Sword comes

Chunshan Academy, like Linlu Academy in Piyun Mountain, is an official academy run by the Dali court.

The mountains are meandering, the wind and smoke are clean, the river is surging, and the grass is luxuriant.

An old gentleman was walking alone in the academy. He was wearing a Confucian shirt, with a thin body and his hands behind his back. He walked outside a classroom where the master was teaching. He didn't stop, and he didn't get too close to the window.

The predecessor of this place was the former site of Dali Mountain Cliff Academy, but because the word "Shanya" was given to the Gao family of the Sui Dynasty, it was renamed and became Chunshan Academy.

It is still the official academy of the Dali court. In fact, regarding this matter, the Dali temple was not without controversy. Some officials from the cliff academy, all of the six departments, agreed with each other. The officials of the household department who like the most careful calculations and can suffer from spittle every day, all seconded this matter.In fact, at that time, both Wen and Wu of Dali felt that it was only a matter of time before the cliff academy returned to Dali.

In the end, it was a word from the national teacher Cui Chan, and the name was changed, and the court did not have any objections.

A young teacher who does not need to teach for the time being and is in charge of patrolling the academy, saw the old gentleman and asked with a smile, "Sir, is this a visitor to the academy, or is it just a tour?"

No matter how loose the academy is, there are still some rules.

The old scholar stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Life is a journey against the road, and we are all pedestrians. Passers-by don't need to ask their names. The sound of reading is my hometown."

The young master couldn't help laughing, did he get involved with himself?

The old scholar let out a sigh, which is strange.

It stands to reason that now the large and small Confucian temples in various countries in Aquarius Island, from the capital to the local area, should hang up their own portraits again. The young man in front of him, as a Confucian student in an academy, has no reason not to recognize himself.

By the way, it was probably the hanging portrait in the Confucian Temple, which failed to depict half of my appearance and charm.

Turning around, I talked to that old alcoholic with the title of painting saint, even if your painting skills are already superb, there is still a chance to make further progress.

The young master of the academy reminded with a smile: "Mr., it's okay to take a walk around. As long as you don't disturb the teachers' lectures and walk lightly, you'll be fine. Opinion, I'm going to drive people away."

The old scholar nodded and said in admiration: "The young man has a good temper, and his patience in teaching should not be bad. If it is good, it will be good in advance, and if it is bad, it will be reminded early. It is very methodical to do things. Seeing the details, I think You Chunshan Academy, the atmosphere is not much different."

The young master felt helpless, but this old gentleman is more... a better teacher?

But in the end, they were good words, and they were not annoying.It's just a little bit bigger.

This old gentleman's Dali official speech is not authentic. Most of them are scholars from the vassal state. They are getting old and have to work hard. It is not easy to come to the capital academy, so the young master took the initiative to tell the old gentleman The old scholar smiled and nodded his thanks in several places of Spring Mountain Academy, walked slowly to the window, and quietly listened to a question-and-answer session between the lecturer and the students inside.

Looking back, the young master felt somewhat familiar.

The old man, with his hands behind his back, stood in the corridor, listening to the preaching and teaching of the teacher inside.

Yue Mo sensed the young master's gaze, and the old man turned his head and smiled.

The young master turned and left, shaking his head, still not remembering seeing the old gentleman there.

The old scholar continued to listen to the teacher inside to explain his doubts, um, very good, the teacher used to teach the lecture today was a commentary on one of his works by a child of the Yang family in Lingbao County in the early years, and now we are talking in the room , is the content of the Fa Xing chapter. I just mentioned a phrase in the book, why are gentlemen more expensive than miners?

Annotations, collections, brief explanations, brief annotations, and current annotations and current annotations... In fact, there were so many of them in Haoran Tianxia back then. The so-called outstanding learning is nothing more than that.

Of course, it was later banned by the Confucian Temple, and now the status of accompanying priests has been restored, and all kinds of commentary works have naturally revived... Forget it, this statement is a bit awkward, anyway, there are so many springing bamboo shoots and crucian carp crossing the river.

