Sword comes

If he had never been to Fulu Street or Taoye Lane, Chen Pingan might not have realized the darkness and narrowness of Niping Lane in his entire life.However, the straw sandal boy not only did not feel lost, but finally felt at ease. The boy smiled and stretched out his hands, just in time to touch the yellow mud wall twice with his palms. I remember that about three or four years ago, Chen Pingan could only touch it with his fingertips. mud wall.

When he walked to the front of his house, he found the courtyard door wide open, and the teenager who thought he had been robbed hurriedly ran into the courtyard, only to see a tall teenager sitting on the threshold with his back against the locked door, yawning boredly, and seeing Chen Chen. After he was safe, he stood up like his butt was burning, ran to Chen Ping'an, clenched Chen Ping's arm tightly, dragged him towards the house, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and open the door, I have something important to tell you!"

Chen Ping'an couldn't break free of this guy's shackles, so he had to pull him to open the door of the house. The sturdy young man two years older than him quickly smashed Chen Ping'an away, tiptoely touched Chen Ping'an's wooden bed, His ears were stuck to the wall, and he heard the base of the wall next door.

Chen Pingan asked curiously, "Liu Xianyang, what are you doing?"

The tall boy turned a deaf ear to Chen Ping's question. After about half a stick of incense, Liu Xianyang returned to normal, sitting on the edge of the wooden bed with a complicated expression, both relieved and regretful.

Only at this moment did Liu Xianyang realize that Chen Ping'an was doing a strange deed, crouching inside the door, leaning out, burning a piece of yellow paper with only a thumb-sized candle, and the ashes fell outside the threshold.It seemed that Chen Ping'an was still chanting, but it was a little far away, so Liu Xianyang couldn't really hear it.

Liu Xianyang is the close disciple of old Yao Yao, an old-fashioned dragon kiln. As for Chen Ping'an, who is dull in aptitude, the old man never really recognized this apprentice from the beginning to the end. In the local area, the apprentice did not worship the teacher's tea, or the master did not drink it. A cup of tea is equivalent to not being a teacher or apprentice.Chen Ping'an and Liu Xianyang are not neighbors, and their ancestral homes are quite far away. The reason why Liu Xianyang would introduce Chen Ping'an to old man Yao at that time was because he had a period of old grudges when he was a teenager. Before his grandfather died, there was still an elder in the family. After his grandfather passed away, a young man who was as tall as a young man at the age of [-] or [-] became a troubled devil in the neighborhood. Later, for some unknown reason, Liu Xianyang He annoyed a group of Lu family's children, and ended up being blocked in the mud bottle alley and beaten hard. The other party was a young man who was in high spirits, and he never cared about the severity of his attack. Liu Xianyang was quickly beaten. He vomited blood, and more than a dozen families living in Mud Bottle Alley were mostly low-level craftsmen begging for a bowl of rice from Xiaolong Kiln. How dare they mix in this muddy water.

At that time, Song Jixin was not afraid at all, but happily squatted on the wall to watch the excitement, lest the world would not be chaotic.

In the end, there was only a skinny child who sneaked out of the yard, ran to the alley, and shouted to the street, "Dead, dead..."

Hearing the word "dead", the children of the Lu family woke up in horror. They saw Liu Xianyang on the ground covered in blood, and the tall boy was dying. Those rich young men finally felt a little scared. After looking at each other, they ran from the other end of the mud bottle alley. Lose.

