Sword comes

In the dark of night, Song Changjing returned alone, supervising the construction of the government office, and the young Song Jixin had already gone to the mud bottle alley, which was like a kennel. The man did not force it. He was able to snore loudly, so the nephew who was freed had not lived so well in the past few years as Tian Huang's nobleman. Song Changjing didn't feel that he owed the child.It would be good to be able to return to the capital of Dali alive.

The elderly steward of the government office had been waiting at the door with a lantern in his hand.

Song Changjing took the lead to cross the threshold with only one side door open, strode forward, and said, "Don't lead the way."

The old butler nodded silently, slowed his pace, and left quietly.

The government office on Fulu Street is not luxuriously built, and it occupies far less land than the mansion of Lu and Li. I don't think it's wrong.

However, Song Changjing is different. The younger brother of the current Emperor Dali, who is also the same mother and younger brother, has also made great achievements in pioneering the world, and is also the top martial arts master in Dongbaopingzhou.

His arrival is like crossing Jianglong into a small lake. Even if the local snakes are not afraid, facing a person like Song Changjing, everyone will show the respectful attitude they should have.

When Song Changjing passed a small courtyard, he saw that someone was reading at night with the lights in the room, sitting upright, and when he was alone, he was still meticulous.

A true gentleman.

Song Changjing's sleeves were swaying, and he walked quickly with a sneering smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the past, there was a young man who studied at Guanhu Academy. He was well-known in calligraphy, and was famous for the court and the public. He was summoned to the palace by the Lord of the Southern Wei Kingdom, and wrote the edict in the side hall. It was snowing in the middle of winter, and the pen could not write. The emperor ordered more than ten concubines to serve. Left and right side of the body, he pen for it.

This matter quickly swept the East Treasure Pingzhou, rumored to be a good talk.

It’s just that no one thought deeply about how strict the imperial palace was. The emperor didn’t talk about this kind of thing, the eunuch didn’t talk about it, and the concubines didn’t talk about it. How did the common people know about it?

Walking on the deep path, Song Changjing laughed heartily.

Song Jixin, who was dressed in plain clothes, returned to Muping Alley. The courtyard door was unlocked. After pushing the door open, he saw the maid Zhigui sitting on a chair in the main hall, half-squinting and dozing off with her head tilted. After tilting his head to a certain extent, he immediately sat upright, and then continued to tilt.

It seemed that the girl was really tired.Song Jixin bent down, shook her shoulders lightly, and said softly, "Zhigui Zhigui, wake up, hurry back to your own room to sleep, be careful of freezing."

The sleepy girl rubbed her eyes and said confusedly, "Young Master, why did you come back so late?"

Song Jixin smiled and said, "I went to the covered bridge. The journey is a bit long, so it's a bit late."

Zhigui saw Song Jixin's unfamiliar dress and said in surprise, "Huh? Why did you change your clothes?"

Song Jixin didn't want to talk more on this topic, "Don't mention it. After the local county gazette was lent to you, how about reading and literacy? Do you want me to teach you?"

The girl shook her head and said, "No."

Song Jixin returned to his room, it was pitch black, he took off his robe, kicked off his boots, touched the bed, and the boy murmured, "Wang Zhu, Wang Zhu, so it is."

Zhigui returned to his room, turned off the lights, and slept. He huddled under the covers, making slight movements as if he was stealing something, chewing something in his mouth.

In the end, she even hiccupped.

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Liu Xianyang is at the sword-casting shop. Although he has not officially become Master Ruan's apprentice, everyone can see that Master Ruan takes this tall boy very seriously. Otherwise, he would not teach him how to forge swords. The room for casting swords is not accessible to everyone these days.

During the noon break, a young man who was a kiln worker ran up to Liu Xianyang, saying that someone was looking for him, winking, very playful, saying that it was a beautiful woman who was better-looking than the ladies in Fulu Street, and came to find Liu Xianyang.

Liu Xianyang followed him with a hippy smile, his mood actually became heavy all of a sudden.

Sure enough, there was a slender woman standing beside a well, surrounded by many young and strong men who were digging wells and moving soil, working very hard.

As the young master Song Jixin despised, Liu Xianyang was indeed a slut, but whether a woman was good-looking or not had nothing to do with whether she had read or read or not.Maybe tall teenagers don’t know, but in general and vaguely good-looking, there is actually one called charming, especially dignified and inwardly charming, especially moving.

The word "Mei", if it is interpreted, means the girl of the thrush.

In front of this unnamed lady with roots and feet, her eyebrows are as delicate as the beards of moths, and her forehead is like a cicada. It is broad, square, smooth and plump.

