Chapter 11 Girl and Flying Sword

A Confucian scholar with frosty temples and a young man in a green shirt left the country school and came downstairs to the archway. The most knowledgeable teacher in the town looked a little haggard. He pointed to a plaque above his head and said, "You must do your duty, what do you mean by these four words?"

Young man Zhao Yao is both a student in the school and a student of his teacher. , looked up along the line of sight, and said without hesitation: "We Confucians use the word benevolence to establish our religion. The four characters on the plaque are taken from 'Be benevolent and not give in to the teacher', which means that we scholars should respect the teacher and respect the Tao, but in benevolence and righteousness Before morality, you don’t have to be humble.”

Mr. Qi asked: “No need to be humble?” Song Jixin is aggressive and sharp, but his temperament is more gentle and restrained, like a hibiscus in its early bloom, naturally cute. When the teacher asked this hidden and mysterious question, the young man did not dare to take it lightly and considered it carefully. He felt that the teacher was testing his own knowledge. How could he dare to take it casually? The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at his disciple's cautious appearance as if facing a formidable enemy. He smiled knowingly and patted the young man on the shoulder. "It's just a casual question. Don't be nervous. It seems that I was too restrained about your nature before. Diao Zhuozuo." Being too complicated makes you live like a statue in Wenchang Pavilion, keeping a straight face, following the rules in everything, being reasonable in everything, and not tired... But for now, it seems to be a good thing. "

The young man was a little puzzled, but his teacher had already taken him around to the other side. He still looked up at the four-character plaque. The Confucian scholar looked relaxed. For some reason, the unsmiling teacher actually said He started many interesting anecdotes and told his disciples: "The person who wrote the four-character plaque was once the first calligrapher in the world. It caused many debates, such as the battle of bones and patterns and divine will. 'In ancient times, The debate over the quality of "Jin Yan" has not yet been concluded. Rhyme, method, meaning, and posture, the four meanings of calligraphy, this person has won the double title for thousands of years, which simply does not give half a chance to the masters of his generation. At this time, "Xi Yan Zi Zi" is a bit interesting. If you look carefully, you should be able to find that although the four characters are similar in terms of pen, structure, and spiritual intention, in fact, they are separated by four great masters of the Taoist ancestral court. It was written when two old immortals were exchanging letters. They had a lot of quarrels. They both wanted to write the mysterious and mysterious word '西', but were unwilling to write the common and vulgar word 'yan'..."

Then the Confucian scholar took the young man around to the "Don't ask outside". He looked left and right with a faint look, "The country school where you originally studied will soon be replaced by several people because there is no teacher." The big families ceased operations, or simply tore them down, and built small Taoist temples or erected a Buddha statue for pilgrims to burn incense. A Taoist or monk presided over it, year after year, until the end of the Jiazi period. During this period, they might be 'replaced' two or three times, so as not to The people in the town are doubtful, but it is actually just a crude deception. However, if a magic skill as big as a sesame seed is completed here, if it is left outside, it may be as grand as the gods beating drums and spring thunder shaking the heaven and earth. ..."

Going to the back, the gentleman spoke in a thin voice.Even if the scholar Zhao Yao pricked up his ears, he couldn't hear the mosquitoes and flies clearly.

Mr. Qi sighed, his tone a little helpless and tired: "Many things were originally secrets that could not be revealed, but now they become less and less important. But we are scholars after all, so we still have to talk about them. It’s shameless. What’s more, if I, Qi Jingchun, take the lead in breaking the rules, it will be like cheating and it will be really ugly.”

Zhao Yao suddenly plucked up the courage and said: “Sir, the student knows that you are not a common person. , this town is not an ordinary place."

The Confucian scholar smiled curiously: "Oh? Tell me."

Zhao Yao pointed to the majestic Twelve Feet. Archway, "this place, together with the iron lock well in Xinghua Lane, the covered bridge with two iron swords hanging at the bottom, the old locust tree, the peach tree in Taoye Lane, and the Fuzhou where my Zhao family is located. Lu Street, the Guyu posts, Double Ninth Festival posts, etc. are all very strange."

The Confucian scholar interrupted the young man, "Why is it so strange? You have never grown up here. Have you ever seen the scenery outside the small town? Without any comparison, how can you say this?"

Zhao Yaowei said in a deep voice: "I am already familiar with the contents of those books, sir. The peach blossoms in Yexiang are very different from the poems in the book. Furthermore, why does the teacher only teach the three books of elementary education, focusing on literacy? What books should we read after elementary education, and what is the purpose of reading? What does it mean to be a farmer in the imperial court and ascend to the emperor's hall in the evening? It's all about the world, but..."

The Confucian scholar smiled happily and said, "That's enough, it's useless to talk more."

Zhao Yao immediately stopped talking.

