In a thatched cottage without a plaque in the rural school, the middle-aged Confucian scholar Qi Jingchun is sitting and typing music. It is not a famous game that has been passed down through the ages, nor is it a review of the battle between national players in the chess world.
He was about to place a white piece on the chessboard, and sighed. The Confucian scholar suddenly began to hesitate where the chess piece had already been established. After he took back his hand, the chess piece was still hovering in the air, a distance away. The chessboard still has an inch of height left.
Qi Jingchun is still sitting upright. As the contemporary saint who is responsible for this place, one of the seventy-two Confucian academies, and the former master of the Cliff Academy, Qi Jingchun is still a well-deserved Confucian of the world even though he was demoted to this place to perform meritorious service.
For the ordinary people in the small town, the vegetation wilts and flourishes with each passing year, and spring and autumn are fleeting. Several teachers have changed, with different appearances and different ages, but there is only that indescribable feeling. The temperament of scholars is exactly the same, old-fashioned, harsh, taciturn, in short, they are all boring and boring. No one thought that the few rural school teachers who came and went were actually the same person. Not only that, in the vast world outside the small town , Mr. Qi, who lives in simplicity, once had a transcendent and lofty status, and also possessed the supreme supernatural power of righteousness.
The next moment, Qi Jingchun Yuan Shen left her body and traveled far away. Like an immortal with fluttering snow-white clothes, she broke free from the prison of her body and floated to an alley in a small town.
Qi Jingchun came to the alley in an instant. He first went to see the woman lying in a pool of blood, Cai Jinjian of Yunxia Mountain. Three souls and seven souls swayed and dissipated like candles in the wind.
After Qi Jingchun stayed for a while, he finally came to the two of them.
The young city lord of the old Dragon City, with his tall crown and long sleeves, leaned back slightly and was stunned. On his handsome face with jade-skinned skin, there was a complex look on his face, mixed with shock, confusion and despair.
The young man kept the fierce posture of leaping high and rushing forward. He held a piece of porcelain as sharp as a blade in his left hand. Even at this critical moment between life and death, his body was in the air. The young man still had firm eyes and a calm expression. He did not look like an ignorant boy who was born in a small house in a back alley and grew up in the mountains. Probably the only thing left that fits the identity of a young man is the helplessness hidden deep in his eyes. Scholars who have been out of their studies and academies for many years are no longer unfamiliar with this kind of helplessness. It is like looking at a farmer who relies on the sky for his livelihood, squatting on the barren ridges of fields that have been cracked during the dry season, looking up at the scorching sun. In fact, there will be no tears. The heart-wrenching emotions are only filled with deep helplessness and confusion.
As the temporary master of Yifangtiandi, Qi Jingchun certainly knows the ins and outs of Chen Ping'an's family of three. He even goes back hundreds and thousands of years. Even if he has not seen the young man's ancestors with his own eyes, he can roughly deduce the evolution. out. The reason is very simple, just like the county magistrate of the county government, if he really wants to know the life and inheritance of the people under his rule, he only needs to go to the household registration house and check the files, and it will be clear at a glance.
After more than three thousand years of reproduction and development, the town has spread its branches and leaves outside the town, and its roots are intertwined, because each generation has several amazing and talented people, although they cannot be clothed.Jin returned home, but was able to support his family through secret channels, eventually creating the most prosperous four surnames and ten clans in the town today.
Chen Ping'an's family also has a long history, and his ancestors were once very prosperous and wealthy. However, after two ups and downs, Dongbaoping, which has countless vassal states and dynasties, has The continent gradually fell into silence and declined, giving way to other surnames. Over the past millennium, the rivers and rivers have declined. By the time of the young father’s generation, the Chen family in the small town had almost completely declined in the entire Dongbaopingzhou, let alone the small town. The territory of the Dali Dynasty where he is located seems to be an official who has been ordered by the king to "not serve in office for generations to come", and there is no possibility of the family recovering.
