A group of women and girls are washing clothes by the water. Where the mountains and rivers meet, the orchid buds dip into the stream, and the mountains are lush with pines and cypresses.
The woman whom Chen Pingan called Aunt Liu, together with her daughter Li Liu, spread their clothes on the bluestone slabs by the stream.
The small town at the foot of Lion Peak has four to five hundred households and a lot of people. It seems to be bordering the Lion Peak, but in fact it is separated by a thin line. It is a world of difference. There is almost no interaction. For thousands of years, everyone has I'm used to it, not to mention that the climbing road to Lion Peak is some distance away from the town. No matter how naughty the playful children are, they will at most stop at the mountain gate. Anyone who dares to offend the immortal Qing Xiu on the mountain will be punished afterwards. She was carried home by the elders, pressed on a bench, and spanked until her butt was so wet that she started crying.
Those who can be familiar with everyone in a small town are either those whose families work in the county government office, who make a lot of money outside, and return to their hometown to build a big house, or who are the younger ones in the family who have the talent to read. They are either pretty widows with a lot of trouble in front of the door, or Aunt Liu who opens a shop to welcome people to do business. Those who are unforgiving in the city and countryside are often not spared by others. They all got to know the aunt named Liu. The women in this town always liked to laugh at the woman named Liu. She often said that her son was a kid who studied in a big academy. No one believed it, even the woman. I don’t want to believe whether I have given birth to a son with a child or not. It doesn’t matter if my daughter is good-looking. It’s not the water thrown away by the married daughter. Otherwise, I already have such a beautiful daughter. There is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave. It is said that I went to Shizifeng Mountain. Go up and work as a maid for some old god. If she has a son who is promising for fame, how can they survive if all the great benefits are taken by her alone? Can you feel happy now?
Recently, a very kind-looking young man came to the cloth shop. He helped the shop carry water several times, and he was polite and considerate. He looked like a scholar, with a lot of strength, and he also helped some people. The old woman was fetching water and still recognized people. After greeting and chatting once today, she could greet people warmly the next day. When I first arrived in town, I picked out a lot of gifts for the door. I heard that he was a distant relative of Li Mugeda, but the women didn't think it looked like it at first glance. He was probably the lover of Li Liu's daughter. Some women from relatively well-off families even went to the shop to see it with their own eyes. Well, okay? As a result, not only did they not find fault with their children, but everyone spent a lot of money there, bought a lot of fabrics and went home, and said a few more words about prodigal wives to the men in the family.
If the young man is smooth-talking and only cares about helping the shop to make dirty money, then that’s it. They can join forces and poke Mrs. Liu’s spine in the back to find such a money-losing person. The son-in-law was not allowed to appear on the stage, so he insulted the woman and the shop in person. However, after the women complained a few words to their men, they turned around and touched the fabric by themselves. The price was not cheap, but it was really not a scam. People, they are all used to dealing with daily necessities, rice, oil and salt. How can we not tell the difference between good and bad? The young man helped them choose cotton and satin, and never let them choose expensive ones on purpose. If they really had a good eye, they would pick expensive ones but it would not be a benefit, and the younger generation would stop them from spending money., those young people are very discerning, and they sell cloth based on their figures, clothes, and hairpins. Women with daughters in their families saw it and thought it was good. They really made their mother look several years younger. , the price is fair, and after shopping around, the shop clearly sold it at a discount.
So the women didn’t think that Madam Liu had found a good son-in-law who was too high up to reach. After all, the clothes were not bright, and he didn’t talk to people like those rich and scholarly people. When chatting and talking, always look at people with straight eyes. If you look wrongly, you will be more evil. This superficial truth is what most people in the market care about.
So the son-in-law chosen by the Li family shop will not be so good that it will make the neighbors jealous, but they have to admit that such a young man is not a bad person and can live a long life.
Other people’s sons-in-law are not very good, but they are not bad either, so the women feel a little different in their hearts.
Li Liu listened to her mother, who was in a comfortable mood, chatting with others, and thought about these things while tinkering with her clothes, starting from small things to big ones. Small things happen in shops and small towns, and big things happen in more than just a vast world.