The Confucian scholar who called himself Qi Jingchun whispered: "Zhao Yao, you need to be careful in your words and deeds in the future, and remember that disaster comes from your mouth, so most Confucian sages are tight-lipped. The gentleman who is above the sages talks about being cautious and independent. As for the saints, such as the mountain masters of the seventy-two academies... these people can make prophecies and preach the law just like Taoist great masters and Buddhist golden-bodied arhats. Sui. After reaching this realm, this group of people and the masters of various schools of thought are collectively called land gods, and they are considered to have stepped into the threshold. However, all of these characters are like dragons, and some are as high as Taoist temples. The statues there are so high that it is impossible for ordinary people to find them."

Zhao Yao was confused as if he was falling into the clouds.

Zhao Yao couldn't help but ask: "Sir, why are you talking about this today?"

The Confucian scholar looked open-minded and smiled: "You have a husband, so I naturally have a husband. And My husband... don't tell me, anyway, I thought I could survive for a few decades, but suddenly I found that some people behind the scenes were not willing to wait even this time, so I can't take you out of the town this time. , you need to go out on your own. Some innocuous truths should be revealed to you. You just want to hear a story. I just hope you understand.The truth is, there is heaven outside, and there are people above us. No matter how "blessed and lucky" you, Zhao Yao, are, you cannot be complacent or slack off. "

The water in the well dropped and the locust leaves fell off the branches, which are all omens.

A scholar named Qi Jingchun reminded: "Zhao Yao, remember the piece I asked you to put away. Locust leaves? "

The young scholar nodded vigorously and said, "Put it together with the seal given by Mr. ”

“Where in the world can leaves be so green, fresh and tender when they leave the branches? There are thousands of people in the town, but only a handful of people can get this 'blessed shade'. You can play with that locust leaf often, and maybe there will be another opportunity in the future. ”

The Confucian scholar’s ​​eyes were deep, “In addition, over the years, I have been asking you to do good deeds in the town and make good friends. No matter who you treat, you must treat each other with courtesy and sincerity. From now on, You will slowly understand

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The secret is that those seemingly inconspicuous and trivial things will eventually reap benefits that may not be as great as hugging. Writing a "Local County Chronicle" is worse. ”

The young man found a yellow bird sitting on the stone beam, occasionally jumping and chirping.

The Confucian scholar put his hands behind his back and looked up at the yellow bird. His expression was solemn.

The young man could not see anything strange.

Confucian scholar Qi Jingchun suddenly looked over at Mu Ping Alley and frowned

The Confucian scholar sighed softly and said: "The insects gradually heard the sound of spring and burst out of the ground. Just as a guest, isn't it too much to be sneaky and do sneaky tricks under the nose of the host? Do you really think that you can do whatever you want here with just a small bowl of water? "

Zhao Yao was worried, "Sir? ”

The Confucian scholar waved his hand, indicating that the matter had nothing to do with the young man, and just led him to the last plaque.

The young Zhao Yao seemed to suddenly hear a spring thunder. Stinging insect suddenly stopped, his eyes were blank.

Not far away, he saw a girl in black wearing a curtain hat. Her face was obscured by gauze. She is slender and not plump. She wears a long sword with a white sheath and a narrow knife with a green sheath hanging on her waist. She stands under the plaque of "Angry Bullfighting" with her arms folded across her chest and her head raised.

The Confucian scholar felt amused and coughed slightly.

The young man was just dumbfounded and did not understand the teacher's reminder of "don't look at anything inappropriate".

The Confucian scholar smiled knowingly. Instead of yelling, she stopped coughing loudly and allowed the young man beside her to look at the girl.

The girl seemed not to notice the young man's gaze.

She seems to especially appreciate the four characters "Angry Bullfighting". Compared with the dignified and solemn characters of the other three plaques in regular script, the characters on this plaque are only written in regular script, and its charm is almost wanton. .

She likes it!

The boy suddenly woke up and it was the gentleman who patted him on the shoulder., smiled and said: "Zhao Yao, you should go back to the school to carry your things home."

The young man blushed, lowered his head, and followed his husband back to the school.

The girl slowly released her fingers from holding the handle of the knife.

In the distance, the Confucian scholar joked: "Zhao Yao, Zhao Yao, I saved your life."

The young man was shocked and said: "Sir?"

The Confucian scholar hesitated for a moment and said with a serious look: "When you see her in the future, you must take a detour."

The gentle scholar in green shirt was a little surprised and a little disappointed, " Sir, why is this?"

Qi Jingchun thought for a while and said something conclusive, "She is extremely sharp and is destined to be a sheathless sword."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled and said: "Of course, if you just like someone secretly, Taoist Buddha cannot stop you. Even our most disciplined scholar, our sage teacher, can only give you a warning 'Don't speak, look, hear or touch anything that's inappropriate', I never said don't think of anything inappropriate."