After Qi Jingchun came here to preside over the operation of the formation, for more than sixty years, he strictly adhered to the four-character teacher's training of "Fangzhengpinghe" and never changed the fate of the people in the town based on his personal likes and dislikes. Otherwise, in the eyes of this scholar who once hated evil, there is too much filth in the small households in the town.
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There was too much poverty, but after Qi Jingchun watched indifferently, she saw that the big houses also had their helplessness, and the small families also had their viciousness. Over time, Qi Jingchun became like a high-ranking god, neither enjoying the incense nor accepting favors, but just sitting there with his hands folded, indifferent to worldly affairs.
Qi Jingchun was slightly surprised. He took a step forward, looked intently, and nodded gently. It turned out that the impoverished young man, who was so powerful, seemed certain to win this culling and would not give up until he killed Fu Nanhua. , but actually judging from the current situation, in the end the boy just hit Fu Nanhua's neck with his wrist, which was much better than what happened to Cai Jinjian. Fu Nanhua must have been hit hard, and he fell sideways against the wall. Then the young man strangled his neck with one hand and held a porcelain piece against his abdomen with the other.
Qi Jingchun was a little curious as to why the young man did not kill him this time. A great opportunity was fleeting, but the consequences were endless. Qi Jingchun is a pure scholar who abides by etiquette but does not adhere to dogma. He is not the kind of pedantic scholar who only shakes his head and drops the bookcase. He is very familiar with the likes of Fu Nanhua, regardless of their qualifications or temperament. Even if he was threatened by the young man in the alley today and temporarily gave up revenge, this matter would definitely be the greatest humiliation that the young man has ever seen in his life. It's not an exaggeration to say that Dao's inner demon will be stunned when he goes online. The one who will be arguing with the young man will not be Fu Nanhua himself, but the entire Lord of the South China Sea, Old Dragon City.
The reason why Qi Jingchun came here to stop the young man from killing people serially was out of selfish motives and for justice. Nowadays, the town is like a piece of cracked porcelain, which will burst sooner or later. Qi Jingchun must delay this unstoppable process and try to arrange an escape route for as many people as possible. It is best to be able to hand over the blacksmith safely. " In the hands of "Master Ruan", if you can survive the last sixty years, everyone will be happy, the people on the mountain will have opportunities, and the people at the bottom of the mountain will have stability. You must know that most of the former have the same temperament. Whenever the road collapses, the old and the new change, opportunities arise everywhere, When immortality is expected, the life and death of hundreds and thousands of mountain ants depend onWhat did you get? !
The ruthlessness of the secular dynasty is nothing compared to the selflessness of the Tao that many monks admire.
Qi Jingchun thought for a moment and quietly disappeared.
Heaven and earth move smoothly and smoothly.
The previous limit was quietly shattered.
The young man's wrist "finally" hit Fu Nanhua hard on the neck. The latter's head shook and he fell to the wall of the alley. He was knocked to pieces by the huge force. After landing, the young man quickly fell to the ground. He got close and hit Fu Nanhua in the abdomen with an elbow.
Fu Nanhua did not stand up straight with his back against the wall. The young man's elbow hit him so hard that he almost vomited bitter water, and his body instinctively bent.
The young man strangled Fu Nanhua's neck with one hand, and pressed the porcelain piece against the abdomen of this high-ranking young man.
It was hard for Fu Nanhua to imagine why a thin young man who was a head shorter than himself could have such great strength in his five fingers, especially the sharpness and coldness of the porcelain shards on his abdomen, which made the young city master of Old Dragon City feel the approach of death again. , there is a thin line between yin and yang.
Of course Fu Nanhua would not know that a child who had to search for medicinal herbs all over the mountains and plains when he was young would have astonishing unlimited potential due to an obsession stronger than his own survival. .
When the boy accidentally ate herbal medicine and was rolling on the ground in colic in the alley, that kind of obsession could even make a child who was supposed to be studying in a rural school think about it. Climbing back home, I wanted to put the life-saving herbs in the bamboo basket back home.
