Chapter 589 The child in the corner

She sighed, "Why do you have to live for others."

Cui Cheng's influence on Chen Ping'an through martial arts training was unimaginable.

Obviously half of what he said just now is that Chen Ping'an was making many promises to the deceased Cui Cheng. Even though they were separated from each other in life and death, they still echoed from afar.

Chen Pingan shook his head, "That's not the case. I have been living for myself. It's just that when I walk on the road, there will be worries. I have to let some respected people live in my heart for a long time. I can't remember it in the world. Come on, let me remember it. If there is a chance, I will let people remember it again."

She fell into deep thought and remembered some extremely distant past events.

After Chen Pingan walked for a while, he turned around and walked again.

She also followed the path back again.

This is what Chen Ping'an pursues, lest the Sword Spirit's travel range in the long river of time is too large and something unexpected happens.

There are too many accidents in the world, and there is nothing we can do to stop them. They will come as they come.

But at least on my side, Chen Ping'an, I won't have too many complications due to my own negligence.

The person who knows me best, Mr. Qi, died because of me.

They were sitting on top of the city, just like before, both sides were sitting on the golden arch bridge.

Chen Pingan asked: "Are you leaving?"

She said: "You don't have to leave, but the old scholar who is waiting hard at Daixuan Mountain may have to go to the Confucian Temple I apologize."

Chen Ping'an said: "It's nothing to say goodbye for a short time, but you must never leave without coming back. I may still be able to bear it, but it will be uncomfortable in the end, and I can't say anything if I feel uncomfortable. , It can only be more uncomfortable."

She said with a smile: "My master and I will live and die together for eternity."

Chen Pingan turned around and stretched out his palm.

She raised her hand, not to give a high five, but to hold Chen Pingan's hand and shake it gently, "This is the second agreement."

Chen Pingan smiled. She nodded and said, "I will do whatever I say."

She retracted her hand, patted her knees gently with both hands, looked at the barren and barren world, and sneered: "It seems there are a few old people Immortal old friend."

Chen Pingan said: "Then I will be more careful."

She said: "If I show up, these sneaky ancient beings will not dare. The most I can do by killing you is to cut off the Bridge of Immortality and start over, forcing the master and me to walk on the same old path."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "No matter what I think about it in the future, or not. If you change your mind, just say now, I won’t leave until you die.”

She smiled and said, “I know.”

Chen Ping’an suddenly asked with a smile: “You know I’m the best. What is the place?"

She thought for a moment, "Dare to make a choice"

Just like when he handed Suishan a sword in the old scholar's painting of mountains and rivers. , Chen Pingan made a choice between her and Ning Yao.

If you are wrong, there will actually be nothing to do next.

A person who flatters the so-called strong and powerful is not worthy to draw a sword to heaven and earth on her behalf.

After thousands of years on earth, how many people will have weak knees and bent spines? countless. These people should really take a look at how the sages of the human race ten thousand years ago endured hardships, overcame thorns, climbed high with swords, and just wanted to die to clear the way for future generations.

But in the end, after this group of people died generously, the glory of humanity, which was very different from divinity, began to change, or was covered up. The puppet ants created by the gods back then, The reason why they are ants is that they have innate disadvantages. It is not just as simple as the short lifespan of human beings. Because of this, they were initially regarded by the gods high in the sky as ants under their feet that would never move for ten thousand years. They could only serve for so many people. The gods provide a steady stream of incense and take it away, but other than that, life is no different. At that time, a golden-bodied god overlooking the earth actually had some existence. He was aware of the changes in the world. He just relied on the incense of the world to condense and temper the golden body. It involved the foundation of the immortality of the gods, and the benefits were unimaginable. It was simply taken. It is an inexhaustible source, so some gods turn a blind eye, while others don't take it seriously. They don't even realize how much effort it takes to crush a group of ants.

But the final outcome has evolved to this point, and of course there are also accidental inevitabilities. For example, the battle between fire and water.

The biggest exception, of course, is that her previous master and the other gods were willing to treat a small group of people as true fellow-believers.

