As the town approached, the military monk from Zhenwu Mountain let go of Ma Kuxuan's shoulders. Ma Kuxuan was a little dizzy, shook his head and asked, "Do you know who caused the problem? Could it be my father or uncle? The family's treasure is attracted by outsiders, one is unwilling to give it, and the other is asking for it, and the result is similar to Liu Xianyang's, causing big trouble?"
The man with the sword behind him took Ma Kuxuan quickly? Stepping forward, he shook his head and said: "The reason why Zhengyang Mountain Mountain Monkey took action so brazenly and did not hesitate to break the rules is partly because of the preciousness of the Sword Scripture itself, but the most important reason is still the age of Zhengyang Mountain and Fenglei Garden. Resentment, if Chen Songfeng from Fengleiyuan had not come to the town, the mountain-moving ape would never have taken action. Therefore, even if the practitioners in this town did not take action, they would not dare to be too blatant. Mr. Qi is here. After all..."
The man suddenly stopped talking and looked at a rooftop far away in the street, where a wild cat with a body as black as ink squatted. When it saw Ma Kuxuan, it immediately screamed and waited until After Ma Kuxuan discovered it, the wild cat started running towards Xinghua Lane.
Ma Kuxuan turned pale in an instant and ran like crazy with the wild cat on the roof.
The man figured out the joints, sighed, and followed the young man unhurriedly, never being distanced by Ma Kuxuan.
Ma Kuxuan ran all the way back to the familiar alley. When he saw the courtyard door open, the brave young man stopped outside the door and never dared to cross the threshold again. .
The young man knew that the door to his courtyard was rarely open for such a long time throughout the year, because his grandma often said that Xinghua Lane was home to the most unpromising paupers. , our home is easy for others to envy, so we must remember to close the door tightly, otherwise we will be missed by thieves.
Ma Kuxuan walked into the yard with red eyes, and the door to the main room was not closed.
Ma Kuxuan saw a familiar thin figure falling to the ground.
The black cat squatted on the threshold, screaming in a frightening way.
"Don't go there!"
The man carrying the sword stretched out his hand to hold the young man's shoulder, and warned: "The matter is over, calm down!"
Ma Ku Xuan held back his tears, took deep breaths, slowed down, and shouted softly: "Grandma?" Tan, there is no breath.
The black cat was so frightened that it ran into the house and disappeared in a flash.
The man carrying the sword thought for a moment, raised his head and said in a deep voice to Ma Kuxuan who was standing outside the door: "Stop! You are born with extremely strong yang energy. If you take another step closer, even if your grandma still has some left, Even if your soul stays in the house, it will be destroyed by you!"
The young man's dark face wrinkled hard, and he suppressed himself from crying at all.
The man made up his mind. After holding the tiger charm around his waist, he said in a deep voice: "Mr. Qi, this matter cannot be underestimated. You have your own rules."Hey, I also have my own difficulties, and I hope Mr. Qi will not interfere in this matter in the future. "
After saying this, the man's aura changed completely, his clothes were billowing, and his hair was swaying. After silently reciting a series of obscure formulas, he finally ended with five words: "There is something in Zhenwu Mountain. please! ”
Ma Kuxuan turned around and looked around.
I saw a golden-armored god-man who was more than ten feet tall falling from the sky. He hit his chest with his fists and made a sound like thunder, saying : "Descendant of Zhenwu, what are your orders? ”
“Spells are forbidden here, and I am not good at trapping souls, so I ask you to help patrol around this house. If you find this old woman’s wandering soul, collect it. Remember to keep it safe.” Don't hurt the roots. "
The golden-armored god was silent for a moment, but still nodded and said: "Yes! ”
The golden light dissipated, and the general was nowhere to be seen.
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In the kiln supervision office, Chen Songfeng, a descendant of the Chen family in Longwei County, was in a In a spacious room, she was immersed in reading files. There was a red lacquered wooden box at her feet. Most of the boxes of yellowed ancient books were piled inside. The woman Chen Dui picked up a book from the wooden box and stood near the window, reading a page. Slowly flipping through the pages.
