After saying this, the Confucian scholar laughed at himself, what is so valuable about Qi Jingchun’s disciples now? There was a room full of elementary school children, each of whom received a stipend, which was only 300 pence a year. Some children from poor families only received three strips of bacon.
Qi Jingchun looked at the young man who insisted on his opinion and refused to let go, and asked: "Deep in your heart, you are actually unwilling to kill him, but the problem is that this person seems to want to kill you no matter what, so Do you want to kill him completely and save your own life for the time being? Or do you hope that the matter will be settled and the big thing will be reduced to a trivial matter?"
Is that right? The young man blurted out: "Why do you teach me, sir?"
Qi Jingchun smiled and said: "Chen Ping'an, you might as well let go of your right hand and try it first, and then decide whether you want to walk around with me. There are some things I I must give you an explanation."
Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, and after releasing the five fingers of his right hand, he was shocked to find that Fu Nanhua did not move at all. His eyes, hair, and breathing were all still.
After Qi Jingchun launched the grand formation, the town returned to its original state.
Qi Jingchun said softly: "Follow my footsteps and try not to go more than ten steps."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar with fluttering clothes and ethereal body took the lead in walking towards the alley. At the end, Chen Pingan followed closely. During this period, he lowered his head and glanced at the palm of his left hand. The flesh and blood were blurred and the bones were visible, but the blood visible to the naked eye was no longer flowing.
Qi Jingchun walked in front and asked with a smile: "Chen Pingan, do you believe that there are gods, spirits, demons and monsters in this world?"
Chen Pingan nodded, "I believe it." , when I was a child, my mother often told some old stories, asking me to believe that good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be punished with evil. My mother said this most often, so I remember it very clearly. Others, like the water in the creek, will drag the child. Damn, there is a man named Mingguan who specializes in investigating cases at night over at the ruined ancestral hall in the north of the city. He also said that the door god we posted will actually come to life at night and help us protect the house. I didn't really believe this before. But... now, I think it's mostly true."
Qi Jingchun said softly: "Some of what she said is true and some are false. As for the idea that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be punished with evil, it is difficult. The conclusion is that the common people, emperors, generals, and immortals all have different definitions of good and evil, so the conclusions they draw will be very different."
Chen Ping'an. He hid the porcelain pieces, quickened his pace, and walked side by side with the Confucian scholars. He raised his head and asked, "Mr. Qi, can I ask a question?"
Qi Jingchun seemed to have read through the young man's mind and said calmly: "This This small town is the burial place and burial place of the last true dragon in the world. Countless dragons in the world believe that this place has the best luck and is destined to 'emerge' one day. In fact, For three thousand years, the emergence of a dragon has been delayed, but the children born in this town are indeed far better in character, temperament, and opportunities than their peers outside. Many famous immortal houses in the East Aquarius Continent haveTaoist couples, the offspring born from their union are nothing more than that. Of course, not every child in a small town has amazing talents. "
Qi Jingchun smiled and did not explain the matter in depth. Probably because he was afraid of hurting the child's heart, he changed the subject, "Almost all of the senior monks who participated in the dragon-slaying catastrophe were not responsible. After being seriously injured, many people settled here to practice cultivation and die calmly. There were also some Taoist couples who were lucky enough to survive, and there were also some who naturally formed a good relationship after fighting side by side. After more than three thousand years of reproduction, the town has reached its present scale. On the territory of the Dali Dynasty, this place was first called Daze Township, and later was changed to Longyuan by a saint himself. The "Yuan" character of the Great Li emperor has been modified again..."
The young man who had been holding his words in his stomach finally couldn't help it anymore, and interrupted Qi Jingchun's words softly, clenching his hands into fists, full of desire and Looking forward to it, "Sir, the question I want to ask is actually my parents...what kind of people are they..."