She landed in Lizhu Cave in this life. It was a careful arrangement by the Yang Family Shop. She knew that this time, it would be different, otherwise she would not be so close to the Yang Family Shop. In fact The same goes for above. Back then, she followed her father Li Er to the shop. Li Er was working as a handyman in the front. She went to the backyard. For the first time, Old Man Yang said some serious words to her, saying that if she continued to practice according to the previous method, He changed his identity again and again, quickly climbed the mountain, and only circled on the top of the mountain. After ten more lifetimes and another thousand years, he would still be a dabbler who couldn't even be regarded as a human being. He would still be stuck at the bottleneck of the Immortal Realm. To say the least, So what if I have achieved the Ascension Realm in this life? How big can a fist be? Taking a step back, there are so many saints in the Confucian Academy, do they really give you Li Liu a chance to show off your skills? After struggling to death once, he died again. Such a cycle of life and death is of little significance. It can only mean that every time you die, you will accumulate a lot of merit, or if you break the rules, you will be booked by the Confucian Temple.
Li Liu did not show much publicity during those years in Lizhu Cave, and her impression on the neighbors in the west of the town was that she was more beautiful, her appearance was like her mother's, but her temperament was like Li Er's, she was diligent with her hands and feet, and she was not very talkative. There seems to be nothing worth talking about anymore. There are no particularly good friends of the same age, and there is nothing that the elders can criticize.
Li Liu often went to pick up Li Huai from school, but he never spoke to Mr. Qi.
When Mr. Qi was lecturing, he would glance at the girl outside the school, or at most he would smile and nod lightly.
It seems that he is just treated with courtesy, or is he regarded as a human being?
Li Liu has seen many strange things in the world, and because of her low status, she has long been accustomed to ignoring the world. She didn’t think much about it at first, and just regarded the Academy Mountain Master as an ordinary person sitting in the small world. Confucian saint.
Li Liu once asked Yang’s shop, this person is alwaysOld man Yang didn't give an answer whether the teacher, who could only tell the truth from the book to the children in the countryside, knew his own origin.
The only time Mr. Qi spoke to her was when he came to the house to drink with his father Li Er.
When she brought several plates of poor wine and food to the table, Mr. Qi smiled and said something to her, "Li Liu, we were born between heaven and earth. In fact, there is not much difference. We are just the same person." It seems that we will never have the chance to return to our hometown to study far away. What ultimately determines who we are is not the decaying skin. It will only be what we think. It is not even about what we want or how far we want to go. It is just ' The knowledge and effort in the word "how", life is short, and there will be no power to help me move forward. When the time comes, I will look back and see that the route I came from is just a step by step, a something. "
Then Mr. Qi gently picked up the big white bowl filled with home-brewed bad wine and said, "I want to respect you because we are here. With this big world, I, Qi Jingchun, can drink here."
Mr. Qi drank it all in one gulp.
Li Liu didn’t say anything, but just drank a bowl too.
In the room at that time, the woman was snoring like thunder, and the child named Li Huai was talking softly in his sleep. Maybe he was dreaming and still worried. He was busy playing today and missed his homework. He will arrive tomorrow morning. What kind of excuse should the school find to get away with the strict teacher?
Walking back to the shop with her mother, Li Liu held a bamboo basket, and a man from the market whistled on the road.
The woman was thinking about why Li Huai, a heartless person, hadn’t sent a letter back for so long. Did she forget about her mother when she was running wild outside? She was just worried about Li Huai being outside alone. Not having enough food and clothing, being bullied by others, people outside can't just quarrel and argue. What should Li Huai do if he suffers a loss and there is no one around him to support him?
Li Liu comforted his mother with words, and the woman turned around and said that she was the most heartless. Li Huai was far away from home, so he couldn't respect his parents. You are my sister. It would be better to just enjoy the happiness alone in the mountains while my parents work as cows and horses at the foot of the mountains.
Li Liu was a little helpless. It seemed that Chen Pingan was better at this kind of thing. A few words could make people feel at ease.
