Chapter 15: Victory

When the boy walked out of the Mud Bottle Alley, he happened to meet Song Jixin’s maid Zhigui. After sending the tall woman to Gu Can’s house, she did not rush home, but walked through the alley. , I went to visit the small shop in Xinghua Lane. Although I didn’t buy anything, I was still in a good mood. I was bouncing all the way, cheerful and light.

The style of a girl who grew up in the wild waters of the countryside and smelled like green grass is completely different from those ladies who live in big houses with high eaves and deep courtyards.

After seeing the straw-shoe boy, she did not lower her eyebrows as before, speed up her pace slightly and pass by sideways. Instead, she stopped and stared at this neighbor who she did not often interact with, and hesitated to speak. .

Chen Pingan smiled at her, passed her by at a trot, and then ran faster and faster.

Zhi Gui'an stood quietly at the entrance of the Mud Bottle Alley, turning his head to look at the shabby young man running in the sun. He looked like a tenacious wild cat, wandering around, and he didn't look good. But it seems that I can’t starve to death.

The girl was not popular in the small town. Due to the eccentric temperament of the young boy Song Jixin, the maid named Zhigui no matter whether she was going to the iron lock well to fetch water, going to the market to buy things, or... Buying school supplies for your teenager, girls always give people a feeling of being out of the crowd, and they don’t have many playmates of the same age. They never like to talk too much when they meet acquaintances. For people in small towns who prefer liveliness and celebration, this kind of thing Girls are really difficult to get close to.

In this regard, Chen Pingan's situation is actually somewhat similar to that of the maid Zhigui. The difference is that although the boy does not like to talk, his personality is definitely not annoying. On the contrary, the boy is gentle by nature. Friendly, there is never any harsh edge. It's just that his family is in decline, and he went to the Long Kiln to make porcelain to make a living early on, which makes him seem less familiar with his neighbors. Of course, the neighbors in Mud Ping Lane do have some unexplainable fears about the boy's birthday. The fifth day of May is considered an "evil day" in the town's folk customs when the five poisons appear simultaneously. The boy is here Born on the same day, and with the death of his parents, Chen Ping'an has long since become the last lone seedling in the family. Naturally, it will make people murmur, especially the elderly people who like to join in the fun at the old locust tree. For this A young man from Mud Bottle Alley, he was particularly distant and would privately warn his children not to get close to him. However, whenever the children looked reluctant and asked why, the old people couldn't explain the reason.

At this time, a slender figure walked out of the alley and stood beside the girl. The maid Zhigui turned her head and walked forward without saying a word. The man then turned around and walked side by side with her in the Clay Vase Alley. It was the school teacher Qi Jingchun, the only scholar in the town and a serious Confucian student.

The girl kept walking, with a cold face, "We two, let the well water do not interfere with the river water, okay? And sir, don't forget, it was you who had the right time, place and people before, I am a little Of course I can only swallow my anger as a humble slave, but from now on, sir, your Dharma lineage dojo, which is tens of millions of miles away, seems to be out of control.That's a bit of a problem, right? So now, my husband is just the well water, and I am the river water!

As an uninvited guest in Mubo Alley, Mr. Qi smiled slightly and said, "Wang Zhu, that's all. For the time being, I will do as the locals do and call you Zhigui. Zhigui, have you ever thought that although you are favored by heaven and earth?" , came into being at the right moment, but do you really think I don’t have the means to win? Or do you think that thousands of years ago, four saints who had never seen the dragon came here together and personally made the rules, just talking about it, without leaving any back-up plan? After all, you are just sitting in a well and looking at the sky. The sky is so high and the earth is so vast, it is far from the scene at the mouth of the well.