When the master in the room was teaching the students, he seemed to be talking about his own understanding, and began to close his eyes, sit upright, and recite the full text of the Dharma Chapter aloud.

The old scholar lay down on the window sill, lowered his voice, and asked a young Confucian scholar with a smile, "Do you understand all of your master's lectures?"

In fact, the young Confucian scholar had already discovered the old gentleman who eavesdropped on the lecture, and the academy student was obviously bold, so while the lady was still there shaking his head, he grinned and said, "I don't understand this, actually. The content of the Fa Xing Pian seems to be very shallow, but it is the commentaries of the masters and Confucians, which are deeper and farther."

The young man nodded his head when he saw the old man's expression of approval.

Then the old gentleman asked: "What do you think is the biggest problem with that literary sage who wrote a book?"

The young Confucian scholar was stunned for a moment, and said with an angry smile: "Mr., this kind of question is really rebellious to ask. If you dare to ask, I, as a student of the Academy, dare not answer."

The predecessor of Chunshan Academy was Shanya Academy, one of the 72 academies in Haoran.Then, as a student of Chunshan Academy, wouldn't it be tantamount to rebelling against the scriptures and deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors if he said this?

The old gentleman smiled and said: "What dare you do? Some people dare to say that the Six Classics annotate me. What are you afraid of? I heard that you mountain masters advocate that you should avoid arrogance and bias when you stand up, and avoid narrow-mindedness in reading. You must refrain from staleness in writing, and you must express your own opinions and publish what no one has published before. I think this is very kind. Why do you dare not even have a little opinion of your own when you come to your side? I feel that all the knowledge in the world is given to you. The sages of the Confucian Temple have finished speaking, we just need to endorse, are we not allowed to have our own opinions?"

Wu Linzhuan, the current head of the mountain, has been tireless in learning since he was a child. He can read every book and is rigorous in his studies. He once served as a teacher in several states in Dali. An official who is not considered serious, after resigning in his later years, he gave lectures in several government academies. It is said that during the period when literary sage knowledge was banned, he worked hard to collect a large number of book editions, and personally published and proofread them. In the early years of the Dali Dynasty It was this person who first proposed that the imperial court must increase the economy, military equipment and arithmetic.

The young Confucian scholar hesitated for a moment. Come on, this person in front of him must be an old gentleman who failed the imperial examination and was mediocre in his studies. Then he mustered up his courage and said in a low voice: "I think that literary sage is very knowledgeable, but he talks more about etiquette and less about benevolence and righteousness, which is a bit inappropriate."

The old man continued to ask: "Then what do you think should be done? Have you thought about a remedy?"

The young Confucian scholar looked shy, "I thought about it secretly when I was free. Of course, it must be very vulgar and biased. It's just the two masters in our academy who lecture on Wen Sheng's works. Well, this master is one of them now. He often cares about himself. Walking in the academy, reciting that literary sage's works over and over again, one can't help but shed tears, I admire the literary sage the most, I dare not take out that nonsense article."

The teacher who had finished reciting the Fa Xing Pian saw the "absent-minded" student muttering to the outside of the window, when the master suddenly tapped the ruler and yelled softly, "Zhou Jiagu!"

The young Confucian scholar was dumbfounded, not only was he caught straight by the master, but the old gentleman outside the window, who was not righteous, suddenly disappeared.

Zhou Jiagu stood up tremblingly.

Then Zhou Jiagu noticed that outside the window, a group of old masters from the academy, headed by the head of the academy, came.

And then, an old man who had shrunk his head and knelt and squatted on the wall outside the window to hide, got up resentfully.

The old man was really cheeky, and Zhou Jiagu explained with a smile: "I won't be standing for a long time, it's a bit tiring."

Zhou Jiagu noticed that the face of the teacher who was giving the lecture was flushed, and he mistakenly thought that the teacher felt that someone had interrupted the lecture, and the young man immediately explained: "Mr. Fan, this is my distant uncle. He is here to visit me in the academy today Well, uncle doesn't know the rules of the academy, so it's my fault."

