When Chen Pingan was about to run out of the yard, the girl in black suddenly shouted: "Wait, I have something to tell you."
Chen Pingan pretended not to hear and was about to open the door When they were at the courtyard gate, the girl raised her voice, "Chen Pingan!"
Chen Pingan had no choice but to turn around and run back to the threshold. Her face was a little rosier than before, but her voice was still a little hoarse, and she said: "Second. First, after we outsiders come to the town, although as I told you before, our bodies are stronger than ordinary people, but other than that, we are no different from you. Second, outsiders are not allowed to kill people here. Once we violate it, no matter what. No matter what the reason, you will be expelled, and you are destined to gain nothing. The price is very high, far beyond your imagination. Third, you must also think clearly that in critical moments, we outsiders will definitely take action even if we are empty-handed. , After all, surviving is the most fundamental thing."
Chen Pingan thought for a while and asked: "Does it mean that you have to do things quickly?"
The girl in black grinned, her cheerful face and shining eyes seemed to light up the whole room. She patted the green scabbard lying across her knees, nodded and said: "Yes! You have to act quickly. , faster, even the fastest! For example, I wear a sword and I want to be the fastest person in the world whether I draw the sword or draw the sword!"
She After a pause, she suddenly changed from an impassioned distant heroine to a girl next door who wanted to show off. She narrowed her eyes and asked with a smile: "Hey, do you know how many people there are in this world?"
Chen Pingan looked confused.
The girl seemed to notice the boy's disinterest, and immediately became bored and waved her hand away: "It's best to buy the jar back, I'm waiting to drink the medicine."
Chen Ping An's pace of leaving the yard this time was slower and much more steady.
Not long after he left Mud Bottle Lane, the unlocked courtyard door was gently pushed open. The girl in black inside the room opened her eyes. She had been breathing in a strange way just now. , looking towards the door, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The flying sword in the snow-white scabbard on the table suddenly became silent, but there was an invisible aura of murderousness, as if the current late spring cold could freeze bones and kill people.
The maid Zhigui walked to the door leisurely, just like a normal neighbor going from door to door. She did not cross the threshold, but poked her head into the house, looking around, and saw the black man with a knife across his knee on the bed board. The girl in clothes turned a blind eye.
Zhigui looked at it for a long time before finally seeing the big living person. He said with innocence on his face: "Sister, who are you? Why are you sitting on Chen Pingan's bed? I haven't heard of him. I have a distant relative."
Ning Yao glanced at the uninvited girl, then closed his eyes and ignored her.
Zhigui was not angry when he saw her pretending to be deaf and dumb. He just shook his head slightly and curled his lips with a look of disgust.
She glanced at the long sword with a snow-white scabbard on the table. Deep in her eyes, there was deep hatred hidden in it.Concern and fear, there are faint golden threads swimming crazily in the pupils. The maid hesitated for a moment, but still raised one foot, ready to cross the threshold. Suddenly
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Put back her foot, coughed, and pretended Said: "I'm coming in. If you don't speak, you don't object, right? That's right. This is Chen Ping'an's house. I've known him for many years... You can't understand what I'm saying, right? It doesn't matter, anyway. We don’t have anything to talk about. I just came here to see if there is anything missing. We are moving out soon. Many items can be left to Chen Pingan. You don’t know that he has lived a very happy life these years. It’s not easy.”
The nagging and wandering thoughts made her and Chen Pingan look like childhood sweethearts.
After the maid Zhigui walked into the house, it was calm. She walked straight to the small table and sat on the stool, keeping the sword spinning in the corner of her eye.
At the same time, the girl in black also took out the three pieces of paper that the young Taoist left for Chen Pingan, looked at them carefully, and tried to figure out some clues. Not knowing what to do, she said in disappointment: "These words are really written without... flavor."
She clearly remembered that on the long wall in her hometown, there were eighteen words intermittently, all of which were written by someone. Carved with a sword, every word contains the majestic momentum of suppressing all monsters.
When she was a child, her biggest hobby was to stand among the strokes of those big characters and look up.
So the girl really looked down upon the town’s four-character plaque “An angry bullfight.”
The maid Zhigui turned around, quietly straightened her slender waist, folded her hands on her knees, trying to make herself more like a lady, facing the girl in black, smiling softly He said in a voice: "Oh, girl, you are too careless."
Ning Yao couldn't help but ask: "Who are you?"
