Sword of Coming

Under the Yamen Archway.

Chen Dui chatted about many interesting anecdotes about strange people from all over the world. The little girl from Zhengyang Mountain listened with gusto and said: "Sister, you know so much."

Chen Dui smiled and said, "When you grow up, you will know many things."

Song Jixin half-truthfully said, "When I get along with you, I feel like you are quite a normal person."

The woman raised her long eyebrows slightly and asked, "Do you mean to say that in front of Song Changjing, your great Li clan king, you have to lower your eyebrows and bow your knees?"

Song Jixin laughed loudly and pointed at Chen Dui, "Girl, if the way you talk is heard by Mr. Qi from our small town school, he will definitely frown. Do you know, you are called Fei?" This or that, it's very unreasonable. It sounds reasonable at first, but in fact it doesn't stand up to scrutiny at all. What I really mean is, of course, you don't have to flatter Song Changjing, and you shouldn't, but Song Changjing is. The biggest local snake in Da Li is still the leading martial arts master, right? As an outsider, you should follow the local customs and be a little polite to the owner of a house, shouldn't you? Why do you have to put on a bad face and pretend to be a master? I just pretended to be pretending, but after pretending, I was beaten half to death by Song Changjing, and I dared to say harsh words in front of him, I really don’t know how to say good things to you."

In the end, Song Jixin pointed at himself and laughed at himself: "Even a mean-mouthed and evil-hearted person like me knows how to judge the situation and decide what to eat."

Chen Dui hesitated for a moment and said: "It's like repelling like, I am also a martial arts practitioner. To be honest, I have never particularly looked up to you martial artists from Dongbaopingzhou. Of course, I was proven wrong in the end. I was very wrong." wrong."

Song Jixin was surprised and said: "You are quite honest."

Chen Duiran said calmly: "People who practice martial arts don't recognize fists, so what can they recognize?"

Song Jixin suddenly asked a sharp question, "You foreigners who come to the town to look for treasure opportunities seem to be different from what we think. Is it because you have strong fists?"

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 someone like us. When you set foot on the path of spiritual practice one day, you will naturally understand, otherwise I will tell you Mouth, you don’t understand either.”

Song Jixin sighed: "It's so boring to be someone like you."

The little girl joked: "Then go to our Zhengyang Mountain to play. It will be fun."

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

Chen Dui turned around and looked a little nervous instinctively.

I saw the king of the Li clan in white robe and jade belt standing at the archway and said to Song Jixin: "Go back to Mud Bottle Lane to pack up and prepare to leave here."

Song Jixin smiled and said: "Okay, now I have to leave my hometown."

The little girl was reluctant to leave and asked: "When you leave your hometown, do you mean you are leaving your hometown with a well on your back?"

Song Jixin laughed, stood up and said, "Let's go, let's take you back to the Li family's house first. This is called having a beginning and an end."

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

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

Song Jixin curled his lips and turned to look at the sky. Dark clouds were gathering, and there was a hint of rain.

His mood suddenly became extremely bad.

After sending Tao Zi back from Zhengyang Mountain, Song Jixin was surprised to find Song Changjing standing under the locust tree. He walked quickly and asked curiously: "Leaving in such a hurry?"

Song Changjing nodded and said: "I received a temporary message that there is something going on outside that needs to be resolved personally, so I took a carriage directly to Mud Bottle Lane, packed my things and left."

Song Jixin looked up, and sure enough, there were three carriages parked outside the gate of the government office. This must be the first time in the young man's life that he rode in a carriage.

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

Song Jixin looked around, and all he saw was the straw futon under his buttocks. It was not as luxurious as he had imagined, let alone surprising. This made Song Jixin a little disappointed. Originally, the young man was looking forward to seeing Zhigui's surprise when he boarded the carriage.

The dense horse hooves 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 out the car window at the scene of the town. From now on, the Great Li Dynasty would completely lose its nominal control over this small cave.

