Under the Yamen Archway.
Chen Dui chatted about many interesting anecdotes about strange people from all over the world. The little girl from Zhengyang Mountain listened with gusto and said: "Sister, you know so much."
Chen Dui said with a smile. : "When you grow up, you will know a lot of things."
Song Jixin half-truthfully said, "When we get along with each other, I feel that you are quite a normal person."
The woman raised her long eyebrows slightly and asked: "You mean, in front of Song Changjing, your great Li vassal king, you have to lower your eyebrows and grovel?"
Song Jixin laughed loudly and extended his hand. Pointing at Chen Dui, "Girl, if the way you talk is heard by Mr. Qi from our small town school, he will definitely frown. You know, you are calling it either/or, which is very unreasonable." Yes, it sounds reasonable at first glance, but in fact it doesn’t stand up to scrutiny at all. What I really mean is, of course, that you don’t have to flatter Song Changjing, and you shouldn’t, but Song Changjing is the biggest local snake in Dali after all, and he is still The leading martial arts master, right? As an outsider, you should do as the Romans do and be a little polite to the owner of the house. Why do you have to put on a bad face and pretend to be a master? You just pretend to be pretending. After being beaten half to death by Song Changjing, you still dare to say harsh words in front of him. I really don’t know how to say good things to you."
In the end, Song Jixin pointed at himself and laughed at himself: "Even me. This kind of mean-mouthed and evil-hearted person also knows how to assess the situation and decide what to eat."
Chen Dui hesitated for a moment and said, "It's like being repulsive. I'm also a martial arts practitioner, so for you. To be honest, I have never been particularly fond of the warriors of Dongbaopingzhou. Of course, I was proved wrong in the end, very wrong."
Song Jixin said in surprise: "You are quite honest. "
Chen said calmly: "People who practice martial arts don't recognize fists, so what can they recognize?"
Song Jixin suddenly asked a sharp question, "You guys are just kidding. The outsiders looking for treasures in the town seem to be different from what we think. Is it because you have strong fists?" Chen Xi shook his head and smiled: "I don't need to explain anything, as long as you walk out of the small town. Zhen, you will soon become like us. When you embark on the path of spiritual practice, you will naturally understand. Otherwise, you will not understand even if I tell you."
Song Jixin. She lamented: "It's so boring to be someone like you."
The little girl joked: "Then go to our Zhengyang Mountain to play, it will be fun."
Song Jixin touched her little head and said casually: "Okay."
Chen Dui turned around and looked a little nervous instinctively.
I saw the king of Li clan in white robe and jade belt standing at the archway and said to Song Jixin: "Go back to Mubo Alley to pack up and prepare to leave here."
Song Jixin Ji Xin smiled and said: "Okay, now I have to leave my hometown."
The little girl was reluctant to leave and asked: "When you leave your hometown, do you mean leaving your hometown with a well on your back?"
Song Jixin laughed, stood up and said, "Let's take you back to the Li family's house first. This is called beginning and ending."
Song Jixin led the little girl towards the gate of the government office and turned around The head asked: "There won't be assassins on Fulu Street outside the door, right?"
Song Changjing smiled and said: "You have to ask your neighbors and friends."
Song Ji Xin curled his lips and turned to look at the sky. Dark clouds were gathering and there was a hint of rain.
His mood suddenly became extremely bad.
After sending Tao Zi back from Zhengyang Mountain, Song Jixin was surprised to find Song Changjing standing under the locust tree. He walked quickly and asked curiously: "Leaving in such a hurry? "
Song Changjing nodded and said: "I received a temporary message that there is something going on outside that needs to be solved personally, so I took the carriage directly to Mubo Alley, packed my things and left."
Song Jixin raised his eyes and looked up, and sure enough, there were three carriages parked outside the entrance of the government office. This must be the first time in the young man's life that he rode in a carriage.
Song Jixin bent down and sat in the carriage of the front carriage, followed closely by Song Changjing, sitting cross-legged.
Song Jixin looked around and found nothing but the straw futon under his buttocks. It was not as luxurious as he imagined, let alone surprising. This made Song Jixin a little disappointed. Originally, the young man was looking forward to seeing Zhigui's surprise when he boarded the carriage.
Dense horse hooves made a crisp sound on the bluestone street, and three carriages drove out of Fulu Street one after another.
Song Changjing lifted the curtain and looked out the car window at the scene of the town. From now on, the Great Li Dynasty would completely lose its nominal control over this small cave.