Qi Jingchun fell into deep thought, "Since the Yuanyou Taoist has revealed it to you If you know the secret, I can follow the opening he opened and tell you something. In my memory, your father is a simple and gentle man with mediocre talents. He is not worthy of being taken away from the town. Naturally, he has become a worthless person in the eyes of some people and is regarded as a loss-making business. Perhaps out of anger. Maybe it was because life was really difficult. In short, a porcelain buyer from outside the town tampered with your father's "born porcelain". After that, not only did he suffer a terrible fate, but he also suffered hardships for you and your mother. Later, for some unknown reason, he accidentally learned the secret of Benming Porcelain. Knowing that once he was taken away from the town after opening the kiln, he would become a marionette for the rest of his life, so he secretly smashed the Benming Porcelain that belonged to you. If I If I remember correctly, it should be a porcelain paperweight. "
Qi Jingchun said in a deep voice: "You have to
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You know that there is a baby born every year in this small town. There is also a special person in the town who will use a unique secret technique to extract the code name stored in the secret file and pour it into the natal porcelain that will be fired in the future. The girl's natal porcelain will take six years to be fired, and the boy's porcelain will be fired for six years. Even longer, the kiln fire could not be cut off for a day and continued to burn for nine years. The talent of a child is like the appearance of porcelain from an ordinary kiln. You can only leave it to fate and luck, but the price of "betting on porcelain" after placing a bet is very high. Although your qualifications are equally mediocre now, when your father resolutely smashed that porcelain paperweight, you can imagine the anger of the porcelain buyer from outside the town. "
"As for your mother, she is a woman with a quiet temperament. "
Qi Jingchun suddenly laughed when she said this, "When your mother married your father, many people of the same age in the town were very depressed. But to be honest, it would be difficult for me to tell you the details of your parents’ life when they were still alive. After coming here, besides teaching, I still have a lot of things to do. ”
The boy hummed, turned his head slightly, and wiped his face randomly with his hands. The boy probably forgot about the bad situation of his left hand., his face was covered with blood, and he really couldn't bear to wipe it with his sleeve.
The two passed by the Twelve-foot Archway.
Qi Jingchun did not look at him, and opened the skylight with the young man to speak frankly, "When the real dragon fell here, the four saints showed up in person and made a contract here, stipulating that every sixty years, another person would sit here to help. Taking care of the remaining vitality left after the death of the real dragon, in fact, there was no dispute over whether to eradicate it... But telling you these ulterior secrets would be harmful to you. Generally speaking, among the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. People, plus a military strategist, the four directions are the main ones, and the other hundreds of families in Dongtian Paradise, the Immortal Family, the powerful families, etc. all have a certain share and opportunity to share the benefits of this place. It's ridiculous. Whether or not you have a quota to buy porcelain within a hundred years has almost become a symbol of whether a sect or a family is a first-class status."
Chen Ping'an said: "I don't understand what you are saying, sir. , but I have remembered it all. But today I know that my parents are good people, so I am satisfied.”
Qi Jingchun smiled and said: “I don’t expect you to understand it now, it’s just a foreshadowing. Otherwise, if I simply advise you not to kill Fu Nanhua, you will definitely not listen. I really want some benefits, but that's not the case. In fact, it's just the opposite. I, a disciple of Confucianism, admires worldliness and is most resistant to the unscrupulousness of practitioners. The two sides have been fighting openly and secretly for countless years. If I, Qi Jingchun, had just gone to Shanya Academy to study. At that age, whether it was Zhenjiang Zhenjun Liu Zhimao or Old Dragon City Young City Master Fu Nanhua, if there was any chance of survival now, they would have been wiped out by me."
The young man found out at this time. Although Mr. Qi still speaks in a gentle tone and walks in the same elegant manner, he gives people the impression that they are completely different.
It’s like old man Yao got drunk and said that the porcelain we fired was for the emperor. Who can compare?
When Mr. Qi said that one slap would turn someone into ashes, his tone was different from that of Old Yao, but his expression was exactly the same.
Qi Jingchun frowned and looked up at Mud Bottle Alley, as if listening to someone else talking. Although he did not show an expression of boredom, the displeasure in his eyes was undisguised.
He finally said coldly: "Leave quickly!"
Chen Pingan looked confused.
Qi Jingchun explained: "It's the storyteller, whose real name is Liu Zhimao, and his Taoist name is Zhenjun Jiejiang. He is actually a Taoist from the side sect. His cultivation is acceptable but his conduct is poor. Cai Jinjian and Fu Nanhua are the same as yours." Most of the grievances are caused by him, and in the end, he planted a crooked talisman in your heart. It was a four-character mantra, which secretly carved the four words "Wanting to Die" into your heart with extremely extreme methods. Vicious."
Chen Pingan silently remembered the name Liu Zhimao.
Qi Jingchun sighed and asked: "Aren't you curious, why don't I take action?"
Chen Pingan shook his head.
Qi Jingchun thought to himself and said: "This world is like an old porcelain that has been exposed to the wind and sun for three thousand years. It is about to be broken into pieces. After all, you are outsiders and you have the support of a large formation. No matter what you do, as long as you don't go too far. , far from causing the porcelain to break, but I am the one holding the porcelain, and any action I take will involve the cracks of the porcelain. In fact, no matter what I do, it will only increase the spread of those lines. It’s just that the porcelain is broken, that’s it, but the fate of the five or six thousand people in this town in this life and the next is in my hands, how can I take it lightly?”
It’s just these unpleasant words that have been accumulated for many years. , Mr. Qi spoke too softly, and Chen Pingan couldn’t hear clearly even if he pricked up his ears.
