Sword comes

Ning Yaoyou woke up leisurely, and slept very sweetly and soundly. When she opened her eyes, she found herself sitting on the stool. She was a little dazed. After a moment of daze, she got up and opened the door. , The two stuffy gourds did not speak.After hearing Ning Yao's footsteps, Chen Ping'an turned his head and smiled, "I woke up, I didn't call you before because you were sleeping soundly."

Ning Yao nodded, not paying attention to this, and asked, "Senior Yang?"

The old man said angrily, "Why, I'm afraid that Chen Ping'an will wipe the oil when you fall asleep. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you. He's only a thief but not a thief."

Chen Pingan quickly explained: "Miss Ning, don't listen to Grandpa Yang's nonsense, I guarantee that there is no thief!"

Ning Yao made a gesture of sinking into his dantian with both hands, and told himself: "There are a lot of adults."

The old man glanced sideways at the boy with straw sandals, and said happily, "Seven orifices have passed through six, but none of them."

The rain was already very small, and the old man said bluntly: "Go back and get that bag of support money, and then this little girl's film, and your next medication, even if you pay it off together."

Ning Yao frowned and said, "What kind of medicinal materials are in the Yang family shop, so expensive?!"

The old man said indifferently: "When people are dying of starvation, how much is the steamed bun in my hand worth?"

Ning Yao said in a deep voice, "You are taking advantage of the fire!"

The old man smoked dry cigarettes so fiercely that his entire upper body was enveloped in a faint smog, and then the old man's hoarse and indifferent voice came out from the "sea of ​​clouds": "The sky is full of asking prices and sitting on the ground to pay back the money. , My rule here is that there is no difference, there is only one price, whether you like to buy or not, and whether you like to sell or not."

Ning Yao still wanted to speak, but found that Chen Ping'an was pulling her sleeves and winked secretly, and finally she swallowed the bad breath.

The medicinal materials and herbs produced in this small cave are indeed of good quality, but this small cave in Lizhu, which is well-known in East Treasure Pingzhou, has never been famous for the treasures of heaven and earth, but because of those "porcelains" and treasures of chance. Move the world.Therefore, even if the medicinal materials in the Yang family shop were piled up into mountains, they would not be worth a few gold and copper coins.

The old man shook the cigarette stick, "The rain has stopped too. Don't be ashamed, you two, don't flirt with me."

Chen Ping'an took Ning Yao's arm and walked down the steps, walked through the main hall of the shop to the street, Chen Ping'an asked with a smile, "Is it something you can't figure out? It's okay, Grandpa Yang is like this, he doesn't like to talk to you about human feelings, and what to do. It's all... fair, yes, it's fair. Ning Yao sneered: "Fair?Everyone has a steel scale in their hearts, why does he think he is fair?Just because of age? "

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "I don't think spending a bag of copper coins is a big deal."

Ning Yao glanced at the young man, "This sentence, if you can hang around outside for ten years, and you can pat your chest and repeat it, even if you win!"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Then we'll talk about it later."

Ning Yao sighed, he really couldn't take him, "Where are you going next?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, "Go to the shop to see how Liu Xianyang is doing, and by the way, pull out your knife from the ground."

Ning Yao said resolutely: "Then lead the way."

She asked suddenly, "Are you okay?"

Chen Pingan grinned, "No big problem, but apart from practicing boxing, I have to decoct medicine every day like you do. Grandpa Yang said that if the effect is not good, you may have to spend more money."

Ning Yao wondered: "Do you really believe it?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and shook his head, as if he didn't bother to bother with her about such issues.

After walking out of the town, he rolled up his sleeves, took off the clothes press knife, and returned it to the girl.

She hid the clothes-pressing knife, and went to retrieve the narrow knife that was stepped into the ground by the mountain ape. As for the scabbard that was sent out, Chen Ping'an temporarily deposited it on Ningyao's side, and she hung it around her waist. So the flying sword finally had a place to live.

When Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao walked to the south end of the covered bridge, they saw a young girl in green clothes with a ponytail sitting on the top of the steps, holding her cheeks with both hands and staring into the distance, leaving the two behind.

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In the backyard of the Yang family shop, the old man alone put away the cigarette stick, waved his hand, and after dispelling the smoke around him, he said, "Don't worry, after this is done, I promise to give you the immortal body of He Po. As for whether it will be possible in the future To truly achieve the true body of a god, and to be promoted to a righteous god, depends on your own good fortune."

