless and had obviously been abandoned.The incense in Xinxiang Temple became less and less. As for the morning exercises in the martial arts hall, they worked harder than before, and shouted and shouted one after another, especially the master who taught boxing. The world is not peaceful, but it also fascinates the children of Jianghu. If there are no strong winds and waves, is it still called Jianghu?

Chen Ping'an still didn't wear gold wine when he went out this time, and he was wearing a brand new green shirt and long robe. First, the little lotus figure had not yet healed and needed a magic robe like a small cave; Hu Du stayed in the house, letting the 15th day protect the little Lianhua who was recuperating, but with the long sword Chixin and the narrow knife Tingxue hanging from his waist, in this way, he looked like a ranger who likes to wield knives and guns.

Chen Ping'an was looking for Zhongqiu, and wanted to bother the Nanyuan Guoshi again.

The big stack of books that was stolen from the house by the little girl back then, although they were all ordinary books, and the two fairy books purchased by Daoxuanshan were put in square inches, but Chen Pingan still wanted to get them back, because every time On the title page of this book, it is written where and when Chen Pingan bought it, and it is written in correct lowercase letters. These books collected from everywhere have different meanings to Chen Pingan.

It has nothing to do with the Confucian sages who said that books have their own golden houses and books have their own beauty.

Everyone in the world knows that Zhongqiu lives near the imperial palace, but few people know the exact location of his seclusion. Fortunately, Chen Pingan is now in Nanyuan Kingdom, and his reputation is too great. Soon, a master recruited by the court from Nanyuan Kingdom appeared, respectful Lead Chen Pingan to Zhongqiu's residence, which is a quiet mansion in Chongxianfang. Chongxianfang is at the foot of the real emperor. The door to live here is either rich or expensive. The streets and alleys are full of green shade. Thick, serene and quiet, with a graceful atmosphere and strict rules, it is completely different from the crowing and barking of the cock and the yingying and swallows on the other side of Zhuangyuan Lane.

There is no plaque hanging on the mansion, and it is not too big in Chongxianfang, just three yards.

Chen Ping thanked the master who was in charge of leading the way, and after walking in alone, Chen Ping found that the inside was not deserted, and there were many young faces busy, wearing official uniforms, just in accordance with the Nanyuan Kingdom's official make-up etiquette system. , the rank is not high, just low-level officials who are worthy of entry, and the rooms are full of people. Young people holding books and walking from door to door, most of them are in a hurry, and occasionally walk side by side, all chatting When they saw Chen Pingan, who was wearing a sword and hanging a sword, they just glanced at him and didn't care.

Zhong Qiu stood under the eaves of the main courtyard of the second entrance, greeted Chen Pingan with a smile, and beside him was a young official who was reporting government affairs. After Zhong Qiu gave a rough answer and suggestion, the two asked and answered concisely. After arriving at Chen Ping'an, it was obviously better, but the national teacher did not disclose Chen Ping's identity, and he did not dare to investigate in private, so he left.

Zhong Qiu brought Chen Pingan to the backyard, which was different from the lively and busy atmosphere in front. There was a wall separated by a hole, and there was a large clump of plantains in the corner, which was so green that it wanted to drip out. There was an old chessboard and chess box on the stone table. It is the residence of this national teacher, neither shabby nor luxurious, elegant and simple, Zhong Qiu and Chen Pingan are sitting opposite each other at the stone table.

Zhong Qiu said that the books about bridges had been collected by the officials of the Ministry of Industry. As for the resume information of the scholar surnamed Jiang, they should be sent to Chen Pingan together tonight.

Chen Ping was a little embarrassed, and talked about the books being stolen and sold cheaply, and Zhong Qiu agreed with a smile.

Chen Pingan took the initiative to speak, saying that the capital is in turmoil at the moment, and he has to bother the national teacher with so many trivial matters. He is willing to do something, and hopes that the national teacher will just open his mouth.

Zhong Qiu was not polite, and said that he would ask Chen Pingan to help guide his two direct disciples.

It is not for public use, but for the disciples harvested by planting autumn. After leaving the army, they must join the army. Starting as a soldier, they must stay in the frontier army for at least ten years. After ten years, they are willing to advance in the army step by step, or leave Frontier army, traveling in martial arts, Zhongqiu is no longer restricted, but if you choose to travel in the rivers and lakes, you are not allowed to declare that you are a disciple of Zhongqiu. Once you are discovered, there is no need to discuss it. I can teach you all about martial arts, and I can take it all back .

