Sword of Coming

At the New Year's Eve shop in Qilong Lane, the white-haired boy was sitting at the door basking in the sun, looking a little listless. When he saw Chen Ping'an who came here to check the accounts, he just called out "Yinguan Patriarch" in a muffled voice.

Compared with the past, it is slightly different. In the two adjacent shops, there is a "long wooden bench" which is most common in rural villages. Neighbors can have a place to stay and chat together if they have something to do.

Chen Ping'an sat aside, shook his green shirt and long coat, crossed his legs, and asked with a leisurely expression: "Do you want to go to Tongyezhou to practice? There is a small cave over there. Bai Xuan and Cheng Chaolu are there." A child, you are all practicing swordsmanship here. I can ask Cui Dongshan to build you a dojo and mansion. I will pay for the money. The entire sect's territory, hundreds of miles in radius, is now your own territory. When you get there , if you are interested, you can also give some advice on Cheng Chaolu's practice. There is a little girl named Chai Wu among them, who has excellent Taoist qualifications. She is Wei Xian's first disciple. You have a lot of knowledge, and I think you will have no problem teaching anyone who likes it. On the top of the mountain, you tell Cui Dongshan that it is my wish to allocate it to you directly. It will be regarded as the first peak without holding a celebration. The identity of the genealogy at the Qingping Peak Ancestral Hall is to be enshrined as a guest. It is up to you to choose. In the future, if you meet someone with good qualifications and want to recruit a disciple, you can feel free to do so."

Because of Bai Jing's arrival, the side of Qilong Lane can easily attract the prying eyes of some interested people. On the other hand, the side of Qingping Sword Sect can hide people better.

A sword cultivator at the peak of the Ascension Realm, especially a wild demon clan who has lived for ten thousand years, is far more attractive than a new sect, both in terms of identity and strength.

The white-haired boy still couldn't cheer up, and said sickly: "The road is too far, I can't go there."

"It's good to be a handyman disciple here. Once you've gotten used to it, it's better to go over there and start all over again. It's even more troublesome to go over there and teach people Taoism and boxing. I'm not good at it."

"Ancestor Yin Guan, you can't like the new and be disgusted with the old. Just because there are a few more people like Cui Peanut and Xie Gou, you just drive me away. If you don't say anything else, I am as loyal as I am. There is no semicolon."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Since you don't want to move, forget it."

The white-haired boy sniffed, looked left and right, and furtively took out a booklet from his sleeve, "Fist manual, live. Thirty-six pictures in total, that is, thirty-six fist moves, the end of Qingming's world." The famous and unique skills of martial artists, the best products in the box, and average boxing moves are not qualified to be recorded in the book. You know better than me how picky someone is."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It would have been useful if you gave it to me a few years ago, but it doesn't mean much now."

Having said that, Chen Pingping put his hand in his sleeve without even looking at it.

This sentence is not entirely about getting cheap and being good. Just like Pushan's boxing skills from the Six Immortal Pictures, the benefit of Chen Pingan's boxing skills today is actually extremely limited. If he didn't need to teach boxing to others, Chen Pingan might not be able to teach boxing. He would spend so much time perfecting and improving Pushan Boxing principles, trying to lower the threshold for ordinary martial artists to learn boxing, and then compile it into a book.

It seems that the more you learn boxing, the higher your level is, and the more you can feel the value of Shanshanquan.

Of course, Chen Pingan also wants to compile a boxing manual that is completely his own, so that pure martial arts disciples of the two sects can follow this boxing manual in the next ten years, hundreds of years, and thousands of years, gradually practice, steadily climb higher, and then reach the top of Mount Pu Like Yuncaotang, future generations of disciples can continuously improve their boxing skills, and become better than their masters.

Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "Have you ever heard of alternative views on the third level of Wu Fu's End?"

The white-haired boy shook his head, "I'm not a martial arts practitioner, so you can't tell me this. I guess if you tell me, I probably won't take it seriously."

Chen Pingan apologized: "We shouldn't talk about this."

The white-haired boy grinned, "You don't look like Ancestor Yin Guan anymore."