But thinking about it on the other hand, since the founding of the Great Li Kingdom, it was precisely because of the huge benefits brought by this small cave that it gradually transformed from a small separatist force in a corner to the largest secular dynasty in the northern part of Aquarius Continent. one.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, small caves and sky.

From now on, I'm afraid I can only find it in the Secret History of the Great Li Palace.

Song Changjing put away his thoughts and asked casually: "Aren't you going to say goodbye to Chen Ping'an?"

After driving out of Fulu Street, the road was uneven. Song Jixin's body began to sway slightly with the carriage, shaking his head and saying: "It's hard to say whether that guy can survive. What if he only finds a corpse? How disgusting. He, Chen Ping'an He has no father or mother, and now even his best friend is dead, so doesn’t it mean that I, the neighbor, have to handle his funeral affairs?”

Song Changjing hummed.

Song Jixin asked: "The little girl from Zhengyang Mountain mentioned a person named Ma Kuxuan from Xinghua Lane. He was about the same age as me. It seemed that he offered a bag of support money and gave Chen Ping'an and the girl 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 previously assassinated the Sui prince in Qilong Lane. Some clues have been found, which involved this young man named Ma Kuxuan. Over the years, that man The assassin who was a prisoner has been in contact with Ma Kuxuan many times in private, and it may be a master-disciple relationship. Now that Zhenwushan has intervened, we can only put it aside for the time being. After all, there are many Zhenwu disciples in the Dali army, and The official position is not low."

Song Jixin smiled and said, "Uncle, do you ever say 'you can only'?"

Song Changjing said unconcernedly: "Who allowed me to have such a status that I can't lose my status as the bullshit Great Li Domain King?"

When the carriage approached Mud Bottle Lane, Song Jixin said intentionally or unintentionally: "Chen Pingan, is it really just Chen Pingan?"

Song Changjing laughed dumbly, "Before letting you move to Mu Ping Lane, the government office had already thoroughly checked. Chen Pingan's family has eighteen generations of ancestors. They have a very clear lineage. There are no problems. They are related to wealth and power." , not related. What, did that Chen Dui scare you? Don’t worry, I have roughly guessed her identity. Her branch of the Chen family has no connection with the branch that Chen Ping’s ancestors left in the town. So relax, Chen Ping'an is just Chen Ping'an. The one who is barely related is the Chen family in Longwei County where Chen Songfeng lives. But think about it, are relatives who haven't been in contact for hundreds of years still considered relatives? Furthermore, the Chen family in the small town has been so destitute that only one person is left who is not a slave or maid. They are poor in the downtown area and have no one to ask for, and the rich are in the mountains and have distant relatives. At least you have read some books, but you don’t even understand this truth? "

Song Jixin still refused to give up, "What about the eighteen generations before the eighteen generations of our ancestors? There was never a big shot with amazing talents? Not even one?"

Song Changjing smiled and said: "So you hope that Chen Pingan's life experience will be special?"

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

Song Changjing became more and more curious and joked: "Why did that guy bully you and make you so obsessed? But according to my understanding of that boy, it doesn't look like..."

Song Jixin sneered and interrupted the words of the Great Li vassal king, "People in small places may not have high vision and shallow eye sockets, but you must not think that they are stupid. Good or bad, they have a simple and kind heart, and bad Some people will be so bad that they will have sores on their heads and pus on their soles, and some people will be so stupid that they are hopelessly stupid, 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 in either category. He's such a fool. That's why I feel particularly aggrieved."

Ning Yao squatted in front of the bench and carefully looked at Chen Pingan's sleeping face, feeling shocked in his heart.

Such magical powers are indescribably wonderful.

Chen Pingan's strange sleeping posture makes the young man look like he is returning to his original nature from head to toe.

Although Ning Yao couldn't explain it clearly, the girl was born with extremely keen intuition about the quality of a magical power.