The girl frowned and said, "Mr. Qi, don't try to bluff me with your words. I am not my young master Song Jixin. I am not interested in your high-sounding rhetoric and have never believed it." . Sir, you might as well open the skylight and speak frankly. Whether you are fighting for life or death, whether you are getting together or relaxing, I will take care of it. "

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said slowly: "After you escape from the cage here, I advise you not to overdo it and fish in the dry lake. It will not benefit anyone. Especially after you and him embark on the road of spiritual practice, regardless of whether you become a Taoist couple or not, you should restrain your energy and not be domineering. This is not a threat, but some heartfelt words on the occasion of parting, which can be regarded as a kind reminder. "

It stands to reason that the status of the two people is very different, but the maid Zhigui is neither humble nor arrogant. She even has an aura that is half as strong as that of a Confucian scholar. She sneered: "Good intentions? For thousands of years, you amazing practitioners have been standing high, drawing the ground as a prison, using this land as a crop field, cutting a crop this year and pulling out a sheaf next year, year after year, unchanged for thousands of years. How come it is only now that you start to think about it? With my evil deeds of 'being kind to others', haha, I heard the young master say something, which is regarded as a standard by many of you, saying that those who are not of my race must have different hearts, right? So it’s no wonder Mr. Qi, after all..."

Mr. Qi continued to move forward, took a gentle step, half-smiling, "Oh? "

After one step.

The face of the maid Zhigui changed slightly.

The two of them stood in a place without knowing when, and it was pitch dark everywhere. Only far above their heads, countless rays of light filled with divine aura were falling down.

They seemed to be at the bottom of a bottomless well, with those golden sunlight slowly falling from the mouth of the well. .

The middle-aged Confucian scholar is wearing a green shirt, and there are bursts of light on his clothes, which are endlessly flowing.

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The girl looked ferocious at first, but soon returned to the indifferent and numb look, and murmured: "The sound of the Buddhist Sanskrit for sixty years is like thunder in the ears, and the sound does not stop. Sixty-year-old Taoist talismans are like maggots on the tarsal bones, biting with all their strength. Sixty years of great righteousness have blocked the sky and the sun, and there is nowhere to hide. The sword energy of the sixty-year-old military strategist is like a bull on earth, and it is splashed everywhere. Every cycle is a reincarnation, for three thousand years, there will never be peace... I just want to know youWhere is the so-called root of the Great Dao? I can see and hear the black and white words in Mr.'s books, and the subtle words and great meanings he made when he preached, taught, and solved my doubts, but I can't find it..."

She looked at it dreamily. That upright and awe-inspiring middle-aged man was not only an unknown teacher in a remote village, but also Qi Jingchun of the Confucian Cliff Academy, a scholar who even the powerful Diao Temple in the Sui Dynasty called him "Sir"

Suddenly he laughed and asked: "Why do you teach me, sir? How do you persuade me to be kind?" If I remember correctly, your sage Confucian teacher and one of the Taoist ancestors once proposed that "there is no distinction between teachings"? "

The man shook his head and said: "It's useless to tell you ten thousand words of saint's teachings. ”

The girl seemed to be chatting calmly with the Confucian scholar, but in fact, her whole body was like a tight bow, and she was constantly looking around from the corner of her eyes, looking for clues to break the situation.

The Confucian scholar turned a blind eye to this and sneered: "I know that you actually have endless anger, resentment, and murderous intent. It’s not that I don’t tolerate outliers, but you have to know that having random compassion and performing acts of mercy has never been the true teachings of the three religions. "

"Our young master often says that arguing with scholars is the most boring thing. "The girl twitched her lips and narrowed her strange golden eyes, "It turns out that Mr. Qi has really come back to his former glory. Naturally, he is more difficult to mess with than before..."

He laughed it off and said, "It makes sense. It doesn't matter if it doesn't make sense, but as long as I, Qi Jingchun, am alive and qualified to sit here for one day, you ungrateful villain, don't even think about showing your teeth! "

The girl pointed at herself and asked with a smile: "Am I ungrateful?

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said angrily: "When you were at your weakest, you had to bow your head and take the initiative to make a contract with others. Who saved you on the snowy day in Mud Bottle Alley?" ! And who has been chipping away at his remaining energy over the years? ! "

The girl smiled and said: "When you are hungry, you have to find something to eat and fill your stomach. Isn't this a natural thing? Besides, he doesn’t have much chance in the first place. If he dies early and is reincarnated, he might still have little hope in his next life. If a rootless duckweed like him is allowed to stay in a small town, hey, that’s really..."

