Chapter 24 Gifts

In a house on Taoye Lane, there was a kind-hearted old man sitting on a wicker chair in the corridor. Next to him sat a cute and cute maid, wearing goose-yellow patterned trousers and a light-blue trousers. wearing gauze skirt, listening to the old man telling stories, and fanning slowly. < /p>

There was no response. The old man, who had always been kind and tolerant to his servants, was about to continue teasing a few words when his expression suddenly changed and he looked up into the distance, his expression becoming serious. It turned out that in the small courtyard, not only was the fan held by the girl maid silent, but in fact even the invisible breeze was still. The old man quickly held his breath and concentrated, silently recited the mantra, and fell into meditation, lest he lose his cultivation in this short reverse flow of the long river of time. The old man sighed softly. Qi Jingchun, who was the most abiding by the rules and etiquette, finally made an exception. In this way, the storm was about to come.

In the iron lock well, a burly young man from the countryside squatted not far away, staring at the wheel. But out of the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at the profile of a plump village woman. She was bending down to lift a bucket from the well mouth. Her amazingly curved hips, heavy breasts, and the slightly exaggerated curves of her whole body were all exposed. , the body bloomed with a wild aura of full wheat ears, giving the woman who was originally just a middle-aged woman a little more unique. When the young man realized that the surrounding environment was strangely still, the others did not move. They just plucked up the courage to look at the wonderful picture of a woman fetching water. The young man swallowed secretly, quickly twisted his body, and changed to a squatting position.

No wonder the master said that the girl at the foot of the mountain is like a tiger in the forest, and her skills have been greatly reduced. But once she is taken up the mountain, she will become a mountain tiger that will dominate and dominate. It can eat people. Master drinks. After that, he always said that all the heroes in the world were defeated by his own Iruyama Tiger, without exception. But the young man felt that Lin Hu was already very powerful. For example, the woman in front of him was obviously ordinary, but she was so enchanting that it made his heart itch. If she slapped him without saying anything, it would be completely unreasonable. The young man felt that He still didn't dare to fight back at all, for he would laugh along with the woman's smile.

Thinking of this, the young man felt a little discouraged. He glanced down at his crotch and cursed, "You have no bones, no wonder you have no spine!"

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The boy was currently flipping through a page of biographies, describing aThe life story of Cao Xi is another characteristic of this county chronicle. The stingy writing and ink are another feature of this county chronicle. Song Jixin has read it over and over at least seven or eight times. He is already familiar with this book, so now when he reads it in his spare time, he only chooses some bizarre characters. The story is a romantic legend described by a storyteller. There is no way to verify its authenticity. Of course, Song Jixin didn't care. He only remembered the man in official uniform who came here alone late at night before leaving the town to report his work in Beijing. In an extremely solemn manner, the man told the young man to remember one thing, which was to recite and remember the names of every person who appeared in the book, as well as the number of hundreds or thousands of people, and the roots of their ancestors in the small town. Feet, especially the relationship with the four surnames and ten clans.

At this time, Song Ji Xin was motionless, just like the broken clay statues in the southeast of the town, which fell randomly in the grass and mud one after another. No matter the wind or rain, they just remained motionless. The light that shines through the window on the desk remains in an unusually still state.

The only moving people and things in this house were the maid Zhigui and the inconspicuous four-legged snake. She had noticed something strange very early on, and the first thought that came to her mind was , he wanted to go to the next door yard, find the girl with facial paralysis, and scold her bloody. However, when the maid realized the existence of the sword, she gave up this tempting idea. She first came to her young master's room, glanced at the content of the book, and felt annoyed when she saw the word "Cao Xi", so she helped the young master turn back a few pages. After seeing the section about "Xie Shi", she Happy smiled. But soon she became frustrated and turned the page back to avoid revealing the secret and exposing herself. Over the years, the young master of Shingcheng Mansion was just out of curiosity and suspected her identity, and he never caught her. She didn't want to have any real and conclusive evidence before she was done. She often went to rural schools with her young master. She felt that some of the things scholars said were very hypocritical and bastard, such as "He who sacrifices his life for justice", and some words... It’s quite well said, for example, “Half of those who travel a hundred miles are more than ninety”, which really explains the truth clearly.

The khaki four-legged snake was lying on the threshold basking in the sun. At this moment, when it was silent and still, it returned to its "true body". Under the light, it was shining brightly. Crystal clear, the whole body is like a piece of glass.