The two disciples staying with Zhongqiu are not very old and have not yet graduated from the teacher. They are very talented and have a high spirit. Of course, there is no problem with their character, but they have never really gone through the rivers and lakes, so someone needs to suppress their spirit. In recent years, Zhong Qiu has been under a lot of pressure. In order to cope with the agreement between Jiazi, especially Ding Ying and Yu Zhenyi, it is difficult to concentrate on teaching martial arts to his disciples. Zhong Qiu is worried that these two disciples who have high hopes will end up All his life, he was just a disciple of Qiuqiu.

Chen Pingan has nothing to do, although he doesn't think he is qualified to be a teacher and teach others anything.

It's just that Chen Pingan didn't expect that Zhong Qiu would personally take him to meet the two disciples, so he couldn't help but ask, "Will it delay the handling of affairs by the national teacher?"

Zhong Qiu smiled and said: "If I am not around, things will become a mess. It means that I have stayed in the Nanyuan Kingdom Court for so many years, and I have not done my job well, only pointing fingers..."

Speaking of this, Zhong Qiu, who led Chen Pingan away from the small gate in the backyard, suddenly asked: "Once the chief minister, he met passers-by on the road arguing and fighting, how should we deal with it?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, "If it doesn't affect my business, I still have to take care of it."

Zhong Qiu asked again, "Then?"

Chen Pingan shook his head.

Zhong Qiu said with a smile: "According to what you said, this high-ranking official can indeed take care of these trivial matters without hindering his own affairs, but the most important thing is that he should immediately reflect on himself. Within the territory, why would there be picks and fights in the street?"

After thinking about it, Chen Pingan deeply agreed.

Zhongqiu and Chen Pingan walked in a secluded street with deep shade. In midsummer, many squares and cities in the capital were like steamers. It was so hot that people had nowhere to hide, but it made pedestrians feel cool here. Zhongqiu said with emotion : "This is an allusion to a sage's book. The Zaizhi told the people around him that this matter should not be my responsibility, and the officials directly under the central government should be held accountable. He should not act beyond the boundaries. When I was young, I read it for the first time. I found it deafening. Suddenly, I am enlightened, but the more I read, the more I look at personnel affairs, it is inevitable that I will have doubts and be puzzled."

Zhong Qiu didn't continue talking.

Chen Pingan didn't speak either, just thinking that if Mr. Qi or Master Sheng were here, he would be able to solve Zhongqiu's worries and explain the truth clearly.

Zhong Qiu laughed, no more worries, and talked about business with Chen Pingan, "Yu Zhenyi has returned to the sect of Songlai Kingdom, and brought Cheng Yuanshan, the arm saint who quietly left the city. At that time, everyone in the city, except Zhou Fei who flew away, Demon Sect Ya'er, Liu Zong, those of us who walked down the city have gained something, Yu Zhenyi seems to have found a golden and jade genealogy, Monk Yunni got a piece of white jade lotus root, what Tang Tieyi got, the spies of the capital did not check Now, I planted an autumn and got an atlas of the Five Sacred Mountains. The things in the book are all fairy tales. It's meaningless and very tasteless."

Zhongqiu sighed and continued: "Because Cheng Yuanshan was hiding in the city, he missed the sound of the drum, and ended up empty-handed. His disciples have already been expelled from the country, but if Cheng Yuanshan runs too slowly, I will leave him alone." Here, after all, Cheng Yuanshan must take revenge, and he suffered such a big loss in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom this time, and he will definitely encourage the grassland cavalry to go south to raid and plunder."

Regarding this fairy book, it is still a hidden danger. Zhong Qiu has no way to destroy it, so he can only hide it carefully.

Once Yu Zhenyi learns about this matter, he is determined to win.

Maybe it will make Yu Zhenyi, who is completely indifferent to human affairs, give birth to the ambition of supporting puppets and competing for the world for the first time, in order to be able to confer the five mountains as the orthodox status of the world, and then he can collect the spiritual energy of the five mountains as Use it for yourself and become a real land fairy.

Zhong Qiu and Chen Pingan talked about the general trend of the world, "The female crown Huang Ting, who had a tie with Yu Zhenyi, has already transferred the suzerain of Jingxinzhai to the queen empress. Huang Ting himself left the capital and disappeared. Said that she wanted to find a place with good geomantic omen to practice swordsmanship.