The Confucian scholar waved his sleeves and shouted softly: "Shut up! "

The scholar angrily said: "The mystery of the great road and the laws of nature are clear. How can you judge it with just one word? ! Everyone has their own destiny in life. What qualifications do you have to make choices for others? ! "

A bright golden hand appeared out of thin air above the girl's head. It was as majestic as the Buddha's palm subduing the devil, and like the Taoist's hand suppressing evil spirits. He quickly pressed on the girl's head, forcing her to kneel down instantly. , her forehead hit the ground heavily.

The girl who lowered her head put her hands on the ground and struggled to get up. She let out a sigh of relief. A sympathetic laugh: "You can bow my head, but I will never admit my fault! ”

ThatA majestic golden hand grabbed the girl's head, lifted it up and pressed it down, and kowtowed again.

This time the sound was as heavy as spring thunder.

The Confucian scholar said solemnly: "Don't forget! This glimmer of life was given to you by the saints, not earned by you! Otherwise, let alone suppressing you for three thousand years, how difficult would it be for thirty thousand years? !”

The girl whose head was always held down had a hoarse voice, “I won’t leave your bullshit road!”

The Confucian scholar raised his arms high and pointed them in front of him. Void suddenly took a picture, "Be bold! Give me control!"

In the center of the golden light cast from the well mouth, a white jade seal appeared, more than ten feet long and wide, square and square. The seal was engraved with eight ancient characters, some of which It is an extremely bright red and dazzling color, and countless purple thunder and lightning surround the seal, making a crackling sound.

As Qi Jingchun gave the order, it could be said that the legendary seal fell from the sky and hit the back of the girl who was kneeling on the ground.

This huge seal, which contains the pressure of heaven, does not seem to be a real thing. It did not crush the girl to the ground, but was quickly embedded in the ground with wind and thunder, leaving no trace, just like the sound of raindrops and thunder. Small.

But a moment later, the girl's body seemed to have been broken by a heavy object, and she collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, extremely miserable.

Even so, the girl had a hand with five fingers like a hook. She tried her best, and the nails of her five fingers seemed to be carving words on the ground.

Qi Jingchun had no expression on her face and said in a cold voice: "Kowtow three times, I want you to respect heaven and earth! Common people! Dao!"

The girl's eyes were dull and she did not respond.

Qi Jingchun gently waved her sleeves to dissipate the suffocating majesty, "I, Qi Jingchun, am just a rotten scholar in the sage's family. I can make you kowtow three times. Once you go out, once you do whatever you want, Are you really afraid of meeting someone more unreasonable than you and crushing you with one finger?" Qi Jingchun sighed, "You are indeed suppressed and detained here, and you are not free, but you Yes

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I have never thought about where there is absolute freedom in the world. I, the Confucian sage, formulates all kinds of etiquette, are we not seeking for all living things? Another kind of freedom? As long as you don’t break the rules or violate the rules, as long as you abide by the etiquette, one day, no matter how big the world is, you can’t go anywhere.”

The girl raised her head and stared at the middle-aged Confucian. scholar.

Qi Jingchun took a step forward.

The world returned to normal, and he and his maid Zhigui returned to Clay Vase Lane. The sun was warm and the spring breeze was gentle.

The girl stood up unsteadily, with a pale smile, slightly showing her stern teeth, "Sir, I will teach you today, I will take note of it."

Qi Jingchun stopped talking and turned around to leave.

She suddenly asked: "Even if I am ungrateful to Chen Ping'an, as an outstanding disciple of a saint, why do you stand by and watch? Why do you only treat your disciple Zhao Yao and my young master with favoritism, and treat ordinary people with ordinary backgrounds?" Chen Ping'an, but Er'er?Isn't it the same as merchants doing business? If the rare goods are habitable, they will cultivate them carefully, but they will deal with the inferior goods half-heartedly. They don't care at all whether they can sell them at a good price? "

Qi Jingchun smiled, "Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement. "

The girl was at a loss.