In the house next door, the black-clothed girl Ning Yao fell into a mysterious and mysterious state of fetal breathing. She stopped breathing through her mouth and nose, as if the baby was still in the womb, and her spirit returned to its roots and stopped.

In the snow-white scabbard, the flying sword seemed to have been granted amnesty. After it was slowly unsheathed, it flew briskly around its owner. The bird was as gentle and affectionate as a human being, and it had the beauty of a girl's flowing dress. It was not flying randomly, but like a talisman, creating the best feng shui place for the master who was healing. As expected, the girl who showed no signs of breathing, the surrounding breath rushed into her body quickly, and she was like a whale swallowing water, frantically absorbing it This is the original spiritual energy between heaven and earth. So at this moment, the deathly silence of the town was in sharp contrast with the prosperity of the house.

Nanfang Creek outside the town.

There was a man with short stature, thick eyebrows and big eyes, strong energy, bare chest and abdomen, holding a hammer while striking iron. When he hammered down, sparks flew everywhere and the room was filled with light.

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Countless little bits of fire, running around in the empty house, are gorgeous and spectacular.

With one swing, you can create a picture.

Opposite the man, stood a girl with a refreshing ponytail. She was petite. She wore a cow leather burqa to prevent sparks from splashing on her body. Ordinary cotton clothes, it is easy to Holes were burned through.

After a beating, thousands of sparks suddenly stopped in the room. < /p>

The girl put down the old sword stick and pushed away the sparks on both sides of her body. The sparks were waved away by her, causing her whole body to move. The sparks that should have been stationary in the long river of time kept hitting the sparks. , hitting each other again and again, making the light in the room look extremely chaotic.

Compared with the elderly seniors in the town who seemed to be lurking in the abyss, all of them were concentrating and holding their breath, the girl's behavior was really too domineering.

Especially when it was her who was doing the beating, she was powerful and heavy, and her movements were fast and violent, even more wild and uninhibited than an experienced man.

The sparks sputtered out with each blow will not disappear in the end, so after superimposed again and again, densely packed sparks, like bright stars, cluster in the sky.

The sword-making room has billions of sparks.

The man stared at the red sword embryo and commanded in a deep voice: "Recite the "Shaking the Dragon" chapter of "The Sword Forging Sutra" silently in your heart!"

The girl's momentum suddenly dropped, He whispered: "Dad?"

The man asked angrily: "What are you doing?"

The girl's momentum dropped again, and she said timidly: "I ate less at noon and I'm hungry. I can't beat him anymore."

The man was even more angry. If he hadn't been making swords, he would have almost scolded him. "It's obvious that asking you to endorse is like taking your life. What excuse can I make...his motherfucker. Yes, my dear girl, you have such an appetite, it’s normal to be hungry, it’s really not an excuse...”

The girl snickered and said she was hungry, but in fact, the movements of her hands did not weaken at all. In an instant, she moved with clarity. After the girl shouted loudly, she hit the hammer with all her strength, and said mysteriously: "Come out!"

The sparks splashed out this time were extremely numerous and particularly dazzling.

The man’s face showed no expression, and he said in his heart: “It’s done.”

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In the yard of Gu Can’s house, the woman walked slowly I woke up with a splitting headache. With the support of my child, I sat back on the bench. True Lord Jiejiang Liu Zhimao was resting his mind with his eyes closed, his thumb and index finger slowly pinching in his sleeves.

The woman, Mrs. Gu, sat her son next to her and asked softly: "XianChief, what's going on?

The old man did not open his eyes and said: "I have accepted a good apprentice, and you have a good son." Mrs. Gu, just rest assured and wait until mother is more valuable than son. "

The woman was overjoyed, with tears in her eyes. She hugged the child and murmured in detail: "The child's father, have you heard? We Gu Can will definitely have a great future..."

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Liu Zhimao suddenly let out a cry of surprise, opened his eyes and looked down at the lines on his palms, as if a new path had opened up, and said to himself: "Why is this? It shouldn't be. The boy didn't die, but the Immortal family kid died inexplicably? "

The old man had to stand up, walked slowly in the courtyard, and pinched his fingers quickly, "Trash! In the hands of a young man from the market, Yunxia Mountain's thousand-year reputation, which had been accumulated through hard work, was destroyed in one fell swoop.

