After Liu Xianyang and Chen Pingan walked out of Mud Bottle Alley, they found two groups of people standing on the left and right. The little girl was riding on the neck of the burly old man, and the arrogant boy in bright red robes was standing next to the graceful woman. When Liu Xianyang walked through, he was calm and composed. In the eyes of the white-haired old man, he seemed to have the demeanor of a general. The caution and restraint that the straw-shoe boy tried hard to hide was quite unacceptable.
After Lu Zhengchun said goodbye to the two of them, he stayed where he was and carefully reported: "Liu Xianyang suggested that the immortal masters give a suitable price, and next time he would reluctantly give up and sell the family heirloom."
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The woman looked at the white-haired old man in Zhengyang Mountain and asked with a smile: "What do you think, Senior Ape?"
The old man thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "It's nothing. Third, before that, according to what Liu Xianyang said, to give him a huge fortune is that Zhengyang Mountain can give this young man the status of a true disciple of the mountain sect. In addition, I will also lend him a magic weapon privately. It lasts for a hundred years. As for the Xu family of Qingfeng City, you have to figure it out yourself."
The woman was shocked: "The identity of Zhengyang Mountain's true successor is extremely noble, but Senior Yuan still wants to come up with a magic weapon? Is this young man named Liu still a spiritual genius who was betrayed by a porcelain buyer when he was nine years old?"
The old man ignored it and just smiled at the young master: "There are many shops in the town, each with its own origin. The origin, Miss, you can go shopping, maybe you can pick it up."
The little girl shouted "Drive, drive, drive" childishly, and the old man, who is the chief worshiper of Zhengyang Mountain, laughed and started jogging. , like mountains moving.
The boy smiled and said: "Zhengyang Mountain is really majestic!"
The woman signaled Lu Zhengchun to go home first, and she walked casually on the street with her son. Explain the origin to him, "In addition to the ordinary main mountain climbing road, Zhengyang Mountain also has a special 'Sword Way'. Up to now, six paths to the top have been opened up. This means that six people have emerged in Zhengyang Mountain." A genuine swordsman."
The boy sneered: "What's the use of old Huang Li? How many years can we live on our laurels? Even the Qi practitioners from all walks of life who can come to the town are better than us. Among those families, whose ancestors have never been rich?"
The woman held the child's hand and said with a smile: "Then do you know that in the past hundred years, two brand-new swordsmen are about to reach their peak? The top of Yang Mountain? The surprising thing about that little girl of your age is that she can move forward and retreat freely on the 'Sword Top' where the sword energy is everywhere, and she can stay longer than others in Zhengyang Mountain. The ancestor is not inferior."
The boy was stunned, then stopped and said extremely angrily: "Since that stupid girl is so well-off, why didn't you tell me earlier? I wouldn't have tit-for-tat with her along the way, causing her to contradict me no matter what. If I were to marry her as my wife in a few years, and then we could become a Taoist couple, wouldn't it be a great benefit to us in Qingfeng City? ”
The woman looked at that pretty childish face, angry, like a young tiger. Instead of being angry, she was smiling., "You and that little girl are both great practitioners who are expected to reach the 'Upper Five Realms', so your marriage line will be more complicated and changeable. If you insist on going your own way and do it deliberately, it will not be beautiful. Do you really think Now, that girl just hates you with all her heart?"
The boy frowned and said, "Otherwise?"
The woman said softly, "Let it take its course."
The boy suddenly said seriously: "Mom, I don't like the guy following Liu Xianyang. I dislike him very much from the first sight!"
The woman asked curiously: "This is Why?"
The child thought carefully for a moment and replied: "This guy is a little strange. He is different from Lu Zhengchun who understands everything, and Liu Xianyang who understands nothing. I especially hate his eyes!"
The woman just thought it was her son who was acting childish again, so she persuaded him: "You can't do whatever you want in a small town, but you have to think about it, everyone is here. Do you feel much better about what will happen after the world collapses?"
The child nodded and subconsciously repeated the two words he said when he first met the straw-shoe boy, "Ant!"
