Sword comes

Under the archway of the government office.

Chen Duo chatted with many strange people and anecdotes from all over the world. The little girl in Zhengyang Mountain listened with relish and said, "Sister, you know a lot."

Chen smiled and said, "When you grow up, you will know a lot of things."

Song Jixin said half-truth and half-truth: "I usually get along with you, and I feel that you are quite a normal person."

The woman raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "What do you mean, in front of Song Changjing, the king of your Dali domain, you should lower your eyebrows to please your eyes and bow your knees?"

Song Jixin laughed and pointed at Chen Duan, "Girl, how many ways you are talking, if Mr. Qi from our small town school overhears him, he will frown, you know, you are called nonsense. This is the other, which is very unreasonable. At first glance, it seems quite reasonable, but in fact it can't stand scrutiny. What I really mean is of course that you don't have to be flattering to Song Changjing, and you shouldn't be. But he Song Changjing is anyway. The biggest local snake in Dali is still the leading martial arts master, right? As an outsider, you do as the locals do, and you should be a little more polite to the owner of a house, shouldn't you? Why do you have to pretend to be a master with a stinky face, you After pretending, he was beaten to death by Song Changjing, and he dared to speak harshly in front of him, I really don't know how to say hello."

In the end, Song Jixin pointed to himself, and laughed at himself: "Even someone like me who is mean-spirited and mean-spirited knows how to judge the situation and decide what to eat."

Chen Duo hesitated for a while, and said, "It's considered to be repelled by the same kind. I am also a martial artist. To tell the truth, I have never really regarded you as a martial artist from East Treasure Pingzhou. Of course, I was proved wrong in the end. wrong."

Song Jixin said in surprise: "You are real enough."

Chen Duan said indifferently: "People who practice martial arts don't recognize fists, but what can they recognize."

Song Jixin suddenly asked a sharp question, "You foreigners who come to the town to find treasure opportunities, it seems that the truth is not the same as we think. Is it because your fists are hard?"

Chen shook his head and smiled: "I don't need to explain anything at all. As long as you leave the town in the future, you will soon become people like us. When you set foot on the road of cultivation, you will naturally understand, otherwise I will break it. Mouth, you don't understand either."

Song Jixin said with emotion: "It's so boring to become someone like you."

The little girl joked: "Then go to our Zhengyang Mountain to play, it's interesting."

Song Jixin touched her little head and said casually, "Okay."

Chen Duo turned his head and looked a little nervous.

I saw the Da Li domain king in the white robe and jade belt standing on the side of the archway and said to Song Jixin: "Go back to the mud bottle alley to pack up and prepare to leave here."

Song Jixin smiled and said, "Okay, this is about to leave home."

The little girl was reluctant to part and asked, "Leaving your hometown with a well on your back, did you leave your hometown with a well on your back?"

Song Jixin laughed, got up and said, "Let's go, send you back to the Li family's house first, this is called a beginning and an end."

Song Jixin led the little girl to the gate of the government office, turned around and asked, "There won't be assassins on this Fulu Street outside the door, right?"

Song Changjing smiled and said, "You have to ask your neighbors and friends."

Song Jixin pouted, turned to look at the sky, dark clouds gathered, and there were signs of rain.

His mood suddenly became very bad.

After sending Tao Zi back from Zhengyang Mountain, Song Jixin was surprised to find that Song Changjing was standing under the tree of the descendants. He walked quickly and asked curiously, "You are in such a hurry to leave?"

Song Changjing nodded and said, "I received a message temporarily. There is something outside that needs to be resolved in person, so I took the carriage directly to Mud Bottle Alley, and left after packing up."

Song Jixin raised his eyes and saw that there were three carriages parked outside the entrance of the government office.

Song Jixin bent down and sat in the carriage of the frontmost carriage, followed by Song Changjing, sitting cross-legged.

Song Jixin looked around, and the only thing that was empty was the straw futon under his butt.This made Song Jixin a little disappointed. Originally, the teenager was looking forward to seeing Zhigui's surprise when he boarded the carriage.

The densely packed horseshoes made a crisp sound on the bluestone street, and three carriages drove out of Fulu Street one after another.

Song Changjing lifted the curtain and looked at the town outside the car window. From now on, the Dali Dynasty would completely lose its nominal control over this small cave.

