Sword comes

The sound of footsteps came from Song Jixin's door. Liu Xianyang was about to jump off the wall, but he didn't see him. He heard his voice first, and someone asked with a warm smile, "Are you old man Yao from Baoxi Kiln? 's apprentice? Surnamed Liu?"

It was the kiln inspector who was wearing a white coat and a jade belt tied around his waist. He strode out of the threshold and looked towards the wall with a smile on his face.

Liu Xianyang's body stiffened, and found that he didn't have the strength to jump off the wall. He smiled guilty and said, "If you go back to the lord, it's me. When the lord went to our Long Kiln to open the kiln, the master asked me to demonstrate a few things to the lord. "

The man nodded, looked at the tall young man, and asked straight to the point: "Young man, do you want to go outside and take a look? For example, join the army and fight, I guarantee that as long as you survive for ten years, you can become a high-ranking official. When that time comes, I will personally give you a drink in the capital to celebrate, how about that?"

Song Jixin, who was standing behind the man, had a gloomy expression on his face, and clenched the old dragon cloth rain jade pendant that Fu Nanhua had given him.

This reading seed, who has held the titles of "illegitimate child" and "wild seed" for many years, now knows the true identity of the man around him, so the young man understands the weight of the words of the man better. It will be a Da Li's most powerful life-saving charm, and the longest Qingyun ladder in the officialdom.

Liu Xianyang racked his brains to come up with some sour and vinegary words, and stammered: "Thank you for your love, the superintendent, I am very frightened... It's just that the young man has promised to be an apprentice at Master Ruan's blacksmith's shop. I hope you don’t… adults don’t count…”

What the tall boy wanted to say suddenly stuck in his throat, and he couldn't remember life or death, his face flushed with anxiety.

Song Jixin reminded, seemingly empathetic: "It's the adults who don't remember the deeds of the villains."

The man in white robe smiled and ignored it, "It's okay, when you have a chance to leave the town one day, you can go to the nearest Danyang Mountain Pass and find a warrior named Liu Linxi, saying that Song Changjing in the capital recommended you to join the army here, if he doesn't believe it, You just told him about the man named Song Changjing, that you, Liu Linxi, still owe him [-] heads of the Great Sui Bianqi."

Liu Xianyang nodded and said, "Okay."

The man smiled and left, and Song Jixin wanted to stop when he arrived at the gate of the hospital. The man seemed to have lost his mind, and said without turning his head, "Follow me to the Superintendent's Office, and I will show you someone."

Song Jixin's feet were rooted to the ground like nails, and he said with a dark face, "I'm not going!"

The place with a very high threshold for the people of the small town, for the young man who grew up listening to gossip and rumors year after year, it is a dragon pool and a tiger's den, and it is an insurmountable heart.

The man who has always acted resolutely and resolutely outside, did not annoy the young man's lack of understanding of the current affairs, nor stopped his pace, but slowed down a lot: "According to the records of the spy's eyeliner of the government office, you have already met the prince of the Sui Dynasty surnamed Gao, right? ? Do you know that the Gao family of the Sui Dynasty and our Dali Song family are thousands of years old enemies who share a mortal hatred. They are also princes. He dares to come to this small town located in the hinterland of the enemy country Dali, and you Song Jixin? , is also a prince, but dare not go to a small official residence on the territory of his own family?"

Song Jixin didn't chew on the deep meaning of these words for the first time, but turned his head to look at Liu Xianyang, and saw the tall boy sitting on the wall rubbing his hands and legs, as if he didn't hear the man at all.

The corner of the mouth of the prince in the white robe of Da Li who was walking in the mud bottle alley twitched, and the man got a little unexpected joy.

It is indeed the seed of our old Song family.

However, when he thought that the young man was still the son of that woman, as the powerful king of Dali's first martial arts master, he felt a little disturbed and troubled.

Song Jixin gritted his teeth, turned around and said to Zhigui who was standing at the door of the house, "I'll go back when I go, don't worry about me for lunch."