Empress Zhou Shuzhen will soon 'die of illness' and go to sit in the Jingxin Pavilion, for which His Majesty the Emperor has nothing to do.On the other side of Jingyanglou, there has been a rebellion recently, colluding with the remnants of the three sects of the Demon Sect, Zhou Shuzhen has completely lost control, Jingyanglou has spoken to the Jianghu, and from now on, Jingyanglou will no longer rate the top ten people in the world.The general of the Northern Jin Dynasty, Tang Tieyi, is still hesitating whether to join our Nanyuan Kingdom. "

Chen Pingan listened carefully.

Zhong Qiu said with emotion: "It would be great if you stood in that position instead of Ding Ying, who is dedicated to winning against the Dao of Heaven."

Chen Pingan was puzzled.

Zhongqiu laughed and said, "Anyway, it's just a compliment, so don't take it too seriously."

Chen Pingan laughed.

It wasn't the kind of courteous entertainment with Emperor Wei Liang in the restaurant that night.

Getting along with Zhongqiu is like entering a house of Zhilan.

The residence of the two disciples of Zhongqiu is two squares away from here. The house occupies a large area, and it is named as a martial arts gym. In 20, he became a general, and later he was seriously injured in the battle and quit the frontier army. Every time Zhongqiu's disciples entered Beijing, they would not dare to disturb their master, and would often meet here. These disciples were of different ages, and the oldest was nearly half a century old. , the two youngest disciples are a pair of fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys and girls.

In the end, when the two of them walked to the martial arts field, Zhong Qiu couldn't help laughing. Together with the two disciples, more than a dozen people were bustling there, including the grandson and granddaughter of the old general Lu Xiao, and two disciples who met in the capital. Most of the best friends are the children of the capital's aristocratic family with a mellow character and longing for the world. Several of them have made an appointment early, and in the future they will go on a study tour with the family under the pretext of going to the world with the two disciples of Zhongqiu.

For these, Zhongqiu does not interfere.

The beauty of youth, even if it is childish, don't blindly deny it with the life experience of the elderly, let alone kill it at will.

Zhong Qiu looked at these children, and sometimes he was annoyed by their naughtiness, but most of the time he still thought they were cute, so he felt that this world is not a blessed land of lotus flowers, and there are no exiled immortals.

Chen Pingan was a little surprised, and found an acquaintance among those people.

It was he who was wandering around the capital before and saw that young woman riding a horse on the street with her companion. To make up for her friend's mistake, she threw a purse at an old woman who set up a stall. To show off her riding skills, she threw a purse. Wrestling, ouch, turned over, covered in mud, still raised his head high, in high spirits.Chen Pingan still gave her a thumbs up at that time, but at that moment the woman ignored him and rolled her eyes.

Everyone didn't recognize Chen Pingan at first.

After all, he is not wearing a white robe and hanging a gourd of vermilion wine.

However, these young people respect and fear the national teacher Zhong Qiu. When Zhong Qiu appeared, they were all silent. The two disciples were also a little guilty. These days, their martial arts are indeed a bit wasteful. There is no way, these friends rushed over , all of them talked about the deeds of that white-clothed sword fairy with bright eyes, and said that the young master who killed Ding Laomo had a very good relationship with their master. Especially the grandsons and granddaughters of the old general Lu Xiao, they even swear by it, saying that after their grandfather returned home, his face was full of red, and that that night Yu Zhenyi fought with Tong Qingqing outside the city of Jingxinzhai, and the sword fairy named Chen Pingan stood in front of him. Beside me, the two met each other very late, and they talked happily. It was a long time ago. It's a pity that Chen Jianxian is a god and is very busy, but he promised that he would visit the general's mansion as long as he had time.

Lu Xiao's young grandson is only twelve or thirteen years old, and he repeats this passage almost every day, his eyebrows beaming with pride.

It was his older sister who didn't toss and turn over and over again like him, but her brows were full of anticipation and admiration.

Zhong Qiu turned to look at Chen Pingan, who nodded.

Standing in the martial arts training ground, Zhong Qiu said to the two disciples, "I found a senior for you, he will teach you how to punch, and you should punch with all your strength."

Chen Pingan was a little helpless, lowered his voice and said softly: "Didn't you agree to only compete with them, didn't you have any advice?"

Zhong Qiu smiled and said: "Just a few casual chats at the end. These two little fellows already knew how to deal with me as a master. What I say now is not very effective. Maybe they will take your outsider's words as the standard. "

A tall and heroic young man came striding forward and asked: "Master, who is this senior? He is a sword and a sword, why can he teach us boxing skills? Could it be that Master, your boxing skills are better?"