But on the other hand, since the founding of Dali, it is precisely because of the huge benefits brought by this small cave that it has gradually changed from a small separatist force in a corner to the largest secular dynasty in the northern part of Aquarius. one.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and small caves.

In the future, I am afraid I can only find it in the secret history of the Dali Palace.

Song Changjing put away his thoughts and asked casually, "Don't you say goodbye to that Chen Pingan?"

After driving out of Fulu Street, the road was uneven, Song Jixin's body began to shake gently with the carriage, shaking his head and said: "Whether that guy can survive, it's hard to say, if one waits for a corpse, how disgusting. He Chen Pingan Without a father or mother, and now even a good friend is dead, isn't it my neighbor who has to deal with his funeral?"

Song Changjing hummed.

Song Jixin asked: "The little girl from Zhengyang Mountain mentioned a person named Ma Kuxuan, from Xinghua Lane, about the same age as me, it seems that he offered a bag of support money to give Chen Ping'an and the girl's The hiding place was sold to Zhengyang Mountain. Do you know the origin of this guy? I only heard that he was a fool before, and I never wanted to hide it so deeply."

Song Changjing thought for a while, "The assassin who was lurking in the Song family before, assassinated the Da Sui prince in Qilong Lane, and a little clue has been found, which involves this young man named Ma Kuxuan. The assassin who was a prisoner had many personal contacts with Ma Kuxuan in private, which may have been a relationship between master and apprentice. Now that Zhenwu Mountain is intervening, it can only be put on hold for the time being. The official position is not low."

Song Jixin smiled and said, "Uncle, did you say 'can only' sometimes?"

Song Changjing didn't take it seriously and said, "Who made this king still have a big tail, a bullshit king of Li domain."

When the carriage approached Mud Bottle Alley, Song Jixin said intentionally or unintentionally, "Chen Ping'an, is it really just Chen Ping'an?"

Song Changjing laughed dumbly, "Before letting you move to Mud Ping Lane, the government office has thoroughly checked it out. Chen Ping'an's family has eighteen generations of ancestors, he has a very clear context, and there is no problem. , I don't care. Why, that Chen pair scare you? Don't worry, this king has roughly guessed her identity, her Chen family, and Chen Ping'an's ancestors left in the town, have nothing to do with it, So relax, Chen Ping'an is just Chen Ping'an. The one who is barely related to relatives is the Chen family in Longwei County where Chen Songfeng lives, but think about it, relatives who haven't been in contact for hundreds of years are still relatives? Furthermore, the Chen family in the small town has become so desolate that there is only one person left who is not a servant or maid, poor in the busy city and no one to ask, and rich in the mountains with distant relatives. You have read some books, but you don't even understand the truth? "

Song Jixin still didn't give up, "What about the eighteenth generation before the eighteenth generation of the ancestors? Hasn't there ever been a great person with amazing talent? Not one?"

Song Changjing smiled and said, "So you want Chen Pingan to be special?"

Song Jixin did not hide his thoughts, nodded and said, "If he is different from ordinary people, I will feel better in my heart."

Song Changjing became more and more curious, and joked: "How on earth did that guy bully you and make you so obsessed? But according to my understanding of the young man, it doesn't seem like a..."

Song Jixin sneered and interrupted Da Li's words, "People from small places may not have high vision and shallow eye sockets, but they must not be considered stupid. Good or good, the heart of a child is simple and kind, and bad. It will also be so bad that the top of the head is sore and the bottom of the foot is pus, and some people are really stupid and hopeless, even stupid and bad."

Song Changjing was even more puzzled, "Which category does Chen Ping'an belong to?"

Song Jixin sighed and said angrily, "He doesn't count for any of them, he's really a fool, that's why I feel particularly aggrieved."

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Ning Yao squatted in front of the bench and looked at Chen Ping'an's sleeping face carefully, his heart was full of shock.

Such magical powers are indescribable.

Chen Ping'an's strange sleeping position made the boy from head to toe, showing a sense of returning to the basics.

Although Ning Yao can't tell the truth, the girl has an extremely keen intuition when it comes to the quality of a magical technique.

Ning Yao turned his head and asked curiously, "Are you the leader of Chen Ping's practice?"

