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It was dark at night, supervising the construction of the government office, and Song Changjing returned alone. Young Song Jixin had already gone to the kennel-like Mud Bottle Alley. The man did not force this. As a battlefield general who had commanded the army for many years, he was still able to snore loudly in the mountains of corpses and sea of blood. Therefore, the nephew who had been left alone in these years had The life he lived was not so suitable for Tianhuang's noble status, and Song Changjing did not feel that he owed the child this. It would be great if he could return to the Great Li capital alive.
The old steward of the government office has been waiting at the door, holding a lantern in his hand.
Song Changjing took the lead in crossing the threshold with only one side door open, strode forward, and said: "No need to lead the way."
The old steward nodded silently, slowed down, and then quietly Leave.
The government office on Fulu Street was not luxuriously built, and its area was far less than that of the houses of the two surnames Lu and Li. The former, a genuine kiln supervisor, lived a poor and tight life. Damn, the big townspeople didn’t think anything was wrong.
But Song Changjing was different. The younger half-brother of the current Emperor Dali had made extraordinary achievements in opening up new territories, and was one of the top martial arts masters in the East Aquarius Continent.
His arrival was like a dragon crossing the river breaking into a small lake. Even if the local snakes were not afraid of him, facing someone like Song Changjing, everyone would show the respectful attitude they should have.
When Song Changjing passed by a small courtyard, he saw someone still reading at night in the room with a light on, sitting upright, and still meticulous when alone.
He is truly a gentleman.
Song Changjing’s big sleeves were fluttering as he walked quickly with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
In the past, there was a young man who studied at Guanhu Academy. His calligraphy skills made him famous in both the government and the public. He was summoned to the palace by the leader of the Southern Wei Dynasty and wrote an imperial edict in a side hall. It was snowing in the middle of winter and his pen was frozen and he could not write. The emperor issued an edict. More than ten concubines stood beside him, writing for him.
This incident quickly became popular in East Aquarius Continent and became a good story.
It’s just that no one thinks deeply about how strict the imperial palace is. If the emperor doesn’t tell, the eunuchs don’t tell, and the concubines don’t tell, how do the people know?
Walking on the deep path, Song Changjing suddenly laughed heartily.
Wearing plain clothes, Song Jixin returned to Mu Ping Alley. The courtyard door was unlocked. After opening the door, he saw his maid Zhigui sitting on a chair in the main hall, eyes half closed. Doze off with your head tilted. When your head tilts to a certain extent, sit up straight and continue tilting it.
It seems that the girl is really tired. Song Jixin bent down, gently shook her shoulders, and said softly: "Zhigui Zhigui, wake up.", quickly go back to your room to sleep, be careful of freezing. "
The sleepy girl rubbed her eyes and said confusedly: "Master, why did you come back so late? "
Song Jixin smiled and said: "I went to the covered bridge. The journey was a bit far, so I was a little late. "
When Zhigui saw Song Jixin's unfamiliar dress, he was surprised and said: "Eh? Why did the young master change his clothes? "
Song Jixin didn't want to talk more about this topic, "Don't mention it. After I lent you the local county chronicle, how are you doing with your reading and literacy? Do you want me to teach you? "
The girl shook her head and said: "No need. "
Song Jixin returned to his room. It was pitch dark. He took off his robe, kicked off his boots, and touched the bed. The young man murmured: "Wang Zhu, Wang Zhu, that's it. "
Zhigui returned to his room, turned off the lights and went to sleep. He huddled in the bed, making slight noises as if he was eating secretly and chewing something in his mouth.
< p>She actually burped in the end————
Although Liu Xianyang has not officially become Master Ruan’s apprentice at the sword-making shop, everyone is. It can be seen that Master Ruan thinks highly of this tall young man, otherwise he would not teach him how to forge swords step by step. Not everyone can enter that row of sword-making rooms now.
During the break at noon, a young man with a background as a porcelain kiln worker ran up to Liu Xianyang and said that someone was looking for him. He winked and was very playful, saying that it was a beautiful woman who was more beautiful than the ladies on Fulu Street. < /p>
Liu Xianyang followed him with a playful smile, but his mood suddenly became heavy.
As expected, there was a slender woman standing next to a well, surrounded by many people digging wells and moving soil. He is a young and strong man who works very hard.
As the young master Song Jixin despised, Liu Xianyang is indeed a country bumpkin, but whether a woman is good-looking or not depends on whether she has read or not. , it really has nothing to do with it. Maybe the tall young man doesn't know that in general and vaguely beautiful, there is actually a kind of charming, especially dignified and charming, which is particularly touching.
If the word charming is used. The word "thrush" originally means the girl with thrush.