Qi Jingchun looked at the young man who wiped his face with his right hand from time to time. The two of them had reached the iron lock well in Xinghua Lane
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Nearby, there was a woman bending down to draw water. Qi Jingchun asked: "If a stranger falls into the well, if you save him, he will die. Will you save him?"
Chen Ping An thought for a while and asked: "I want to know, can you really save that person?"
Qi Jingchun did not answer the young man's question, but just smiled and said: "Remember, a gentleman will not save him."< /p>
The young man was stunned and asked doubtfully: "A gentleman?"
Qi Jingchun hesitated for a moment, squatted down, first straightened the straw-shoe boy's clothes, and then wiped away the blood with his hands , said softly: "When encountering misfortune, you should first have compassion, but a gentleman is not a pedantic person. He can go to the well to save people, but he will never let himself fall into death."
It seems that he was This question aroused my thoughts.
The young man asked seriously: "Sir, can I still live now? If I can, how long can I live?"
Qi Jingchun thought carefully and stood up slowly. He stood up and said firmly: "If you are not afraid of the bumpy road ahead and the great hardships, you will definitely be able to survive."
The young man suddenly smiled brightly and said righteously: "I am not afraid of hardships!"
Qi Jingchun thought about the young man's calmness during this journey, and felt relieved, "Let's go, I will take you to a place. Although I, Qi Jingchun, can't help you with anything, but the matter is over, let you get through this disaster. It’s by no means a violation of the rules. In fact, I should have given you a chance to compensate you.”
The young man was ignorant.
The two came to the old locust tree. For some reason, there was silence inside and outside the town. The only exception was this old locust tree, with its leaves swaying slightly.
After Qi Jingchun stood still, his face was solemn. After bowing, he raised his head and asked, "Can Qi Jingchun ask you for a locust leaf so that the young man can leave the town safely in the future, at least within three years?" Suffer the disaster that comes back? "
The thousand-year-old locust tree is silent.
Qi Jingchun asked again: "Qi Jingchun has been here for fifty-nine years. He has worked hard without any credit. How can he still not get a locust leaf? What's more, the young man is from your town.Sir, why are you so stingy, sages? ”
There is still no response from Lao Huai.
The silence at this moment is like silent sarcasm.
You Qi Jingchun have great powers, but in the end you are the only one in this world. One is the poor person who presides over the hub of the formation. We just don’t want to give away this incense and love in vain. What can we do?
Qi Jingchun’s face was uncertain, and in the end he could only sigh and look down. Go, full of guilt.
The young man grinned and comforted him: "Director Lu said that as long as I go to the south of the town and find a blacksmith named Ruan and become his apprentice, I can hope to survive. Sir, I believe there will be no problem without this... Sophora japonica leaf! "
Qi Jingchun smiled and asked: "Are you serious? "
The young man scratched his head and said shyly: "Fake. ”
Qi Jingchun smiled knowingly.
Suddenly.
A green and tender locust leaf fell from a very high place in the crown of the tree.
The young man just stretched out his palm, and the leaves fell on his palm.
On the leaves, there was a golden font, which flashed away.
Qi Jingchun was a little stunned for a moment. After that, he said in a deep voice: "This character is Yao, Chen Ping'an, are you willing to repay the kindness of the Yao family, no matter life or death?" ! To be honest, even without this leaf, you may not have a chance of survival. I can tell you this clearly. So you must think clearly! "
The young man asked: "Is it the word Yao for Master Yao? "
Qi Jingchun nodded, "Exactly.
The young man clasped his hands together, gently held the locust leaves in his palms, raised his head and said loudly: "As long as I live for a day, as long as there is a person named Yao who is related to you, just like Mr. Qi said before, even if He fell into a well, and even if he died trying to save others, I, Chen Pingan, would definitely save him! "
The sound of nature is silent.
Qi Jingchun smiled and said: "Let's go. "
As he led the young man away, he quietly turned his head and looked at the highest point of the locust tree. Qi Jingchun had a sarcastic look on his face.
It is not that there are no locust leaves with the surname Chen. In fact There are more than one or two pieces, but in the end, knowing that this place is about to collapse, I would rather find another host. Even if the surname is not Chen, it doesn't matter, but I still don't have the fragrance of ancestors, and I am willing to take a fancy to the straw sandals boy in Mud Ping Lane. < /p>
Qi Jingchun turned around, touched the young man's head, and joked: "If people like Song Jixin, Zhao Yao, and Gu Can had such great ambitions as you did before, they might cause chaos in the world. Resonated. "
The young man smiled brightly, "I can't control that. I just do my own thing. "
Qi Jingchun asked again: "Are you telling the truth this time? "
The young man smiled and said: "Yes! ”
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