After Guizhen, from the ninth level of martial arts to the final level of Qi Sheng, he still attaches great importance to it, especially Qi Sheng.

When a martial artist has reached the level of returning to his true nature, he needs to melt his martial arts experience, stance techniques, and boxing skills into one furnace, seeking the word "condensation" to realize the phrase "returning to his original nature."

As for what is meant by "the arrival of God"? Chen Ping'an is still groping, and he can only figure it out on his own. There is no other way. When I was practicing boxing on the second floor of the bamboo building, the old man never talked about these things. The words he occasionally mentioned were mostly unpleasant. For example, you, Chen Pingan, have a body like paper and a mind as pulpy as pulp. How dare you even hope for the ten realms above the mountain top, a waste? If you can do this in half in this life and become a martial artist in the fifth realm, you should burn high incense...

In Chen Ping'an's view, Zhu Lian was lying in the far-traveling realm every day, and ended up thinking about the mysteries and barriers of the Guizhen level all day long.

The punches are light and heavy, but the methods are not superior or inferior.

Ordinary people don't have enough confidence to say this truth.

But Zhu Lian doesn't need to speak, that's the truth.

After all, he was the first madman in the history of Ouhua Blessed Land to slaughter all the other nine people in the world.

Zhu Lian's spirit was so high and his state of mind was so broad that even Chen Ping'an didn't dare to say that he could see it clearly.

The white-haired boy changed from sitting to squatting, which may have made him look taller. After that, the two of them were silent, lazily basking in the warm sunshine of early spring.

Chen Ping'an wandered thousands of miles, his thoughts were like stepping on watermelon rind, thinking of where he was.

In Zen Buddhism, there have always been two theories: "pressing on the head" and "original appearance".

Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered the many broken statues of gods in the Immortal Tomb.

There seems to be a statue of a god with three heads and six arms that casts magic.

Shaking his sleeves, Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and meditated for a moment. After opening his eyes, he hesitated for a moment and did not get up. He just sat and made Taoist formulas and seals at an extremely fast speed, with more than twenty types in the blink of an eye.

But Chen Pingan quickly stopped.

The white-haired boy also pretended to be unaware. When Chen Ping'an stopped his series of dizzying movements, the white-haired boy squatting on the long tree suddenly laughed.

"One plus one equals two, as any kid who wears crotchless pants knows. Five plus five equals ten, and the answer is obvious."

"But you said one plus one equals two, plus three plus five, and two plus three equals ten."

"There will be some people who insist on saying it is equal to eight, or equal to nine, but they don't care about one or two."

"One plus ten is eleven, one is not eleven, and ten is not eleven. If ten is missing, everyone can see it. So this kind of mistake is not very common, but if one is missing, it is relatively hidden."

"Ten is like that, but so what about one hundred. Ten thousand is a million. So someone said that all the scholars in the world are determined to do subtraction. It is best to reduce it until there is no one left. Almost no one is willing to do it. Additive.”

Chen Ping'an first smiled knowingly, then laughed out loud, then his whole face lit up with a smile, and finally he burst into laughter.

Instead, it was the white-haired boy's turn to feel strange, "Is it funny?"

This was actually just a weird statement made by Wu Shuangjiang back then. At that time, the female cultivator with the nickname "Natural" didn't find it funny.

Just think that Wu Shuangjiang is having random thoughts, he has always been like this anyway.

Of course, Chen Pingan is a very reserved and restrained person. He is not the kind of person who expresses his joy and anger, but he is also not the kind of person who is gloomy and silent for a long time. Even in the old deaf prison of Jianqi Great Wall, Chen Pingan Ping An also enjoys suffering, and often behaves inexplicably. In Chen Ping'an's own words, people can endure hardship, but they cannot have the appearance of suffering.

But in the memory of the white-haired boy, it was indeed unprecedented for Chen Pingan to smile from ear to ear like this.

Chen Pingan was indeed not pretending, but was really happy. He finally stopped laughing and nodded: "Very funny!"

The white-haired boy pursed his lips, "You are all weirdos."