In the end, the old man tapped the ground lightly with the cigarette stick, looked up in the direction of Lao Huai in the town, and said, "The tree has fallen and the hozen is scattered."

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The three carriages drove towards Mud Bottle Alley in turn.

The king of Da Li really couldn't understand why his nephew had to compete with a boy in a rough alley.

Even the heart has a knot.

Song Changjing said with a smile: "Anyway, the confusion between you and Chen Ping'an, since this king has already intervened once, there will be no more trouble, you can solve it yourself."

In the end, Song Changjing reminded: "You and Zhengyang Mountain can have a personal relationship, but don't get involved too deeply."

Song Jixin was delighted: "Personal friendship? Do you mean that little girl? Haha, it's just fun, it's not a friendship."

Song Changjing smiled and said, "It's just for fun, so just give away a sword-raising gourd?"

Song Jixin stopped talking angrily.

The carriage could not enter the alley, and Song Changjing was reluctant to get out of the car. Song Jixin got out of the car alone and found that it was raining. At present, the spring rain was still pattering, and the drizzle was hazy, but there was a trend of getting bigger and bigger.

He hurried into Mud Bottle Alley, came to his yard, pushed the door and entered, and saw Zhigui sitting on the threshold of the main house, she was in a daze.

Song Jixin laughed and shouted, "Go, my son will take you to see the mayor of Dalijing!"

Zhigui regained his senses, "Huh? Are you leaving so soon?"

Song Jixin nodded and said: "Anyway, things have been packed up long ago. There are two big boxes in my house, plus your small box. If we can move out of our family and want to move out, nothing is left behind. Let's go early. Going late is no different."

Zhigui put her chin on her knee and said sadly, "Yes, this is our home."

Song Jixin sighed, sat with her on the threshold, stretched out his hand to wipe the rain on his forehead, and said softly, "Why, I'm reluctant to leave? If I'm really reluctant, then we'll leave later, it's alright, I'll go with that Say hello."

Zhigui suddenly laughed, stretched out his small fist and shook it vigorously, "No need! Just leave, whoever is afraid!"

Song Jixin reminded: "Don't forget that four-legged snake."

Zhigui suddenly became furious and said angrily, "That idiot who suffered thousands of knives, sneaked into my box yesterday and lay on his stomach, causing me to search for a long time. After I finally found it, there were several rouge boxes under the box. It's all dirty! It's really unforgivable, and the death penalty cannot be escaped!"

Song Jixin began to worry about the fate of the four-legged snake, and asked tentatively, "That idiot won't be...killed by you?"

Zhigui shook his head, "No, leave it alone for a while, and settle accounts with it after arriving in the capital. By the way, son, when we get to the capital, let's raise a few more old hens, okay? At least five!"

Song Jixin said strangely: "Eggs are enough to eat, why buy them? Don't you always dislike our old hen for being too noisy?"

Zhigui said solemnly: "At that time, I will tie a rope to each old hen's feet, and then tie it to the four legs and head of the idiot. As long as I am not happy, I can drive the old hen. Otherwise. That four-legged snake is stupid, it can't run slowly, it used to be exhausted every time, and it will only get more angry..."

Listening to the thoughts of his maidservant, Song Jixin's mind was filled with the image of the execution, and he said to himself, "Isn't it the five horses dividing the body... Oh no, it's the five chickens dividing the body."

Song Jixin laughed heartily.

Zhigui was accustomed to his son's unrestrained way of thinking, so he didn't take it at all, so he just asked, "Master, the box is so heavy, how can we both move it, and there are some good things, so I didn't throw anything that should be thrown away."

Song Jixin stood up and snapped his fingers: "Come out, I know you are hiding nearby, please move the box to the carriage."

There was no response for four weeks.

Song Jixin was silent for a long time, and said with a gloomy face: "Get out! Believe it or not, I will let my uncle come and move in person?!"

After a while, several hidden figures landed on the alley from the roof opposite the Mud Bottle Alley, or quietly appeared in the alley outside the courtyard gate.

A total of five dead men in black, after the leader pushed the door, filed in.