The old scholar stroked his beard and nodded and smiled.

Very kind.

Elderly scholars should say a few strange words pretending to be shocking, and don't be afraid that young people will not remember themselves.

Don't just put hats on young people at every turn, because people's hearts are not in the past, so let's pull it down.In fact, it's just that I have changed from a little bastard to an old bastard.

No matter how disappointed the old man is, he must always be full of hope for the young.

The world in the future will get better and better.

Then Zhou Jiagu found that Master Fan was so excited that he stumbled out of the classroom.

Finally standing in the corridor under the eaves, Master Fan looked solemn, straightened his clothes, and bowed to the old gentleman.

In addition, all the old masters including the mountain master of Chunshan Academy are exactly the same, and they can't afford to bow.

It seems that as long as Wen Sheng doesn't speak, he has to bow all the time.

The old scholar waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be so stubborn. I haven't eaten cold pig's head for many years. I'm not used to it."

All the masters of the academy slowly got up.

Wu Linzhuan, head of Chunshan Academy, stepped forward quickly, and asked softly, "Mr. Wensheng, where are you going to drink tea?"

The old scholar shook his head, walked up to Mr. Fan, and said with a smile: "Mr. Fan, why don't we have a discussion, and in the second half of the class, let me give a lecture on the Dharma to the students?"

Master Fan bowed again, his lips trembled and he could not speak.

The old scholar walked into the classroom, and dozens of academy students in the room had already stood up and bowed.

Especially that Zhou Jiagu, who had been chatting with Master Wensheng for a long time, was completely dumbfounded at the moment.

The old scholar raised his hand, "There is no need to be courteous, knowledge is important, all sit down."

All the masters in the academy, including Mr. Fan, just stood by the outside window to listen to the teachings of the sages, and none of them competed with the students in the room for seats.

The old scholar smiled and said: "Before explaining the Dharma, let me explain to Zhou Jiagu why he talks more about etiquette and less about benevolence and righteousness. Before that, I want to hear Zhou Jiagu's opinion on how to remedy it."

The old scholar looked at the young Confucian scholar and joked, "Zhou Jiagu, don't be afraid of saying the wrong thing. Even if you say something wrong, I don't care. Who cares? Is this the truth?"

Zhou Jiagu tremblingly said: "Master Wensheng...I'm a little nervous, I can't say..."

The old scholar smiled and asked: "Then I will give a lecture first? When will you not be nervous,

Say hello to me again? "

Zhou Jiagu wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded vigorously.

Outside the window, Mr. Fan laughed and cursed in his heart, brat, you are so courageous, you dare to learn from Mr. Wen Sheng?It is worthy of being the students I teach.

I have to ask Zhou Jiagu about the detailed process later.

On this day, nearly a thousand masters and students of Spring Hill Academy crowded outside the classroom.

The sage of Confucianism, after the restoration of the Confucian Temple, his first preaching and teaching in Haoran Tianxia was at the Dalichun Mountain Academy in Aquarius Continent.

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After Chen Ping'an swaggered away, the three people in the alley, Han Zhoujin, the formation master, Daolu Geling, the capital master, and Sui Lin, the yin and yang family, all looked at each other, a little discouraged, they were so deliberate, but they still couldn't arrest each other Come to think of it, for this fight that was thought to be extremely dangerous, the 11 people deduced dozens of possibilities in the inn, and the three of them were in charge of setting up an ambush to invite you into the urn.

The matter of setting up the formation is far from the slightest difference, especially when it involves the operation of the small world. For example, choosing a wider street outside the alley is also the only way for Chen Pingan to pass. It is more difficult to operate a large formation, and there are more flaws at the same time, and the sword cultivator happens to be the best at breaking ten thousand spells with one sword.

The female ghost Gaiyan and Lu Hui stood side by side on the top of a wall, she complained endlessly, "It's not enough, it's over before it starts."