Just as Song Jixin walked out of the courtyard, he turned his head and smiled and said, "Take the pocket of broken money by my bed and go to the Du family shop to buy the pair of dragon and phoenix fragrances. Anyway, we won't have to save money in the future."

Zhigui nodded and made a careful mute gesture.

Song Jixin smiled happily and left gracefully.

When Song Jixin walked away, Liu Xianyang, who was sitting on the wall, asked cautiously, "Zhigui, what is the relationship between Song Jixin and the inspector?"

Chikyu looked at the tall boy with pity.

Liu Xianyang couldn't stand her gaze the most, "What are you doing, you just know an official who is in charge of firing porcelain, is it amazing?"

Zhigui twitched the corners of his mouth and went back to the house to get food, and started feeding the old hen and the fluffy chicks.

Liu Xianyang felt disheartened for no reason, jumped off the wall and shouted into the house: "Chen, let's go to the blacksmith shop! Don't be so useless."

The girl turned her back to the yard next door separated by a wall, and said with a laugh, "Buddha fights for a stick of incense, and people fight for a breath, but it's a pity that a useless person only has a stomach full of fuss."

Liu Xianyang's blood surged up, his ears turned red, he walked to the yellow mud wall and slammed his fist on the wall, "Wang Zhu! Say it again if you have the ability!"

The maid threw away all the corn and vegetable leaves, clapped her hands, turned her head and said with a smile, "Who do you think you are, let me just say it?"

Liu Xianyang looked at the girl who was drawing a bar, more and more bright and moving, speechless, and her heart was empty, like a porcelain bowl in her heart that fell to the ground.

In fact, Chen Ping'an was already standing on the threshold. After seeing this scene, he walked quickly to the yard and said softly, "Let's go."

The two teenagers were walking side by side in the alley, and the tall teenager suddenly asked, "Chen Pingan, am I very hopeless?"

Chen Pingan thought about it and said seriously: "The neighbors in the alley all say that my mother is very good, and they also say that my father is notoriously boring, so I think it has nothing to do with who I like or not. So big."

Liu Xianyang grimaced, "Then I'm even worse. Even if I work hard to build a dragon kiln in the future, or learn Master Ruan's craftsmanship, doesn't she also dislike me!"

Chen Ping'an kept his mouth shut so as not to add fuel to the fire.

Chen Ping'an was walking in a familiar alley, and suddenly remembered a scene. In his early years, he followed old man Yao into the deep mountains along the stream. He saw a small elk drinking water by the water. He was not afraid when he saw him. Looking at the stream, he did not leave for a long time.In addition to the reflection of the elk on the water surface of the stream, there is also a swimming fish lingering in the water.

Before walking out of the ancestral house, Miss Ning suggested that since he had a pagoda tree leaf, he should leave the town early. With the invisible shelter of the pagoda tree leaf in the ancestral shade, there would be no major accidents, and it was best not to stay too long in the town. For a long time, because she didn't know whether Liu Xianyang's matter would affect him and Chen Ping'an.But Chen Pingan insisted on seeing Liu Xianyang accepted as an apprentice by Master Ruan with his own eyes before he could leave with peace of mind.

Because there was no Liu Xianyang back then, he would have starved to death long ago.

Of course, Chen Pingan also hoped that the girl Ning could heal her injury at his house, but the boy didn't dare to say it, for fear that she would think it was frivolous.

Chen Ping'an suddenly asked, "Isn't that treasure armor that your grandfather left to you never sold to outsiders?"

Liu Xianyang said with a straight face: "Nonsense, of course I won't sell it if I die!"

He punched the boy next to him on the shoulder and joked, "I'm not a money fan like you."

The tall boy clasped the back of his head with both hands, "Some things are temporarily unavailable and can be earned with money, but when some things are gone, they will really be gone in this life."

Chen Pingan said to himself, "Understood."

When he was about to reach the entrance of Mud Bottle Alley, Liu Xianyang uttered a foul language, and Chen Ping'an put away his thoughts and looked up, suddenly feeling a little heavy.