The young man looked at Chen Ping'an with clear eyes, and smiled, "Senior, it's not that I look down on people. It's because my master's boxing skills are too high. If you taught me swords, I wouldn't say that. By the way, my name is Yan Shijing, speak straight, senior, don't blame me!"

A young girl walked slowly behind him, already looking for Chen Pingan's flaws, but she walked more and more slowly, because she was horrified to find that the man was just standing so casually, and she couldn't find a little bit of fists and stances at all. The loophole, this extremely uncomfortable feeling, is too similar to the feeling that Master Zhongqiu gave her.

Seeing the high mountains but not the top of the mountain, facing the river but not seeing the bottom.

This young man in green robe must be a master of martial arts with outstanding realm!

The girl was about to remind senior brother Yan Shijing to be careful, but the latter had already said softly: "I have already seen that, I am not a fool, I can walk side by side with our master, in our Nanyuan country, there are a few guys who have this face ?”

The girl asked: "Join together?"

Without any hesitation, the young man said in a deep voice, "Try to survive ten strokes, Master is watching us."

The teenagers and girls put on a fist almost at the same time, ready to go.

Chen Pingan thought for a while, and started to walk forward. It was just a six-step walk plus Zhongqiu's peak fist.

Just as the two were about to charge forward, Chen Pingan stepped forward, like a mountain pressing on their shoulders, unable to move their bodies, as if they would die if they made a slight movement.

One more step, both of them froze physically and mentally, the heroic young man was about to grit his teeth and move forward, while the young girl wanted to take a step sideways to avoid the sharp edge before making plans.

After Chen Ping's understatement for three steps, the aura of the two brothers and sisters has completely collapsed.

After four steps, the two had already staggered back, sweating profusely, their faces pale.

Chen Pingan stopped and asked, "Why don't you punch if you know you won't die with a punch? If one day, you really divide life and death with someone, and you know it's death, wouldn't you dare to punch? Then you are Isn't it only possible to punch against opponents who are evenly matched, or enemies who are weaker than you?"

The boy sat down on the ground.

The girl said angrily: "Senior, you are a top-notch grandmaster. Once you come here to overwhelm others, how can there be such a discussion in the world, such a teaching of boxing skills..."

Chen Ping still asked, "Why didn't you throw a single punch?"

The boy lowered his head.

The girl's eyes were red, and she started to cry, but she just tried her best to look at the stranger who liked to bully others.

Chen Pingan realized that he might have gone too far, turned his head, and apologized to Zhong Qiu: "I seldom compete with others, and I don't know the real rules of the world."

Zhong Qiu shook his head, thoughtfully, and said softly: "I teach my disciples boxing, because I am afraid that they will make mistakes, so I too much follow the four-character motto of 'Fist is high and nothing is good'. Fighting, don't bully others, the punches are not serious, they are more thinking that they will join the battlefield in the future, and they will have at least ten years to serve their family and country, so the disciples in the sect have been suppressed by me. Now it seems that I can't say It’s wrong, but after all, it kills the possibility of them being better than blue.”

Zhong Qiu sighed, and smiled at Chen Pingan: "It has to be changed."

I never thought that the young man could barely bear such humiliation to outsiders, but the only thing he couldn't bear was the "confession" of the mentor he regarded as his father, and it was for them. In the heart of the young Yan Shijing, the master Zhongqiu is truly flawless Master Wu is still a saint.

In a rage, the young man stood up abruptly, but instead of sneaking up on the man in the green shirt, he glared at each other, "Come again!"

Chen Pingan stepped forward, but instead of "slowly" punching his fist, he punched Yan Shijing on the forehead, like a wind and thunder.

The boy took another step back.

Chen Pingan asked, "What about your punch?"

The young man was at a loss and lost his mind.

Chen Pingan sighed, turned around and said to Zhong Qiu: "Someone told me that practicing boxing seems to be to cultivate strength, but to be a pure martial artist, but it is really important to cultivate the mind. Since practicing boxing, we can't talk about it anymore. What is human nature. Like Mr. Zhong, you said that you can’t fight high. I thought about it for a while, and it makes sense, but you can’t fight high. For a person with your level and cultivation level, Mr. Zhong, what you should do is only you It’s just the principles that disciples should understand, it’s one thing to understand the principles, and another thing to do right now, only in this way can we have a clear conscience about whoever punches us in the future.”

Zhong Qiu smiled and nodded, "That's exactly the reason."