The leader hesitated for a moment, then clasped his fists and said in a muffled voice, "I didn't dare to show up on my own due to my previous duties, and I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

Song Jixin said with an expressionless face, "I'm busy with you."

The man kept his head down, "This subordinate dares to implore Your Highness

, help explain one or two to the prince. "

Song Jixin said impatiently: "My uncle will care about you for this trivial matter?!"

The five people remained motionless, standing in the yard in the light rain, and refused to move their feet even in death.

Song Jixin compromised: "Okay, I will explain the situation to you."

Only then did the five people enter the house. The three men in black easily carried the boxes, and the first and last escorted them empty-handed. After walking slowly into the Mud Bottle Alley, they all ran away.

Song Jixin was thoughtful.

Zhigui held up an oil-paper umbrella and handed Song Jixin a slightly larger one. After locking the kitchen door and the courtyard door, the master and servant stood at the courtyard door holding umbrellas. Song Jixin looked at him. The Spring Festival couplets with black characters on a red background and the painted Wenmen Shen said softly, "I don't know if we will see this couplet next time we come back."

Zhigui said, "If you leave, you will leave, what are you going to do when you come back?"

Song Jixin laughed at himself: "That's right, if you mix well, you can't find anyone to show off when you come back. If you don't mix well, there are a lot of people watching jokes."

The rain continued, and the alley gradually became muddy. Zhigui really didn't want to stay any longer, and urged, "Let's go, let's go."

Song Jixin nodded, and the two walked towards the entrance of Mud Bottle Alley one after the other.

Zhigui walked in front, walking in a hurry.

Song Jixin walked behind her, walking slowly. When he passed the high wall of the alley opposite the courtyard gate of a family, Song Jixin, holding an umbrella, stopped and turned his head to look.

The young man stared at the yellow mud wall, which was not at all surprising, and was dazed.

Zhigui turned his head in front of him and couldn't help complaining, "Young Master, if you don't go faster, it will rain heavily!"

The young man under the umbrella couldn't see his expression clearly. After raising his arm to make a movement, the young man responded to the maid's greeting and finally began to speed up.

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In the carriage on the street outside the Clay Bottle Alley, Song Changjing, the king of the Dali Domain, was closing his eyes and resting.

The Supervising Office will create a secret file every day, and nine of Dali's top slain spies will be responsible for observing and recording. What is written on it is all the daily trivial matters of "the illegitimate son of the supervisor, Mr. Song". What streets did you go shopping with your maid, what food and goods you spent, what book of sages you recited in the morning, when was the first time you secretly drank, who went with you to release paper kites outside the town to catch crickets, because What happened, who had a dispute with whom, where, etc., etc., all details are recorded in the file, and then sent to Dali Capital City every three months, sent to the imperial study table in the palace, and finally gathered Together, they were compiled into a volume, which was named "Little Living Record" by the elder brother who likes to dance and write. From the first record of daily life to the fifteenth record of small daily life, a 15-year-old boy in the back alleys, 15 years of bits and pieces, It was written into fifteen books.

Before Song Changjing came to the town, he had flipped through the books full of trivial matters, but he keenly found that one of the "Seven" was missing a page in the middle, which was obviously torn off.This should mean that a huge change happened when Song Jixin was 12 years old in Xiaqiu.

Before Song Changjing came to the town, he thought it was a bloody assassination that started in the capital of Dali, involving some characters whose elders could only be dumb and eat Huanglian.But Song Changjing realized later that the story recorded on that page is definitely not a pleasant memory for the young Song Jixin, and it must be related to Chen Ping'an in Mud Bottle Lane.

Song Changjing began to sort out his thoughts. The number one feudal lord of Dali, who was rarely busy, went to carefully recall the details of the dialogue between the two teenagers that were recorded in the book, as well as the scene at that time.

Song Changjing opened his eyes and disliked the curtains of the car. He saw the slender figure of the umbrella maid first, then his nephew Song Jixin. The master and servant walked to the second carriage, and the three boxes had already been moved to the last one. on the carriage.

Song Changjing said softly, "Let's go."

The carriage moved slowly.

The carriage stopped abruptly, and it didn't take long for Song Jixin to rush into the carriage in a huff, and said angrily, "What do you mean?!"

Song Changjing asked, "You mean the corpse on your carriage?"

Song Jixin's face was ashen, and he stared at Song Changjing.