Chen Pingan crossed his legs, folded his hands on his knees, and said with a smile: "When scholars quarrel, even if it is a dispute between gentlemen, they often don't like to follow the rules step by step and make sense. Well, they are indeed not good at it. It is rare to start from beginning to end. They are all quite reasonable, and there are not many examples. The Ehu debate can certainly be considered one, second-rate, and the debate over poetry and physique between Su Zi’s disciples in the past was also very good, and second-rate. They started to refer to benevolence, righteousness and morality. The worst thing to do is probably just to talk about private morality. The interesting thing about worldly affairs is that it is often the last one that is the most lethal and the longest-lasting, such as removing the ashes of the father-in-law and torture. Prostitutes... every time I mention it, I make a conclusion first and then push back. Anyway, since there is a lack of virtue, all knowledge must be dross. How can we know the specific development context of Confucianism? Confucian scholars and sages in the past dynasties, of course I am talking about those who are truly responsible Scholars, how many attempts have they made, how many detours have they taken, how much effort and price have they paid for it... I really don’t know what it will be like now, thousands of years from now, or tens of thousands of years from now.”

In the history of Buddhism, not only are there differences between Mahayana and Hinayana, but also the Zen lineage, which became the most spectacular later, actually has many differences with the early earth commentators, the sutra teachers with profound Buddhist principles, and the lawyers with strict precepts. Big differences, even within the Zen sect, are caused by constant disputes and mutual questioning, which is why there are so many koans, lantern records, chanting ancient poems and reading huatou... just like Chen Ping'an often talks about it at his summer palace. Read "Biyan Lu", "Konggu Ji" and "Congrong'an Lu" repeatedly.

If you don't like reading, you will naturally accept that the book says that you are useless and you are a scholar.

If you like reading, you will naturally feel happy that reading is for the next life.

But whether you like reading or not seems to have little to do with what kind of person you become.

Probably as the old abbot monk of Ouhua Fudi Xinxiang Temple said in the past, how we see the world is how the world sees us.

The white-haired boy said calmly: "Do you have to study more?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "When I say reading, I don't just mean books."

Being able to live an uneventful life calmly and calmly is something Chen Pingan thinks he can't do.

But Chen Ping'an has seen such people.

During the time when Shu Jian Lake ghosts were attacking the wall, I once saw a poor old woman in clean clothes.

So much so that Chen Ping'an felt that such people were Bodhisattvas in the suffering world.

As a child grows up, especially after his parents leave, he is like a family. Without a door, there is death standing outside the door. It is this person's turn to look at it.

The white-haired boy turned his head and said softly: "Ancestor Yin Guan, wipe your tears."

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, raised his hand, and before he could touch his face, he laughed angrily and slapped it with his hand.

The white-haired boy tilted his head to avoid it. He was in a good mood and laughed loudly.

Xie Gou is not here at the shop. He is probably putting up those dog-skin plasters again to compete with the rich people on Fulu Street and Taoye Lane?

Chen Pingan stood up and walked into the shop. Shi Rou, the acting shopkeeper, immediately took out the account books. Chen Pingan stood by the counter and flipped through the account books. He glanced at the child who was looking down at a strange novel and asked, "Junchen, listen. Shopkeeper Li from Hongzhu Town said, do you prefer credit when buying books there?"

It is very difficult to ask this great disciple, who is the greatest disciple of the academy, to take the initiative to call him the Patriarch.

Zhou Junchen rarely felt guilty and acted like a little mute, trying to pretend to be deaf and dumb and get through.

If Chen Ping'an talks to him about seniority, Zhou Junchen will never be afraid, but if it has to do with money, the child will be a little timid. Three pennies will stump a heroic man.

Chen Pingan said: "I passed by the bookstore earlier and helped you settle the bill for the dozens of taels of silver. I also helped you pay some in advance. Don't owe money when buying books in the future."

The little bastard was really lavish and arrogant in buying books. I don’t know who taught him. Pei Qian, who is the master of his children, would never teach him this way.

When Zhou Junchen heard this, he smiled widely. It was rare for the Patriarch to have a sincere smile.