At this moment, the young man suddenly seemed obsessed and blurted out: "She smells so good!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the young man was confused.

The Confucian scholar had a headache, not because he was angry, but because the situation was rather difficult. He said in a deep voice: "Zhao Yao, turn around!"

The young man subconsciously turned around and turned his back to the teacher. .

Downstairs of the archway, the girl turned her head with murderous intent.

She first lowered her hands, pressing the thumbs of each hand on the hilt and hilt of the sword.

Then she started to run in small steps. After about four or five steps, her hands and feet suddenly exerted their strength. The three-foot long sword with the snow-white scabbard and the slender narrow knife with the green scabbard were first unsheathed and moved forward diagonally. , At the same time, she jumped up from the ground, quickly grasped the sword with both hands, and without saying a word, struck it down on the head!

Between the girl in black and the pair of teachers and students in the town, two arms that were not thick stretched and exploded into two bright arc moons.

It is definitely not a magical power, let alone a magic method.

It’s just a quick word!

The Confucian scholar looked at ease and showed no intention of evading. He just lightly stamped his foot.

A ripple surged out.

The next moment, the girl’s body tensed up and her murderous intention became even stronger.

Not to mention that the powerful sword strike was completely in vain. She stood where the sword was when it was unsheathed.

The Confucian scholar smiled and said: "Yes, a lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. But having said that, I, the disciple, did offend the girl, but the crime is not punishable by death, right?"

The girl deliberately made her voice mature and dull, slowly put the sword into the sheath, held the sword with one hand, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the Confucian scholar, "How do you 'feel', that is your business, I No matter."

The girl took a step forward and said, "What I do is my business. Of course, you can... take care of it!"

Push forward quickly.

Before herThe ground where his back feet stepped suddenly collapsed into two small pits.

The Confucian scholar held his back with one hand and made a fist with the other hand, placed it on his abdomen in front of him, and said with a smile: "The martial arts of the military can only be broken if it is fast. It is a pity that this world, even if it is about to fall apart, as long as it is there, Before, ten land gods joined forces to break the formation, but it was just a small tree. How about you?

The next moment, the girl appeared ten steps away from the Confucian scholar for no reason. /p>

She thought for a moment and closed her eyes.

The Confucian scholar shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not a blinding trick as you think. This world is similar to the so-called small thousand worlds in Buddhism. Here, I am..."

"Huh? "

He suddenly made a sound of surprise, stopped talking, came to the girl's side in an instant, took a closer look, and gently held the tip of the knife with two fingers.

He asked: " Who taught you swordsmanship and swordsmanship? "

The girl did not open her eyes. She held the hilt of the sword that had just been sheathed with her left hand. A cold light swept across the Confucian scholar's waist, trying to cut it off.

Twist the sword with two fingers. The sharp Confucian scholar shouted softly: "Back off! ”

There was a crashing sound on the ground, and dust was flying. After a moment, the figure of a girl wearing a curtain hat was revealed. She stood with her feet one behind the other. At her feet, she appeared in front of the Confucian scholar. A ravine looked like it had been plowed out.

The girl's hands were bloody and bloody.

The sword was unsheathed, but she was snatched away with bare hands.

And she knew very well that in addition to the "structure" of Fang Tiandi, the enemy had always suppressed his strength to the same level as herself.

Rather than lack of cultivation

She seems to be on the verge of going berserk

I’m afraid the girl herself is not. Realizing that

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the light around her is distorted

This school teacher. After all, he was the most reasonable person, and he advised me thoughtfully: "It's best not to compare yourself with me for the time being, as it may hinder your martial arts state of mind. To reach the top of martial arts, step by step is crucial. "

He looked a little weird at this time. He was holding the tip of the sword in one hand and the sword body in the other.

He suddenly laughed and imitated the girl's tone of voice, "You are so old-fashioned. "It's your freedom to listen or not, and it's my business to speak or not." "

The girl was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Be taught! "

The Confucian scholar smiled and nodded. She was not a domineering and arrogant woman, which was good. He gently threw the knife to the girl and said: "Return the knife to you first. "

He looked down at the long sword on his fingertips, trembling slightly.

The voice of a young phoenix is ​​clearer than that of an old phoenix.

The Confucian scholar said regretfully: " The quality of this sword is quite good, but it is still far from the top. As a result, it can only carry the weight of two words at most, which is a bit reluctant.You are stronger, otherwise with your qualifications, if you take away not only four words, but three words, it will definitely be more than enough..."

When he sighed, he raised his hand and shouted softly: " Edict! "

Two dazzling rays of light flew out from the plaque of "Angry Bullfighting".

The Confucian scholar waved his sleeve and slapped it twice in a row, and it was shot into the long sword.

p>

On the plaque, the words "Qi" and "Niu" are still there, and the momentum is still there.

