Chen Ping'an's shoulders sank, and his breath stagnated. The sword energy that was about to leave the Qi Mansion was already on the string and had to be fired. However, after being slapped suddenly on the shoulder, he was like a big python coming out of the mountain. The river dragon blocking the way, the previously unstoppable arrogance, naturally stopped, and temporarily chose to stand still.
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Chen Pingan raised his head, and the elusive man in the bamboo hat smiled at him, "Believe me, I am A Liang."
Chen Pingan sighed, "I'll listen to you for the time being. "
A Liang just glanced at Zhu He, not even bothering to glance at the girl Zhu Lu, and said lazily: "It would be such a waste of nature to use such precious sword energy to kill a Zhu He. You feel bad for me, and I feel bad for you. Besides... forget it, if you don't say these embarrassing things, my conscience, Aliang, will be troubled. You can just take this as compensation. "Okay."
Chen Ping'an was about to close his fingers together. At this moment, A Liang let go of the boy's hand on his shoulder, took a step back, shook his head and smiled: "This posture is too inappropriate. You are a master, I will teach you a powerful one."
"Stand still!" The man in the bamboo hat shouted softly, then bent his finger and tapped Chen Pingan on the shoulder, and then moved like flying. The young man's heart clicked seven or eight times, and at the same time, he used the immortal magical power that was superior to the sound-concentrating line, directly causing ripples on the young man's heart lake, and a series of heartfelt voices sounded, "Remember this Qi in the body. To start, remember the names and operation routes of all the qi palaces. The qi stretches like a dragon's veins, originating from Linchong, the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Mountains. This is the first-class qi palace for raising swords in the world. This is a stop. Quickly pass through three mountains and six passes, and end here. There are two pauses in the Fuqi acupoint, and then six holes and nine palaces are quickly swept, and the third pause is done at Chunyang Mansion... This is the last pause, with a total of eighteen pauses. These acupoints and Qi palaces are very different from what is said today, and they are countless in ancient times. Sword cultivator fought through obstacles and paid a huge price for his precious efforts. Remember it?"
A Liang finally asked: "Do you remember it clearly?"
Chen Ping'an's forehead oozed. Sweat, "I remember seven, seven, eight, eight."
Alian smiled and said: "It's almost enough. If you hit your head and bleed, don't be afraid. This is what every sword cultivator must do. After you become familiar with the route, you can try to move slowly. This is the most interesting part of the Eighteen Stops. Well, this is the knowledge that A Liang and I have learned. Some people admire me very much and praise me hard. , saying that this alone has raised the level of swordsmanship a lot, haha, it’s a bit embarrassing.”
Chen Ping’an suddenly felt that this so-called Eighteen Stops was probably no better than the Shanshan Fist Manual. Went.
A-Liang seemed to see through the young man’s mind and said seriously: “Am I like a liar who talks nonsense? I, A-Liang, have never known what bragging is in my life!”
Zhu He The mind has been barely pulled out of the mud, but the limbsStiffer than before, he would die if he moved. This was the only thought in Zhu He's mind. This was the invisible shock brought by the man in the bamboo hat.
When the guy with the green knife and gourd on his waist is your friend, you will feel that he does not look like a master.
But when this guy became the enemy on the opposite side, Zhu He was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, and he really wanted to lose his mind.
Zhu He in the distance was already distracted, and Zhu Lu nearby could only hear Chen Pingan talking to himself.
A Liang told Chen Ping'an from his heart, "The boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains, and the energy flow can travel hundreds of miles in an instant. It is very good, but if it can be done slowly, it will be like a mountain that has been accumulated for a hundred years and has disappeared. Even if the sea has accumulated water for thousands of years, it will be even better if the water surface does not rise at all! In the future, I can concentrate on practicing this path and be able to operate by myself while sleeping."
Chen Ping'an said doubtfully: "How do I know if I have been running these eighteen stops after I fell asleep?"
A Liang crossed his arms across his chest and said with a smile: "Go to the waterless place and sit and watch the clouds rise. When the time comes, you will naturally I will know the answer."
A Liang sat down on the bench, but as soon as he sat down, his face looked a little strange.
Chen Pingan covered his forehead.
A Liang quietly raised his buttocks, slapped away the candied haws standing on his buttocks with his hands, moved to a seat, spread his hands on the railing, exhaled heavily, and finally for the first time. Looking directly at Zhu Lu once, "In addition to returning Zhenwu Mountain's heroic courage and the "Purple Qi Book" to me, you and your father also need to take out the stack of talismans inherited from the Li family, but these talismans are only I can save one of you, Zhu Lu, now I will let you choose, will you leave Pillow Station alive, or will your father?"