Unexpectedly, the patriarch immediately added, "What I mean is that you don't want to borrow money from the bookstore. It won't sound good if word spreads. There is no problem if you owe me money. You can pay it back slowly in the future, and it will be deducted from your monthly salary." "

Shi Rou couldn't help laughing. Regarding this matter, the little mute who talked to her was very confident. She originally wanted to borrow money from Master Pei Qian to repay the debt. According to Zhou Junchen's little calculation, as a master, you can lend money to Apprentice, do you have the nerve to ask for debts from now on?

As a result, this founder interfered today, and this confusing account suddenly became unambiguous. Zhou Junchen was already regretting it. If he had known better, he would not have bought so much.

Chen Pingan asked again: "Whose idea was it for the Niujiaodu sign?"

Zhou Junchen said, "I came up with it all by myself! It has nothing to do with anyone else!"

After all, the child is inexperienced in the world, and there is no three hundred taels of silver in this place.

Shi Rou was immediately a little worried. The family tradition in Luolu Mountain was very loose.

But once Chen Ping'an, the mountain master, decides on something, he will definitely take it seriously.

The little mute was still not afraid at all, and was very annoyed. Sure enough, he was not on the right track with this master. Why did the master find such a master?

Shi Rou stretched out her hand and gently tugged on the child's sleeve under the counter, signaling him to quickly surrender to the mountain master and stop being stubborn.

Unexpectedly, Chen Ping'an nodded, "I'm still too petty. I can go back and add the Zhixuan Peak Yuan Lingdian of Beiju Luzhou and the Sword Immortal Wei Jin of Fengxue Temple. They are all guests of our Luopo Mountain, and they are officially registered." , even if you pass by Niujiaodu in the future and see the sign, you will not find anyone to accuse. Also, from Tongyezhou Yugui Sect, the two direct disciples of Sect Leader Wei, Wei Gusu and Wei Xianyou, I believe they will be very famous in the future. You can also fill in the name of the Land Sword Immortal, and remember to indicate the realm. Nowadays, they are all golden elixirs. Then add brackets after the name and realm,"

The child asked doubtfully: "I will be the swordsman in the future? What's the use of writing my name now? Does it occupy a position? I'm squatting in the latrine and not shitting. It lowers the value of other shop customers in vain."

"What do you know? It's useless to make up for it in the future. When they reach the Nascent Soul Realm, or even the Jade Pu Realm, there is a saying. After eating the cakes from the New Year's Shop, they can break through the realm."

Zhou Junchen's eyes widened suddenly, how could he be so playful?

I originally thought that Xie Gou was already shameless enough just to make money, but I never thought that the person in front of me was even more outrageous.

Chen Pingan reminded: "It's just a suggestion, it has nothing to do with me."

The little mute grinned, making an exception for Chen Pingan with a bright smile.

As expected, this patriarch who lives away from home all day long still has a few tricks up his sleeve.

No wonder so many hills can be bought.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Let's not talk about cultivation achievements. Just talking about business, your boy is far behind me and your master."

The little mute automatically ignored this sentence, thought about it for a moment, thought about it seriously, and asked: "Wouldn't it be a taboo on the mountain to talk such nonsense?"

Chen Ping'an leaned against the counter and casually flipped through the thin account book, "What's the taboo? This is called a good talk. I'll make a bet with you. In the future, those two sword immortals, both named Wei, will definitely come to the shop to buy pastries. , and not angry at all.”

"No gambling, not a penny."

"A small amount of gambling is all you need for a few dollars. You can win or lose."

"The white-haired short winter melon at the door said that you were very famous in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. You had all the old and new skills. You could knock out people with one punch. Those who come to the gambling table, come and kill one, come two and kill a pair, come and kill all three..."

Chen Pingan laughed it off.

The white-haired boy basking in the sun outside the door immediately became anxious. He jumped up to the door and cursed: "Little mute, please keep your mouth clean. When did I say that Yin Guan Ancestor's gambling was so bad? "

The little mute snorted, "You mean Chen Ping'an's gambling skills are excellent, I'll just listen to you."