My old lady doesn't believe in evil, really can't touch a piece of Mr. Chen's clothes?

Inside the alley, Han Zhoujin smiled bitterly, walked out of the alley with Ge Ling, and said, "It's really difficult to deal with a hidden official."

Since there was no fight, Ge Ling had nothing else to do, and knocked on the wall of the alley casually, "It does have a headache."

On the side of the Dali Espionage, there are not many remarkable records about the concealed identity. It is only known that he is the head of the Hundred Sword Immortals in Tuoyue Mountain. The sword questioning between Chen and Zhang Lu, and the subsequent records of Shuchen's deeds are extremely long.And at the end of the secret record in the A-character file, there were two annotations written by the national teachers, the top assassins are expected to ascend to the realm.

Sui Lin put away a total of six rare gold-colored sword-locking talismans, in addition to several talismans specially used to capture Chen Ping's energy flow.

There is a saying, what Chen Pingan said, they have 11 people in the earthly branch, so they are really rich.

Just like this fight, a lot of Gu Yu's money was consumed before the fight started.

They have at least one half-immortal soldier on hand, as long as they want to spend money, the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Punishment have specially set up a private treasury for them. As long as they ask for money or goods, the Dali court will give it.Each of the Rites and Punishment Departments has a servant, who is personally watching this matter. The person in charge of the Punishment Department is Zhao Yao.

Han Zhoujin was a little bored. He lost two games in a row, even if he lost to Chen Pingan. When you meet someone on the road, he will make a fortune, right?"

In the distance, Yu Yu said in a heartfelt voice: "It may be the title of 'Mr. Chen'. It may also be some kind of intuition honed on the battlefield. Just like punches are fed, intuition can also be cultivated. We still experience fighting. Too little."

Gaiyan, nicknamed "painter", was a little embarrassed. She was the one who pretended to be the young Zhao Duanming at that time.

Yuan Huajing said: "They are all withdrawn."

Song Xu hesitated to speak, but he still didn't say anything, and went back separately.

Chen Pingan returned to the inn, and before crossing the threshold, he took out a paper bag from his sleeve.

Seeing Chen Ping'an, the old man put down the "Jialing Bamboo Carvings" in his hand, and said with a smile, "I'm such a busy man, where did I go to pick up money for my conscience?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Come on, I almost got sacked by a group of thieves."

Of course, the old man didn't take it seriously, and joked: "In our capital, there are still kidnappers now? Even if there are, they don't know how to find a rich man?"

Chen Pingan put the bag on the counter, "On the way back, I bought a lot. If you don't mind, the shopkeeper can bring it to drink."

The old man nodded and smiled, it was a bag of twisted twist, it didn't cost a lot of money, but it was all from his heart.

Chen Ping glanced at the book, "The old shopkeeper not only likes porcelain, but also this one? In addition to a few bamboo fans in my house, there are also a pair of arm rests, which are painted and engraved with the eyebrows and three thousand peaches. It's not me. Bragging, even if it is a masterpiece, is worth a little money."

"How could it really be the bamboo carvings of Immortal Man... Forget it, you're good at making up stories, so you probably won't have to worry about not being able to buy the real ones."

The old man saw that this boy was a fellow again, he pushed the book over while talking insultingly, and said proudly: "Porcelain and bamboo carvings are nothing, the black tiger understands them all."

Chen Ping leaned on the counter and shook his head, "For rubbings of inscriptions, it's really not just a matter of reading a few books. The knowledge in it is too deep, and the threshold is too high. You have to read the original works, and you have to read a lot before you can really get started. Anyway, there are no shortcuts or tricks, to catch those authentic works, just one word, look, two words, read more, three words, spit out when you see it."

The old man laughed and scolded: "You don't feel back pain when you stand and talk, so you see too much, kid?"

"To be honest, I have seen a lot."

"You're a gangster, and you think you're a mountain... you're a mountain god, don't you brag and write drafts?"

"Bragging that needs to be drafted is not considered a transformation."