Zhigui made an ouch and touched it Touching his chest, he pretended to be surprised, "Girl, you can speak our dialect."
Ning Yao asked again: "What's wrong with you?"
Zhigui stretched out his finger Pointing to the sword on the table, "Yours?"
Ning Yao frowned and said nothing.
The girl in black didn't say anything, and Zhigui didn't care. She stood up and walked to the corner. She looked at the bottles and jars on the wooden shelves and those worthless belongings. The maid looked at them very carefully.
When he was an apprentice kiln worker, Chen Pingan walked barefoot through all the mountains and rivers around the town. He went to the mountains to dig soil and cut firewood alone, and ran up and down the mountains very quickly. As long as others are willing to teach him something, whether it is a basic introduction or something obscure and difficult to learn, Chen Pingan will put in all his efforts to do it. As for how far he can achieve it in the end, Chen Pingan doesn't care, and of course he can't control it even if he wants to. Just like when Old Man Yao taught him the art of making porcelain, he was always fussy and never willing to come up with the real trick. But as long as Old Man Yao said it or did it, Chen Pingan would do it extremely seriously. Later Liu Xianyang taught him how to makeChen Pingan also learned to make wooden bows, fishing rods, etc. meticulously. Song Jixin, who is next door, always speaks harshly, saying that Chen Pingan's habit, according to the book, is called doing everything one can do and obeying fate. It's a pity that Chen Pingan doesn't have a good life at all. In this case, it's better to just wait for death. The jar can be broken.
Zhigui waved his hand
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and said with a bright smile: "Let's go, let's take good care of your injuries, girl. Just call me if you need me, my name is Zhigui and I live in the next courtyard." Ning Yao's face was expressionless.
The maid left the house, walked to the yard, and muttered in a voice that could just be heard by the girl in black in the house: "It's not very good-looking."
Ning Yao was also interested. Unintentionally, he said softly, "This name is really tacky."
When Zhigui closed the courtyard door, he made a loud bang with some force.
Ning Yao closed his mind again.
The strange girl’s visit made Ning Yao feel calm.
But she really doesn’t like this town, especially the practitioners who come here to seek opportunities, scheming and fighting, saying that they are immortals and masters, but they are just standing on the mountain, not How tall is itself.
In the heart of the girl Ning Yao, the avenue should not be so small.
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After the straw-shoe boy walked out of Mud Bottle Alley, the sun was a little dazzling. He stretched out his right hand to cover his forehead and exhaled softly.
Then he started jogging with brisk steps. Even though he had walked through the streets and alleys many times, he was still not tired. After all, for a young man who was used to walking up mountains and rivers, this distance was really not worth it. First of all, the really hard thing is to go up the mountain to burn charcoal. A dragon kiln needs to use 20,000 to 30,000 kilograms of charcoal every year. Especially on heavy rainy days, living on the mountain to cut firewood and burn charcoal is really a hardship. The boy once almost died in a charcoal kiln that collapsed during construction. Almost all the things that the young man has done in these years are physical work and some skills. But after he started, he relied purely on his strength to make a living. Therefore, the young man's appearance of being thin and frail is just an illusion. He has an inner feeling that has been tempered for many times. of vigor.
Chen Pingan stopped at an intersection, leaned against the wall, squatted down, kept a fist in one hand, and tied up his straw sandals with the other.
At this moment, the young man's heart was still.
I just miss my only friend in the town.
That guy once showed off to Chen Pingan in a mysterious way, saying that his grandfather told a story. When his grandfather was a child, he saw someone standing by the stream. He just jogged a few steps and jumped over in one step. The whole creek. Later, Liu Xianyang and Chen Pingan went to try it themselves. They chose the narrowest section of the stream. They stepped back and took off at the same time. As a result, Liu Xianyang, who was several years older than Chen Pingan, quickly fell into the water from exhaustion after jumping. I noticed a dark shadow above my head, and with a swish, I continued to move forward, and finally landed far away.
After that, Liu Xianyang never mentioned the immortal who could cross the stream in one step.
After that, Liu Xianyang knew that Chen Pingan would often go to the stream by himself, run, jump, soar, leap, and fall.
The boy got closer to the other side every time and never tired of it.
One time he couldn't help but secretly watch from a distance. When Liu Xianyang saw the shocking scene, he felt that the dark boy at that time seemed different from the idiot in his impression.
When the boy flew over the stream, he was like a snake-catching eagle that often hovers in the sky of the town.
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