The old steward of the government office was sitting on a chair in the house drinking tea. Liu Baqiao, the swordsman of Fengleiyuan, sat opposite and greeted the old man politely. The energetic old steward smiled. : "Fortunately, Li Hong from the Li family's house came to our office in person and asked for the files of several Chen families in our town, and he only wanted the household registration files of the last three to four hundred years. The prince nodded and agreed. , I asked Li Hong to take away the seventy or eighty books on the top of the box. The remaining books on the bottom are older and happen to be the old almanac that Mr. Chen wants. Having said that, if it weren’t for the government office every year, It is required that the books be posted once in summer and autumn, and they will have been eaten away by insects long ago. "
Opponent Chen who was standing at the window didn't even raise his head, and asked calmly: "I heard that people named Chen in this town now work as slaves and maids for the ten tribes with four surnames and ten tribes in Taoye Lane, Fulu Street. , some Chen family members have even become the sons of these high-ranking families. Not only have they kowtowed and knelt down for generations, but they will still be arrogant when they see the ordinary people in the small town? "
The old steward was a little embarrassed. This woman kept saying "four surnames and ten clans" or "a high-ranking family", but she was actually a wealthy family with a history of thousands of years and the eldest grandson of the Chen family in Longwei County. She was like a servant there, silently immersed in checking the files, but this woman with the same surname Chen was actually able to feel at ease, so her true identity was long and noble, and the old and impure steward could think about it on his knees. I know.
Although the old steward does not have any maidservants named Chen, he has always had good relations with those surnamed people who are the local gangsters in the town. He does not want to be involved in this matter because of his response. It would be inappropriate to provoke a menacing dragon crossing the river.
So after carefully considering his words, the old man put down the ice-cracked water-moistened tea cup in his hand and said slowly: "Miss Chen. , there is nothing we can do about it. According to an old man from our government office,According to previous generations, there were two Chen families with different ancestors in this town. One of them moved out of the town very early and has no direct descendants left in the town. We only vaguely heard about this Chen family. When they first moved out of the town, they specially left a tombkeeper. It was so long ago that the family with the surname responsible for sweeping the tombs of the Chen family and offering incense could no longer be verified. As for the other Chen family, it was also among the common surnames a long time ago, and its ranking was still very high. Unfortunately, things are fickle. After a few twists and turns, it gradually declined, especially in the past few hundred years. As you said, Miss Chen, it is true that one generation is worse than the next. There are no Chen people who are independent now... No, I think about it. There is really a single seedling left. It should be all the small towns now. Among the children of the Chen family, he is the only one who is not attached to the four surnames and ten clans. The child’s father was very skilled in making porcelain and was awarded by the previous two inspectors. That’s why I remember it clearly now. It’s just that he died early. I don't know how his children are doing now. But having said that, I will only tell you what I saw and heard. Generally speaking, the descendants of the Chen family in this town are pretty good, especially the two surnames of Song and Zhao. The chief stewards in the house are all surnamed Chen. They are master and servant, in fact, they are almost like a family. "
After talking about these old stories about old sesame and rotten millet in one breath, the old steward turned around and picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.
Chen nodded with a smile and said: "Manager Xue is If you understand people, no wonder the government office can run smoothly.
The old steward smiled and said: "Miss Chen is ridiculous. People like us only know our own limitations, so we can only do our best. We work hard and work hard."
Chen Dui smiled and turned his attention to Chen Songfeng, who was sitting upright, and said coldly: "If it doesn't work, I turned the box upside down. Looking at the books at the bottom, what Manager Xue just said, Didn't you hear that? For thousands of years, the archives of this small town have only been related to one other branch of the Chen family. If I remember correctly, this small town Chen family has the same distant ancestor as your Longwei County Chen family. Why, after flipping through it, I found a family tree. From beginning to end, those names are either slaves or maids. Isn’t it fun? ”
Chen Songfeng’s forehead was beaded with sweat, and his lips were slightly white. He did not dare to refute a word. He quickly got up from the chair and bent down to rummage through the boxes and move books.