Chen Pingan was in a leisurely manner, accompanying the old man to talk nonsense, leaning against the counter, flipping through books at random, tapping the ground with his toes, memorizing the picture books, rubbings of famous works, and sayings such as "there is no such thing as a big book".

Be in harmony with others, whether you are close or close.

Officials of the household department, the old woman of the Fire God Temple, the old monk Liu Jia, the young Zhao Duanming, and the innkeeper.

Empress Dowager Dali, stop, the two sides can speak at eye level.

Every detail is not about who the other person is, but who you are.Then you care about who you are and who the other person is.

After returning the book, Chen Pingan found that Ning Yao was also reading when he got to the house, but he changed the book.

Chen Ping closed the door gently, but Ning Yao ignored him. Although the last book, from beginning to end, did not reveal the true identity of the beautiful bearded man in green robe who looked at the spring and autumn under the lamp, Ning Yao felt that this Bit, is the most expressive in the book, is the strong.

Chen Pingan poured himself a bowl of tea and took a sip.

Without raising his head, Ning Yao said, "The end of the alley is not like your usual style."

Chen Pingan leaned back on the chair, put his hands on the back of his head, and said with a smile, "It was Daoist Sun who taught me. On the way to practice, when the young geniuses I met were still young and their realm was not enough, I had to beat them up a few more times to get out of my mind." When the shadows come, I will gain prestige if I walk in the rivers and lakes by myself in the future."

The world is on the mountain.Everyone has their own way.

Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City, and Wu Shuangjiang, the Palace of Sui Chu, belonged to the same category of people.

The talisman Yuxuan, the Great Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, is another kind of person.

Daxuan Du Guansun Daochang, and Liandifeng Huolong Daoist are another kind of people.

Ning Yao suddenly smiled, "Where do you come from so many strange words, can't you use them up?"

Chen Pingan suppressed a smile, "I heard it on the road, I read it in the book. The family fortune is saved bit by bit."

Ning Yao asked: "Isn't there a little self-taught?"

Chen Ping rubbed his chin, and said solemnly: "The patriarch will enjoy the meal?"

Ning Yao said casually: "This group of monks is actually very aggrieved when they face you. There are so many backup players in the sky, and they are useless."

Chen Pingan nodded, "But to be honest, when I enter the fairyland one day in the future, I just say that on the Baopingzhou Mountain, maybe this group of dead soldiers in the big li, once they fill up the twelve earthly branches, for me One of the biggest potential hidden dangers."

After all, every time Bai Yujing used his sword, he followed the rules, and what Chen Pingan feared most in his life was the rules.

That's why Chen Ping took the initiative to go to the Xianjia Inn. Of course, in addition to finding out the general details and practice of the 11 people, he really hoped that this group of people could grow faster. It is possible that there will be a place for each of them on the top of Yizhou Mountain.

Chen Ping's thoughts and actions seem to be very contradictory. Since they are all hidden dangers that cannot be underestimated, they are willing to help the other party's growth.

Chen Ping picked up a novel on the table casually, flipped through a few pages, punched and kicked, and the masters of the rivers and lakes would report their moves, for fear that the opponent would not know his own skills.

Look, Cao Ci was like this when he was at the Confucian Temple. Next time we meet, I must persuade him as a friend.

Besides, how many punches did you Cao Ci create yourself, less than thirty moves?I'm not the same less than thirty.

Ning Yao suddenly said: "What's going on, you seem to be a little uneasy. Is there something wrong with the Fire God Temple, or is there something wrong with the Household Office?"

Chen Ping was stunned, then put down the book, "It's not quite right. It has nothing to do with the Fire God Temple and the Household Government Office, so it's very strange and unreasonable."

Ning Yao didn't ask any more questions.

She saw that Chen Ping took out the red paper from his sleeve, poured some ten thousand year old earthy yellow mud fragments on the yellow paper, began to twist a little of the soil, put it in his mouth and tasted it.

Ning Yao said, "You can really be a situationalist."

Be a burden Zhai, look forward to Qi Yu, quack doctor, fortune teller, write family letters on behalf of others, open a restaurant...