The white-haired boy was unable to refute the little mute's fallacy for a moment, and said with sad eyes: "Ancestor Yin Guan, I am wronged, I am wronged!"

Chen Ping'an ignored the live treasure, and just stretched out his hand to rub Zhou Junchen's head, "Just be cool, just be cool with me, if you have the ability to say such things in front of your master."

The little mute chuckled and said, "My brain is not as weak as some people's."

The white-haired boy put his hands on his hips and said, "Little mute, if you continue to be so arrogant and say stupid things, be careful of me scolding you. To be honest, when I usually quarrel with you, I always deliberately give in to you and only use less than 10% of my skills. !”

The little mute raised the corners of his mouth and said with disdain: "Then scold him, you can scold him as you like. If you have the ability, all the eighteen generations of your ancestors will scold you. Anyway, my master is not here, so you are afraid of a hammer."

The white-haired boy has really done his job. Oh, he can even look at people sideways. Who should he learn from? Who taught him...

But when the white-haired boy noticed that another person was looking askance at him, he immediately stopped. He sniffed, wrinkled his face, looked up at the sky, and felt miserable.

Shi Rou folded her hands on the counter and looked at the one big and two little ones making jokes with a smile on her face.

Chen Ping'an planned to visit the shop next door. Cui Huahua, who was at the Caotou shop, would follow Hongxia and Yunzi to Xiandu Mountain, but the girl would become Cui Dongshan's direct disciple.

Fortunately, Cui Dongshan could figure out the long-lost brothers and sisters.

Shi Rou suddenly said in her heart: "Mountain Master, Pei Qian asked someone to give me a box of rouge earlier. Thank you."

It was no longer her usual deliberately hoarse and deep voice, but a soft and feminine voice.

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "No need to be polite to her."

When Pei Qian was in the shop, he had a brief period of studying in a school. It was at that time that Pei Qian began to get close to Shi Rou.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Pingan asked from the bottom of his heart: "Shirou, do you want to change your skin and regain your feminine appearance? In addition to the fox-skin beauty talismans on the Peixiang side of the mountain, there is also a Yuzhigang secret method on the Xiandu Mountain side. The talismans I make can allow you... to change your residence."

Shi Rou shook his head and said: "Mountain Master, no need. I've gotten used to it over the years, and I really don't think there's anything wrong with it. Besides, being in this immortal transformation every day is something even a Qi practitioner can only dream of." Excellent dojo.”

It was rare for Zhou Junchen to seriously discuss matters with Chen Pingan, and he even used an honorific title, "Master Patriarch, since you are so good at making money, why don't you work for our New Year's Eve shop and the Caotou shop next door? Any ideas?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You can also earn fairy money, broken silver and copper coins. As long as it is money coming in from the front door, it doesn't matter the amount. It needs to be small and long-lasting. Don't ask for a steady stream of money, but a long-lasting stream."

After a moment of silence, Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to hold the child's head, "When you grow up, you will understand that this is unreasonable."

The little mute nodded.

Although the truth is worthless, the worthless truth is still a truth anyway, and your own money is confiscated, so you can just listen to it or wait and see.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Actually, it's better not to understand certain principles."

I see many truths in many books, and I understand one truth every time I face hardship.

If you only see it but don’t understand it, you are lucky.

When Chen Ping'an left Qilong Lane, the white-haired boy was idle and just followed the Yinguan Ancestor as a little follower.

Went to Yang’s Pharmacy first.

There is currently only a young shop assistant guarding the shop. Due to the incident that year, the business of the shop has not been good in recent years, but the Yang family has a strong foundation and does not care about this at all.

Shi Lingshan came from Taoye Lane. Although he was not among the four major surnames and ten clans, he was from a good background in the small town.

Maybe this young martial artist still doesn't know that he is the closed disciple of the old man in the backyard, let alone who his senior brothers are and how they became famous all over the world.

The white-haired boy was sitting at the door. He didn't enter the shop. The room smelled of medicine and he was not interested.

Chen Ping'an crossed the threshold and asked with a smile: "Miss Su isn't there?"

Shi Lingshan said: "Senior Sister is out traveling."