But thinking about it on the other hand, since the founding of the Great Li Kingdom, it is precisely because of the huge benefits brought by this small cave that it has gradually transformed from a small separatist force in a corner to the current Aquarius Continent. The largest secular dynasty in the north, bar none.
Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, small caves and sky.
In the future, I’m afraid I can only find it in the Secret History of the Great Li Palace.
Song Changjing put away his thoughts and asked casually: "Don't you say goodbye to Chen Ping'an?"
After driving out of Fulu Street, the road was uneven, and Song Jixin's body began to follow him. The carriage shook slightly and he shook his head and said: "It's hard to say whether that guy can survive. It would be disgusting if he only had to wait for a corpse. Chen Ping'an has no father or mother, and now even his good friends are dead. Doesn’t it mean that I, the neighbor, have to deal with his funeral?”
Song Changjing hummed.
Song Jixin asked: "The little girl from Zhengyang Mountain mentioned a person named Ma Kuxuan from Xinghua Lane. He was about the same age as me. It seemed that he offered a bag of support money. Sold the hiding place of Chen Ping'an and the girl to Zhengyang Mountain. Do you know the origin of this guy? I only heard that he was a fool before, and I never wanted to hide it so deeply."
Song Changjing thought for a while, "The assassin who lurked in the Song family before assassinated the Sui prince in Qilong Lane. He had alreadySome clues were found, which involved the young man named Ma Kuxuan. Over the years, the assassin who was a prisoner had been in private contact with Ma Kuxuan many times, and it was possible that they had a master-disciple relationship. Now that Zhenwu Mountain has intervened, it can only be put aside for the time being. After all, there are many Zhenwu disciples in the Dali army, and their official positions are not low. "
Song Jixin smiled and said: "Uncle, do you ever say 'only'? ”
Song Changjing said unconcernedly: “Who allowed me to have such an important status as the bullshit Great Li Fan King?” "
When the carriage approached Mud Bottle Lane, Song Jixin said intentionally or unintentionally: "Chen Pingan, is it really just Chen Pingan?
Song Changjing laughed dumbly, "Before letting you move to Mu Ping Lane, the government office had already conducted a thorough investigation. Chen Ping'an's family has a very clear lineage of eighteen generations of ancestors. There is no trace of it." The problem has nothing to do with wealth and power. What, that Chen Dui scared you? Don't worry, I have roughly guessed her identity. Her branch of the Chen family has nothing to do with the branch of Chen Ping'an's ancestors who stayed in the town, so relax, Chen Ping'an is just Chen Ping'an. The person who is barely related is the Chen family in Longwei County where Chen Songfeng lives. But think about it, are relatives who have not been in contact for hundreds of years still considered relatives? Furthermore, the Chen family in the small town has fallen into such a state that only one person is left who is not a slave or maid. They are poor in the downtown area and have no one to care about, and the rich in the mountains have distant relatives. You have read some books at least, but you don’t even understand this principle? "
Song Jixin still refused to give up, "What about the eighteen generations before the eighteen generations of ancestors? Hasn't there ever been a big shot of amazing talent? None? "
Song Changjing smiled and said: "So you hope that Chen Ping'an's life experience will be special? "
Song Jixin did not hide his thoughts, nodded and said: "If he is different from ordinary people, I will feel better. "
Song Changjing became more and more curious and joked: "Why did that guy bully you and make you so obsessed? But according to my understanding of that young man, it doesn’t look like he’s..."
Song Jixin sneered and interrupted the words of the Great Li clan king, "People from small places may not have a high vision, and their eye sockets may be small. It's shallow, but you definitely can't think that they are stupid. It may be good that a child's heart is simple and kind, or it may be bad that it may cause sores on the head and pus on the soles of the feet. There are also some people who are really hopelessly stupid, or even both stupid and bad. "
Song Changjing was even more puzzled, "Which category does Chen Pingan belong to? "
Song Jixin sighed and said angrily: "He doesn't count in either category. He is such a fool. That's why I feel particularly aggrieved. ”
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Ning Yao squatted in front of the bench and carefully looked at Chen Pingan’s sleeping face, his heart was filled with shock.
Such magical powers, It's wonderful.
Chen Ping'an's strange sleeping posture makes the young man look like he's returning to nature from head to toe.
Although Ning Yao couldn't explain it, he still felt a sense of return to nature. The quality of door magical powers, girls are born with extremelyKeen intuition.
Ning Yao turned around and asked curiously: "Are you the leader of Chen Pingan's practice?"