That was the beginning of swordsmanship and all methods in the world.

Chen Pingan shook his head and said softly: "My heart is free."

Then Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I have never said this to anyone before, because I have never thought about it. I've thought about it."

She murmured and repeated those four words.

"My heart is free."

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Chen Pingan was thrown back into the city by the boss Sword Immortal again, and Nalan Yexing had already appeared at the door , the two walked into Ning Mansion together, Nalan Yexing asked softly: "Did the boss Sword Immortal pull him over?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said nothing more.

In fact, Nalan Yexing was not worried at all. Now that he learned that it was the boss Sword Immortal who did it, he felt even more relieved.

However, Chen Ping'an said from his heart: "Grandpa Nalan, tell Aunt Bai that you have something to discuss, just over there at Mustard Seed Little World."

Nalan's night-walking expression Solemnly, "Discussing with the lady?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Together."

The four of them gathered in the martial arts arena.

Chen Ping'an briefly talked about the sword spirit. He only talked about the current situation and did not involve more details.

The two old men, Nalan Yexing and Bai Lianshuang, looked at each other as if listening to heavenly scriptures.

The true spirit born from the fairy sword?

Is it one of the four legendary swords? It was the most lethal one thousands of years ago? We are both old friends with the boss swordsman Chen Qing.Meet old friends?

Ning Yao was okay and looked as usual.

Then the mustard world in the martial arts arena rippled, and a tall woman in snow-white clothes walked out, stood next to Chen Pingan, looked around, and finally looked at Ning Yao.

Ning Yao raised his eyebrows.

Sword Spirit smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will leave soon."

Ning Yao said: "So what if you don't leave?"

Sword Ling stared at Ning Yao's eyebrows and said with a smile: "It's interesting, he is worthy of my master."

Chen Ping'an knew it was going to be bad, but as expected, Ning Yao sneered: "No, then I don't deserve it." Do you deserve it? Do you have the final say?”

Nalan Yexing’s forehead was covered with sweat.

Bai Lianshuang's body was even more tense and extremely nervous.

Sword Spirit smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, that's enough."

Ning Yao chuckled.

Chen Ping'an looks at his eyes, his nose and his heart, and all his eighteen martial arts skills are useless. It would be a mistake to say any more words at this moment.

The sword spirit yawned and said, "Let's go."

The already ethereal figure gradually dissipated. Finally, under the escort of Chen Qingdu, the sky of the Sword Qi Great Wall was broken, and when they arrived at Haoran Tianxia, ​​there were still old scholars who helped cover up the traces and went to Aquarius Continent together.

On the long journey, the old scholar asked with a smile: "How is it?"

Sword Spirit said: "She is not a very beautiful woman."

The old scholar rubbed his hands gently, and said with an embarrassed look: "What's the point of talking about this?"

Sword Spirit said, "You said Chen Qingdu, we have not seen each other for thousands of years, and the two sides are reminiscing about the past, and they have a good time. Very good."

The old scholar frowned, feeling that this was not the right time and he should not ask more questions.

Sword Spirit lowered his head and glanced at the overhanging mountain, and said casually: "Chen Qingdu promised to let one more person go, totaling three people. You have an explanation at the Confucian Temple."

Sword Spirit said: " I can make Chen Qingdu not let anyone go, but this time, is my face worth four people?"

The old scholar Dayi Lingran said: "How can I let the seniors do it again? Let’s take a trip to the Great Wall of Sword Qi! There are only three of us, and Chen Qing is not very kind. I, a scholar with a strong aura, still have to be polite and honest.”

Jian Ling bowed his head again. It's that one

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The old scholar glanced at Jiaolonggou and said angrily: "There are only some small fish and shrimps left. I see Forget it."

Between Daixuan Mountain, Jiaolonggou and Aquarius Island, the white rainbow and blue smoke flashed away, thousands of miles away in an instant.

Not to mention the swordsman wielding the sword, even the flying sword that sent messages across continents could not achieve such an astonishing speed.