The words "Chong" and "Dou" are like a twilight old man on the sick bed, after returning to the light. Finally, he completely lost his spirit.

The Confucian scholar shook his wrist casually, and the long sword returned to the owner's scabbard in the blink of an eye. Because it had been sheathed, no one knew for the time being that there was something on the sword. The two breaths moved like dragons.

The next scene shocked Qi Jingchun, who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.

The girl slowly took off the scabbard, flicked it, and tilted it. Nailed into the loess ground, behind the hanging tulle of the curtain, her eyes were determined, "This is not the swordsmanship I pursue. "

The Confucian scholar glanced at the sword abandoned by the girl. He felt a long-lost heaviness deep in his heart and had to ask an authentic question: "Do you know who I am? "

The girl nodded, then shook her head, "I heard that every sixty years, a saint from the three religions will be replaced here to preside over the operation of a large formation. It has been for thousands of years. Well, from time to time, after someone leaves here, they either possess a rare treasure or their cultivation level improves by leaps and bounds, so I wanted to come and take a look. When I saw you, I was sure of your identity, otherwise I wouldn't have been so straightforward when I took action. "

Qi Jingchun asked again: "Then do you know what you gave up just now? "

The girl remained silent.

In the scabbard on the ground, the long sword was trembling, like a beautiful lady whining and begging her lover to change her mind.

The young scholar had already secretly turned his head and looked carefully at the girl in the distance.

The Confucian scholar is not unlearned, but he is still puzzled by this. He forced the long sword that contained huge energy into the girl's hands, and finally had no choice but to remind him: "Girl, you'd better put away that sword. Next, the town will be very...peaceful. Having one more thing to defend yourself with is always a good thing. "

The girl didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Still unwilling to bring the sword.

Qi Jingchun felt helpless and waved her sleeves , nailed the sword high into a stone pillar of the archway. If someone pulled it out forcibly, it would definitely disturb him who was sitting in the center. Just like before, "Mr. Storyteller" made two attacks, one in the dark and the other in the dark, but he did not escape this. The distant concern of a school teacher

Personally took Zhao Yao all the way from the school to the Zhao family mansion on Fulu Street. The middle-aged Confucian scholar walked slowly, and every time he took a step, people on both sides of the street looked at him. In some hidden places of the tall mansion with a dense side courtyard, there would be some unnoticeable brilliance, which would flash by.

Qi Jingchun murmured: "It's strange.Where did this little girl come from? Could it be a descendant of the Immortal family from outside this continent? ”

After he returned to the school, he sat in front of the desk and placed a jade guide, about one foot and two inches long. On the four corners were carved the mountains of four towns, which conveyed stability in all directions, and on the front was engraved There are dense seal inscriptions with no less than a hundred characters.

According to the Confucian etiquette, only the emperor of a country can hold the title of Zhengui.

This shows the great significance of this town. .

Turn it over, and there are only two words engraved on the back of Yugui.

The handwriting is rigorous and unique.

On the desk, there was a secret letter written not long ago.

The eyes of the scholar with frosty white temples were slightly red, "Sir, the student is incompetent. , I can only watch you being humiliated like this..."

The Confucian scholar looked out the window, not much sadness or joy, but a little lonely, "Qi Jingchun is ashamed of his teacher, and he lives for a hundred years, and only needs one death. ”

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When Song Jixin took out something from the inner room and put it on the table, Fu Nanhua could not hide the ecstasy on his face no matter how hard he tried to hide it. .

A small, inconspicuous pot with the name "Mandrill" on the bottom.

Song Jixin folded his hands on the table, leaned forward and asked with a smile. How much is this pot worth? "

The young city lord of Old Dragon City finally looked away from the small pot, raised his head and said frankly: "If you sell it to the secular dynasty, it is not worth a tael of silver. But if you let me sell it, you can buy back a city. "

Song Jixin asked: "Ten thousand people? "

Fu Nanhua stretched out three fingers.

Song Jixin said "oh" and curled his lips, "It turns out to be three hundred thousand. "

Fu Nanhua was stunned and laughed.

He originally thought that Song Jixin would say 30,000 people.

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Over at Xinghua Lane, there was a dull man squatting next to the iron lock well, staring at the iron chain tied to the base of the wheel.

As if he was struggling with how to move it. Take it.

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The girl in black clothes and hat, with a cold temperament, walked around the town aimlessly, only wearing the handle at this time. A narrow knife with a green sheath, her hands were just wrapped with strips of cloth.

When she just walked into an unknown alley, something came out of the air, and then in front of her. There was a buzzing sound behind the girl.

The girl frowned, without turning her head, and said one word from between her teeth, "Get out!" "

Another swish.

The "flying sword" that was unsheathed and flew here was so frightened that it actually hid back in the scabbard.

Proud

The cute flying sword

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