It was Lu Zhengchun, the eldest son of the Lu family from Fulu Street. Back then, he was the one who brought a group of friends and friends to block Liu Xianyang in this alley, and almost beat him to death. Liu Xianyang, who has no elder relatives, is afraid that he will really be thrown into the mass grave.

Song Jixin was squatting on the wall to watch the excitement, and he kept making waves, and then told Chen Pingan, who had lingering fears, that Lu Zhengchun's behavior was called "being a man of anger" outside the town.

Lu Zhengchun blocked Liu Xianyang's way, squeezed out a smile and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm not here to settle an old account with you today, but..."

Liu Xianyang interrupted the words of the son of the Lu family, "Come back? The good dog will not stand in the way, let me go!"

Lu Zhengchun's face was embarrassed, he forced a smile and said, "Liu Xianyang, I really have something to discuss with you this time. Last time, you ran away without waiting for us to finish our sentence. It's not good, you should listen anyway. Listen to the conditions I gave here, right? Seriously speaking, we two buddies don't know each other, there is no need to be so stiff, me and those guests are very sincere!"

Liu Xianyang tilted his head and said sarcastically, "Why, are you still addicted to matchmaking? I'm surprised, you say that you Lu Zhengchun is the grandson of the richest family in our town, why do you like to give it to others? An outsider is a dog's leg?"

Lu Zhengchun's face was ashen, but he still had to maintain the smile on his face. The whole person looked very funny, almost pleading: "Liu Xianyang, as long as you ask, no matter what you want, they will try their best to satisfy you, such as copper coins? Or you Let’s talk about the amount, how about it? For example... 150 guan? Even... [-] guan, I can also help you bargain. Two hundred guan, this will allow you to buy half a house on our Fulu Street gone."

Liu Xianyang stared at the eyes and face of the person in front of him, and said contemptuously, "Two hundred kangaroos, are you sending the beggars? Are you still sincere? I advise you to stop fooling around with me, I still have to go about my business, you go away!"

At the corner outside Mud Bottle Alley, a little girl doll carved in pink and jade was riding on the shoulders of a burly old man, and a boy in a red robe was held by the woman. With a sullen look, he said in the language of his hometown: "Is this Lu family too stupid? What's the use of it..."

The woman shook her head and smiled softly: "To be kind to others, you must know how to fight against others, negotiate business, and make the most of your profits. You should, like Lu Zhengchun, first test the bottom line of the other party's psychological price."

The child wondered: "Doing business with these native pariahs also requires such trouble?"

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The woman smiled and said: "Human nature is complex, people are dark, and they are not based on the level of cultivation. Even if people in small places are short-sighted, they are not all fools. If you think this way, sooner or later, you will suffer. "

The child snorted, "Mother is very familiar with people's hearts, why don't you come out and talk directly?"

The woman explained patiently: "Look at our clothes. No matter which store you go to to buy things, as long as you are a little shrewd seller, you can't help but slaughter customers."

The child sighed, "It's just too uncomfortable for us to be so twisted."

The woman squatted down, held the child's cheeks with both hands, looked at the face that resembled his father, and said sternly: "Remember, cultivating the mind is also one of the practices. Cultivating strength in good times and cultivating heart in adversity are indispensable. "

The child shook his head, broke free from the woman's hands, and said angrily, "It's annoying to come back to this empty logic again."

The woman was a little helpless, but she did not continue to teach the truth in earnest and sincere. She only felt that her children were talented and strong, and she had two family backgrounds as backers, so there was still a long way to go. Although her temperament was a little paranoid and gloomy, but It can be simmered slowly, and pulling the seedlings to encourage growth is the biggest problem.

Listening to the boring conversation in the alley, the girl was a little worried, "Grandpa Bai Yuan, if that person is unwilling to sell things, what should we do?"

The old man with his hands and knees like a monkey smiled, "Then let him die. The old slave is here to deal with the worst situation, otherwise the money will be lost. There is not even a sound. But the safety of the young lady will be a little troublesome at that time, and it is estimated that it will be entrusted to the Song family or the Li family."

Aside from other things, if he kills someone, although the old man will be expelled from the country by the sage, it would be considered as throwing a pebble into the water compared to a silent blow, and it would be a bit of a splash.