Zhu He said in a deep voice before Zhu Lu could speak. : "I beg Senior A Liang to let Zhu Lu leave. I am willing to commit suicide and apologize without even having to dirty Senior's bamboo knife."
A Liang just looked at Zhu Lu with a smile and ignored the elixirs and pills he had already taken out. Zhu He, wearing a yellow paper talisman, said, "Zhu Lu, who do you hope can survive?"
The girl had already burst into tears. She just covered her mouth with her hands and did not dare to cry.
The other hand was clenched tightly behind her, and the nails pierced the palm of her hand, which was covered with blood.
Zhu He knelt down heavily in the corridor far away, kowtowed and said tremblingly: "Senior A Liang!"
A Liang looked at Chen Pingan and asked: "What do you think? ? Or let them go together? If you are afraid of Zhu He's revenge, I can destroy his martial arts skills. If there is an accident, I can break Zhu He's Changsheng Bridge at will, um, Zhu Lu's too."
The young man did not look at Zhu He, but just looked at Zhu Lu, "I said, you must die."
Zhu He suddenly raised his head and roared: "Chen Pingan, Zhu Lu is still a Child!"
The young man, who had always been relatively calm, turned pale with anger for no apparent reason after hearing these words.
The boy in straw sandals took several quick steps forward and was about to punch Zhulu to pieces.At this time, her energy was in turmoil, which was no better than the weak physique of an ordinary girl. But for some reason, after punching, it involuntarily turned into a slap. The path was tilted upward, and a slap hit Zhu hard. On the deer's cheek.
A Liang pressed the young man's shoulder again, "That's enough."
A Liang chuckled softly: "Some punishments are much more cruel than death."
Chen Pingan sat back on the bench, stunned. The young man had no idea how A Liang dealt with the father and daughter after that, how they left the Pillow Inn, where they would go and who they would meet in the future.
The young man suddenly raised his head and asked: "A-Liang, do you have any wine?"
A-Liang smiled, "There is plenty of wine. My little gourd can hold a thousand catties of wine. But I must tell you one thing. When a person is sad, he should never drink. It is easy to become an alcoholic. You can drink when you are happy, and you may become a drunkard. ”
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Outside the gate of Pillow Inn.
Lin Shouyi stood alone on the street. For some reason, the boy was left outside by A Liang, who told him to wait for someone to show up and let him decide whether to cross the threshold of the inn.
Even if he is bored, the young man still stands like a lone pine on the top of a mountain, with his back straight.
With the help of the red lantern hanging at the door of the Pillow Inn, the young man took out the Taoist classic "Yunshanglanglangshu" from his arms and began to browse the difficult-to-understand words. It can be said that he is blind and blind. Windy and rainy.
But every time I read something that I understood, or realized some of the true meaning, it was like the sky cleared up after the rain, and the clouds and mist cleared away to see the blue sky, which made the young man extremely happy. This heartfelt joy was born out of a rough life and created a young man with an indifferent temperament who was unwilling to share it with others.
The young man is never afraid to speculate on people and things in this world with the greatest malice.
A woman with plain appearance came from a distance, looked at the boy, her eyes were amazed, and she said with emotion: "He is really a good monastic child."
The woman left He walked to a place seven or eight steps away from the young man and said with a smile: "Hello, Lin Shouyi. We have met at the waterside before. I am on the boat and you are on the shore. My true identity is from Changchun Palace in Dali. Elder Taishang, I am not just boasting, but I am indeed a mountain god in the eyes of the common people. I am the real thing. I can wave the wind and rain with a wave of my sleeves, shake the mountains with a stamp of my feet. I am especially good at rectifying the law with five thunders and suppressing evil spirits with my palms..."< /p>
At the end of the sentence, the woman laughed to herself and waved her hand, "No, no, this is really embarrassing. I have to ask someone to change it to something plainer next time."
The young man nodded and said: "I believe you."
The woman smiled and said: "Although I don't know what your father told you in that family letter, let alone that A Liang But since he knows that I am following you and leaving you outside the inn, I think I can try to convince you to return to the capital of Dali with me, say goodbye to your parents, and then follow me again. Go to Changchun Palace to practice Taoism."
Lin Shou.He said with an indifferent expression: "My father wants me to stay in Hongzhu Town, and then someone will pick me up and take me to Dali Capital. Otherwise, if I die outside for no reason, he will not help me collect my body. Because a dead person, It's not worth the travel expenses. My father mentioned that the prices in Dali Capital are very high now, and the family expenses are very high."
The woman sighed, "Your father's words are a bit unpleasant, but. Isn't this the truth?"
The boy's mouth was full of sarcasm.
