Sword comes

Chen Pingan came to the east gate and saw the man sitting cross-legged on the tree stump at the gate of the fence, lazily basking in the early spring sun, closing his eyes, humming a little song, and slapping his knees with both hands.

Chen Ping'an squatted beside him. For the teenager, the debt collection was really hard to talk about.

The boy had to quietly look at the broad road to the east, winding and long, like a sturdy yellow snake.

He habitually grabbed a handful of soil, held it in his palm, and rubbed it slowly.

He used to follow old man Yao over the mountains and mountains around the town, carrying a heavy bag full of various items including hatchets and hoes.Under the leadership of the old man, he would stop and go everywhere. Chen Ping'an often needed to "eat soil". He grabbed a handful of soil and put it directly into his mouth, chewed the soil, and tasted the taste.Over time, practice makes perfect, even if Chen Pingan just grinds his fingers, he can understand the texture of the soil.So later, when Chen Pingan weighed some broken porcelain pieces from old kilns on the market, he could tell which kilns or even which master burned them.

Although old man Yao is withdrawn and unfriendly, he often beats and scolds Chen Ping'an. Once, old man Yao thought that Chen Ping'an was too savvy. He was simply an ignorant idiot. Kiln mouth.By the time the boy walked the sixty-mile mountain road and approached the dragon kiln, it was already late at night. It was raining heavily that day. When the boy who was staggering in the mud finally saw a little light in the distance, the stubborn boy was struggling to make a living by himself. Then, for the first time, I had the urge to cry.

But the young man never complained about the old man, let alone hold grudges.

The young man came from a poor family and had never read a book, but he understood the truth outside of a book. Except for his parents, no one in the world should treat you well.

And his parents left early.

Chen Ping'an couldn't bear to be in a daze, the sloppy man seemed to think that most of the time, he couldn't get through.

Chen Pingan's face was helpless, "Aren't you just thinking about it?"

The man grinned, revealing a mouth of jagged yellow teeth, and said with a smile: "So, if you don't want to become a bachelor like me in the future, don't worry about the five cents."

Chen Ping'an sighed, raised his head, and said seriously, "If you're in a hurry, the five cents will be fine, but it was agreed in advance that one letter and one copper coin will no longer be defaulted."

The man with a sour and rotten smell turned his head and said with a smile: "Little guy, with your temperament like that of a stinky stone, you will easily suffer big losses in the future. Haven't you heard the old saying that suffering is a blessing? You If you don't want to eat a small loss..."

He caught a glimpse of the soil in the boy's hand, paused for a moment, and said narrowly, "It's just to face the loess and back to the sky."

Chen Ping'an retorted: "Didn't I just say, don't want five cents? Isn't it a small loss?"

The man was a little shriveled, looked annoyed, and waved his hand to chase people away: "Bum, it's really hard to chat with your kid."

Chen Pingan loosened his fingers, lost the soil, got up and said, "The stump is damp..."

The man raised his head and scolded with a smile: "I still need you to teach me a lesson? The young man is strong and can make pancakes on his butt!"

The man turned his head and glanced at the young man's back, squinted his mouth, and muttered something, as if it was a dejected word for God.

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For some unknown reason, the school teacher Mr. Qi ended his teaching early today.

There is a courtyard behind the school, and a small firewood gate opens to the north, leading to the bamboo forest.

When Song Jixin and the maid were listening to the story under the old locust tree, they were called to play chess. Song Jixin was reluctant, but the man said it was Mr. Qi's intention and wanted to see if their chess skills had improved. Song Jixin has an indescribable impression of Mr. Qi, who is unsmiling. It can be called both respect and awe, so Mr. Qi personally issued the decree. Song Jixin had to make an appointment, but he had to wait. After the storyteller finished telling the story, he went to the backyard of the school.The young man in the green shirt who helped his husband to spread the word had to go back to the house first, not forgetting to tell Song Jixin not to be too late, babbling, or repeating the old tune, why is my husband the most disciplined and doesn't like others Unbelievable, and so on.

Song Jixin dug his ears at that time and took the trouble to say that he knew what he knew.

When Song Jixin and Zhigui came to the backyard of the school, the cool breeze and the gentle, gentle young man in green shirts, as usual, was already sitting on the stool in the south, with a straight waist and a perilous seat.

Song Jixin sat opposite the youth in the green shirt, facing south.

Mr. Qi sat on the west side, watching the chess without saying a word.

The maid Zhigui would go for a walk in the bamboo forest whenever her young master played chess with others, so as not to disturb the three "readers", and today is no exception.

There is no so-called scholarly family in a small town, so scholars are rare.

According to the old rules established by Mr. Qi, Song Jixin and Qingshan Lang must guess, and the black first.

Song Jixin and his peers on the opposite side started to learn chess almost at the same time, but Song Jixin was talented and intelligent, and his chess skills improved rapidly. Song Jixin first took out a handful of white chess pieces from the chess box.The teenager in the green shirt then picks out one or two black stones, and after guessing the parity of white, he can play black first, which has the advantage of first move.In the first two years of the game, Song Jixin had no defeats, whether it was white or black.

However, Song Jixin was not very interested in playing chess. He fished for three days and spent two days in the net. On the other hand, the youth in green shirts with inferior qualifications was both a school student and a book boy. It has also benefited a lot, so the youth in the green shirt can only occasionally win by chance when he is in black, and now as long as he is in black, the victory or defeat can be between five and five with Song Ji's salary. The progress of chess skills and tendons is obvious.For this trade-off, Mr. Qi didn't say a word and just stood by.

Just as Song Jixin was about to grab the pieces, Mr. Qi suddenly said, "Today you will play a game of chess, and play with white first."