But after that, Liu Xianyang not only didn't appreciate the child who saved his life, but instead came here to play tricks every once in a while, and the orphans were stubborn.Only a year later, when Liu Xianyang saw the little orphan named Chen, he probably couldn't stand the winter. He finally found out in his conscience that the young man who had been apprenticed in Longyao to learn art took the orphan to the building beside Baoxi. Going out of the town to the west of the dragon kiln, Liu Xianyang still didn't understand the dozens of miles of mountain road in the snowy day. The little guy who looked like charcoal had legs as detailed as bamboo poles. How did you get to the dragon kiln?However, although the old Yaotou still left Chen Ping'an in the end, he treated the two of them very differently. He also beat and scolded the closed disciple Liu Xianyang, but the blind man could also feel the good intentions. , smashed Liu Xianyang's forehead to ooze blood. The young man didn't feel anything because of his thick skin and flesh. Instead, it was the head of old Yao who was a master. He regretted it very much. What, I ended up going around in circles in my house in the middle of the night, still worried about Liu Xianyang, and finally had to call Chen Ping'an and send Liu Xianyang a bottle of ointment.

For so many years, Chen Pingan has always envied Liu Xianyang.

It's not that I envy Liu Xianyang's high talent, strength, and popularity.I just envy Liu Xianyang's fearlessness, he is heartless wherever he goes, and he never feels that living alone is such a bad thing.No matter where Liu Xianyang goes or who he gets along with, he will soon be able to hook shoulders and shoulders, call each other brothers, drink and punch.Because of his grandfather's poor health, Liu Xianyang was self-reliant very early on and became a king of children. He was skilled at catching snakes, fish, and bird nests. He seemed to be able to do everything, especially in the The boy is undoubtedly the best in the town for catching loach and eel fishing on the field ridges in the countryside.In fact, when Liu Xianyang dropped out of the school, that Mr. Qi went to find Liu Xianyang's grandfather who was on the sick bed, and said that he could not charge a penny, but Liu Xianyang refused to agree, saying that he only wanted to make money and didn't want to study. Mr. Qi Said that he could pay Liu Yangxian to be his book boy, but Liu Xianyang still refused to nod.In fact, Liu Xianyang lived quite well, even though old man Yao died and the dragon kiln was banned, within a few days he was spotted by the blacksmith in Qilong Lane, and he started to build thatched huts and stoves in the south of the town, he was very busy.

Liu Xianyang watched Chen Ping'an blow out the candle, put it on the table, and asked in a low voice, "Have you ever heard a strange noise in the morning, like..."

Chen Pingan sat on the bench and waited for the next sentence.

Liu Xianyang hesitated for a moment, then blushed slightly, "Like a cat meowing in spring."

Chen Pingan asked, "Did Song Jixin learn to meow, or Zhigui?"

Liu Xianyang rolled his eyes, stopped playing the piano to the cow, put his hands on the bed, slowly bent his elbows, then straightened his arms, his butt was off the bed, and his feet were off the ground.With his butt hanging in the air, he pouted and sneered: "What Zhigui is clearly called Wang Zhu. The surnamed Song likes to show off since he was a child. I don't know where I saw the word 'Zhigui', so I used it randomly. It doesn't matter whether the two words mean good or not. Wang Zhutan has such a young man, he really did something wrong in his previous life, otherwise he wouldn't have come to Song Jixin to suffer and suffer."

Chen Ping'an did not agree with the tall boy's statement.

Liu Xianyang, who had been in that position all the time, snorted coldly, "You really don't understand? Why did you help Wang Zhu's girl carry a bucket once, and then she never talked to you again? I'm sure it's Song Jixin's little belly. If you knock over the vinegar bottle, you will threaten Wang Zhu not to flirt with you, or else you will have to serve her family, not only breaking her legs, but also throwing them into the mud bottle alley..."

Chen Pingan couldn't listen anymore and interrupted Liu Xianyang's words, "Song Jixin is not bad for her."

Liu Xianyang said angrily, "Do you know what's good and what's bad?"

Chen Pingan's eyes were clear and he said softly, "Sometimes she works in the yard, and Song Jixin occasionally sits on the bench and reads his local county annals. When she reads Song Jixin, she often laughs."

Liu Xianyang's eyes were dull.

Suddenly, the thin wooden bed couldn't support Liu Xianyang's weight, it broke in half, and the tall boy sat on the ground.

Chen Ping'an squatted on the ground, holding his head with both heads, sighing, feeling a little headache.