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After leaving the town, Chen Ping’an and Liu Xianyang soon saw it
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A covered bridge, Liu Xianyang asked casually: "You said Song Jixin, why did he build this covered bridge? It was built, so why did he have to cover the previous stone arch bridge? , I heard that the stone bridge has not been demolished, it is like wearing a piece of clothing. I wonder if it will be hot in summer, hahaha..."
At the end, the tall boy was amused by himself.
There is a gold-lettered plaque hanging at this end of the covered bridge. It is a four-character plaque written by an unknown person. On the steps, Liu Xianyang stamped his feet several times and said mysteriously: "Old man Yao once told me that there was something strange under the steps. He said that when the covered bridge was just built, one night late at night, Song Jixin His father ordered people to dig a big hole here and bury a large porcelain jar as tall as a man. Are you afraid?"
Chen Pingan said angrily: "There is nothing to be afraid of. "
The two of them walked into the shaded covered bridge, and Liu Xianyang whispered: "Do you think it's because of the deep pool under the bridge, where more than a few people drowned, and we need to invite monks and Taoists to do the magic? Evil? "
Chen Pingan never talks about ghosts and gods.
Liu Xianyang lost interest when he couldn't get the answer.
This newly built wooden covered bridge still smells faintly of wood and paint. The wood of the main beams and columns are all cut down from the old forests in the mountains that have been closed for countless years. It is extremely difficult to transport out of the mountain. The water level of the creek running around the mountain is usually not high, which is far from enough to float the huge timber. We have to choose the time of heavy rain. The mountain road is muddy and slippery. If you are not careful, you will fall into the flood. It is extremely dangerous. It was dangerous. Fortunately, no young people fell into the water and died that time. Some people say that it was the bad luck that happened.When Mu came out of the mountain, Mr. Qi Jingchun from the school personally went to help and taught people how to operate it step by step. Therefore, it was thanks to Mr. Qi that everything was safe.
At the steps of the covered bridge in the north, Liu Xianyang suddenly sat down on the huge long blue stone. Chen Pingan had to squat beside him.
Liu Xianyang asked with a smile: "If it weren't for me, would you and Song Jixin have become very good friends?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Maybe the relationship is better. , but it's not much better."
Liu Xianyang asked curiously: "Why? You two are neighbors and you are about the same age. To be honest, Song Jixin likes to drop bookcases and talk too much. It's ugly, but you don't seem to have done anything harmful. You are easy to get along with, so why can't you do it?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Let's not talk about this, we will get to the blacksmith shop later. Don't be careless. Whether you can keep your treasure depends on whether you can become Master Ruan's disciple."
"I know, I know, Chen Pingan, tell the truth. You really need to change your nagging temper in the future, otherwise you will be annoying me to death."
Liu Xianyang fell back, resting his head on the top step of the covered bridge, looking at the blue sky. , said: "You follow Old Man Yao to walk very far and climb mountains very high. How far can you see the scenery?"
Chen Pingan casually pulled out a piece of licorice and dusted it away. After chewing the dust, he put it in his mouth and said vaguely: "The furthest time was probably the year before last year. Old Man Yao and I went back and forth. It took about ten days, and we went around more than ten forbidden mountains alone. , and finally we came to a very strange mountain, which was so high that it was scary. You may not believe it when you tell me. When you climb halfway up the mountain, you can see at a glance that it is all covered with clouds and mist. Finally, Old Yao and I finally reached the top of the mountain. The result..."
Liu Xianyang waited for a long time, but did not wait for the next step. He turned around and said with a smile: "You don't have to pull up your crotch even if you poop like this!"
Chen! Ping An was a little sentimental and said softly: "You also know that Old Man Yao has a very bad impression of me. He almost never talks to me, and he is unwilling to teach me the true skill of making porcelain. Every time he goes into the mountains, Old Man Yao doesn't like to talk. , often from entering the mountain to returning to Longyao, there are actually only a few words in total. But after arriving at the top of the mountain, Old Man Yao probably said a little more because he was in a good mood, saying that he would let me see what's over there. Forget it when you see the scenery. Don't talk too much after you go down the mountain. As a human being, you should immerse yourself in work. If you just talk, you will be embarrassed even if you leave the town."