Sword Spirit raised one hand and moved his fingers slightly.

Old scholarCraning his neck and taking a look, he felt a little uneasy and asked tentatively: "What is this for?"

Sword Spirit said calmly: "Keeping accounts."

Old scholar He asked cautiously: "Keeping accounts? Whose accounts should be kept, Lu Chen? Or that stinky old man from Guan Taoist Temple?"

Sword Spirit smiled and said: "Remember how many times you called me senior."

The old scholar said sadly: "How can this be so? Just imagine how old I am, and how many old guys call me old scholar one by one. When have I cared? Senior is an honorific title. Old scholar and that sour scholar are both the same. It’s a joking name. There are a few people who respectfully call me Master Literary Saint. Who can I talk to about this anxiety and sorrow..."

Sword Spirit put away his hand and glanced at the tower at his feet. The Hai Sect, which has the first righteous god of the Rain Master and the god general of the Nantian Gate of the Heavenly Court, asked: "How did Bai Ze choose?"

The old scholar smiled and said: "I made a good choice. I want to Wait and see."

Sword Spirit asked: "This merit?"

The old scholar shook his head and said: "It doesn't count. Whoever gets it counts. No more."

Jian Ling sneered: "The scholar is really good at calculating accounts."

The old scholar nodded: "No, I'm really tired."

The old scholar said angrily: "You can go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi. The risk is too great. I would rather risk your life to rob him at the Confucian Temple." You bastard, you won't agree to it at all costs, so some of the merits attributed to my disciples in seclusion will be used up. There are not many heroic people in the Yasheng lineage. They are just saints and not heroic. , What kind of true sage is that? If I am still staring at the old man in the Confucian Temple, he would have given a lecture to the Yasheng lineage. In those days of prosperity, the three palaces and all the academies. , everyone asked me to give lectures, but they turned out to be thin-skinned and put on airs. After all, I lectured too little, otherwise they would have been preoccupied with carrying their little hoe to go to those schools and academies. Now Xiaopingan is not a senior brother but a senior brother. Scholars, there must be a lot of it."

Sword Spirit didn't have the slightest emotion about the old scholar using his master's merits without permission, as if this was what he liked.

As for the old scholar talking about risking his life as a guarantee, she was so embarrassed for the sour scholar next to her. She was too embarrassed to talk about it. How could she not be a human being or a ghost, and he wouldn't be clear about it? Who in the world can kill you now? The Most Holy Master will never take action, especially the Li Sage. The Ya Sheng only has a dispute with him, the Literary Sage, and does not involve any personal grudges.

The old scholar nodded to himself and said: "There is no need to use it in vain. It is better to use it up early, so that my disciple will not be upset if he finds out about it. Being involved in this is not a good thing in the first place. I am It’s really not like I’m putting gold on my own face. They all have high spirits, good knowledge, and good conduct. They are really heroes. This kid Xiao Ping’an has traveled across three continents and traveled far and wide, but he didn’t go to any academy. He knows that he is very important to our Confucianism. Confucian Temple, Academy and AcademyHow is your attitude? I was suffocating in my heart, I thought it was fine, this was the right thing to do. "

Sword Spirit smiled and said: "Cui Chan?

The old scholar looked confused and said: "Have I accepted this disciple?" I remember that my only disciple was Cui Dongshan. ”

Sword Spirit said: “I think Cui Han is the most popular. ”

“Who says otherwise. "

The old scholar looked dazed and murmured: "I also made mistakes, but it's a pity that there is no chance to correct them. Life is like this. Knowing a mistake can make a lot of improvements. Knowing a mistake but being unable to correct it means regretting a lot. Wow, it hurts so much. ”

It’s just that the old scholar quickly swept away the gloom in his heart, tugged at his beard and smiled. You can’t chase those who have gone by, but you can still chase those who have come. Didn’t you just accept a retreating disciple?

What generation?

We are young, but we are of the same generation.