The woman said uneasily: "Old Immortal, since our Can'er has already become a disciple, why not let Chen Pingan go?" "

The old man shouted angrily: "The kindness of a woman! If you really have a compassionate heart, you and I should not have murderous thoughts when we first meet. How shameless are you pretending to be a female Bodhisattva with me at this time? "

The woman's face turned pale after being scolded, and she didn't dare to say a word.

The old man was still angry, pointed at the woman and cursed: "Country Village Woman, short-sighted! In the future, after Gu Can returns to Shujian Lake with me, you and your mother must not meet too frequently, lest it hinder his practice. Do you have any objections? "

The woman quickly waved her hands and said: "I don't dare. "

The old man's eyes were gloomy.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to her senses, with a sad face, and said pitifully: "No objection, absolutely not! "

The old man waved his sleeves vigorously and snorted: "I am so angry! ”

I saw that the woman had some unique charm earlier, and just when I had the idea of ​​taking her as my personal slave, she acted so vulgar and unbearable. She deserved to miss out on a job that could lead to the threshold of spiritual practice. Blessing.

The old man suddenly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and looked around. Sure enough, the world here has been artificially stopped as a "stop". The stop is one of the many small caves in the world. Land gods and golden arhats can't even imagine it.

This kind of magical power is at its peak. Although it is largely attributed to the formation, it still makes people feel awe and awe.

Just imagine, As long as you are in this world, no matter whether you are immortals, Buddhas, gods, demons or monsters, you have to kowtow to me. How does that feel?

Jiejiang Zhenjun Liu Zhimao has only dreamed of reaching such a height? . Why don’t you use your skills? Damn it! Liu Zhimao wished that the Queen of the Little Cave could bring in all the third-generation disciples of the Buddha, the Taoist leader, and the leader of Confucianism. He didn’t dare to ask them to bow their heads. After all, everyone was on an equal footing.

Liu Zhimao spat out a mouthful of blood without warning, and blood splattered on his palms, as if someone had cut a bloody groove with a sharp weapon.

On the other hand, the white bowl appeared involuntarily, the ripples on the water surface are chaotic, black lines are running around, hitting the wall everywhere.

The old man did not hesitate at all. He folded his palms on the back of his hands. As a Taoist disciple, he saluted with a Confucian bow. He bowed to the end and was extremely pious. He said in a trembling voice: "Liu Liu, the owner of Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake. Zhimao, I beg Mr. Qi to have mercy on this junior’s sincere pursuit of truth. If there is any offense, please forgive me... The saint will not remember the faults of the villain!"

After a long time.

"Leave quickly!"

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The four words sounded like spring thunder in the ears of this true king .

Liu Zhimao said ecstatically: "Sir, don't worry, this junior will take Gu's mother and son out of the town right now."

The old man who has always regarded himself as a junior remembered something and asked cautiously: " May I ask, sir, what should I do with these two bags of gold and copper coins that this junior has?"

The majestic voice sounded again, "One person and one thing are just two opportunities, just stay in the courtyard. During the year, you are not allowed to leave Shujian Lake."

Liu Zhimao was relieved. This time he was not so flattering and deliberately bowed to the Confucian scholar. I don’t dare to say goodbye, Mr. Qi’s great kindness will be deeply remembered by the younger generation and will never be forgotten.”

After that, Qi Jingchun’s voice did not appear, and the silence soon disappeared. Liu Zhimao No nonsense, he immediately asked Mrs. Gu to take Gu Can and leave the town with him. Just as Mrs. Gu was about to speak, she was glared at by Liu Zhimao with a fierce look, which scared the woman into silence. Liu Zhimao took out two bags, although There was some reluctance in his heart, but this side-sect Taoist who aspired to be worthy of the title of true king still put it on the bench without hesitation. But when he just walked to the small courtyard, Liu Zhimao suddenly asked: "Do you have any family members?" Didn't you leave any old things?"

Gu was at a loss, and the sneaky Gu Can immediately reminded: "Didn't dad leave a Duobao Pavilion, the one hiding under the bed and eating ashes?" /p>

Liu Zhimao's eyes lit up, and without saying a word he let the woman lead the way to find out.

Since the saint recognized that Gu Can himself is the opportunity, it means that this child can take away his own opportunity.