Liu Xianyang comforted: "I'm not telling Old Man Yao<. /p>
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Good words, he doesn’t like you, but he doesn’t hate you either. He has that bad temper towards everyone, so come to me. A little better."
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "So from the bottom of my heart, I have always been grateful to Old Man Yao."
Liu Xianyang suddenly said angrily: "After all this, you are still here. I didn’t say what I saw!”
<< /p>Liu Xianyang cursed and said: "Didn't you just see a high mountain? I damn thought you saw a fairy flying in the clouds and mist!"
Chen Pingan thought for a while and said with longing. : "Maybe there are gods on that mountain?"
Liu Xianyang asked with a smile: "Chen Pingan, do you think gods also need to eat, drink and relieve themselves?"
Chen Pingan He rubbed his chin, "It would be outrageous if a god also wanted to poop."
Liu Xianyang slapped Chen Ping'an on the head hard, then stood up and ran, "This is not a god. I'm shitting on top of your head!"
Liu Xianyang's attack was neither gentle nor heavy. This time, Chen Ping'an was a little dazed. He didn't want to chase the tall boy, so he stood up and said to himself: "Thundering, are the gods snoring in their sleep? If it rains, the gods must not be peeing, then it will be too miserable for us..."
Chen Pingan quickened his pace and soon caught up with Liu Xianyang.
After much fussing, we finally arrived at the blacksmith shop by the stream. Seven or eight yellow mud houses and huts had been built. In Chen Pingan’s eyes, these were all piles of copper coins. .
There is also a large group of small town teenagers and young adults who are digging wells. Most of their peers are apprentices in the dragon kiln like Liu Xianyang. Without the porcelain rice bowl rewarded by the emperor, they can work in the blacksmith shop. If you continue to have a solid job, you are already lucky. However, according to Liu Xianyang, most of these helpers were part-time workers who did odd jobs. Master Ruan said that he would only accept a few disciples at most, and the rest would become long-term workers at most.
Liu Xianyang waved his hand and said: "You wait here, I'll go say hello to Master Ruan and see if I can show you the scene of blacksmithing. Tsk tsk, if you see his daughter beating the iron, , I promise to scare you to death!"
Chen Pingan stood still and did not move around at will.
Looking around, there are already seven prototypes of wells. There are still reel frames and fences at the wellheads. At some wellheads, people are constantly drilling out with dustpans on their heads.
Looking at the busy people digging wells, Chen Pingan squatted down habitually, picked up a handful of soil, and slowly rubbed it on his fingertips.
It feels relatively moist, but in fact it is not water-based soil. On the contrary, it is fire-based soil, but it is the last type of fire-based soil. According to Old Man Yao, this is called "July Flowing Fire" "Soil", the soil will change to warm and cool on its own, not too dry, and has strong plasticity, and this means that when the well wall is reinforced, it will not collapse easily, which is a good thing.
Obviously, even if the blacksmith Master Ruan is not an expert in digging wells, he is definitely not a layman.
It’s just that Chen Ping’an didn’t quite understand why so many wells were dug in such a big place.
Chen Pingan turned his head to look in the direction of the stream and grinned.
There is currently noThe famous creek, in the eyes of the boy wearing straw sandals, was a treasure house filled with gold, silver and copper coins.
It’s just that after touching the snake gallstones tonight, Chen Ping’an will secretly go to Mud Bottle Alley to dig under the big water tank in his house as he whispered before he left the town. Gu Can was so furious at the time that he didn't say anything, except that it was his family's treasure, and even his mother didn't know where he had hidden it.
When Chen Pingan thought of that slug, he wanted to laugh.
In the past, Chen Pingan was Liu Xianyang's follower, following Liu Xianyang to catch fish, snakes and dig out bird's nests. After Chen Pingan became a teenager, he also had a little follower behind him.
For the helpless boy in straw sandals, one is his elder brother and the other is his younger brother.
One needs him to repay his kindness, and the other needs his care.
So after so many years, Chen Pingan's life has been very difficult, but not bitter.
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