The old man smoked a cigarette, crossed his legs, looked at the dark rain outside the house, and said with a smile: "Practice? This is considered practice? Why, now there is another guy in the outside world who is qualified to establish a religion and be called an ancestor? It caused the world to decline, and the situation on the road of practice is not as good as every year? It is not so, those few are not vegetarians, since they are

He has already become a glutton, so he can only continue on this road of no return, and will never allow outsiders to share a piece of the pie. "

Ning Yao was at a loss, "Senior Yang, what are you talking about?"

The old man was stunned, "Didn't your parents tell you the old accounts of those old antiques?"

Ning Yao shook his head, "My grandfather's generation left early, and my parents didn't like to tell stories about other worlds, for fear that I would run away from home."

The old man Yang turned his head to look, looked at the girl carefully, and finally came up with a sentence, "How many characters are carved on that wall now?"

Ning Yao answered honestly: "My grandfather's generation produced many heroes, so in just a hundred years, two new characters were engraved, and now there are [-] characters in total."

The old man sighed: "It's already eighteen characters. Daofa, Haoran, Xitian, after six characters, what more are there?"

Ning Yao said solemnly: "The four characters of thunder and pond are heavy, and the four characters of longevity of sword qi are another four characters, Qi, Chen, Dong."

Old man Yang frowned and asked, "Little girl, there is still a word left, have you eaten it?"

Ning Yao said angrily, "Forget it!"

The old man didn't break the casserole to ask the question to the end, but changed the question: "It's still the old rule, every time you kill an Ascension Realm monster, can you be qualified to engrave a word on the Great Wall?"

Ning Yao frowned and said, "Why do you know so much about the situation in my hometown?"

The old man smiled and said, "A long time ago, there was an outsider sword cultivator who had the habit of writing travel notes. He wrote down all the customs and customs along the way, and finally died near our town, so I took back the thick travel notes. Turn it over when there is nothing to do."

Ning Yao doubts the veracity of this statement.

The old man seemed to have eyes on his back, "Believe it or not."

Ning Yao observed Chen Ping'an's state, a bit like a Taoist meditation or Buddhist meditation, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

The old man Yang said slowly: "Little death."

People sleep as little death.

Ning Yao was a little helpless, Yang Jiapuzi, the old man, was either harsh or weird.

The old man said to himself: "Little girl, let me ask you, when a person meditates in his heart, what kind of voice is the so-called voice of the heart."

Ning Yao was stunned for a while, lost in thought.

Soon she closed her eyes naturally, then fell asleep, and finally she nodded suddenly and fell asleep.

The old man Yang stood up, walked around the girl, came to the boy, pointed at Ning Yao with a cigarette stick, and said to the boy, "Look at people, a few words and a few words can break through the situation in one fell swoop, and look at it again. You, you don't have the ability to fart, you like to be stubborn, who are you stubborn, how many years have you been dozing off, God is willing to take care of a guy like you?"

Old man Yang returned to his original position and sat, looking at the gradually growing rain curtain outside the house. The sudden raindrops hit the courtyard floor, crackling, and the old man looked a little sad. , I never thought about it, but I am the one with the least hope, and my life is the hardest.”———

A thin and thin child, carrying a large basket of wild vegetables, with seven or eight small fish skewered in his hands, was walking in the alley. After the child opened the door of his own yard, he just walked into the yard, next door, Immediately, there was a little boy in a satin shirt. He stepped on the stool, climbed up the low courtyard wall skillfully, and squatted there, ignoring the dirty expensive clothes, and said with a smile, "Hey, the surname is Chen, and I'm going up and down the mountain again. Are you slicing food? Your ability to rely on mountains to eat mountains and water is really not small, can you take me to play with you in the future? I will give you copper coins as a reward?"

The skinny child smiled, "You don't need to give money."

The rich and noble boy curled his lips and said, "Don't pull it down, I'm not willing to go."

The child plucked those small fish from the dog's tail grass one by one. The big ones were as long as a palm, and the small ones were no longer than the length of a thumb. The child stood on tiptoe and placed them on the windowsill of his house to expose them to the sun. They were dried and eaten without salt.There is no need to open the stomach and squeeze out the internal organs. It is not that the child is afraid of trouble, because if this is done, there will be only a few taels of meat left. Anyway, it tastes crunchy and fragrant.

After the young man on the courtyard wall finished speaking, he actually regretted it a little. In fact, he had always envied his neighbors of the same age. Every time he came home, he would never come home empty-handed. It's not greedy, it's just greedy, but he is not willing to change his words if he is stronger, and seeing the brisk and carefree appearance of the surname Chen next door, he is a little gloomy.