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At dusk, over there at the wine shop. , Diezhang was a little confused, why did Chen Ping'an come back for a drink not long after he left during the day?

The wine shop was doing well, not to mention that there were no empty tables, and there were not even any empty seats. This made Chen Ping'an come back for a drink. When Ping An was buying wine, he was in a better mood.

Die Zhang handed over a bottle of the cheapest wine and asked, "This is it?" "

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "When something happens, Ning Yao tells me that he is not angry, and he is the kind of person who says he is really not angry, but I always feel that it is not the case. "

Diezhang did not gloat, and comforted: "Ning Yao never minces words when speaking. If she says she is not angry, she must really not be angry. You are overthinking. "

Chen Ping'an replied and said dullly: "Big shopkeeper, you decide for yourself, am I more accurate, or are you? "

Die Zhang can now feel at ease and gloat, "Then the second shopkeeper will drink a few more bottles, our shop has enough wine and water, old rules, familiar faces, no credit will be given except for those who have just broken through. ”

Chen Pingan was squatting on the roadside with a wine pot, chopsticks, and dishes. Beside him was an alcoholic swordsman who often came to visit his business. He was the kind who would die if he didn’t drink alcohol for a day. He was in the Longmen realm. Han Rong, like Chen Ping'an, only drank one Xue Huan's Zhuhai Dongtian wine at a time. Earlier, Chen Ping'an told Die Zhang that this kind of customer needed to be attracted to a smiling face. Die Zhang was still a little stunned at the time, so Chen Ping'an had no choice but to do so. Patiently explain, friends of alcoholics are all alcoholics, and they like to squat in a hole and drink until they die. Compared to those who drink a pot of good wine alone every now and then, the former are the ones who can’t wait to turn back and sit down after just a few steps away from the wine table. Good customer, all one-time deals in the world are not good deals.

Die Zhang actually wrote down these words of wisdom one by one in his account book and put them aside. Chen Ping'an was worried to death. Our big shopkeeper is really not good at business. How did he open a shop for more than ten years? Is it possible that he has been doing business by himself for only a few years? Do you have any talent?

Han Rong asked with a smile: "Second shopkeeper, are you drinking? What happened? I was kicked out because I owed my hand? It's okay, Brother Han, I amA veteran of Huacong will teach you a clever trick, just treat it as the money for the drinks. How about this, this deal is a good deal! "

Chen Pingan chewed the pickles, took a sip of wine, and said leisurely: "I will only do this after listening to you. What's more, I just came out to have a drink. Besides, I don't know who is going to teach whom a trick? What did Brother Han write on the "Nothing" sign on the wall of the shop? Did he drink and forget about it? I don’t understand. There are so many innocent signs in the shop, but there is only one with the name on the wall. Brother Han, do you think our shop is a place for you to confess your love? That girl still dares to come to my shop to drink? You pay double for drinks today. ”

“Don’t mention it. Talking about money hurts friendship.

Han Rong held the bowl with five fingers, slowly took a sip of wine, and then sighed: "We have many bachelors here, but infatuated people like me are rare." In the future, if I really succeed and win a beautiful woman, I will treat it as your store showing up, and I will keep it to fulfill my wish. When the time comes, I will get two bottles of wine for the price of five snowflakes. "

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's easy to say, I will give you another pot when the time comes. "

Han Rong asked: "Seriously? "

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It's just a piece of snow. "

Han Rong said in disappointment: "Too uncouth, the dignified second shopkeeper, young and promising, outstanding, a young man like a dragon or a phoenix among people..."

Chen Pingan laughed and scolded: "Stop it, stop it, Brother Han, I spit out my drink, are you going to compensate me? ”

The mountains are in the distance. Looking at the two people chatting very enthusiastically, I feel a little surrendered. This second shopkeeper is really good at talking.

Chen Pingan also said that he is I really like drinking here at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, because there are many wine tables on the other side of Haoran Tianxia. The same glass of wine, the one with greater authority has a deeper cup, and the one with less authority has a shallower cup.