The two teenagers were confused, and neither knew what "Zuoziqi" was.

Mr. Qi spoke at a slow pace. After carefully explaining the rules, it was not cumbersome. He just put down the black and white children in the four-star position.

The middle-aged man's twist and drop are skillful

, The flowing clouds and flowing water are pleasing to the eye.

The youth in green shirts, who usually likes to abide by the rules, was stunned after hearing the "bad news", staring at the chessboard, and finally said cautiously, "Sir, it seems that a lot of fixed situations won't work."

Song Jixin frowned for a moment and thought for a moment, his eyes lit up soon, and his brows stretched out: "It's because the chessboard pattern has become smaller."

Then Song Ji asked for credit, raised his head and asked with a smile, "Right, Mr. Qi?"

The middle-aged scholar nodded and said, "That's true."

Song Jixin raised his brows at his peers across from him, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to make two moves first, or this guy will definitely lose."

The young man on the other side was blushing and his ears were red, because he knew that he was winning more and more times. In addition to the increase in his chess skills, the real main reason was Song Jixin, who has become more and more absent-minded in playing chess in the past two years. , even a little tiresome, many winners and losers, Song Jixin even deliberately released water, or after the first move was clearly dominant, and the chess reached the middle game, Song Jixin would deliberately take risks in order to slaughter Dalong.

For playing chess, the talented Song Jixin is the first choice.

As for the youth in the green shirt, from the first time a nudge fell on the chessboard, he was obsessed with the word victory and defeat.

Mr. Qi looked at his school disciple, "You can go first."

Next, the youth in the green shirt moved slowly, cautiously, and took a step by step.Song Jixin is still flying, opening and closing, and the antelope hangs its horns.

The temperaments of the two sides are worlds apart.

But with more than [-] hands, the youth in the green shirt lost in a mess, bowing his head and pursing his lips tightly.

Song Jixin rested his elbows on the table, holding his cheeks, twisting his hands with two fingers, tapped the stone table lightly, and stared at the chess game.

According to Mr. Qi's rules, when the two sides play a game, it is enough to admit defeat silently, and there is absolutely no way to say "I lost".

No matter how unwilling the young man in the green shirt is, he still slowly throws his son.

Mr. Qi instructed the disciple: "Go and practice calligraphy, don't clean up the mess, write three hundred 'yong' characters."

The young man in green clothes quickly got up and bowed his farewell respectfully.

Song Jixin disappeared from the young man, and asked softly, "Mr. is leaving here too?"

The elegant scholar with frosted white temples nodded and said, "Within ten days, I will leave."

Song Jixin smiled and said, "That's right, I can still see off Mr.

The teacher hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "You don't need to see me off. Song Jixin, when you go outside the town in the future, remember not to be too public. I have nothing else, three Mongolian learning books, "Elementary School" , "Ritual and Music", "Contemplation", you can take it together, review it often, you need to know and read it a hundred times, and you can see the meaning. I will know about it later. As for the three books of leisure, the arithmetic "Essential", the chess manual "Peach and Li", and the collection of essays "Shan Hai Ce", you may as well read it in your spare time, and you can also feel good."

Song Jixin was surprised and a little embarrassed, and said boldly, "Mr. seems to be 'caring for an orphan', which makes me uncomfortable."

With a smile on his face, Mr. Qi said softly, "It's not as exaggerated as you said. We never meet in life, and there will always be a day when we meet again."

When this gentleman smiles, it makes people feel like a spring breeze.

He suddenly said: "You go to Zhao Yao's side to see, and you should say goodbye in advance."

Song Jixin got up and said with a smile: "Okay. Then I'll have to trouble you to clean up this chess game."

The young man ran away happily.

The middle-aged scholar leaned over to clean up the chess pieces, which seemed to be one piece from the east and one piece from the west. not bad.

I don't know when, the maid Zhigui had already turned back from the bamboo forest, but she was standing outside the firewood gate and did not set foot in the yard.

He didn't turn his head, and said solemnly, "It's good to do it yourself."

The girl who grew up in Mud Bottle Alley was full of ignorant expressions at this time, soft and weak and timid, so pitiful.

The gentle and elegant scholar showed a faint look of anger and slowly turned his head to look.

Indifferent eyes.

The girl still looked confused.

simple and naive.

The middle-aged scholar stood up, the jade tree was facing the wind, looked at the girl, and sneered: "The evil is against the seed!"

The girl slowly restrained the innocent look on her face, her eyes gradually became cold, and a sarcastic smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

She seems to be saying, what can you do to me?

In this way, she looked directly at the scholar.

Inside and outside the courtyard, there seemed to be a pair of pythons facing each other.

Between the two, they hate each other.

In the distance, Song Jixin shouted loudly, "Zhigui, go home."

The girl immediately stood on tiptoe and replied obediently, "Hey, okay, son."

She pushed open the firewood door, trotted past the teacher, and after running a few steps, she did not forget to turn around and blessed the figure with a graceful and pleasant voice, "Sir, Zhigui will go first."

After a long time, the scholar sighed.

The spring breeze is warm, and the bamboo leaves are swaying like the sound of turning a book.

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The young Taoist man wearing a lotus crown was cleaning up the stall and sighed, and the familiar town people asked the reason, but they just shook their heads and didn't answer.

The last newly married woman who used to be married here, passing by, saw that the young Taoist was so abnormal, stopped shyly, her voice was soft, she asked questions, and those watery eyes that could talk , but lingered vigorously on the handsome face of the young Taoist.

The young Taoist glanced at the woman indifferently, his gaze was slightly downward, it was a bulging scene, and then the Taoist swallowed his saliva, and said a divine hexagram saying, "Today, the poor Taoist has done a good job for himself. Sign it, sign it, it's a big deal."