Ning Yao turned around and asked curiously: "Are you the leader of Chen Pingan's practice?"

The old man smoked a dry cigarette, crossed his legs, looked at the dark rain outside the house, and said with a smile: "Practice? Does this count as practice? Why, now there is another guy in the world outside who is qualified to establish a religion and call himself an ancestor? That’s why the world is declining, and the situation on the road to spiritual practice is getting worse every year? That’s not true, those people are not vegetarians. Since they have become gluttons, they can only continue on this road of no return. , and we will never allow outsiders to get a share of the pie.”

Ning Yao was confused, "Senior Yang, what are you talking about?"

The old man was stunned, "Didn't your elders tell you about those old antiques?"

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

Old Man Yang turned his head and looked at the girl carefully, and finally said, "How many words are engraved on that city 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 eighteen characters in total."

The old man sighed and said: "There are already eighteen characters. Daofa, Haoran, Xitian, after six characters, what else is there?"

Ning Yao said in a deep voice: "The four characters of Thunder Pond are important, and the four characters of Sword Qi Lasting are Qi, Chen, and Dong."

Old Man Yang frowned and asked: "Little girl, there is only one word left, and you eat it?"

Ning Yao said angrily: "Forgot!"

The old man did not break the casserole and ask the final question, but changed the question: "Is it still the old rule that every time you kill an Ascension Realm monster, you are qualified to carve 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 a foreign swordsman who had the habit of writing travel notes. He wrote down all the customs and customs along the way. He finally died near our town, so I took back the thick travel notes. Check it out when you have nothing to do."

Ning Yao doubted the authenticity 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, which was a bit like Taoist sitting and forgetting or Buddhist meditation, and asked: "What's wrong with him?"

Old Man Yang said slowly: "Little death."

Sleeping is a small death.

Ning Yao was a little helpless. The old man from Yangjiapu's words were either harsh and unpleasant, or strange.

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

Ning Yao was stunned and fell into deep thought.

Soon she naturally closed her eyes and concentrated, then fell asleep. Finally, she nodded suddenly and fell into a deep sleep.

Old Man Yang stood up, walked around the girl, came to the young man, pointed his cigarette pole at Ning Yao, and said to the young man: "Look at this person, with just a few words of advice, you can break through the situation in one fell swoop. Look again." You don’t even have any skills, but you like to be stubborn. Who are you to be stubborn with? How many years have you been sleeping for God? Are you willing to deal with a guy like you? "

Old Man Yang returned to his original position and sat, looking at the growing rain curtain outside the house. The heavy raindrops hit the ground in the courtyard with a crackling sound. The old man looked a little sad, "After so many years, I have been choosing and looking for so many people." , I never thought that I would be the one with the least hope, and the toughest fate."

A skinny child, carrying a large basket of wild vegetables on his back and seven or eight small fish skewered with dogtail grass in his hand, was walking in the alley. After the child opened the door of his own yard, he just walked into the yard. Over there next door, Immediately, a young man wearing a silk shirt stepped on the stool, then skillfully climbed up the low courtyard wall, squatted there, completely ignoring the dirty expensive clothes, and said with a smile: "Hey, the surnamed Chen is going up and down the mountain again." Are you eating from water? You are really good at eating from mountains and water. Can you take me to play with you in the future? I will reward you with copper coins?"

The skinny boy smiled and said, "No need to pay."

The young master full of wealth and aura curled his lips and said: "Don't push me away, I'm not willing to go."

The child picked the small fish one by one from the foxtail grass. The big ones were as long as a palm and the small ones were no longer than a thumb. The child stood on tiptoes and put them on the window sill of his house to expose them to the sun. After they were dried, they could be eaten without adding salt. There is no need to disembowel the food and squeeze out the internal organs. This is not because the children are afraid of trouble, because if they do this, there will be only a few ounces of meat left. Anyway, it tastes crunchy and very fragrant.