Liu Xianyang scratched his head, stood up, and didn't say anything guilty, just kicked Chen Ping'an lightly and grinned: "Okay, it's just a small broken bed, I'm here today to bring you one. Great news, it's worth more than your broken bed!"

Chen Pingan raised his head.

Liu Xianyang said triumphantly, "After my master Ruan left the town, he suddenly said that he would dig a few wells by the stream in the south. There were not enough people and I needed to call for help, so I casually mentioned you and said There is a short winter melon, and the strength is not bad. Master Ruan also agreed to let you pass by yourself in the next two days."

Chen Pingan stood up suddenly and was about to say thank you.

Liu

Xian Yang raised a palm, "Stop, stop! Don't say thank you for your kindness! Just keep it in your heart!"

Chen Pingan grinned.

Liu Xianyang looked around, there was a fishing rod at the corner of the wall, a pair of slingshots was lying on the window, and a wooden bow was hanging on the wall.

He strode across the threshold, his boots apparently deliberately bypassing the ashes of the talismans.

Chen Pingan looked at the tall figure.

Liu Xianyang suddenly turned around and faced Chen Ping'an at the threshold. The tall boy sat on his waist with his feet on the ground. After taking a few steps straight, he threw a heavy punch, then closed his fist and raised his waist, laughing loudly, "Master Ruan is private. Tell me below, I only need to practice this boxing for a year to kill people!"

Liu Xianyang didn't seem to be satisfied, so he made a strange kicking motion, and said with a smile, "It's so good that the legs will go into the crotch, and the kick will suffocate the donkey!"

Finally, Liu Xianyang stretched out his thumb, pointed to his chest, and said proudly: "When Master Ruan taught me boxing techniques, I had some ideas and experiences, so I chatted with him, such as my unique knowledge of old man Yao's porcelain making." Master Ruan praised me as a once-in-a-hundred-year martial arts prodigy. From now on, you can just follow me, and you will be popular and hot!"

Out of the corner of Liu Xianyang's eyes, he saw that the maid next door had entered the room, and he suddenly lost his interest in acting as a hero.

He said to Chen Ping'an casually: "By the way, when I passed the old locust tree just now, there was an old man calling himself a 'storyteller' over there. If you want to talk to us, you can go take a look when you have time."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Liu Xianyang strode away from Mud Bottle Alley.

There are many rumors in the town about this rebellious young man who travels alone, but the young man likes to claim that his ancestors were generals who led troops to fight, so his family has the treasured armor that has been passed down from generation to generation.

It is said to be treasure armor, Chen Ping'an saw it once with his own eyes, but it actually looks ugly, like a wart on a human body, but also like a scar on an old tree.

However, Liu Xianyang's peers don't say that. They only talk about Liu Xianyang's ancestors. They were deserters. They fled to the town and became their son-in-law. Fortunately, they escaped the government's pursuit.To be sure, he seemed to have seen with his own eyes how Liu Xianyang's ancestors escaped from the battlefield, and how they fled all the way to this small town.

Chen Pingan thought for a while, crouched beside the threshold, and lowered his head to blow away the ashes.

Song Jixin didn't know when he was standing on the side of the courtyard wall, with his maid Zhigui next to him, and he shouted, "Would you like to go to the locust tree with us to play?"

Chen Pingan raised his head, "I won't go."

Song Jixin twitched the corners of his mouth, "It's boring."

He turned his head and smiled at his maid: "Zhigui, let's go! Go and buy you a whole jar of peach pollen from the general's stomach."

She shyly said, "A small cricket jar is enough."

After Song Jixin put his hands on his shoulders, he held his head high and strode forward, "My Song family, Zhongming Dingjie, and hairpins for generations, how can I be small, isn't it a disgrace to the family?!"

Chen Ping'an sat on the threshold and rubbed his forehead. In fact, when Song Jixin didn't say those weird nonsense, he didn't feel bad, but at such a time, if Liu Xianyang was present, he would definitely say that he really wanted to The back of Chao Song Jixin's head was knocked down with a brick.

