The old scholar pointed his toes and swept across eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers in one step. He landed at the place where Chen Ping'an had handed his sword before, and began to walk. He raised his arms, bent his fingers, and struck seemingly casually, as if knocking. When he opened the door, he didn't get any response. The old scholar put away his hand and said helplessly: "It's not polite. This kind of behavior is just like setting up a tent in someone else's house. That's all. I'll just wait."
The old scholar began to wait patiently for the sword spirit to appear. After a long wait, the old man stood there, thinking about a difficult problem, without appearing anxious.
A small ripple appeared in the air, and the tall woman grabbed Chen Pingan's shoulder with one hand and stepped out of the misty void.
The old scholar came back to his senses, and his first words were, "I give up and won't fight. Anyway, the other two swords can't be released, so it doesn't matter anymore, right?"
Sword Ling seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "Then what about your two provocations?"
The old man laughed and said, "It's only three things."
She raised her eyes and looked at Suishan Direction, "Is this the new Great God of Suishan? How long will you hold this position?"
The old scholar replied: "For six thousand years, more than three thousand years ago, you just finished singing and I came on stage. In a heap, with all its majesty lost, Suishan, the Dongyue Mountain, changed its owners among three people. At its most chaotic period, a force that was once regarded as the Demon Sect's orthodoxy was directly given to Jiuzhi Magpie's Nest. This was a real breakdown of etiquette. The situation is chaotic. Although the current Great God Suishan has been able to maintain his position for six thousand years, it is partly due to luck, but it is mostly due to his personal terrifying combat power, his fists are strong enough, and he is barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. No one is afraid of it. "
Jian Ling sneered: "Is it because the rites and music are broken down? Or is there a confrontation between good and evil within Haoran Tianxia? ?"
The old scholar sighed: "It's hard to explain in a word, so I might as well not mention it."
The tall woman put her hands behind her back, her expression even more disdainful, "The overall situation has been decided, and there will naturally be internal strife. Haha, what a great debate, a hundred schools of thought contend, it’s really lively, what’s the result? Is the world really getting better?”
The old scholar glanced at the white-clothed sword spirit and said bluntly: “ Naturally, within the Confucian orthodoxy, not everyone is a benevolent gentleman. However, my Confucian ancestors have devoted countless efforts to this end, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they have worked hard for it. Therefore, it is always true and pure, and you must not veto it with one word. "< /p>
The Sword Spirit was playful: "Does this count as the third time?"
The old scholar who was quite old and dishonest at this moment actually did not give in at all and said calmly: " If you feel something is wrong about this matter, I can tell you the truth that lasts for hundreds of years. It doesn't matter if you use a sword to tell your truth."
She looked carefully at the thin old man who was not tall. , "Have you really exhausted the luck of the saint, leaving only your soul, and treating this world as a parasite?"
The old scholar was silent for a moment, "Yes."
She put away the murderous intention that arose spontaneously, her eyes were complicated, "SoFor many years, only the two of you have done it, but I'm curious, do you respect that guy's choice? Or is it a last resort? The former may be extremely small, and it involves your Dao. I estimate that the old men in the Confucian orthodoxy will never let you succeed, even if this is not a good job. "
The old scholar said calmly: "It is only natural and right to think of others when they see the wise.
She thought for a moment, turned to look at Chen Pingan, and said with a smile: "Not only has the original intention been achieved, but it has also far exceeded expectations. For the sake of you making this choice, of course the most important thing is Or should I keep the two remaining swords for the sake of my master? If one day I suddenly dislike you again, the old and new accounts will be settled together.
The old scholar, who had always had a tense face, suddenly broke through, slapped his thigh, and said with a smile: "It's good to have something to spare, it's good to have something to spare. The common people all like this on New Year's Eve." There is a little food left in the bowl, deliberately left for next year, which is a good omen and has a good meaning. "
The old man looked like he was happily surviving the disaster.
The sword spirit didn't care about this and said coldly: "Open the door. "
The old man flicked his sleeves, strode forward first, and said loudly: "Let's go out and laugh up at the sky. "
Chen Ping'an remembered something and asked in a low voice: "Was my sword blow bad at that time? The mountain seemed to be motionless. The old man said before that my talent in sword practice depends on how many words I can receive. Although I was not willing to accept them in the first place, they were not willing to get close to me. Does this mean that my talent in sword practice is the same as in boxing? Very ordinary? "
The more Chen Ping'an talked, the sadder he became, "The old man also said that if I were holding back, even if I had the cultivation level of the tenth realm at that time, the sword would only have the effect of the seventh or eighth realm. ”
You can speak bold words with your mouth, but the difficulty in the world is that you need to take it step by step.
Chen Pingan, the mud-legged man in Mud Bottle Lane, really understands this truth.
Sword Spirit reached out and pinched the young man's cheek, and said with a smile: "You will know later. ”
Chen Ping’an blushed and hesitated to speak.
She had already had a rapport with the young man. She took the young man’s hand and slowly walked towards the door of the mountain and river scroll. He said in a voice: "Master, I know, I will definitely not be so presumptuous in front of a certain girl in the future, lest she wrongly accuse you and treat you as a wanderer who has changed her mind. "
The young man smiled brightly, feeling relieved and happy to become a close friend with her.