He has a general understanding of Chen Pingan's temper, and he must pursue perfection when doing a thing, no matter how big or small, so even if he was really uneasy in advance and didn't know how to compete with others or teach others boxing techniques, once he took the first step, Chen Pingan Taking out the earnestness of encircling and suppressing the enemy in the first battle on the street, Zhong Qiu was a bystander, so he could see it clearly. Maybe Chen Pingan himself didn't know how confident he was at that moment!

Even, there will be a kind of conceit that "when I punch, I will be a martial artist in the world, just look up and sigh that the sky is here".

Zhong Qiu is actually a bit good. How did Chen Pingan, who is so approachable, achieve this state of mind when he punches.Even better, how did Chen Pingan practice boxing.

In any case, both Chen Pingan and Zhong Qiu pay respects.

Chen Ping was a little embarrassed, "It's just something I thought about randomly, and it may not be suitable for your disciple, Mr. Zhong."

Zhong Qiu shook his head, and said seriously: "There are always some truths, which are universally applicable. What you said just now is suitable for all martial arts practitioners."

Chen Pingan was afraid that the young girl's heart of practicing martial arts would be like a crack in the mirror of her heart, so she carefully prepared her words. Although she was not very good at it, she tried her best to comfort her: "Practicing boxing people, apart from being able to endure hardships, they also need to be calm. Be quick and calm, keep moving forward, then one day, no matter you meet me, or a master like your master, or a seemingly invincible opponent like Ding Ying, you will be able to punch very fast, the fastest."

Chen Pingan looked at the two men with a serious face, "There is no one in front of me, just fists!"

The teenager and the girl were ignorant and stared in confusion, but the grief and indignation on their faces and the fear in their hearts were much less.

Zhong Qiu nodded slightly.

This is not teaching boxing, it is clearly pointing out a "martial arts".

As for these two silly children, how far they can go in the future, or whether they can take this martial arts mountaineering road, depends on both talent and opportunity.

Chen Pingan, who received his punches, no longer had that kind of momentum. Looking at the two pitiful young girls, he felt a little uneasy, and asked Zhong Qiu: "Is it too big and too empty?"

Zhong Qiu jokingly said: "It's almost done, what do you want me to say today to flatter you before you give up?"

Chen Pingan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Zhong Qiu looked at the two disciples, Yan Shijing and the others did not have this kind of treatment, "You don't need to practice boxing today, think about why you dare not punch, and if you understand it, it's not too late to practice boxing."

Boys and girls cupped their fists to accept the order.

Zhong Qiu and Chen Ping left together.

After Master Guoshi and that strange man left, these young guys quickly chattered, mostly to comfort Yan Shijing and the girl, mixed with some exclamation. One hand, but after all, no one has ever seen Zhong Qiu punch with his own eyes, even if everyone has a strong expert guard, but each one has a high level of vision, so today I saw that person make a fist, it was just a punch, it was still I feel that this trip is worthwhile.

Yan Shijing left the crowd first, the young man was not in high spirits, squatting on the steps, a little dazed.

After chatting with her friends, the girl sat next to her little senior brother Yan Shijing, defending him and said, "What's so great about it, after all, that person is just relying on his ability to point fingers at us, which is really annoying. Master's face."

Yan Shijing looked into the distance, "I think what he said makes sense, and Master agrees."

The girl said angrily: "I don't believe that he dared to say such big words to our master, Yu Zhenyi, and that old devil Ding. He said it lightly and punched him!"

Yan Shijing clenched his fists tightly, "I will not be lazy from now on, I have to practice boxing well, and I also ask my master to teach me more advanced boxing techniques every day. One day, I want that person to take back everything he said today!"

The girl stared at the little brother's side face with gleaming eyes, "You can definitely do it! The senior brother said that your talent is the person closest to our master. If you practice boxing for five more years, now you can compete with me. Jingxinzhai Fan Guaner, Chunchao Palace Hairpin Lang Zhou Shi and the others competed."

On the ridge of the roof, Zhong Qiu accompanied Chen Pingan and secretly sat beside him. Zhong Qiu didn't know why, but Chen Pingan proposed to go back quietly, and then sat here, listening to the nonsense of the children below.

But after hearing the conversation between Yan Shijing and Yan Shijing at the end, Zhong Qiu still couldn't guess Chen Pingan's intentions, but the national teacher felt a little regretful and disappointed, but he was not too disappointed with the two children.

Chen Ping stood up with a smile, and Zhong Qiu really left here.

On the way back, Chen Pingan learned a lot of martial arts and boxing from Zhongqiu.