The unknown lady in front of me has eyebrows as thin as the beards of a worm, and a forehead like a cicada, broad, square, smooth and plump.
p>She came here alone today, and she didn’t show any signs of attacking others, and she didn’t seem to be trying to dominate others. Liu Xianyang breathed a sigh of relief
It’s just that this elegant lady has a pretty face. No matter how beautiful she is, Liu Xianyang does not deny that if it were in the past, they might have whistled a few times when they met on the street, but this does not mean that Liu Xianyang will be attracted to her. The tall boy's favorite woman used to be the maid from Mud Bottle Alley. , now and in the future.
Liu Xianyang led the beautiful woman towards the creek and said firmly: "Madam, if you want to persuade me to sell you that family heirloom, I advise Madam not to do it. Open thisA mouthful.
The woman smiled sweetly and said: "Don't refuse in a hurry. Let me explain the stakes to you clearly, and then you can make a decision." ”
The tall young man’s face remained unchanged, pretending to be relaxed, but in fact his heart instantly sank to the bottom.
In the distance, a girl squatted on the threshold of a sword-making room. Holding a bowl of rice, the white rice was piled up like a mountain, towering over the edge of the big white bowl. She was devouring it. After eating the "mountain", she got her wish and saw the braised pork hidden in it, and her whole body was filled with happiness. Guang Guang secretly turned his back to the man sitting on the other side of the threshold, chewing slowly, and asked: "Dad, do you care about that foreign aunt? "
The man said in a low voice: "I don't care. "
The girl in green said worriedly: "He is your founding disciple here in the future, so he is not afraid of going astray? "
The man said calmly: "That means that boy is not lucky. "
The girl asked doubtfully: "Dad, don't you feel pity? ”
For example, when she saw the delicious and exquisite pastries in the shop, it was fine if she didn’t have any money in her pocket. If she had money, she bought them, but she accidentally dropped them on the ground. She really deserved to be struck by thunder. Boom.
The man answered the question, "Is the braised pork delicious?" "
The girl subconsciously nodded happily, "It's delicious! ”
The girl suddenly tensed up. Her father had given her a “decision” that she could only eat one serving of meat dishes every day, so she pretended to only have a bowl of white rice and hid the braised pork in it. In order to eat a meat dish openly at night
The girl turned her head in embarrassment, raised the white bowl high, and said confidently: "It's only one piece, and I don't have any bad rules!"
The man chuckled and asked: "Then the piece of braised pork hidden at the bottom of the bowl can't be eaten. Wouldn't it be a pity?" ”
The girl opened her mouth slightly, as if she had been struck by lightning, and her heart was filled with despair.
The man even rubbed salt into his daughter’s wounds, “If you don’t ask too much, Dad just turned a blind eye to Liu Xianyang's matter. ”
The girl remained silent and ate the braised pork in small bites. One look showed that she would be diligent and thrifty in the future.
After the man finished eating, he looked at the woman on the other side of the stream. He and the young man said: "As long as this kid doesn't reach the middle five realms for a day, dad will not care about his life or death. Even if he enters the middle fifth realm, his father will take care of it once or twice, but he will never take care of it too much. It can only be done three times. There is no way for blessings and misfortunes, but people call it upon themselves. "
The girl said angrily: "Why don't you care? ! "
The man said angrily: "Literati recruit students and martial artists recruit apprentices. They are not just gangsters recruiting minions. They are not thinking about quarreling with others in the future, and relying on the strength of their numbers to fight with others. Quarrel or fight. In the final analysis, in my eyes, whether teachers and students, master or disciple, they are people of the same mind. What's more, Liu Xianyang is not my apprentice now. "
The girl didn't say anything.
The man sighed: "Silly girl, I only said that the great Li Dynasty, which is located in a corner, knows how manyFew people? More than 20 million households! There are so many people in the world and so many troubles, can you take care of them? Dad will take over the town from Qi Jingchun in the next sixty years. Don't wander around all day long. You can make swords and practice swords at the sword furnace with peace of mind. Otherwise, you will get into trouble. Will dad care about it or not? "
Before the man finished speaking, the girl said, "You don't have to worry about it. ”
Her words suppressed the man until he almost suffered internal injuries. They were so powerful that they were no weaker than the skills of a certain swordsman.
The man really wanted to hit this hard. Silly girl's slender head, can dad not care about your affairs?
The man was a little sad.
The girl looked "shocked" and said, "Hey, why is there so much at the bottom of the bowl?" Here’s a piece of braised pork. Alas, I’ve used up my share today, so I’ll give it to you, okay? father? "
The man didn't have to turn around to look, he could feel the silly girl's poor acting skills, and said helplessly: "Forget it, just eat it, dad will treat it as if you only ate one piece of braised pork today. Remember to hit the iron in the afternoon and stop being lazy. ”
This time the girl’s gratitude was not false at all, “Dad, you are so kind!”