Song Changjing's expression was flat, "Do you know the identity of the corpse? There are seven spy agencies in Dali, and this king controls three of them, mainly for infiltrating the courts of various countries, spying on important military information, and bribing the enemy's civil servants and generals. Each of them is mainly aimed at the public opinion of the court and the public and the dynamics of the rivers and lakes within the dynasty, especially the need to keep an eye on the capital. They came from these seven places, in order to ensure your safety, and there will be absolutely no mistakes."

Song Jixin said solemnly, "What do you want to say?"

Song Changjing said with a smile: "Here's the twists and turns, who is that person loyal to, and there are a lot of smoky truths, it's hard for this king to tell you clearly, anyway, this person is dead. But you need to remember one thing. , Now outsiders regard you as His Royal Highness, and regard you as a great nobleman, whether they are in awe or flattery, you can take it all, but don’t forget why they are like this.”

Song Jixin sneered: "Oh? Why?"

Song Changjing smiled and said, "How important do you think you are? It's all just because this king is by your side. I'm afraid you won't be able to remember this matter, so I take this opportunity to make you look good. Stay with the dead. Together, it's very uncomfortable. But it's better than the next time, you need this king to stay next to your body."

Song Jixin blushed.

Song Changjing glanced at the young man and said indifferently, "Get out of the car."

Song Jixin swallowed back the words in his mouth in an instant, turned around silently, gritted his teeth and left.

Song Changjing waited for the young man to get off the car, then smiled and dismissed it, "Just do the right thing. When you arrive in the capital, you will not be immediately targeted by those tigers and foxes who have lost their teeth. I can't wait to tear a few pieces of meat from you?"

When the feudal lord thought about going to the capital, he actually had a headache.

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Inside the carriage, it was the dead man who took up the most space.

Song Jixin was very uncomfortable, but the maid Zhigui looked as usual, and he asked casually, "By the way, Zhigui, did you bring the old key to our house?"

She wondered: "No, I just put it in my house, and I don't want to go back. What's the matter, what are you asking about, sir, and besides, don't you also have a set of house keys?"

Song Jixin snorted and said with a smile, "I also lost it in the house."

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The three wagons drove past the old locust trees, out of the town, and finally bumped on the muddy road all the way east.

When passing the fence gate in the east of the town, Zheng Dafeng, the janitor who was sheltering from the rain in his mud hut, squatted at the door with his arms folded, looking at the three carriages, the old bachelor yawned.

About half an hour later, Song Changjing said solemnly, "Stop!"

Song Changjing got off the carriage, and Song Jixin and Zhigui who were on the carriage behind both raised the curtains, their heads were squeezed together, and they looked towards Song Changjing curiously.

Song Changjing waved his hand, and Song Jixin pulled Zhigui back.

Song Changjing walked forward, not far away, there was a modest middle-aged man standing in the middle of the road, the pair of straw sandals and the legs of the trousers were all covered with mud.

Song Changjing walked forward and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that there is still a number one person like you hidden in the town. It seems that our spy is really eating shit without food."

The pure white robe of the feudal lord was also covered with silt, and his boots were naturally unavoidable.

Song Changjing finally stopped ten steps away from the man, "Since we didn't start fighting as soon as we met, why don't we talk about it, what exactly do you want?"

The small town man who even had his roof trampled on by the mountain monkeys, facing the Da Li domain king at this time, how could he still look like a sullen squat on the ground, and said solemnly: "Song Changjing, as long as you have beaten it, you If you can survive, you will naturally know the answer!”

Song Changjing frowned, and the man said knowingly, "Let the carriage pass first."

Song Changjing nodded with a smile, without turning around, he kept staring at the man and shouted loudly, "The carriage goes first, just move forward."

The man walked to the side of the road and let the three carriages pass unhindered.

Song Changjing waited until the carriage completely disappeared from view, and then looked at the man who was waiting patiently.

This person's realm is only higher than his own.

However, the difference between the two is limited.

Song Changjing was not afraid, on the contrary, he was fighting with high spirits, his blood boiled, and he pulled his neckline.

The person in front of him, although not well-known, is definitely the best sharpening stone for sharpening martial arts.

Song Changjing's intuition told himself that today is dead or alive, tomorrow is nine or ten, all in one fell swoop!