As for the final destination of these opportunities, in the small town, I am afraid that if the King of Heaven comes, I will have to listen to Qi Jingchun, but in Shujian Lake, it is hard to say.

Gu Can, who was finally left unattended, waited until the two of them entered the house, grabbed two bags with one hand, gently pulled out the door latch, and ran towards the other end of Mud Bottle Alley.

The woman in the house, Mrs. Gu, knelt on the ground and reached under the bed to move the box. The box was not big but heavy, and it was a bit difficult to move, which made her panting.

As a result, her plump buttocks were kicked hard by Zhenjun Jiejiang. The old man teased: "Ms. Gu, you owe it to yourself to take care of yourself, but with this, you can be a second-class person on Qingxia Island." The maid is a bit reluctant, but she is more than enough to be a third-class maid. I look down on you, but there are a few guest officials on Qingxia Island, and I can't say that you are good at this.When the time comes, you have to fight hard. Don't be shy and miss out on a blessing. "

The woman's body was slightly stiff. Most of her body was still under the bed and her expression could not be seen clearly.

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Walk to a At the entrance of the alley, Qi Jingchun said to Chen Pingan: "Leave Cai Jinjian and Fu Nanhua to my disposal. Now that you have this ancestral locust leaf, don't underestimate life and death. Living well is the greatest reward for your parents. As for the three forces of Yunxia Mountain, Laolongcheng and Jiejiang Zhenjun in the future, I dare not say that they will never come to you for trouble, but they will definitely not come for you within ten years. If you are lucky, you will always be a commoner. It can also be safe and sound for thirty years.

Qi Jingchun smiled and said: "There is no need to be jealous of the town. From now on... it won't be long before there should be no more plotting." If you want to live a stable life for twenty or thirty years, you might as well find a girl here to marry and start a family. If you want to go outside the small town and see the real world, it is also a good thing. Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles is what we scholars must do. You will find in the future that it is difficult to study in a small town but easy to walk. When you go outside, many scholars find it easy to buy, read and collect books. But I just don’t like to walk long distances, and I don’t like the hardship. The so-called study tour is just an outing by car. ”

The young man said in surprise: “Mr. Qi, walking is considered hard work?” ”

Qi Jingchun laughed heartily, “Let’s not talk about outside the small town, just around us. Have you seen a few people of the same age in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane running around like you? ? "

The young man nodded and said: "It's true. "

Qi Jingchun thought for a while, reached out and pulled out a jade hairpin stuck in her bun, bent down and handed it to the poor boy, "Just think of it as a parting gift. It is not a valuable item, nor is it a fairy item. Please feel free to accept it. In fact, like you, I was once a boy from a back alley. I studied hard and went through many hardships and ups and downs. Of course, I also had various encounters. Then I entered the Cliff Academy and studied as a teacher. The period when I, Qi Jingchun, was the happiest time in my life. Later, When my husband came out of the mountain, he gave me this hairpin as a kind of expectation and entrustment to me. Unfortunately, looking back now, I have not done well over the years. I believe that if my husband were still alive, he would be disappointed. . ”

How dare the young man accept this gift.

This jade hairpin seems to contain the master-disciple relationship between Mr. Qi and his husband. Needless to say, affection is important, not to mention etiquette. Not too light.

The young man has no experience. After all, he is also a person who makes imperial porcelain, and he still has some appreciation for the quality of something.

Qi Jingchun said warmly: "If you stay here with me, my mentor's relics will be buried with me, so why not give them to you? What's more, you are actually not rewarded for your merits. I have stayed in the town for nearly sixty years, and I have always had a knot that I can't untie. Unfortunately, my mentor has passed away. I originally thought that I would never get the answer in this life. It was you who accidentally Helped me clear up my confusion, soI give you this hairpin. It is suitable for both emotion, reason and etiquette. Chen Pingan can only help you beg for a locust leaf, but cannot give you any more opportunities. "

The young man took the jade hairpin made of ordinary material with both hands, raised his head and said sincerely: "Sir, you have done a lot. "

Qi Jingchun laughed it off. Seeing that the young man was persuaded by him to accept the hairpin, he felt relieved. The hairpin was indeed ordinary, but after all it was a relic of his teacher. It was very satisfying to give it to a young man who did not disgrace the inscription on the hairpin. Okay.

So Qi Jingchun finally warned: "Chen Pingan, remember, no matter what you encounter in the future, don't lose hope in this world. ”

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