Today, she came here alone, and she didn't have the attitude of asking for guilt, and it didn't seem like she wanted to bully others, so Liu Xianyang breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that this graceful and luxurious lady, no matter how beautiful her face is, Liu Xianyang would not deny that, if it was in the past, maybe she would have whistled a few times when she met on the street, but this did not mean that Liu Xianyang would be tempted, and the tall boy liked it. The woman, used to be the maid of the Mud Bottle Alley, now is, and will be in the future.

Liu Xianyang took the beautiful woman to the stream, and said firmly: "Madam, if you want to convince me to sell you that family heirloom, I advise Madam not to say that."

The woman smiled sweetly and said, "Don't be in a hurry to refuse, let me explain the stakes clearly to you, and then you can make a decision."

The tall boy's expression remained unchanged, pretending to be relaxed, but in fact a heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

In the distance, a girl squatted on the threshold of a sword-casting room, holding a bowl of rice. The white rice was piled up like a mountain top, towering over the edge of the big white bowl. She was gobbling down and eating the "mountain". Seeing the braised pork hidden by her, her whole person was filled with happiness, she secretly turned her back, turned her back to the man sitting on the other side of the threshold and was chewing slowly, and asked, "Dad, don't you care about the foreign mother-in-law? "

The man said in a stern voice, "It doesn't matter."

The girl in green clothes said worriedly: "He is your first disciple here in the future, so you are not afraid of going astray?"

The man said indifferently, "That's why that kid is unlucky."

The girl wondered: "Dad, don't you feel pity?"

For example, when she saw those delicious and delicate pastries in the shop, she didn't have any money in her pocket. If she had money, she bought it and accidentally fell to the ground. She really deserved to be hit by thunder.

The man answered the question, "Is the braised pork delicious?"

The girl nodded happily subconsciously, "It's delicious!"

The girl suddenly tightened her body, and her father made a "will". She could only eat one meat dish a day, so she pretended that she only had a bowl of white rice and hid the braised pork in it.In order to be able to eat a meat dish openly at night.

The girl turned her head in embarrassment, raised the white bowl high, and said confidently: "There is only one piece, and I have no bad rules!"

The man laughed and asked, "Then the piece of braised pork hidden at the bottom of the bowl can't be eaten, will it be a pity?"

The girl opened her mouth slightly, her whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, her heart was ashes.

The man also sprinkled salt on his daughter's wound, "If you don't talk about Liu Xianyang, dad

Just open one eye and close one eye. "

The girl kept silent and ate the braised pork in small bites. At first glance, she knew that she would be diligent and thrifty in the future.

After the man finished eating, he looked at the woman and the young man over the stream, and said, "As long as this kid doesn't enter the Fifth Stage for a day, his father will not care about his life or death. Even if he enters the Fifth Stage, Dad will take care of one or two things. Second, but I will never worry about it too much. There are no more than three things. There is no good or bad, only people call themselves."

The girl puffed up: "Why don't you care?!"

The man said angrily: "The literati accepts students, and the martial artist accepts apprentices. It's not that the Jianghu gangs are recruiting scumbags. In my eyes, teachers and students, masters and apprentices, are the same people. Besides, Liu Xianyang is not my apprentice now."

The girl did not speak.

The man sighed: "Silly girl, just say that the Dali Dynasty, which lives in a corner, do you know how many people there are? More than 2000 million households! There are so many people in the world, so many troubles, can you manage it? Dad will pick you up." In the next 60 years, if you take over the town from Qi Jingchun, don't wander around all day long, just forge swords and practice swords at the sword furnace, or you will get into trouble, will dad care or not?"

Before the man could finish speaking, the girl said a word, "Don't worry about it."

Her words made the man almost hurt internally, and the power was no weaker than that of a certain sword immortal.

The man really wants to bang on the head of this silly girl's elm wood. Can Dad not care about your business?

The man is a little sad.

The girl looked "shocked" and said, "Hey, why is there an extra piece of braised pork at the bottom of the bowl, alas, I've used up my share for today, should I still eat it for you? Dad?"

The man didn't have to turn his head to feel the stupid girl's lame acting skills. He said helplessly: "Forget it, you can eat it. Daddy will treat you as if you only ate a piece of braised pork today. Remember to strike in the afternoon and stop being lazy."

This time, the girl's gratitude is not fake at all, "Dad, you are so kind!"

The man laughed angrily: "It's braised pork, okay?"

The girl lowered her head, took a mouthful of rice, and said softly, "Dad is fine."

The man's face was sullen, and he managed to hold back his smile. After thinking about it, he thought it would be better to have a daughter.