Han Rong laughed. Suddenly something came to mind, "Second shopkeeper, you read a lot, can you help me think of some sour poems? The level doesn't have to be too high, just like 'Zeng Meng Qingshen came to the wine'. I like that girl, and I prefer this one. If you can help me, no matter what,

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It doesn’t matter, I will help you bring a table of drunkards over later, no Drink ten jars of wine, and I will take your last name from now on. ”

“You think it’s just drinking wine. If you have money, just serve bowls to the table. There’s no such thing. "

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "Besides, I'm not married yet, so I won't accept a son.

Han Rong picked up the wine bowl and said, "We have a deep relationship with each other. Let's be quiet for now. Then I can at least come up with a song for my brother, even if it's just one or two sentences." Is it possible to be a grandson instead of a son? "

Chen Ping'an raised the wine bowl, "I'll think about it later? But to be honest, whether poetry flourishes or not depends on whether you drink enough.

Han Rong immediately turned to Diezhang and shouted loudly: "First shopkeeper, second shopkeeper, I will pay for this jar of wine!" ”

Die Zhang nodded, feeling that if Chen Pingan was willing to sell wine with peace of mind, it would probably not take more than a few years.You can open your shop to the top of the city.

A slender young woman came slowly and walked up to the second shopkeeper who was explaining to Brother Han what "flying light" was. She smiled and said, "Can you please delay Mr. Chen for a moment?" Kung Fu?"

Chen Pingan nodded with a smile, turned to Han Rong and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as she understands."

Chen Pingan followed that. The woman walked together on the street and said with a smile: "Miss Yu is interested."

The person who came was Yu Qia, the woman who made Fan Dache dream about her and break his heart.

Yu Qia looked slightly unnatural, but soon said in a soft and slow voice: "I heard about what happened that night. Although Fan Dache and I did not make it to the end, I still have to personally I come to apologize to Mr. Chen. After all, the incident happened because of me, which caused Mr. Chen to suffer some injustice. Maybe it is not appropriate to say this, and it may even make Mr. Chen think that I am saying some false polite words, no matter what. , I still hope Mr. Chen can understand Fan Dache, he is really a good person, but I can't help him."

"If Fan Dache is a bad person, I will not suffer from him. "Swearing."

Chen Ping'an said: "When a man is drunk and chants a woman's name, he must really like it. As for drunken swearing, there is no need to take it seriously."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen."

Yu Qia gave him a blessing, "Then I won't bother Mr. Chen to drink with his friends."

After Yu Qia left , Chen Pingan returned to the shop and continued to squat and drink. Han Rong had already left, and of course he did not forget to help with the checkout.

Die Zhang came closer and asked, "What's the matter?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's about Fan Dache's incident, and Yu Qia came to help make amends."

Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing more.

It’s not that simple.

Chen Pingan suddenly said: "Let's make a bet, will Fan Dache show up?"

Die Zhang nodded and said: "I bet he will show up."

Chen Pingan smiled and was about to nod.

Die Zhang changed his words and said: "I won't gamble anymore."

Chen Ping'an looked a little regretful, and Die Zhang felt that he was right not to gamble. Unexpectedly, with half a stick of incense, Fan Dache It's coming.

Die Zhang rolled his eyes.

When Fan Dache arrived at the wine shop, he hesitated, but finally ordered a bottle of wine and squatted next to Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Miss Yu said that she can't help you."

Fan Dache lowered his head, his face suddenly filled with tears, and he didn't drink, just like that Holding the wine bowl.

Chen Pingan raised the wine bowl, touched it lightly with the white bowl in Fan Dache's hand, and then said:"Don't think too hard. I wish I could fight tomorrow. I think it's okay to die south of the Great Sword Wall."

Fan Dache drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, "How do you know?"

Chen Pingan said: "Guess."

Fan Dache said: "Don't let me prevent you from being friends with Sanqiu, or you may still be friends, but you have a grudge in your heart."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "You are thinking too much."

Fan Dache nodded and said: "That's good."

Chen Pingan said: "You don't come to see me today , I will also look for you."