You say that you are Chen Ping'an, you are so poor that you can't open the pot every day, you sleep in a dilapidated house that leaks from all sides, and you can't even eat a bunch of candied haws all year round. What are you happy about?

The little boy named Song Jixin on the wall was completely incomprehensible.

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One day, a child who had nothing to do but could only live in Mud Bottle Alley, when he returned home, his nose was blue and his face was swollen and covered in mud.

The girl who had just become his personal maid asked him what was wrong, but Song Jixin didn't say anything. After returning to his room, he closed the door and lay on the bed.

He quarreled with people today, and even got into a fight.There are some vicious words that still linger in my ears, making this child with strong self-esteem like a knife, his face is sometimes sad, and sometimes hideous.

"Don't you have a bit of stinky money? You are so proud of yourself, you are not even as good as Chen Ping'an. Although they have died, they still know who their parents are. Do you know who your parents are?"

The child surnamed Song tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

The next day, instead of squatting on the wall to chat with the neighbors as usual, the child went to Chen Ping'an's house for the first time ever.

After he said a word to Chen Ping'an, it didn't take long for Chen Ping'an to leave the town, violating the oath that his mother had promised when he died, and went to Longyao as an apprentice at a young age.

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There was a figure standing sneakily at the back door of the shop's main hall. After seeing it, Old Man Yang didn't say anything, just turned around, disgusting it.

The figure was particularly injured after seeing the old man's movements.

What hurt him even more was a woman who he should call his sister-in-law. She held an umbrella with one hand and pushed his head away with the other. She strode towards the main house in the backyard. When she saw the old man, she immediately shouted loudly.

The old man Yang sighed, quickly got up and walked out of the room, closed the door, stood on the steps, and looked at the woman who was in a posture of asking for guilt, the old man was not even interested in smoking dry cigarettes.

The woman stopped and scolded with one hand on her hip: "What are you doing, how are you guarding against thieves?! Old man Yang, you are my man's master anyway, why do you do all these wicked things? Li Er is a well-behaved shop assistant, Why did you let him get out of the way? Did you open the Yang family shop? Ah? Did Li Er sleep with his mistress or his master’s daughter?!”

The man who was blocked from the street shrank his neck and hid by the back door, hoping to dig a hole and bury himself.

What kind of temperament is the master, and what kind of virtue does Li Er and his wife have?

The old man Yang was expressionless, "I'm done? I'll go home and call Chun when I'm done. I heard that the cat meowing in the westernmost part of the town doesn't stop throughout the year, and it also meows during the day and at night, and many people moved because of the noise... …”

The woman seemed to be said to be sad, and her voice rose again, "You're an immortal, you have the nerve to say go home! Your apprentice has no means of living, and he knows how to wander around all day long. The roof of our house collapsed two days ago. , I can't even get the money for sewing repairs, so I had to take Jinshan Yinshan back to my mother's house, and I was bullied! If Li Er hadn't kicked you out of the shop, our family of four would have been so miserable? Yang Old man, quickly take out the coffin and repair the house for our family, otherwise I will not finish with you today!"

The old man looked coldly at the man who was hiding, Zheng Dafeng.

Zheng Dafeng said with a sad face: "Master, Li Er has gone to do that thing according to your old instructions, and he will definitely not be back for a while."

The old man's face was gloomy.

Zheng Dafeng even had the heart to kneel and kowtow.

The woman lost her oil-paper umbrella and sat on the ground in the rain, sobbing, "I like to pick up ashes, even my apprentice's daughter-in-law."

The old man moved to a small bench under the eaves, sat down slowly, took out shredded tobacco from the pocket at his waist, rolled it into a ball and put it into a pipe, smoked a dry cigarette, looked up at the sky, and ignored the woman at all.

Zheng Dafeng watched the woman rolling around in the yard. It was raining so hard. The woman had a plump figure and thin clothes, so that the Yang family shop came to join in the fun.

The woman cried so hard that she stopped abruptly, as if someone was strangling her neck. After rubbing her eyes, she quickly got up, picked up the oil-paper umbrella and ran away.

The woman ran and shouted, "There's a ghost!"

The old man twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "The rat shit on the incense table is hated by gods and ghosts."