Chen Pingan wiped his mouth and said with a smile, "You can't overwhelm yourself with too many skills."

Ning Yao asked: "That young ghost cultivator on Qingxia Island called Zeng?"

Chen Pingan said: "I won't tell Zeng Ye what to say, I'll just talk to him. In the future, I can travel to the capital of Dali and increase my experience in the world. After that, it will depend on his own chance and fortune."

Ning Yao said without reason: "I have a good impression of that Ma Duyi, she has a big heart. Is she still living in that fox skin talisman?"

Chen Ping quickly glanced at Ning Yao.

Well, it's not an irony.

Chen Pingan immediately nodded and said: "Yes, she has always liked that pair of talisman skins. Everyone has a love for beauty."

Ning Yao asked suspiciously, "Didn't you think that they would simply leave Shujian Lake and settle down in Luopo Mountain?"

Chen Pingan shook his head: "Each has its own fate."

Traveling in the world is difficult, more difficult than mountains, and more dangerous than water.

Mountains and rivers are dangerous and roads destroy cars and boats, but Ruobi's heart is a smooth road.

So that trip, Miss Su, was dull and honest

The young Zeng Ye, the cheerful, lively and outspoken Ma Duyi, and many others who traveled with him back then are actually Chen Ping'an's guardians.

Chen Ping shook his sleeves. He had nothing to do at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, so he refined all the words in the book of landscape travel notes. He refined a lot of words. He took out 24 words from the sleeves of his green shirt, and then just made it up. The eleven names of the earthly branch monks.

Song Xu, Han Zhoujin, Ge Ling, Yu Yu, Lu Hui, Hou Jue.Yuan Huajing, Sui Lin, Gai Yan, Gou Cun.hard work.

Two sword cultivators, array masters, Confucian scholars, Taoist priests, monks, military monks, Yinyang monks, and ghost cultivators.

The juvenile's surviving trump card is temporarily unknown.

That young cavalry pawn was named Kushou.Except for the heroic spirit's night excursion, this person shot once, after that, he didn't make a shot in the two fights in the capital.

While looking at these names, Chen Ping was distracted to immerse his spiritual consciousness in the small world, and carefully inspected the soul and all the big mansions. There was nothing unusual, and there was no slight trace of being tampered with in the robes on his body.

The small Taoist temple that I passed by before, the administrative office of the Taoist government office in the capital, had a couplet hanging on it: Pines, cypresses, and golden courts to raise true blessings, and Changhuai eternal Taoism spiritual market.

At the Fire God Temple, Aunt Feng treated the guests with Baihua Niang, because Chen Pingan saw the doorway sealed with red paper and mud, and asked about the tribute, Aunt Feng mentioned two forces by the way, Fengdu Ghost Mansion, Fangzhu Mountain, Qingjun , governing the heavenly blessings on the earth and all the fairy books on the earth, except the dead books and the birth names.

Especially the latter, and because Chen Ping'an mentioned Jiudu Mountain in Aiaizhou, from Aunt Feng's tone, Fangzhu Mountain has probably become a thing of the past, otherwise the founder of Jiudu Mountain would not have part of the broken mountain and inherited a Tao Yunxian pulse.

The ruins of the fairy mansion refined by the formation master Han Zhoujin, as well as Yu Yu's sword fairy retinue, obviously have a long history and a faint ancient atmosphere. Could it be some kind of hint from Aunt Feng?Maybe those jars of Baihua Jiuniang were actually just an introduction to reveal the secret?

The magical powers on the mountain emerge in endlessly, making it impossible to guard against.Just talking about the natal flying swords of the world's sword cultivators, how many incredible magical powers do they have?Countless.

Chen Pingan said suddenly: "The old coachman before had a bad temper and was very arrogant. The first thing he said when we met was to tell me to fart."

In fact, Chen Ping'an really wanted to find him to practice.

Ning Yao nodded, then continued to read, and said casually, "Don't get used to the stinky problem, why don't you hack him to death?"