Fan Dache smiled bitterly: "I appreciate the kindness, but it's useless."

Chen Pingan said: "You must be feeling uncomfortable at the moment. The mosquitoes and flies are buzzing like thunder, and the ants are crossing the road like mountains. I have a method. Do you want to try it? "

Fan Dache asked: "What method?"

Chen Ping'an? He smiled and said: "If you fight, the pain will feel like heartache, and you will feel better."

Fan Dache said doubtfully: "You won't just find a chance to beat me up, will you? Throw a drink at you Wan, are you so vindictive?"

Chen Pingan said: "I don't believe it."

But in the end, Fan Dache followed Chen Pingan to the corner of the street and did not wait for Fan Dache to pull away. , he was knocked down with one punch. After falling to the ground several times, Fan Dache finally stood up unsteadily with his face covered in blood and staggered on the road. Chen Pingan finished his work, still calm and composed, walked aside and turned his head. He asked with a smile: "How is it?"

Fan Dache wiped his face, spread his hands, raised his head and cursed: "I feel so sorry for you, uncle! If I go back like this, Sanqiu and the others may think that I really can't think about it anymore." ."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you vomit some blood, otherwise you will drink my Zhuhai Dongtian wine for nothing. Remember to pay for the drink before leaving. As for the white bowl. Forget it, I'm not the kind of person who cares about such small things."

Chen Ping'an stopped and said, "I have something to do"

Fan Dache walked alone. shop.

Chen Pingan turned around and said with a smile: "I didn't scare you, did I?"

It was the young man Zhang Jiazhen.

Zhang Jiazhen shook her head and said: "I want to ask about the word "steady". According to Mr. Chen's original intention, how should it be interpreted?"

Chen Ping'an said: "Wen, there is one more thing "Explanation" means "people are not in a hurry", and its meaning is similar to slowness, but there is nothing wrong with it. In the end, we seek speed, so we are anxious."

Zhang Jiazhen thought for a moment, smiled knowingly, and raised his head. Looking at Chen Ping'an with his hands in sleeves, he asked: "Mr. Chen, I can't even practice martial arts or swordsmanship. So when I have free time in the future, and my husband happens to be near the shop, can I ask Mr. Chen for advice on Chinese characters?" "

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Of course. I will come here often in the future."

Zhang Jiazhen blinked.

Chen Pingan turned around and looked, it was Ning Yao.

Zhang JiazhenHe said goodbye and left, turned around and ran away.

Chen Pingan walked quickly and asked softly: "Why are you here?"

Ning Yao asked: "Drinking again?"

Chen Ping An was speechless and smelled of alcohol. If he dared to beat him to death and refused to admit his guilt, wouldn't he be beaten to death?

Ning Yao suddenly held his hand.

Neither of them spoke, they just walked past the store and walked on the street.

Ning Yao asked: "Why don't you speak?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while and imitated someone to speak, "Chen Pingan, even if you are lucky enough to marry a wife in the future, Most likely he is also a heartless person."

Ning Yao was speechless for the first time and remained silent for a moment. He just smiled to himself, narrowed his eyes, and raised his hand forward, keeping an inch of distance between his thumb and index finger. , seeming to be saying to himself: "You don't even like it so much?"

Ning Yao was a little confused and found that Chen Pingan had stopped moving forward, but the two of them were still holding hands, so Ning Yao turned around Looking at it, for some reason, Chen Pingan's lips trembled and he said hoarsely: "If one day, I leave first, what will you do? What will you do if we still have our children?"

No longer. The boy with straw sandals in Mubo Alley, not the kid with the basket of herbs on his back, Chen Ping'an, somehow felt a little sad when he thought of this, and then very sad.

All the suffering that can be described can eventually be tolerated slowly. Only the sadness that is secretly hidden will only be broken into small pieces, gathered into more, year after year, like a lonely little mute, hiding in the corner of the heart, curling up, that child just raises his head, and grows up. Everyone behind them looked at each other silently, without saying a word.

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