The man smiled angrily and said, "It's braised pork, okay." "
The girl lowered her head, took a mouthful of rice, and said softly: "It's okay, dad. "
The man had a sullen face and managed to hold back his smile. After thinking about it, he thought it would be better to have a daughter.
A voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "Dad, Can I have another piece tonight? Two yuan and three yuan are not much different, right? Dad, if you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as a promise, okay? "
The girl ran away with lightning speed.
The last words were spoken only after the girl had already run far away.
The man rubbed his cheek and said to himself: "My family, Xiuxiu, relies on food. ”
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After Chen Pingan walked through the streets to deliver the letter, he bought a breakfast and gave it to Miss Ning in Mud Bottle Lane, and then started to get acquainted with each other. Ning Yao is wearing a brand new dark green robe today, which is neat and tidy. She already looks heroic. This outfit and the long knife on her waist make her look more elegant than before. The rich kids on Taoye Lane on Fulu Street are more noble.
Ning Yao hesitated, "For now, if you really want to study the Shashan Book, you need to learn the boxing style. Before, you have to do three things first, standing, walking and sleeping. The last thing is more about the accumulation of acupoints and the flow of breath. It is difficult to describe in words, so I won't talk about it for now. Anyway, for the first two things, you don’t need to think too much about your talent. If you follow the postures drawn in the boxing book honestly and persist for a long time, it will be useful after all. Even if you cannot become a martial artist, it will strengthen your body and prolong your life. , it’s not impossible. ”
Chen Pingan expressed an idea of his own, “Is it okay to practice pile walking in the stream?” "
Ning Yao nodded and said: "Of course. Practice up to the knees, then to the waist, and finally to the neck. ”
Chen Pingan followedShe asked: "Isn't the whole person in the water in the end?"
Ning Yao sneered: "What, you want to practice holding your breath underwater, and then practice a thousand-year-old king and an eighty-thousand-year-old turtle?" Huh? "
Chen Pingan was speechless.
Ning Yao thought for a while, "Here, let me show you the pile walking. Look carefully!"
Ning Yao asked Chen Ping'an to move the table away, and then walked forward. Six steps, three small and three large. When she stepped down hard on the last step, the mud floor of the whole house seemed to give out a dull vibration.
The girl finished it in one go.
It seems to be an understatement, but its execution is smooth and flowing, giving the straw-shoe boy an inexplicable feeling.
It's like a waterfall pouring down, it's natural, and it contains huge power. It's like the leaves spinning in the stream, turning round and round, extremely gentle.
Everything is right, but Chen Ping'an just knows what it is and doesn't know why.
Seeing the confused look on the young man's face, Ning Yao retreated to his original position and demonstrated again.
Ning Yao stood still, turned around and asked: "Do you understand? Come and try it?"
Chen Pingan took a deep breath and tried it again.
Staggering like a drunken drunkard.
Chen Ping'an stood there and scratched his head. Apparently he felt a little outrageous.
Ning Yao had a dark face and said in a deep voice: "Come again!"
After three times, Chen Ping'an had improved slightly, but Ning Yao's face was already so gloomy that he looked like he was going to do it next time. A heavy rain.
She couldn’t imagine how there could be an idiot like Chen Ping’an in the world, with such no understanding of martial arts and such poor talent!
No way.
Ning Yao is a person who has stood at the top of the sword since he was a child. His background, foundation, talent, and vision are all the same.
So the girl could not understand at all how those people climbed the mountain step by step at the foot of the mountain that was a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from her, let alone why those people staggered.
In the end, the girl was really helpless. She was afraid that if she couldn't help it, she would draw a knife and kill someone, so she had an idea, patted the straw-shoe boy on the shoulder, and reluctantly comforted: "Chen Pingan, read this book a hundred times The meaning is self-evident, and the same principle applies to martial arts. If you can't get rid of the smell after practicing tens of thousands of times, then go and pick up your stones. The stupid bird will fly first. Don't be discouraged. Take your time. , practice this pile-walking over and over again in the creek."
Chen Pingan thought, this is really the truth.
I once heard Song Jixin say something similar to Miss Ning’s "reading a hundred times", which means reading more than ten thousand volumes and writing like a master.
But what the young man thinks makes more sense is that what Miss Ning said is that tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands are not enough, so just practice a million times.
Chen Pingan ran out of Mud Bottle Alley with a smile, silently reciting the three small and three big names along the way, and imitated Ning Yao's walking posture according to his memory.
The straw sandal boy is hereThe "truth" I tell myself in my heart is that after practicing it a million times, I might be able to achieve some success in boxing.
So the training for "Shaking the Mountain" started with one million times. After that, Chen Ping'an was qualified to talk about other things.
Ning Yao sat alone on the threshold and said to himself: "Why does it feel like I have dug a huge hole? Will that guy not be able to climb out?"