The old man smoked a dry cigarette, crossed his legs, and looked outside the house. Under the dark rain screen, he said with a smile: "Practice? Is this considered practice? Why, now there is another guy in the outside world who is qualified to establish a religion and call himself an ancestor? That's why the world has declined, and the situation on the path of cultivation has become worse every year. Years? Not so. Those people are not vegetarians. Since they have become gluttons, they can only continue on this road of no return and never allow outsiders to get a share of the pie. ”
< p>Ning Yao was confused, "Senior Yang, what are you talking about?"The old man was stunned, "Didn't your parents tell you about those old antiques?"
The old man was stunned. p>
Ning Yao shook his head, "My grandfather's generation left early, and my parents don't like to tell stories about other worlds, for fear that I would run away from home."
Old Yang turned his head and looked at the girl carefully, and finally said, "How many words are engraved on that city wall now?"
Ning Yao answered honestly: "I There were many heroes in my grandfather's generation, so in just a hundred years, two new characters were engraved, and now there are eighteen characters in total."
The old man sighed: "There are already eighteen characters. There are four words: Daofa, Haoran, Xitian, what else are there?”
Ning Yao said solemnly: “The four words of Thunder Pond, and the four words of Sword Qi Everlasting, Qi. , Chen, Dong."
Old man Yang frowned and asked: "Little girl, there is still one word left, is it eaten by you?"
Ning Yao said angrily: "Forgot. ”
The old man did not break the casserole and changed the question: “Is it still the old rule that only one who kills an Ascension Realm monster is qualified to carve a word on the Great Wall?”
p>Ning Yao frowned and said: "Why do you know so much about the situation in my hometown?"
The old man smiled and said: "A long time ago, there was a foreign sword cultivator who had the habit of writing travel notes. He wrote down all the customs and customs, and he died near our town. I will take the thick travel notes back and read them when I have nothing to do."
Ning Yao doubts this. The truth of the statement.
The old man seemed to have eyes on his back, "Believe it or not."
Ning Yao observed Chen Ping'an's state, which was a bit like Taoist meditation or Buddhist meditation, and asked Said: "What's wrong with him?"
Old man Yang said slowly: "It's a small death."
Sleeping is a small death.
Ning Yao was a little helpless. The old man in Yangjiapu's words were either harsh and unpleasant, or strange.
The old man said to himself: "Little girl, let me ask you, when a person recites silently in his heart, whose voice is the so-called voice of his heart."
Ning Yao He paused for a moment, lost in thought.
Soon she naturally closed her eyes and concentrated, then fell asleep. Finally, she nodded suddenly and fell asleep.
Old man Yang stood up, walked around the girl, came to the young man, pointed his cigarette pole at Ning Yao, and said to the young man: "Look at this person, with just a few words, you can break through the situation in one fell swoop. Look at you, you don’t even have any skills, but you like to be stubborn. Who are you to be stubborn with? How many years have you been sleeping for God? Are you willing to deal with a guy like you?"
Old man Yang returned to his original position and sat down, looking at me. The curtain of rain gradually grew outside the house, and the torrential raindrops hit the ground in the courtyard with a crackling sound. The old man looked a little sad, "After so many years, I have been choosing and looking for so many people. I never thought that it would be the least hopeful one." One has the toughest life."
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A skinny child, carrying a large basket of wild vegetables on his back, and skewering seven or eight pieces of dogtail grass in his hand. Xiaoyu, walking in the alley, after the child opened the door of his courtyard, he just walked into the courtyard. Immediately there was a young man wearing a satin shirt next door. He stepped on a stool and then skillfully climbed up the low courtyard wall. , squatting there, completely ignoring the dirty expensive clothes, he said with a smile: "Hey, the surnamed Chen, you go to the mountains and rivers to forage for food again? You are really good at relying on mountains and rivers to eat. You can take me to play with you in the future. Are you kidding me? I'll reward you with copper coins."
The skinny kid smiled and said, "No need to pay."
The rich and noble young man curled his lips and said, "No. "Pull them down, I'm not willing to go."
The child picked the small fishes from the dog's tail grass one by one. The big ones were as long as a palm, and the small ones were no longer than a thumb. The child stood on tiptoes and put them on. Expose it to the sun on your windowsill, dry it and eat it without adding salt. There is no need to disembowel the food and squeeze out the internal organs. This is not because the children are afraid of trouble, because if they do this, there will be only a few ounces of meat left. Anyway, it tastes crunchy and very fragrant.
After the young man on the courtyard wall finished speaking, he actually regretted it. In fact, he had always envied his neighbors of the same age. Every time he came home, he always came home empty-handed with rabbits, loaches, stream fish and wild fruits. , it made him very excited, not greedy, just greedy, but he was unwilling to change his mind even if he wanted to be strong. In addition, seeing the brisk and carefree appearance of the person next door named Chen, he felt a little depressed.