It's just that the old man will never make such a decision unless it is a last resort. After all, no matter how important the sword is, and Zhengyang Mountain is regarded as a treasure, it is far inferior to the longevity avenue of this young lady on his shoulders. At least for the elderly, that is the case.

There are four surnames and ten clans in the town, headed by the Lu family.

But if it is placed outside, on the contrary, it is actually the Lu family who is at the bottom, originating from a dynasty dominated by the Lu family, which was destroyed by the joint efforts of the two frontier armies of Dali. is already in jeopardy.

On the other side of the alley, Liu Xianyang listened to Lu Zhengchun talking about high officials, rich wealth, and beautiful women. He was very annoyed at Song Jixin who had fallen out of the bookcase. He stepped forward and pointed at Lu Zhengchun's nose. "That armor is the ancestral heirloom of my Liu family, and it has nothing to do with money! Even if you let me move to your house today, from now on you Lu Zhengchun calls my grandfather every day, and I'm too lazy to care about you! The surname is Lu, listen. Is it clear?!"

Lu Zhengchun, who was standing alone at the mouth of the clay bottle alley, stared at the slut in front of him.

Previously, he served as a lobbyist over the covered bridge, blocking Liu Xianyang's way to the blacksmith's shop, but he didn't get a good job. He returned to the house on Fulu Street. Grandpa had entertained those high-ranking guests, and quietly called him to the secret room. , didn't say any harsh words, didn't say any big words about the family's great cause, just pointed at the corpse under the white cloth, "Zheng Chun, grandpa has no other requirements, just hope that your brother will not die, I hope that on the first seven days, you have already walked out. The town, just take a look at the scenery outside for him."

Lu Zhengchun's eyes suddenly became wet, and he choked and trembled: "Liu Xianyang, I beg you, okay?"

Liu Xianyang was stunned.

This young man in brocade clothes and jade food became more and more vulnerable and helpless, his lips trembled, and he couldn't help crying: "Okay? I'll kneel down for you, and I'll admit you wrong, okay?"

Plop.

Lu Zhengchun knelt firmly on the mud floor of Mud Bottle Alley and began to kowtow.

The boy has gold under his knees.

The young man kowtowed unequivocally, banging loudly.

At the base of the outer wall of Mud Bottle Alley, the little girl gently kicked the old man's chest, thinking about which mountain peaks she had seen along the way, and which one to choose to move back to her hometown.

The boy gloated at the misfortune, and asked casually, "Mother, did this man surnamed Lu lose his mind? Are we really going to leave the town with a lunatic in the future, how embarrassing is that?"

The woman looked complicated, thinking of many strange people and strange things she had witnessed with her own eyes, she hesitated to speak, and finally shook her head and said, "No way."

Liu Xianyang was at a loss.

Even if the tall boy broke his head, he could not have imagined that Lu Zhengchun would do such a thing. The eldest grandson of the wealthiest portal in a small town, just knelt at his feet and kowtowed?

Liu Xianyang's face was tangled. At this moment, the straw-shoe boy who had been observing Liu Xianyang and Lu Zhengchun suddenly pulled his sleeve and shook his head gently at him.

Liu Xianyang couldn't bear it in his heart: "This is too outrageous..."

Chen Pingan's eyes were firm and self-evident.

The tall and carefree young man is already showing signs of softening his heart.

But in the eyes of the black-clothed girl, the straw-shoe boy, who was a bad guy, seemed extremely hard-hearted at the moment.

Chen Ping'an's intuition told him that if Liu Xianyang agreed to this deal before Lu Zhengchun knelt down, he might suffer at most, but his life would be safe.But now Liu Xianyang has fallen into the predicament he encountered before. At that time, if Mr. Qi hadn't intervened, his fate would have been to kill Fu Nanhua and then be killed, either from Yunxia Mountain or from Old Longcheng.

What's more deadly is that according to the "rules" that Ning told him, if Lu Zhengchun himself is from a small town, if he or the Lu family wants to kill Liu Xianyang, Mr. Qi will most likely be out of control.