Yamen The old steward of the department immediately straightened his back, no longer feeling relaxed in his busy schedule.
Liu Baqiao couldn't stand it anymore. Chen Songfeng had a soft temper, but he belonged to the Chen family of Longwei County. The future head of the family, no matter what your background is, Chen Dui, whether you are from the same clan or not, you should at least give him the necessary respect, so Liu Baqiao said in a deep voice: "Chen Dui, if I am not blind, I can see that Chen Songfeng is giving you the right now. Help, even if you don't appreciate it, don't speak so harshly! "
Chen Songfeng quickly raised his head and winked at Liu Baqiao. The latter stared back with wide eyes, "Even the emperor has a few poor relatives. Why, are there any exceptions? ! Okay, even if someone is an exception, can you look down on others? ”
StraightCome and go.
This is the nature and heart of Liu Baqiao in Fengleiyuan.
Chen Songfeng’s face was full of bitterness.
The old steward lowered his head to drink tea, turning a blind eye and listening but not hearing.
Chen Dui was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "That makes sense."
It was Liu Baqiao's turn to feel uncomfortable.
Chen Dui put down his books on the table and planned to go out for some fresh air. Of course, Manager Xue wanted to fulfill his duties as a landlord, but was politely refused by the Chen woman.
Chen Dui walked out of the side hall of the government office and stood in the corridor looking into the distance.
There is a large square outside the lobby of the Yamen Office. There is an archway facing the gate, with a large ancient Chinese character written on it, "山山之月", "上山 Lower Prison". This is not uncommon. Every secular dynasty and state has decreed that five mountains within its jurisdiction are designated as the Five Sacred Mountains. The gates of the southeast, northwest, and southeast must have two characters personally inscribed by the founding emperor. The character "Yue" in the list is also It must be written in ancient style.
Later generations of literati, poets, monks and immortals have provided thousands of explanations for this. As for the real reason, I am afraid it has long been lost in the dust of history.
Chen Dui saw the backs of two people, one big and one small, sitting on the white stone steps of the archway, whispering.
She hesitated for a moment and walked slowly. In order to avoid being suspected of eavesdropping, Chen Dui deliberately coughed slightly when he walked up the steps behind the two of them. Unexpectedly, one of them was speaking enthusiastically, while the other was listening attentively, as if they were completely unaware of Chen Dui's appearance. . Chen Dui didn't care about this either. She sat generously at the farthest end of the steps. Although she was sitting casually, her sitting posture still gave off a sense of uprightness.
Two children, one large and one small, spoke the orthodox elegant Mandarin of Dongbaopingzhou. Chen Dui could understand it, otherwise she would not have come to this town. It was just that her words were unfamiliar. Therefore, she was very taciturn when she was traveling with Chen Songfeng and Liu Baqiao. Of course, the main reason why she didn't want to talk was because she felt that she couldn't talk to Chen Songfeng and Liu Baqiao, so she didn't want to speak.
Liu Baqiao is cynical on the surface, but in his heart he is focused on kendo. He looks interesting but is actually boring. Chen Songfeng is dedicated to reviving his family tradition. He looks simple but is thoughtful. The two so-called top players in Dongbaopingzhou. Junyan is not the same person as her. Different ways don't work together, that's it.
The young man glanced at the woman who was about ten years older than him, and his impression was really average.
Chen Dui sat there quietly, showing no sign of speaking.
However, when he had a sudden glance, he saw the little girl holding a shiny green gourd. Chen had such a sophisticated eye that he knew it was not a vulgar thing at a glance.