Chen Ping'an leaned against the door of the house, thinking about tomorrow's situation, most likely it will be like today, the day after tomorrow, it will be like tomorrow, and so on, so he Chen Ping'an will go on like this all his life, until he is about the same as old Yao in the end. .

People eat soil for a lifetime, and soil eats people once.

Finally, close your eyes and open them again, it may be the next life.

The boy looked down at the straw sandals on his feet, and suddenly laughed.

Stepping on the bluestone slab is not the same as stepping on the mudflat.

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Liu Xianyang left the alley and passed the fortune-telling booth when the young Taoist recruited him: "Come on, the poor Taoist looks like you are cooking oil, it is definitely not a good omen, but don't be afraid, there is a way for the poor Taoist to help. You get rid of the disaster..."

Liu Xianyang was a little surprised. He remembered that this Taoist priest used to unravel fortune-telling for people, not to mention whether it was accurate or not, but this person really never took the initiative to solicit business, and almost all of them belonged to volunteers.Could it be that the dragon kiln is now closed to the imperial government, and this Taoist priest will also be unlucky, unable to open the pot, so he would rather kill it by mistake than place it by mistake?Liu Xianyang laughed and scolded: "Your method is to destroy wealth and eliminate disasters, right? Fuck your uncle, you want to cheat money from my pocket, in the next life!"

The young Taoist was not annoyed, and shouted to the tall boy: "I hope that this year Pepsi will be prosperous. Who knows that there will be disasters in my life. No disasters are not willing to recite the gods. If you want to be safe, you should burn incense... You should burn incense..."

Liu Xianyang turned around suddenly, and ran to the fortune-telling booth with quick steps.

The Taoist was obviously frightened, and after getting up, he didn't care about the stall, and ran away with his head in his arms.

Liu Xianyang stood beside the booth, looked at the embarrassed figure of the Taoist, laughed loudly, caught a glimpse of the lottery on the table, and pushed it down at will, the bamboo sticks slid out of the lottery, finally showing a fan shape on the table.

Liu Xianyang pointed at the Taoist who stopped in the distance, "I'll see you fight once again!"

The young Taoist clasped his fists and bowed, begging for mercy.

Liu Xianyang just gave up.

The young Taoist waited until the tall and young man walked away before he dared to take his seat again, and sighed, "The world is hard, and people's hearts are not ancient, making it difficult for the poor to make a living."

At this moment, the Taoist's eyes lit up, he quickly closed his eyes, and said in a clear voice: "The pond is full of frogs, and the sound of frogs piercing people's stomachs is the heart. This place is famous for its fame, and it is only suitable for the wind to move in all directions!"

The pair of teenagers and girls obviously heard the words of the Taoist, but unfortunately they did not intend to stop.

The Taoist opened his eyes slightly, and seeing that he was about to miss out on business again, he had to slap the table and raise his voice, "Zhuang Yuan is a child of the world, and the prime minister is nothing more than a worldly person. god!"

Song Jixin and her maid Zhigui just moved on.

The Taoist was disheartened and muttered in a low voice, "This day will not pass."

The young man turned his head without warning, threw a copper coin to the young Taoist from a distance, and said with a bright smile, "Lend you auspicious words!"

The Taoist hurriedly caught the copper coin, spread out his palm and looked at it, frowning, it was the smallest amount of money.

but.

The young Taoist gently placed the copper coin on the table.

In an instant, a oriole fell on the table, lowered its head, and lightly pecked at the copper coin. After that, it held it in its mouth and looked up at the young Taoist. People are no different.

The Taoist said softly, "Go, you shouldn't stay here for a long time."

The oriole disappeared in a flash.

The young Taoist looked around, and finally stopped at the tall archway in the distance, which happened to be facing the four-character plaque of "Qi Chong Bullfighting", and said with emotion: "It's a pity."

Finally, the Taoist added, "If you can sell it outside, why would you have 800 taels of silver?"