A voice suddenly sounded in my ear, "Dad, can you eat another piece at night? Two pieces and three pieces, it's not too much, right? If you don't speak, Dad, I'll accept it?"

The girl ran away with lightning speed.

The last sentence was only said by the girl who had already run away all the way.

The man rubbed his cheeks and said to himself, "My family Xiuxiu takes food as the heaven."

----

After Chen Ping'an walked across the street to deliver the letter, he bought a breakfast and sent it to Miss Ning in Mui Ping Xiang, and then began to cook the medicine well.

Ning Yao wore a brand-new dark green robe today, which was neat and neat. She was already full of heroic looks. With this dress and a long knife on her waist, she was better than the wealthy children on Taoye Lane on Fulu Street. more luxurious.

Ning Yao hesitated for a moment, "For now, if you really want to study the mountain-shaking manual, before learning boxing, you have to do three things first, standing, walking and sleeping, and the last thing, It is more about the accumulation of acupoints and the circulation of breath, which is difficult to describe in words, so let’s not talk about it. Anyway, you don’t need to think too much about the fundamentals of talent. Perseverance is useful in the end, even if you can't make it into the martial arts, it is not impossible to strengthen your body and prolong your life."

Chen Pingan said one of his thoughts, "Is it okay to practice walking in the stream?"

Ning Yao nodded and said, "Of course. Start at the knees, then the waist, and finally the neck."

Chen Pingan followed her words and asked, "Isn't the whole person in the water in the end?"

Ning Yao sneered: "Why, you want to practice holding your breath underwater, and then train a thousand-year-old 8-year-old tortoise?"

Chen Ping'an did not speak angrily.

Ning Yao thought for a while, "Come on, I'll show you how to walk. Look carefully!"

Ning Yao asked Chen Ping'an to move the table away, and then took six steps forward, three small and three, and when she stepped down hard at the last step, the mud floor of the whole house seemed to have a dull vibration.

The girl did it all in one go.

It seems to be an understatement, but in fact, the flow of water gives the straw-shoe boy a feeling of incomprehensible.

Like a waterfall cascading down, it is justified, and it contains huge strength.It's like a leaf spinning in a stream, and it turns like a circle, and it's extremely gentle.

Everything is right, but Chen Ping'an just knew it and didn't know why.

Seeing the dazed look on the boy's face, Ning Yao withdrew back to his original position and demonstrated it again.

Ning Yao stood still, turned his head and asked, "Do you understand? Come and try it?"

Chen Pingan took a deep breath and tried it again.

Swaying like a drunken alcoholic.

Chen Ping'an stood on the spot and scratched his head, obviously he himself felt a little outrageous.

Ning Yao darkened his face and said solemnly, "Come again!"

After three times, Chen Ping'an had improved slightly, but Ning Yao's face was so gloomy that it seemed like a rainstorm was about to happen.

She couldn't imagine how there could be such an idiot as Chen Ping'an in the world, so ignorant in martial arts and so bad in talent!

no way.

Ning Yao is a person who has stood at the top of Kendo since childhood. His background, roots, talents, and vision are all like this.

So the girl couldn't understand at all, how those people climbed the mountain step by step at the foot of the mountain [-] miles away from her, let alone why those people staggered.

In the end, the girl had nothing to do, and she was afraid that if she couldn't help it, she would draw a knife and slash someone, so she had an idea, patted the straw-sandal boy on the shoulder, and reluctantly comforted: "Chen Ping'an, reading a hundred times shows its righteousness, practicing martial arts It’s the same principle, if you practice tens of thousands of punches, if you don’t get the taste, then hundreds of thousands, one million! Go pick up your stones, the stupid bird will fly first, don’t be discouraged, take your time, practice over and over again in the creek This is a walk."

Chen Ping'an thought about it, this is the truth.

I heard Song Jixin say a sentence before, which is similar to Miss Ning's "reading a hundred times".

But what the young man thinks is more reasonable is that the tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands that Miss Ning said are not enough, so let's practice 100 million times.

Chen Ping'an smiled and ran out of the mud bottle alley, reciting three, three and three silently along the way, imitating Ning Yao's walking posture according to his memory.

The straw sandal boy told himself the "truth" in his heart, that after practicing 100 million times, he might be able to achieve a small success in boxing.

Therefore, the starting practice of this "Mountain Shaking Spectrum" is 100 million times. Only after that, Chen Pingan is qualified to talk about other things.

Ning Yao sat alone on the threshold and said to himself, "Why do you feel like you have dug a huge hole? Will that guy be unable to climb out?"