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On the mirror of Lion Peak Cave.
Li Er did not rush to let Chen Pingan punch today, but instead talked about boxing theory for the first time.
Li Er got straight to the point: "We who practice martial arts, in the final analysis, what we cultivate in martial arts is the strength to defeat the enemy and fight. Children in the market probably hope to hit the wall with one punch. Cracking bricks can kill people, it’s just a matter of nature, so I, Li Er, have never believed in the goodness of human nature. It’s just that Confucian discipline is good and people believe it. I always feel that it’s just a matter of being a good person who can’t tell how good he is. It is a matter of whether or not to do a good deed and not to talk about it. Therefore, when evil people do evil and many warriors use their power to bully others, they probably know that they are doing something wrong. "
Li LiErchao Chen Ping'an grinned, "Don't think I don't study. I am just a vulgar wild man who competes with the crops all day long. I still have a few principles. It's just that people who practice martial arts are often taciturn, and they are good at calling cats in the countryside. I am often not good at catching mice. My junior brother Zheng Dafeng is not good at this matter. He behaves like a bitch all the time. There is nothing he can do. As long as a person is smart, he can't help but think and talk too much. It seems that Zheng Dafeng is not good at it, but he is actually very knowledgeable. Unfortunately, it is too complicated and not pure enough. His fists are stained with mud and cannot get up quickly."
"It is rare to teach boxing, so I will talk to you Chen Ping'an today. Just this time."
Li Er looked at Chen Ping'an who was standing not far away. Li Er raised his toes and gently rubbed the ground, "You and I stand in two places, you face me. Li Er, even if I am fighting a tenth-level martial artist with six levels, I still have to be invincible. The huge difference in levels does not mean that I cannot lose, but that I am facing a strong opponent. Before the body and fist are moved, the mind will be confused. To lose before fighting is to seek death."
Li Er didn't seem to have made any move.
Chen Pingan immediately slid out a few feet away.
The water flowing around the huge mirror appeared to be stagnant for a fleeting moment, and there were even signs of flowing backwards.
This is the result of Li Erquan's intention.
"Having the will to win and survive does not mean that one should be a reckless man who does not know the importance of things. If the body retreats and the fists are strong, it does not count as giving in half a step."
Li Er He nodded and continued: "A common man in the market, if he is exposed to the sword a lot, he is naturally not afraid of sticks, so he is a pure martial artist.
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The road, Seek out more peers to compete in martial arts, or go to the battlefield to fight against a hundred enemies with swords, guns, swords and halberds. In addition to people, there are many weapons added to your body. What you practice is to see all around with one eye and listen with one ear. In order to find the courage to fight, no matter who you are, you can still punch." Li Er smiled and said, "Before you learn true kung fu, you have to endure hardships first. You need to keep your body strong and your bones strong, so you don’t have to be afraid when there is a gap in strength. But if you learn a martial art and become addicted to it, you will suffer from it one day.”
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "You can't punch high enough."
Chen Pingan quickly added, "Don't punch easily."
Li Er then stopped his hand, otherwise Chen Ping'an only has one saying: "You can't punch high enough", but in order to receive a strong punch, you should at least start with the tenth level of Qi.
Practice boxing and martial arts, it’s a hard work, it’s not ridiculous if you just want to be able to not punch without punching.
Li Er stood there, breathing as usual, stretched out his left arm, patted his left wrist, forearm, joints and muscles with his right hand, and said slowly: "Human bones and muscles are like dragon veins and mountain roots. The muscles everywhere are like mountains and peaks. They are torturing the muscles and bones, tempering the body, and working out every detail. One of the countless details is polished to the extreme, and then accumulated without conflict. With one punch, the city gate will not be broken. It must be opened, and the mountain must be broken even if it is not broken!”
Li Er retracted his right hand and suddenly raised his arm with his left hand.
The strong wind was strong, making Chen Ping'an's green shirt make a hunting sound.
The water flowing around the mirror is flowing backwards.