Chen Ping'an's mind changed, and while Lu Zhengchun was still kowtowing desperately, he lowered his voice and said to Liu Xianyang, "If you really can't, just pretend to agree to him. Let's see Master Ruan first, and we'll talk about it when you are accepted as an apprentice."

Liu Xianyang nodded and said to Lu Zhengchun, "Dude, you'd better get up first, get up and talk! You're so fucking neat, what a business!"

Lu Zhengchun didn't get up, he raised his head, the red and swollen forehead was covered with mud.

Liu Xianyang said helplessly: "But you need to go back first, make a good sum with them, and negotiate a fair price, don't fool me anymore, I'm not a fool, what two hundred copper coins, not to mention whether I will lose money or not. When you go to grandma's house, don't you just say that those noble people don't think it's cheap?"

Lu Zhengchun got up slowly and said with a smile, "That's the reason! As long as you're willing to let go, Liu Xianyang, I'll be your brother from now on, Lu Zhengchun! It doesn't matter if you recognize me or not, I recognize you anyway!"

Liu Xianyang walked over, hooked his shoulders with Lu Zhengchun, walked towards the alley together, and comforted: "Old Lu, I will take my brother to enjoy happiness together in the future. When the deal is negotiated, I should treat you to a drink. Good wine."

Lu Zhengchun wiped his forehead and smiled happily: "It's not easy to drink, what's so difficult about it, and I'm here to invite you, how can I make you spend money, let's just say that, otherwise, brother, I'll be angry."

Liu Xianyang laughed and said, "I know that you are a kind person, Lao Lu, and it's not wrong to mix with you in the future!"

Chen Pingan followed behind the two of them, leaning slightly to the side of the alley wall, staring at the movement on the other side of the alley.

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The man in white robe brought Song Jixin, a young man, to the back hall of the Superintendent's Office under the lead box of the elderly steward.

The steward said that Mr. Li, who came from afar, waited here for half an hour, and said that he would leave for the school to visit a Confucian elder.

Song Changjing didn't say a word about this, just asked: "The assassin who died in the alley, did you find out which party's chess piece?"

The steward hesitated.

Song Changjing frowned and said, "Huh?"

The old man hurriedly bent down and said in fear, "It's the Song family on Fulu Street."

Song Changjing sneered: "I don't know how to give this king a little surprise!"

The old man was sweating profusely.

Song Jixin was silent, his eyes were burning.

Inside the school, Qi Jingchun put down the book gently, turned to look, there was a handsome young man standing by the door, wearing a high-ranked Confucian shirt, smiling but not saying a word.

Qi Jingchun's face was calm and unsmiling.

In the small town, a bald man in strange clothes, walking barefoot and looking withered, came to the iron lock well, looked at the deep well, folded his hands, closed his eyes and said softly: "One bowl of water in the Buddha's view, one hundred and eighty thousand. insect."

Outside the town, on the top of a mountain, someone stood on the thick branch of a towering ancient tree, overlooking the outline of the town, with a tiger talisman hanging from his waist and a long sword on his back.

Beyond this place.

On a long road sloping upwards that seemed to reach the sky, surrounded by clouds and mists, there was no scenery in sight.

There was a young Taoist nun Huangguan, riding a white deer and slowly ascending the heights.

Next to her was a Taoist priest with a face like a crown of jade. His steps were light and smooth, like running clouds and flowing water. There were two big fish with long beards, one red and one green, lingering and swimming around him.

The soldiers of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, the three religions, are about to gather in the town.

In the blacksmith shop by the stream on the south side of the town, the father and daughter forged iron, and sparks splashed like a splendid rain of fire.

The man held the sword embryo and said to the ponytail girl who was swinging the hammer, "Don't go to the town during this time."

The strength of the girl's hand immediately weakened a lot, and she felt that all her strength had slipped away with the snacks in the town.

The man laughed angrily: "Promising!"

The girl turned her grief and anger into strength, and slammed it hard on the red sword.

Under the shining sparks, the girl came into the world like a god of fire.