The richly dressed young man and the delicate little girl like a porcelain doll are none other than Song Jixin from Mu Ping Lane and Tao Zi from Zhengyang Mountain.
Before Song Jixin and Song Changjing went to Li's house to express condolences, he fell in love with the little girl as soon as he saw her, because he had liked exquisite and gorgeous things since he was a child, and rough and simple things were not in his eyes. Tao Zi also had a good eye for Song Jixin, and the two of them were inexplicablyThey became good friends. The key was that they were able to talk together despite the age difference. Song Jixin didn't even feel that he was perfunctory in socializing, so he finally asked his uncle Song Changjing to force the Li family to let go and bring Tao Zi to supervise the construction of the Yamen. While they were playing at the office, Song Jixin took the little girl's hand and left the gate of Li's house, regardless of the miserable appearance of the Li family as if they were bereaved. At the same time, someone sent a message to Zhigui, the maid in the small house, asking her to find the green gourd in the box and give it to Tao Zi as a meeting gift.
The little girl was very close to Song Jixin and asked coquettishly: "Brother Banchai, you just mentioned the Xuegong Academy Square among the twelve kinds of memorial archways. Before I came here, I heard from my grandfather that When we were chatting, we mentioned that your Cliff Academy in Dali is in a miserable state now. Do you know what is written on the memorial arch of their Cliff Academy? "
Because of the name Song Jixin? After the last two words, Tao Zi gave him the nickname "Brother Moving Firewood". Song Jixin didn't care about this. At this time, he no longer cared about the fate of the foreign woman. He lowered his head and smiled at the little girl: "I don't know, I I have never left a small town in my life, and I haven’t read many books. After chatting with you for so long, my stomach is almost empty.”
The little girl sighed, “I don’t know Grandpa Ape. How are you doing looking for someone outside?"
Song Jixin smiled, lowered his head and patted the hem of his brocade robe. At that moment, his eyes were complicated.
In the distance, Chen Dui suddenly asked softly: "Little girl, will your gourd make a sound on its own at some point?"
The little girl turned her head, He raised the gourd with both hands, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and showed off: "Brother Banchai gave it to me."
The answer was not what was asked.
Chen Dui could only laugh it off.
Song Jixin said casually: "Every time there is a thunderstorm, there will be a buzzing sound."
Chen nodded and said: "It is indeed a sword gourd."
Song Jixin was a little confused.
The little girl from Zhengyang Mountain rushed to say: "I know, I know, there are three sword gourds in our family, and my grandfather has one. It is gray and ugly. Grandpa Liu from Taibai Peak That one is the cutest, it's small, about the size of a palm, and it will fly out dozens of small flying swords. Sister Su's one is neither big nor small, purple and gold in color. Unfortunately, Sister Su is not willing to take it out. I beg you. After touching it for many times, Sister Su quickly hid it."
Chen explained to her, "Little girl, you can't blame your sister Su. She is raising a purple gold sword gourd." Sword gourds are very rare and rare, and can be ranked among the top three. It is estimated that she only has one in the entire Dongbaopingzhou. And compared with other sword gourds, the purple gourd is excellent for raising swords, but its disadvantage is that it is too It's brittle and can be easily broken by sharp objects."
Tao Zi hugged the green gourd again, "What about this one?"
Chen smiled, "It's also very precious. "
The little girl tugged on Song Jixin's sleeve and said timidly: "Brother Mochai, do you want to take it back?"
Song Jixin rubbed his little one. The girl’s head is full of doting eyes, hahaHe smiled and said, "Don't mention this little gourd. Even if I still have it, I would still like to give it to you." There was an auction held in Caidi Baolou, and the final item was a sword-raising gourd vine that had never appeared before, with six small gourd fruits on it. It is said that the Taoist ancestor personally visited our place before he became an immortal. It took thousands of years for the seedlings planted all over the world to bear fruit, which were of different sizes and colors. It was very magical."
Song Jixin said sincerely: " The world is full of wonders."