Li Er said this, and Chen Pingan listened best. This is similar to the idea of a Qi practitioner opening up as many mansions as possible to accumulate spiritual energy.
What I want is a seemingly equal fight between people in the same situation, but I am able to defeat the few with more, and defeat ten groups with one force.
Li Er slowly opened a boxing frame.
In the end, the boxing frame became a fixed form. Li Er said: "The feet, hands, eyes, frame, strength, energy, and mind are integrated inside and outside. This is what qi practitioners call a self-contained small world. We all A martial artist, with a breath of pure Qi, is an iron cavalry, opening up territories, while a Qi practitioner is one who pursues the goal of defending the territory and arranging troops in huge cities and towns. Of course, these are what Zheng Dafeng said. I can't think of these fancy words."
Li Er lightly stomped his feet, "If your legs are weak, you are just trying to hit the wall. In the beginning of martial arts, if you make a wrong move, you are just trying to draw a talisman. The state of 'full of spirit and perfection'"
Li Er stretched out his fingers, gently bent them, and pointed at his eyes, "To practice martial arts and enter the palace, you must have a perfect pair of eyes. Ming, you know the enemy is in your heart, and you can see the punch in your eyes."
In an instant, Chen Ping'an was punched in the chest with both fists, and flew backwards. His body was spinning in the air, with both hands grabbing the ground and five fingers. Like a hook, two strings of sparks bloomed on the mirror. Only then did Chen Pingan stop his retreat and did not fall into the water.
Li Er stood where Chen Pingan had stood before and said: "My punch was neither heavy nor fast, but you still couldn't block it. Why? Because both the eyes and the heart are not trained enough." , facing a strong enemy, on the line between life and death, many instincts can not only save lives, but also cause trouble. Just after I made this move, you, Chen Pingan, subconsciously looked at my fingers and eyes. This is human instinct, even if you, Chen Pingan, are strong enough. Be careful, it's still too late, but this is a martial artist's life and death decision. Fighting with others is not a tour of the mountains and rivers, and it will not give you the opportunity to think carefully. Taking it a step further, it is also a martial arts practice that has not yet arrived. Serious illness."
When Li Er said this, he asked: "Chen Pingan, do you think you are careful enough at all times?"
Chen Pingan? Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his palm, he nodded.
Li Er said: "This is the flaw in your boxing intention. You always feel that this skill is enough, but on the contrary, it is far from enough. You should not be very clear now about the eight realms in the world, When warriors in the Nine Realms fight for their lives, they often die in the way they are best at. Why? They are more cautious when it comes to their shortcomings, and when they hit their strengths, they are inevitably complacent and unaware of it."
Li Er then put on a boxing stance and raised his hand with the fist.
It turned out to be the school dragon that Chen Pingan was very familiar with, and the god-man drumming style that he was best at.
Li Er said: "The proverb in martial arts is that three heads and six arms are magical powers. It is not a joke in the market. There are thousands of fists in the world.There are different types of boxing frames, punches, piles, and moves. The frame is the foundation, the piles are the foundation, and the moves are the appearance. When the three are combined, there are different types of boxing, and there are countless boxing records in the world. You have been through a lot of arenas, and you should know that this is the reason why people in the market like to call ordinary people in arenas martial arts style. ”
Li Er’s body stretched out, and he casually handed out a punch in the God’s Drum Beating Style. It was also the God’s Drum Beating Style, and he used it on Li Er’s hand. It seemed gentle, but full of energy and fell. In Chen Ping'an's eyes, it was completely different from what he punched out.
Li Er punched out again in the God-man-beating-drums style, and it had a very different punching intention, as fast as thunder, and suddenly. He stopped punching and said with a smile: "When a martial artist faces an enemy, as long as the level is not too different, the boxing techniques are different, and there are thousands of moves, there are thousands of possibilities for victory or defeat. It's just that once it's reduced to a martial arts style, it's just a fancy fist and a kick. It's just a good-looking fight. Is the boxing afraid of young people? Beat the master to death with random punches? The old master didn't show off his martial arts skills, he just yelled and shouted for a long time, and then he was completely dead. ”
Chen Pingan’s head suddenly tilted.