The woman hesitated for a moment, then extended her hand to the young man with a solemn expression, "Although you may think it is too childish, not mysterious enough, and lacks many ups and downs and challenges, I still want to tell you. You, Lin Shouyi, take one step forward and you will be on the Changsheng Bridge."
The young man put away the Taoist book, put it back in his arms, shook his head and said, "Thank you, Immortal Chang, for your kindness. It’s not up to me to decide which family to choose, but I know what path to take.”
“It’s a pity.”
The woman could only sigh and did not force anyone to do anything. , "Lin Shouyi, we are destined to meet again. I hope you won't regret it then."
The young man bowed and saluted, and said with a straight face, "Lin Shouyi sends you to the immortal."
The woman disappeared in a flash.
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Posthouse corridor.
Chen Pingan and A Liang were sitting on one side and opposite each other on a bench in the corridor.
Chen Pingan asked softly: "A-Liang, are you leaving?"
A-Liang nodded.
Lifting up the small gourd and taking a sip of wine.
It was obvious at a glance that he was thinking of something sad, so he kept saying that he should not drink when he was sad, which was just a polite comment from a man in a bamboo hat.
A Liang stared blankly at the boy opposite him, looking at the clean eyes of the boy in front of him, Chen Pingan, just like the eyes he saw many, many years ago.
A Liang, I’ve thought about it, studying is useless, it’s very annoying! I, Qi Jingchun, want to travel with you in the world. I want to enjoy my grudges, drink the strongest wine, use the fastest sword, and ride the best horse. Well, I have all the money ready, a dozen taels of silver! If it's not enough, I can go back and borrow some more from my husband. The husband is very reasonable and told me that if you really don’t want to study, you can go out for a walk. There are thousands of miles of great mountains and rivers filled with knowledge.
The scholar in green shirt, who was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, had clear and firm eyes.
Over the gate of the college, there was an old scholar who was hiding and not daring to see anyone. Only his head was exposed. He winked at A Liang. When he saw that A Liang ignored him, he simply moved a few steps sideways. Walk to the threshold, roll up your sleeves, and assume that if you dare to kidnap my students, I will fight for your life.
He goes and goes, but his hair doesn’t grow all the way, and he just talks big words. When your hair grows all the way one day, I will take you to see the colorful world outside.
A Liang, it’s a deal, I’ll wait for you.
In the end, A Liang turned his back to the boy, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, tapping his shoulder carelessly, raising his arm with the other hand, clenching his fist, bid farewell to the young man.
The knight-errant Aliang waved goodbye to the young man who longed for the world.
After this farewell, we will never see each other again.
Finally, the man turned his head and saw that the old man was already holding the boy's hand, and the two of them walked back to the academy together.
One old and one young, chatting.
Jingchun, I forgot to ask earlier, who hit you?
The one with the surname Zuo.
Huh? He's so careless in his actions. I'll talk to him later. A gentleman talks but doesn't use his hands. But why fight? Is it because he cannot reason with you and becomes angry?
No.
Huh?
After he lost the debate, he was willing to admit defeat, but he deliberately said that no matter how much I studied, I would never be more knowledgeable than you, sir. I don’t think this is possible. Although you are knowledgeable, sir, But now I feel sleepy when I read a book, and I often fall asleep while reading. I am still young, and one day I will read more books than my husband... But he is still talking about it, if I have the ability, I will be more knowledgeable than my husband tomorrow, so I couldn't get angry, so I took the lead. I admit that I can't defeat him. I didn't complain when I found my husband before. Of course, a scholar must have the backbone. Sir, you are not very good in this regard. If you win an argument with someone, you will lose in a fight. Just say that you are a scholar, and that the debate was unprecedented and unprecedented. If you quarrel with someone, lose, or win, just say how shocking the fight was...
Mr. Sir, why are you twisting my ears? Alas alas...a gentleman speaks but does not act.
What a gentleman! Sir I am a saint!
The man who saw this scene finally turned around and left.
During those long and turbulent years, there were times when men would sit on the Great Wall, drinking wine alone, and hearing the gossip coming from far away from Daixuan Mountain. None of it is good news, all of them are bad news. The man will regret not taking that young man with him, blame the old man, and even fail to take care of his proud disciple.
At this time, looking at the young man opposite, A Liang suddenly smiled, "I once had a conversation with a young man about your age. I said to him, 'Believe me, you study. You are more promising than practicing swordsmanship. 'Now I think I should also say to you, 'Believe me, you are more promising if you practice swordsmanship'.
Under the bamboo hat, A Liang's face is, She smiled so hard that her eyebrows and eyes were squeezed together, and her smile was as bright as a warm winter day.
But Chen Pingan has never seen A Liang so sad.