After that, he chopped firewood and burned charcoal, burned porcelain and rolled clay, dug and tasted the soil, etc. There was nothing that did not test the young man's physical strength and endurance.
Outside the small town, Fu Nanhua can casually use some immortal magic to crush a hundred or a thousand teenagers, but choosing to face them life and death in a small town is really... The good luck came to an end and my foot hit the iron plate
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Fu Nanhua was overwhelmed by the double blow of severe pain and humiliation, and said with a ferocious face: "If you kill me, you will die! If you don't kill me, you will still die! Little bastard, After all, you are dead!"
Chen Pingan raised his head slightly, stared at the man with a crazy look on his face, and said: "You know, I don't want to kill you, I have no enmity with you. It was only because you wanted to harm me that I fought back."
Fu Nanhua said with a cruel smile: "You little bastard, are you worthy of trying to reason with me?"
He tried to emphasize his tone. Said, "Are you worthy?!"
Chen Ping'an was silent for a moment and asked: "Do you have to kill me?"
When Fu Nanhua saw the swarthy boy's expression, With his eyes wide open, he suddenly calmed down.
Fu Nanhua's face turned red when his neck was strangled, and soon turned green and then purple. In fact, the strength of the young man's five fingers did not increase, but it was enough to suffocate a young man to death.
Fu Nanhua said with difficulty: "I said I won't kill you, do you believe it or not?"
He struggled violently.
But the young man increased his strength almost at the same time, causing Fu Nanhua's arm, whose fingers were moving slightly, to droop.
Chen Pingan shook his head.
Fu Nanhua became more and more dizzy. Although he wanted to slap this bastard’s head in pieces, he still tried his best to be pleasant on the surface and added, "What if I swear to God? People like us, You can't swear casually."
Fu Nanhua played a trick. The Buddhists made great aspirations and vowed to the monks in their hearts, which is indeed very binding, but it is obvious that Fu Nanhua only told half the truth. Even if he swears, he will only swear it on his lips. It is not a heavy heart oath that "no words are written, but it is just like carving words on the heart wall of the alchemy room." Therefore, whether he abides by it or not depends on his mood. Furthermore, it is not that there is no way to break the heart oath of a practitioner, the cost is small or large. Generally speaking, the size of the price has an absolute relationship with the level of the monk and the importance of the content of the oath.
Unexpectedly, the boy in straw sandals still shook his head.
Fu Nanhua, who was having more and more difficulty breathing, had lost the energy to bargain and was in a daze for no reason.
Are you about to die?
Is he no different from that poor fellow Cai Jinjian, or will he die at the hands of a little bitch?
So when this bad news comes back to Old Dragon City, will it become a joke in the whole city?
He didn’t even have a chance to reach out to trigger the secret mechanism of the jade belt around his waist. The white jade belt tied around his waist was actually the remnant essence of an earth dragon.
"That's it."
A heavenly voice rang in their ears. For Fu Nanhua, it was like a heavenly voice. However, he just fainted and was not sure if it was his hallucination.
Chen Pingan turned his head in shock.
As a result, I saw a shiny and ethereal Mr. Qi.
The latter smiled and said nothing.
Chen Ping'an's eyes returned to their determination, and the five fingers of his right hand never let go.
Qi Jingchun was neither annoyed by being treated as a donkey with good intentions, nor was he relieved as if he saw a talent that could be made. He just waved his sleeves gently towards the straw-shoe boy, as if "retrieving" an item In hand.
The Confucian sage opened his palms and looked at them, and laughed.
A mass of filth like ink stains.
It turns out that the intention someone planted in the boy was dim and had clearly died long ago.
Looking up at the young Chen Pingan again, Qi Jingchun felt a little regretful and said with emotion: "No wonder Mr. said that those who achieve great things in the world, extraordinary talent is only second, and perseverance is the most important. Chen Pingan, You taught me another lesson, sir. Unfortunately, I, Qi Jingchun, no longer have the opportunity to recruit a closed disciple."
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