Li Er was already standing in front of him, and he punched Chen Pingan on the side of Chen Pingan’s cheek.
Li Er smiled and said: "You will understand after being taught, and you will do it after you understand it. It is very good. "
This is still an "unpleasant" but powerful punch. If Chen Ping'an can't dodge, then that's the end of today's punching, and it's time for Li Er to support Hao and return.
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Li Er put away his fist. Although Chen Ping'an dodged the punch that should have landed firmly on his forehead, a bloody groove was cut on his face by the strong wind, causing him to bleed.
Li Er said: "You are good at stealing punches. I have been helping you with punches for so long. Come and learn my boxing skills and give it a try. ”
Chen Pingan nodded and imitated Li Er’s punch.
Li Er stood aside and walked away with Chen Pingan’s punch, pointing out some flaws in the boxing frame. In the middle of the process, he lightly kicked Chen Pingan's calf, then put his fingers together and bent them, and lightly tapped Chen Pingan's wrist, elbow and shoulder. Finally, he said: "Don't imitate the boxing skills. Everyone's physique is different." There is a lot, just the height difference between you and me. Although you deliberately turned your fist into your own and made some changes, it still makes a lot of difference. Death power is not expensive, and the law of fist intention is the highest. It is higher than a movable character. The fist is alive, which is equivalent to the second life of us pure martial artists. It is better than the Yang Shen body of the Qi practitioner, who can travel far away from the body. The Yinshen is more important. "
Chen Pingan closed his eyes, and after a moment, punched again.
"The direction is right. ”
Li Er nodded, “Practicing boxing is not cultivating Taoism. No matter how high your realm is, if you don’t start with the details, then your muscles and bones will rot, your energy and blood will decline, and your spirit will be weak. These are the things that should happen. You can't run away. Practicing martial arts in the Yamashita martial arts style will hurt your body, especially foreign boxing. It's just a matter of exchanging life for strength. If you don't understand the magic of boxing, you are seeking your own death. A pure martial artist can only rely on his fists to feed his life, but the reason for this thing is unclear. ”
Having said this, Li Er sat cross-legged and stretched out his hand to invite Chen Pingan to sit down together.
Li ErAfter being silent for a long time, I seemed to be recalling some past events. It was rare that I had some emotion. "Beyond realism, there is something beyond imagination." This is what Zheng Dafeng said after learning boxing. I repeated it over and over again. I didn't think much about it, so I remembered it. Come on, listen and see if it helps. Zheng Dafeng and I have different ways of learning boxing. There is actually no superiority in boxing between the two. If you have a chance, you can chat with him when you go back to Luopo Mountain. Zheng Dafeng only seems to have lower boxing skills than me. His boxing skills are not as good as mine. When Zheng Dafeng first learned boxing, he always complained about his master's favoritism. He always thought that the master helped us two brothers choose the method of learning boxing because he deliberately wanted Zheng Dafeng to be slower one step at a time and slower step by step. Later, he actually figured it out on his own. It's just that he doesn't admit it. So I'm quite annoyed by his bad mouth. He's a gatekeeper all day long, but he doesn't have a gatekeeper, so when we compete with each other, I beat him a lot. ”
Li Er clenched his hands into fists and leaned forward slightly. Just such a habitual movement gave him the majestic appearance of his back arching like a mountain.
It was all about fists.
Li Er said slowly: "I have achieved some success in practicing boxing. When I am sleeping soundly, my boxing intention flows slowly through my body. When I encounter an enemy, I wake up first, as if there is a god protecting the boxing practitioner." This is true even when sleeping, let alone when awake, so what kind of magic weapon does a martial arts practitioner need? This is the same reason as sword cultivators do not need other things to attack.