The tall woman suddenly turned her head and said with some resentment, "But you are not afraid of gods. Does your sister feel wronged? "
The young man thought for a while and said seriously: "I will tell you I'm sorry, but there are some things that I think should be like that. ”
Her face was full of sorrow, and she actually looked like she was about to cry.
Although Chen Pingan was a little at a loss, his eyes were firm and his lips were pursed tightly, unwilling to change because of this. Original intention.
Sword Spirit suddenly smiled heartily.She extended her thumb to the young man and praised: "Handsome!"
Chen Ping'an asked timidly: "Are you really not angry?"
She held the young man's hand and stopped. , standing at the gate, suddenly bent down and hugged the boy, with a warm smile on her face, like a guy who likes to sleep in, hiding in the warm quilt in the winter, sleeping soundly, That feeling of happiness is really indescribable. She didn't care what Chen Pingan felt, and said cheerfully: "Yeah, my little Pingan is so cute!"
The boy felt as if he had been struck by lightning, motionless, his mind went blank, nothing could be found Didn't think about it.
Fairy sister.
God is just his first feeling, but actually sister is what Chen Pingan feels in his heart.
She finally let go of Chen Ping'an, stood up straight, and turned around to look. There was an old guy who had returned to the landscape painter elusively. He turned his back to the two of them and coughed: "Don't look at anything inappropriate, don't worry. I didn't see or hear anything. I just forgot something and had to go back to retrieve it."
The tall woman was in such a good mood that she didn't bother to worry about it.
Etiquette, morality, cause and effect?
These extremely wide, extremely high and extremely far things have never restrained her.
On the avenue, there was once a man who had nothing but his sword and walked straight forward.
Whenever something blocks your way, use your sword to clear the way.
Whenever there is injustice, it can be settled with a sword.
After thousands of years of silence, she finally found someone else.
The two people are worlds apart.
But she did not feel disappointed.
If it was because I believed in Qi Jingchun at the beginning, I chose to believe in a slim chance and bet on a "what if" possibility. So now even if Qi Jingchun comes back to life and says that he was wrong and you shouldn't have chosen that boy, she won't listen to him even if he talks about great truths.
She let go of her hand and signaled Chen Pingan to go first.
The young man walked out of the door first.
The sword spirit looked at the young man's still weak shoulders and followed closely.
Everyone has a state of mind. Qi practitioners call it the alchemy room, and secular people call it the heart.
Heart Lake is just one of them.
At that time, she was standing on the young man's heart lake, looking around, it was all white and clean.
Then she saw a scene that was finally not so monotonous, and found the "truth in the heart" that the young man himself had not even realized.
It was a lonely child of four or five years old. He sat curled up on the ground with his hands clasping his knees. He was all alone. There was a pair of small straw sandals at his feet. He often sat like this in a daze.
Beside this child is a small grave without a tombstone.
Near the small tomb, there are two more "small mounds" that are smaller than the small tomb, and the situation is like a mountain peak.
Whenever the children have had enough rest, they will put on their little straw sandals and run far away to carry a hill back to the grave. It is very difficult and every timeIt can only move a short distance at a time.
When he was running to move mountains, the child had a small seal hanging around his waist and put on the small bamboo hat.
The small seal will sway with the child's footsteps.
The strange thing is that there is no mirror image of the ancestral house on Mud Bottle Lane.
Probably deep in the heart of a child, after the death of his parents, his family will be gone, so he always insists on guarding the small grave.
The child has a stubborn face and habitually frowns and purses his lips.
But occasionally, this child will smile, and it should be something truly worthy of happiness. For example, he quietly told Xiao Fengtou, his lips moved slightly, and there was no sound in his heart, but the sword was in tune with his heart. The spirit naturally knows the content of silent words.
"Mom, I met a fairy sister. When she smiles, she looks just like you."
In addition to moving mountains "home", children almost He would not leave the vicinity of the small grave. From time to time, he would walk a certain distance southward, as if holding hands with a little girl. However, every time he walked a certain distance, the child would still quietly look towards the grave, making it look like he was holding hands. Reluctant to leave.
But there is only one situation. The child will run very far away, keep raising his little head high, and look at the sky intently, as if chasing someone who is far away from him in the sky. personal.
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In the landscape painting, the old scholar looks solemn.
"If a person is better than a person, he may not have this opportunity."
The old man nodded and said: "Great kindness."
The old man was silent for a long time, and found that the whole world was beginning to Trembling slightly, he said helplessly: "You are so patient with that kid, why can't you be patient with us? Oh, by the way, you can still laugh now. If the rumors passed down by the ancient sword immortal are true, what you look like now, back then, Those big guys who were chopped half to death by you, if they saw it with their own eyes, wouldn't they have to stare out their eyes?"
The old scholar looked at the sky of this small world, as if his sight was through the sky. , suddenly laughed at himself: "Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly improve himself. What you say is really good, even if it takes tens of millions of years, it will not be wrong. No wonder our Confucian ancestors wanted to ask you for advice. It seems to make sense. , we scholars not only started speaking a little late, but we were also far from finished.”