You said that you, Chen Ping'an, are too poor every day to get out of the house, sleep in a dilapidated house with air leakage from all sides, and can't even eat a bunch of candied haws all year round. How can you be happy?
The young man named Song Jixin on the wall could not understand this at all.
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One day, a child who had no worries about food and clothing but could only live in Mud Bottle Lane came home with a bruised nose and swollen face and was covered in mud.
The girl who had just become his personal maid asked him what happened, but Song Jixin didn't say anything. After returning to his room, he closed the door and lay on the bed.
He quarreled with others today and even got into a fight. Some of the vicious words are still lingering in his ears, making this child with a strong self-esteem feel like a knife, and his face is sometimes sad and sometimes ferocious.
“Don’t you have a bit of bad money? Why are you so proud? You are not even as good as Chen Pingan, even if he is deadYou lost your parents, but you know who your parents are. Do you know who your parents are? ”
The child named Song tossed and turned in bed and couldn’t fall asleep.
The next day, the child did not squat on the wall and chat with the neighbors as usual. For the first time, he visited Chen Pingan's house and walked to Chen Pingan's house.
After he said a word to Chen Pingan, Chen Pingan left the town not long after, violating the oath that his mother had made when she died. , went to Long Kiln as an apprentice at a young age
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Old man Yang caught a glimpse of a figure standing furtively at the back door of the main hall of the shop. In the end, he didn't say anything, he just turned around and disliked the eyesore.
The figure was particularly hurt when he saw the old man's actions.
What made him even more hurt was that he should be. The woman who was called sister-in-law held an umbrella in one hand and pushed his head away with the other, striding towards the main room in the backyard. When she saw the old man, she immediately shouted at the top of her voice.
Old Man Yang. Sighing, he quickly got up and walked out of the house, closed the door, and stood on the steps, looking at the woman who was showing off her attitude. The old man was not even interested in smoking cigarettes.
The woman stopped. He stepped down, put his hands on his hips and cursed: "What are you doing, are you guarding against thieves? ! Old man Yang, you are my master after all, why do you do such immoral things? Li Er is a good shop boy, why do you want him to pack up and get out? Did you open the Yang's store? ah? Did Li Er sleep with his master's wife, or did he sleep with his master's daughter? ! ”
The man who was blocked back from the street hunched his neck and hid by the back door, wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself.
What kind of temper is Master, Li Er? How could he not know the virtues of his wife, so he felt that he would lose his skin this time even if he didn't die?
Old man Yang said expressionlessly, "Are you finished? After saying that, I went home to call for spring. I heard that the cats in the westernmost part of the town kept meowing all year round. They meowed during the day and at night. Many people were so noisy that they moved..."
The woman The person seemed to have been touched by a sad point, and his voice rose again, "You old immortal thing, you still have the nerve to say go home! Your apprentice has no way of making a living, so he wanders around all day long. The roof of our house collapsed two days ago, and we can't even get the money to repair it. As a result, I had to go back to my parents' house with my gold and silver. I suffered so much. Bully! If Li Er hadn't kicked you out of the shop, would our family of four have been so miserable? Old man Yang, quickly take out the coffin and build a house for our family, otherwise I won't be done with you today! "
The old man looked coldly at the hiding man, Zheng Dafeng.
Zheng Dafeng said with a sad face: "Master, Li Er will do that according to your old instructions. It's happened, I won't be able to come back for a while. ”
The old man’s face was gloomy.
Zheng Dafeng even wanted to kneel down and kowtow.
The woman lost her oil-paper umbrella and sat down in the rain. On the ground, he cried loudly, "You old immortal thing likes to pick up ashes, evenMy apprentice’s wife will not be spared either. ”
The old man moved to a small bench under the eaves, sat down slowly, took out the tobacco from the bag on his waist, crushed it into a ball and put it into his pipe. He smoked the dry tobacco and looked up at the sky. Ignore the woman.
Zheng Dafeng watched the woman rolling around in the yard. It was raining so heavily. The woman had a plump body and her clothes were thin, so many tasks in the Yang family shop were difficult. They all came to join in the fun and enjoy themselves.
The woman cried heartbrokenly, but suddenly stopped, as if someone had strangled her neck. After rubbing her eyes, she quickly stood up. , picked up the oil-paper umbrella and ran away.
The woman ran and shouted: "There is a ghost!"
The old man twitched his lips and said, "The rat droppings on the incense table are disgusting to gods and ghosts." ”