Li Er smiled, punched the mirror lightly, then released his fist into his palm, then made a hollow fist, and said: "The sky above your head is holding your feet on the ground, and your fist is closed like you are holding a baby. This It's just a combination of hardness and softness, blindly pursuing a certain extreme, and it has never been the true principle of boxing. Over time, the longer you practice boxing, the more you can connect the momentum and move it freely. Why do I think Cui Cheng’s drum-beating style is a good punch? Can it even be considered one of the best boxing techniques in the world? Because it looks fierce, but the real meaning of "people punch" is not that people follow the punch. ”
Chen Pingan is a little confused and curious, but it’s just a question in his mind that is not suitable to ask.
Because Chen Pingan wants to know, in Li Er’s eyes, Er Luoshan’s Senior Lou Cui, what a pure martial artist he was.
When we talked about the drumming style of the God, we naturally had to talk about the old man. Li Er looked into the distance and said, "Senior Cui Cheng is. Strange man, he taught you boxing, it can be said to be true. It is not just a matter of feeding and teaching boxing. It seems that Cui Cheng only taught you the most powerful and powerful boxing skills, but in fact, he and Chen Ping'an have not even the slightest bit of hard-hearted and flowing character, they complement each other. This is the style of a first-class master. I, Li Er, can't do it. "
At this point, Li Er shook his head and repeated: "I definitely can't do it. ”
Chen Pingan sighed.
Let’s just talk about torture. Back then, on the second floor of the Bamboo Tower, even Chen Pingan, who was not afraid of pain, had to be obedient on the first floor. Lying on the wooden bed, he rolled up the quilt and secretly cried once.
Li Er said: "So if you want to learn boxing, you can only let Cui Cheng teach you the basics of boxing first, and I, Li Er, will help you with the martial arts." , this is the right way. Let me teach you first. When Cui Cheng comes back, he will farm with only ten kilograms of energy and only get seven or eight kilograms of farmland.Harvest. Not very interesting, not promising. ”
Chen Pingan has a new problem.
Why didn’t Li Er compete with Cui Cheng in boxing?
Li Er left Li Zhudongtian Finally,
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During this period, they went back to Longquan County.
But the two of them are also at the forefront of martial arts in the world. The top ten warriors did not fight.
It’s a pity that Li Er didn’t talk about this.
Li Er patted his knees, stood up and said with a smile: “That’s about it. I have said more words today than I have in all the years since I arrived in Luzhou, Beiju. Then I will only use the strength of a ninth-level martial artist to ask you for advice on the Mountain Shaking Fist. Don’t worry, it won’t be mixed with Ten Realm fists. But I advise you not to be too happy. These nine realms are very strong. Over at the shop, your Aunt Liu wants to keep you here for a little longer, but I can't agree to it. Isn't it going to delay your journey? But since you asked for it, and the beating lasted for three or two months, and you could only slowly recuperate, making it difficult to walk, Chen Ping'an can't blame anyone else. "
Chen Pingan was stunned.
Is this okay?
The result was a punch.
Even if Chen Pingan already knew that something was wrong, , tried to block with his arms, but the punch still rolled all the way, fell off the mirror and fell into the water. Instead of teaching Pei Qian boxing, he put on a Confucian shirt instead of going barefoot. He also wore boots that Chen Ruchu had prepared for the old man. He walked out of the second floor and stood on the first floor with his hands behind his back. The words on the wall of the bamboo building were written by Li Xisheng in his early years. The calligraphy is very good. As the old head of the Cui family in Aquarius Island, Cui Cheng's grandson Cui Cheng's early knowledge was all laid down by the old man. Of course he knows the world. The quality of the article depends on the quality of the words.
The words "Zhulou" are very meaningful, otherwise they would not be able to sink the entire Luolu Mountain.
Otherwise he would not be able to sink. I can't stop being the poor lunatic who has been crazy for nearly a hundred years on Luolu Mountain, and I can even maintain a clear mind.
Pei Qian has already gone to play, and is followed by the little follower Zhou Mili. I want to go to Qilong Lane to see if the business has lost money without her Pei Qian. I also need to look through the account books carefully to prevent Shi Rou, the registered shopkeeper, from doing business for personal gain.
The old man didn't stop him, what a big kid. , there is no liveliness and vitality, is it possible that he will follow their old ways and remain lifeless all day long?