When the figure of the middle-aged Confucian scholar disappeared at the end of the alley, the girl suddenly showed disdain on her face and let out a loud sigh.

She limped back to her yard, and when she passed Chen Ping'an's house, she wrinkled her nose and frowned. She was a little confused, but because of that damn scholar's bad conduct, the town was now full of secrets. Like a boat leaking everywhere, she had too much time to take care of herself, and she had to plan carefully for the future, so she was too lazy to worry about it.

When she opened the courtyard door, she saw an inconspicuous square. The foot snake sprang out from nowhere, quickly crawled to her feet, and kicked her away angrily.

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In Chen Ping'an's house. , the young Taoist sat at the table, looking at his eyes, nose, and heart.

The girl in black who was about to die not long ago was actually able to sit on the bed by herself, sitting cross-legged without wearing any clothes. She put on her hat, revealing an unforgettable face.

It's not that the girl was so heroic, it was just that her appearance was forgotten to a large extent.

The girl's eyebrows are not as sharp as willow leaves or narrow knives.

When she stared at the young Taoist with a look full of scrutiny, the latter felt a little awkward and clearly didn't do anything. It's a bad thing, but he has a guilty conscience.

The young Taoist coughed and quickly distanced himself, "Girl, I agreed in advance that I was saved by the poor Taoist, but I will carry you into the house and help you take off your hat. , wash your face, etc., but there is someone else. His name is Chen Ping'an. The owner of this dilapidated house is a poor young man as black as coal. His parents are both dead. He has worked as a porcelain potter, and also works with Pindao asked for a piece of talisman paper, and that's about it. If you have anything else to ask, girl, Pindao will definitely tell you everything. "

Young man with straw sandals, you are completely sold now.

The girl nodded, and did not get angry. She just said sincerely and generously: "Thank you, Taoist Priest. A life-saving grace.

The young Taoist, who was even more worried in his heart, laughed and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It just takes a little effort and the girl is fine." "

The girl in black asked: "Isn't the Taoist from Dongbaopingzhou? "

The young Taoist asked: "It's not a girl either, right? "

She hummed.

The Taoist also hummed.

The young Taoist with the lotus crown on his head smiled and said: "My surname is Lu, and my name is Shen. , there is no road number. Just call Lu Dao people as usual. "

The girl nodded lightly and glanced at the young Taoist's Taoist crown.

The young Taoist hesitated for a moment, then plucked up the courage to say: "Although there is something inappropriate about that young man, butThe matter is urgent, and Pindao never expected that the girl would recover so quickly, so I hope the girl will not blame him for any offense he may have caused. "

The girl smiled and said: "Master Lu, I am not an unreasonable person. ”

The young Taoist laughed and said: “That’s good, that’s good.” "

The girl raised her eyebrows, and the young Taoist's smile became rigid.

She looked around with a dull look in her eyes.

She said casually: "I heard that 'Master Ruan', the number one sword maker in this continent, planned to start a sword making furnace here, so I followed him all the way here, hoping that he could help me make a sword. "

The young Taoist said with emotion: "If it were really him, it would not be easy for him to forge the sword himself. "

The girl in black was obviously troubled, "It's difficult. ”

At this time, the young man was holding a bag of herbal medicine bags in his left hand and a small package in his right hand. He knocked on the door symbolically, then quickly crossed the threshold and placed the medicinal materials on the table. , said softly: "Taoist Master, check if you made a mistake. If so, I will change it right away. "

The boy was always carrying the package and turned to look at the girl. The girl in black sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed looked at the boy in straw sandals.

The girl in black said calmly: "You Well, my father’s surname is Ning and my mother’s surname is Yao, so my name is Ning Yao. "

The boy in straw sandals said subconsciously: "Hello, my father's surname is Chen, and my mother's surname is Chen, so..."

The boy looked a little embarrassed, but he soon smiled calmly. Said: "My name is Chen Ping'an! ”

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