After the young man on the courtyard wall finished speaking, he actually felt a little regretful. In fact, he had always envied his neighbors of the same age. Every time he came home, they were always full of rabbits, loaches, fish, and wild fruits. He was very moved by the sight of them. It's not that he is greedy, it's just that his eyes are greedy, but he is unwilling to change his mind even if he wants to be strong. In addition, seeing the brisk and carefree appearance of the man next door named Chen, he feels a little depressed.

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

The young man named Song Jixin on the wall couldn't understand this at all.

One day, a child who had no worries about food and clothing but could only live in Mud Bottle Lane came home with a bruised nose and swollen face and was covered in dirt.

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

He quarreled with someone today and even got into a fight. Some of the vicious words are still lingering in his ears, making this child with a strong self-esteem feel like a knife, and his face is sometimes sad and sometimes ferocious.

"Aren't you a bit rich? How proud are you? You are not even as good as Chen Ping'an. Although your parents are dead, you still know who your parents are. Do you know who your parents are?"

The child named Song was tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

The next day, instead of squatting on the wall and chatting with neighbors as usual, the child visited Chen Ping'an's house for the first time.

After he said a word to Chen Pingan, it didn't take long for Chen Pingan to leave the town, violating the oath his mother had made when she died, and became an apprentice in a dragon kiln at a young age.

There was a figure standing furtively at the back door of the main hall of the shop. When Old Man Yang saw it, he didn't say anything. He just turned around and disliked it as an eyesore.

The figure was particularly hurt after seeing the old man's actions.

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

Old Man Yang sighed, quickly stood up and walked out of the house, closed the door, stood on the steps, and looked at the woman who was showing off her attitude of asking for guilt. The old man didn't even have the interest to smoke a dry cigarette.

The woman stopped, put her hands on her hips and cursed: "What are you doing, are you guarding against thieves?! Old man Yang, you are my man's master after all, why do you do such immoral things? Li Er, a good shop clerk, Why did you tell him to pack up and get out? You opened the Yang's shop? Huh? Did Li Er sleep with his wife, or his master's daughter?!"

The man who was blocked back from the street hunched his neck and hid by the back door, wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself.

How could he not know the temperament of his master and the virtues of Li Er and his wife? So he felt that he would lose some skin this time even if he didn't die.

Old Man Yang had no expression on his face, "Are you done? After you're done, go home and call Chunqu. I heard that the cats in the westernmost part of the town meow non-stop all year round. They meow during the day and at night. Many people moved because of the noise... …”

The woman seemed to be saddened by the words, and her voice rose again, "You old immortal, you have the nerve to say go home! Your apprentice has no way of making a living, so he wanders around all day long. The roof of our house collapsed two days ago. , I couldn't even get the money for repairs, so I had to go back to my parents' house with my gold and silver, and I was bullied! If Li Er hadn't driven you out of the shop, how miserable would our family of four be? Yang Old man, quickly take out the coffin and build a house for our family, otherwise I won’t be done with you today!”

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

Zheng Dafeng said with a mournful face: "Master, Li Er went to do that thing according to your old instructions. He will definitely not be back for a while."

The old man's face was gloomy.

Zheng Dafeng was even ready to kneel down and kowtow.

The woman threw away her oil-paper umbrella, sat down on the rainy ground, and cried loudly, "You old and immortal thing likes to pick out ashes, and you won't even let go of your apprentice's wife."

The old man moved a small bench under the eaves, sat down slowly, took out the tobacco from the bag at his waist, crushed it into a ball and put it into his pipe. He smoked the dry tobacco, 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 heavily, and the woman had a plump figure and thin clothes. So many people working in the Yang's shop came to join in the fun, and they all had fun and feasted their eyes on her.

The woman cried heartbrokenly, but stopped suddenly, as if someone had strangled 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 corner of his mouth and said: "The rat droppings on the incense table are disgusting to gods and ghosts."