Cui Cheng opened the bamboo door on the first floor, and there was a study room and a wooden bed inside. /p>
It was kept clean and spotless by that girl Chen Ruchu
After Cui Cheng left the house, he walked to Linlu Academy in Piyun Mountain and sat on the cliff when he came back. Beside the stone table, Chen Ruchu did not follow Pei Qian down the mountain. There were many things going on on the mountain, so she was on time and had so many busy things to do. When she saw Mr. Cui leaving the bamboo building, Chen Ruchu hurriedly went to pick up a large bottle of red paint. The food box came over and the wine bottles and dishes were placed one by one. Cui Cheng smiled and asked why there were no melon seeds.The girl in the pink skirt smiled shyly, took out several handfuls of melon seeds from her pocket and placed them on the table.
Chen Lingjun still likes to wander around alone. Today he saw the old man sitting on a stone bench drinking alone. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and realized that he was right.
Chen Lingjun didn't dare to get close to this old man. He was the kind of person who could kill him with one punch in Longquan County.
I never expected Cui Cheng to wave, "Come and sit."
Chen Lingjun said with a bitter face, "Old senior, if I don't go over, will I have to beat him up?"
< p>Cui Cheng nodded.Chen Lingjun immediately rushed over. A man is capable of bending and stretching. Otherwise, how could he survive to this day in Longquan County? How could he rely on his cultivation?
Cui Cheng smiled and said: "It's fun to lose money on purpose every once in a while."
Chen Lingjun blinked, "What?"
Cui Cheng saw that he was pretending to be stupid and said nothing more. He asked casually: "Chen Ping'an didn't persuade you to draw a clear line with your brother Yujiang Water God?"
Chen Lingjun shook his head, He gently raised his sleeves and wiped the tabletop, which was cleaner than the mirror, "He is a worse person than me. He wastes money on nonsense and will not talk about me like that. He also helps me make my face look fat."
Cui Cheng said: "Chen Pingan's trip to Beiju Luzhou this time is partly for you. Traveling thousands of miles along Jidu is not an easy task."
Chen Lingjun remained silent.
Cui Cheng picked up a spare wine glass, poured the wine and handed it to the boy in green sitting opposite.
Chen Lingjun said tremblingly: "Old senior, aren't you punished by the bar? I work hard every day in Luolu Mountain, and I really haven't done anything bad."
Cui Chengxiao Said: "Drink yours."
Chen Lingjun took the glass and took a pitiful sip of the wine.
Cui Cheng asked: "Chen Ping'an treats you like this, can you treat others half the way in the future?"
Chen Lingjun whispered: "Maybe?"
< p>Cui Cheng smiled and said: "That's enough."Now it was Chen Lingjun's turn to wonder, "Is that enough?"
Cui Cheng smiled. say.
Chen Lingjun muttered: "You are not Chen Ping'an, so you won't be right when you say something."
Cui Cheng joked: "Make a bet?"
Chen Lingjun wailed, "I really don't have much spare money! I only have a few untouchable wife's books. Not even a copper coin can touch this little family. It's really impossible to touch it!"
Cui Cheng said : "Have you ever wondered why you pretend to be afraid of me, but in fact you are not that afraid of me? If you really have people and things that you can't handle, you might even dare to ask me for help?"
Chen Lingjun lowered his head, made a fist with one hand, swirled around the wine glass, and said softly: "Because of my good man."
Cui Cheng asked again, "Then have you ever thought about why Chen Pingan is so willing? Leaving you on the mountain of desolation, treating you with no comparisonOthers are just a little bit worse. "
Chen Lingjun said dullly: "He is a good person. "
Cui Cheng smiled and said: "Because you are not bad in his eyes, Chen Ping'an. "
Chen Lingjun whispered: "Fart. ”
Cui Cheng: “What?”
Chen Lingjun immediately raised his head, holding the cup in both hands, and said with a bright smile: "Old man, one of us brothers can go?" ”
In the end, Chen Lingjun froze over there.
We two brothers?
Aren’t we looking for death?