The two parted ways halfway, and Chen Pingan picked a street restaurant, and ordered a jug of wine and two dishes of side dishes to accompany the wine. The wine was the most expensive kind in the restaurant.

The old Taoist appeared out of nowhere and sat opposite Chen Pingan. No one in the lively wine shop noticed that something was wrong. A wine bowl appeared in front of the old Taoist, and the wine was poured into the bowl from the wine pot. Scrambled eggs with scallions, eating with relish, said with a smile: "Did you know that you took so many things for granted in the past, and always felt that you were an ordinary person. As long as others are willing to work hard, most of them can get to where you are today? Isn't that right?" Find out, this is ridiculous?"

Chen Pingan asked: "The old man is so free?"

The old Taoist also answered irrelevant questions like Chen Pingan, "Then you look down on the person who taught you the truth and taught you boxing techniques. If you keep following the previous state of mind, sooner or later, you will be in the same situation as that person, at a loss. Looking around, being alone, I still don’t want to ask for help when the time comes, for fear of implicating others, haha, probably a ‘deserving death’ can still be obtained.”

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "If I'm not good enough, instead of sitting here and drinking with the old seniors leisurely, I will die here, and I will die for no reason. I will wait until the next life, even if I get enlightened by luck, but wait for me Leaving Ouhua Blessed Land, no matter what the outside world looks like, I can't wait to fight the old man to my death."

The old Taoist drank wine and ate the appetizers, and said casually: "Of course, since you have entered Ouhua Blessed Land, if you are not good enough, you will die at the hands of Lu Fang or Ding Ying, unless Chen Qingdu joins forces with the old scholar, I will pinch your nose and let you go, otherwise you can just stay here and reincarnate. Therefore, you should toast yourself with a glass of wine and toast yourself for surviving."

Deep in Chen Ping's heart, this old Taoist was no better than the man selling candied haws.

It's not that the old Taoist deliberately targeted Chen Pingan. In fact, Chen Pingan knew that he didn't have the qualifications at all, and it wasn't that the old Taoist was wrong.

Chen Ping just simply didn't like that feeling.

Even they are not looking at the ants with the eyes of mountain people, but more like a person looking at the chickens raised by himself. Whether they are fattened up, slaughtered and eaten, or continue to raise them, depends on their mood.

However, it is also possible that Chen Ping'an is not standing high enough to see the human scenery in front of them at all.

Chen Ping drank a bowl of wine.

Not to mention whether Jianghu is good or not, the drinks in Ouhua Blessed Land are really not good.

Chen Pingan drank slowly, completely ignoring the old Taoist, thinking about how he got to where he is today.

From Niping Lane, I always thought of the alley outside Cao Qinglang's gate.

It turns out that in the world, there are countless forks under everyone's feet.

Be kind to yourself.

Only then can we treat the world kindly.

But it's hard.

You can pour wine over the injustices in your heart, but there are so many injustices in the world, so what should you do?After I, Chen Ping, my punches got higher and higher, and my swords got faster and faster, so the greater my ability, the more I saw other people's injustices, should I take care of everything?But if you don't care, how will you get over the hurdles in your heart?Isn't it also an unfair thing?Will he fail Mr. Qi and the truth of the book?Live up to yourself as Li Baoping's junior uncle?

But I also want revenge, to complete the agreement with Sister Sword Spirit, to practice boxing, to become a warrior of the seven realms, to practice swords, to build the Changsheng Bridge to become a Great Sword Immortal, to study, to be like Mr. Qi, I still want to To marry such a good girl as a daughter-in-law...

How to do it?

Don't think about the thousands of reasons, let's talk when drunk!

With a plop, Chen Ping'an fell heavily on the wine table.

Sleeping dream, as if someone asked him how he felt after seeing the biggest river, Chen Pingan was drunk, he smiled and replied that the water is so big, the fish must be big, the little treasure bottle always complained that his fish soup was too weak, next time it will be Catch a big fish, add enough salt!

The old Taoist twitched his mouth, no longer drank wine from the jug with the Taoist method, but poured himself a bowl of wine with his own hands, and asked again: "There are so many mountains, how is the scenery like?"

Chen Ping slapped the table with a slap, still talking drunkenly, muttering, I don’t know, but there is a saying in the book, I see how charming the green mountains are... But I have walked many mountain roads, and it is difficult to walk in rainy and snowy weather, it is too difficult gone……

The old Taoist put down his wine glass, looked at Chen Pingan opposite, and said angrily, "How did Qi Jingchun teach such a drunkard?"

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