Chen Ping was speechless, and sighed, "If we really want to fight, I can only rely on a night tour, and I can't kill him for the time being, right?"

Ning Yao said something thoughtless, "Guan Yiran understands you quite well, no wonder you became friends."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "At Shujian Lake, Guan Yiran helped a lot, and he didn't have the slightest pretensions of a wealthy family."

What I thought in my heart was that Lao Tzu sent inkstones and wine, you Guan Yiran just repayed your friend like this, isn't it a crime?After that, the Changpu River Wine Bureau, wait.

In fact, Ning Yao didn't really like to talk about Shujian Lake, because that was the most difficult concern for Chen Pingan.

She couldn't bear to say more.Even if she took the initiative to mention it, it was only a woman like Ma Duyi.In fact, some past events have never really passed.There are only two kinds of real past events, which can't be remembered at all, and the past events that can be talked about casually.

Chen Ping put his arms on the table and said with a smile: "You know, I grew up eating a lot of food. In addition to being grateful and thinking of others, I can't help myself from observing words and expressions, otherwise it will be easy for those kind-hearted people. They are embarrassed by their relatives in their own lives."

Ning Yao put down the book and said softly, "For example?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, and said with a smile: "For example, there is an old woman in Mawei Lane who often gives me things, and secretly gives them to her behind her family's back on purpose. Grandma's daughter-in-law happened to be there, so she started to say some nasty things, both for the old grandma and me, saying how could there be such a strange thing, the things in the house were not stolen , Could it be that he has become a spirit, will grow legs, and go to other people's houses."

Ning Yao asked: "Then what do you do?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "There is nothing I can do."

After a moment of silence, Chen Pingan picked up the water bowl, "I just thought of the old mother, who was standing at the door with her left hand clutching the right sleeve, with her back to her family, and they were all her juniors, but she wanted to treat me The outsiders smiled, as if they were afraid that I would be unhappy. In fact, after parting from the old mother, walking alone on the road would make me feel uncomfortable. What was even more uncomfortable was that I didn't know that the old mother, on that day, How do you get along with your family?"

So later, on Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake, drinking at the same table with Liu Zhimao, who was supposed to beat each other to death, is it a thing?Not at all.

Ning Yao lay down on the table and asked, "When you were young, did your neighbors take the initiative to help with all the red and white matters?"

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "How is it possible, some words are really harsh, so I don't bother to talk to them."

Then Chen Ping laughed, "Of course, I was really not good at quarreling at that time, and I couldn't quarrel even if I wanted to. But there are ways to keep myself from being aggrieved. To grab water in the middle of the night, I have to break away from other people's houses together." A small dam that keeps water from entering the fields, you know?"

Looking at Chen Pingan who stretched out his hand, Ning Yao shook his head, "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I can imagine it."

Chen Ping's eyes were shining, and he was a little childishly proud for the first time, "At that time, I was able to find a place to hide on the other side of the field ridge, and I didn't leave for a night. Others didn't have the patience, so no one would argue. Get over me."

In Ning Yao's impression, Chen Ping'an had all kinds of eyebrows, expressions, and demeanors, but he rarely showed the current high-spirited and self-satisfied.

A little boy who has been tanned into small black charcoal by the sun is not afraid of walking at night anyway, let alone ghosts. He often lies alone on the field ridge, with his legs raised, biting grass roots, and occasionally waving his hands to disperse mosquitoes and flies, just like that. Look at the bright moon, or the extremely bright starry sky.

A lonely child lying on the ground looking at the sky.

Now, with his chin resting on his arm, the man smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Ning Yao picked up the book again.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "I'm going to read too."

A mustard seed of the mind, patrolling the small world of the human body, and finally came to the shore of the heart lake, Chen Pingan quickly searched through the secret record files of the summer resort, but there was no entry for Fangzhu Mountain, Chen Pingan still did not give up, and continued to move his mind slightly, the record of immortality, the record of eternal life Recorded... some small gains, but still can't piece together a reasonable context.