Oh, I am so weak. He was so angry that he always wanted to make fun of others, but he still wanted to kill him.
Chen Lingjun didn’t even expect that Cui Cheng was not angry, but instead raised his glass and said with a smile: “Then let’s go. "
After drinking, Chen Lingjun was still restless.
Cui Cheng did not spend much time with this little bastard, "Chen Pingan is not very good at saying polite words to people close to him. So you can think more about whether you are underestimating yourself too much. There are always things about you that even Chen Ping'an thinks he can't do. "
Chen Lingjun nodded vigorously, stood up, bowed respectfully to say goodbye, left slowly, then suddenly ran wildly, but after running far away, he couldn't help but stop and turn around to look.
It seems that Old Man Cui is a bit strange today.
Cui Cheng was drinking alone.
When he was young, he only felt that his heart was sharp and sharp. , undamaged forever
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After practicing boxing again
Chen Pingan was covered in blood, but he could still sit still. After being able to wash his face with water,
Li Er sat aside.
Chen Pingan took out two pots of glutinous rice wine and chatted casually with Li Er. /p>
Because Li Er said there was no need to drink the Xianjia wine.
It was just chatting, but it was actually Chen Pingan who was chatting about the past alone.
Unconsciously. From Luzhou in Beiju, we talked about Tongyezhou, and then about Baopingzhou and his hometown.
Chen Pingan said with a smile: "I remember the first time I went to Fulu Street and Taoye Lane to deliver letters to earn copper coins. , I am used to walking on the dirt roads of Mud Bottle Lane and Long Kiln. The first time I stepped on that kind of bluestone, I was afraid that my straw sandals would get dirty, and I almost didn’t know how to lift my feet to walk. Later, I sent Baoping and Li Huai to the Sui Dynasty. They were guests at the home of an old servant in Huang Tingguo. It's a bit hard to keep your eyes from darting around. "
"There was a dinner party at Shujian Lake, which was hosted by Gu Can. On the table were the fugitive prince of Tianhuang noble family, the son of the general, and the disciples of the immortal master. If you don't mention the love for Gu Can, Disappointed, looking at the little slug that copes easily and naturally, in fact, deep down, I am still a little happy. This is what Master Huolong said about my selfishness. At that time, I felt that the little slug on the tail of Mud Bottle Alley was gone without him. Chen Pingan seems to be able to live well. In Shujian Lake, there was only that one time when I wanted to leave the most, no matter what.once, but not what happened later. ”
“A lot of things are actually not suitable for me. It doesn’t matter if you like it or not, you can only adapt to it. "
"What are the rivers and lakes, and what are the gods? "
"I opened my eyes wide and looked hard at all the strange people and things. There are many people who didn’t understand it at first, and some people who understood it later still didn’t accept it. "
Li Er asked: "Does it feel uncomfortable? "
Chen Pingan shook his head, "I just feel a little unhappy. But sometimes I also think that there are more than just uncomfortable things along the way. Besides, I have seen with my own eyes that there are so many people in the world who have suffered more than me, but they still cannot live a better life, and they still live as if the suffering has no end, who can I ask to reason? It's not like you just have to endure it. One day is one day at a time. If you can't get through it, it's like many people in the alleys in your hometown who get a serious illness. They just grab some medicine, cook a few bowls of medicine, and then die. Relatives at home understand, and the person lying in bed suffering from the disaster understands even better. It’s not that I’m not sad, it’s that I really can’t say anything. "
"If one day, I must leave this world, I must be remembered by others. They may be sad, but they must not just be sad. When they are no longer so sad and live their own lives, they can occasionally think about it. They once knew a person named Chen Pingan, and some things between heaven and earth, No matter it is a big or small matter, only Chen Pingan can do it and get it done. ”
Finally, Chen Ping’an drank wine, looked into the distance, and said with a smile: “The thought of eating a plate of stir-fried pork with winter bamboo shoots every winter is a very happy thing. It’s like putting down your chopsticks. Winter passes and spring comes. ”
Li Er turned his head and looked at the young man.
It seems familiar.
(End of this chapter)