Chen Ping spent a lot of energy and spirit on the bank of the heart lake to build a library to store all the books, sort them into categories, and make them easy to select and look up. Looking through the memory of the books is like fishing, the fishing rod is an empty library, and the mind is That fishing line, using a certain keyword, word, or sentence as a hook, throws the rod to the library, and when the rod is lifted, it can pull out a "fish in the pond" of a certain book or several books.

No one taught Chen Pingan this method. It was Chen Pingan who learned it from Wen Hai Zhou Mi and his disciple Pei Qian.

After leaving the night boat, Chen Pingan was busy with another matter. On the heart lake, he carefully gathered and refined a drop of time and water, a kendo seed, and a bamboo ruler. They were suspended in the air and used by Chen Pingan respectively to measure time, weight and length.This is what Chen Ping'an and Li Sheng learned. In the small world of the human body, they build their own weights and measures. In this way, even if they are trapped in other people's small world, they will not be dizzy.

It's a pity that Chen Pingan completely lost the Yin and Yang gods in the half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Otherwise, Chen Pingan would only be faster in terms of cultivation.

Chen Pingan was standing by the water at the moment, with the sun and moon rising and falling, and the Milky Way flowing above his head. The people on the shore looked down at the people in the water.

Chen Ping put away his gaze, turned his head as soon as he turned around, looked at his reflection in the heart lake, frowned, and remembered the young monk who seemed to have no sense of existence, working hard.

Hard work?

This is a Go proverb.

To use an analogy, it is like Pei Qian, the great disciple who founded the mountain, who is the bitter hand of Taihui Sword Sect Baishou. Of course, Guo Zhujiu is also a bit like Pei Qian's hard hand, which is a typical one thing and one thing.

Then Chen Pingan in Niping Lane is the hard worker of Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane.

And Cao Ci is undoubtedly Chen Pingan's greatest painstaking hand on the road of martial arts, and sword repairer Liu Cai is the painstaking hand of the sword.

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, turned around and walked back to the water's edge, sat cross-legged, began to close his eyes and meditate, making tactic with both hands, but opened his eyes soon.

A little bald head rode a fire dragon on a hunting tour, sat on top of the fire dragon's head, and said: "If you want to ask about the previous life, who is the recipient in this life?"

Chen Ping said helplessly: "I understand the truth."

The little bald head asked: "Remember the second wish?"

Chen Pingan nodded. Medicine Buddha has twelve great wishes, the second of which is the wish of the light of the body to break the darkness and enlighten all living beings.

I wish that when I attain Bodhi in the next life, my body will be like glass, clear inside and outside, pure without blemishes, bright and vast, with towering merits and virtues, good and peaceful in my body, with solemn flames, surpassing the sun and the moon; various undertakings.

In a thousand-year-old dark room, one light is bright.

The little bald head folded his arms around his chest and said angrily: "'Praying to the Buddha is useful', you said it yourself when you were young, but what did you think when you grew up? Looking back, every time you were young The first time I went up to the mountain to collect herbs and went down to cook the medicine, did it work or not? Does this count as sincerity brings success?"

Chen Pingan hummed lightly.

The little bald head rode away on a dragon, swearing, and Chen Pingan endured it. He was silent for a long time. When he stood up, he looked at the water and said to himself, "The biggest pain lies in me?"

Then Chen Ping's face turned livid, "These bastards, are you dying?!"

Jiezi quickly withdrew from Xiaotiandi, and Chen Pingan didn't even have time to say anything to Ning Yao, so he stepped back and went straight to the fairy inn, breaking the restrictions of mountains and rivers.

On the other side of the Yiyun Building, the long sword pierced the sky at night, and dragged a dazzling sword light above the capital, which was held by Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping's body floated down on a roof, with a sword in his right hand and five thunder clusters in his left hand, and even sacrificed the bird in the cage and the moon in the well at the same time.

Because if one is not careful, these guys will hit another "Chen Pingan" by mistake.

Pure as a god.