The senior sister didn't say where she was going, but it seemed like a long trip, very far away.

Maybe she would come back next year, maybe the year after that, maybe next year had passed and she didn't come back, so he just waited here.

Shi Lingshan asked curiously: "Chen Pingan, do you have something to do with senior sister?"

They are all locals in the small town, and due to the relationship between teachers and teachers, Shi Lingshan actually has no special impression of the Master Chen of Luoshan Mountain. No matter how many identities he has, he has no relationship with him. If he becomes successful, If you look down on others, then don't come to your door. Anyway, no one is begging for anything. If you come to your door and show off, I won't tolerate you. No one will care to look at your face.

The most important thing is that according to some gossip from the shop owner, they dare not publicize it to the outside world. It seems that Chen Ping'an received a lot of favor from the drug shop when he was a child.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's okay, I'm just asking casually. I have some old things and I want to have a few words with Miss Su in person."

Shi Lingshan was wary, "What do you have to talk about with my senior sister?"

Chen Pingan couldn't help laughing and joked: "Shi Lingshan, no matter how much you guard against thieves, you can't guard against me."

Shi Lingshan curled his lips, it might be possible.

The idle Zheng Dafeng once said that honest people are not popular, but honest people become particularly popular when they have money.

The white-haired boy who had been listening attentively was very happy. He remembered an "allusion" from Luolu Mountain for no reason. It is said that when Li Huai was a child, he went to Sui Cliff Academy with Chen Pingan to study. After the two became familiar, he worked for Chen Pingan all the way. He is a moron who only wants Chen Pingan to be his brother-in-law. However, after much thought, this little fool came to the conclusion that my sister is not worthy.

Damn it, the "gang" Xiaomi Li belongs to are all talented people.

Why can't I sneak in? The white-haired boy crossed his arms across his chest and began to think seriously, can I only take over the position of right guardian of Qilong Lane from the boy in Zhuyi?

Wouldn’t that mean he is worse than a dog? !

Inside the shop, Chen Pingan asked: "Can I open the drawer and see some medicinal herbs?"

Shi Lingshan said angrily: "When we open the door for business, we follow the rules anyway. I have no grudge against you, so you can just watch as you like."

Chen Ping'an raised his hand habitually, rubbed the waist and ribs of his green shirt, then walked to the medicine cabinet, looked at the label above, and gently opened a drawer.

In collecting medicine, preparing medicine, and brewing medicine, Chen Ping'an may be as good as an experienced medicine shop doctor in these matters.

It is said that the soil and water nourish a person, and the same applies to medicinal materials. The same medicinal materials are most important to the land. If they grow on different mountain tops, their medicinal properties will be very different. Then the amount of medicine used will have to change accordingly. In recent years, the mountains in the west , have become private industries, so it is not easy to go into the mountains to collect herbs. Therefore, many medicinal materials in drug stores need to find other channels, such as purchasing them from Hongzhu Town and various merchants.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The white-haired boy suddenly stood up and ran into the house. He planned to take a shortcut and bypass Pei Qian, the chief helmsman, and issue a decree with Patriarch Yin Guan to make himself the deputy chief helmsman. , I am always content and happy, and I don’t mind being a junior official.

The white-haired boy lowered his voice and told Ancestor Yinguan about this, but not surprisingly, Ancestor Yinguan told her to get out.

Chen Ping'an opened another drawer and took a sniff. The name of this herb was very interesting, it was called Wangbuliuxing.

Chen Pingan gently pushed back the drawer, turned around and suggested with a smile: "Shiling Mountain, in the future, we can go to Xiancao Mountain, Cinnabar Mountain, and Weixia Peak to collect herbs. Fifty or sixty kinds of medicinal materials may be better than buying them from other places, and you can also save some money."

Shi Lingshan was making calculations and said absently: "You can't tell me this. It's not my responsibility to go into the mountains to collect medicine. I'm just the guy who looks after the store. But I can talk to some unreliable guy and make an agreement in advance. , that guy is unreliable, his words are louder than his farts, his work is less than his farts, he only listens to the thunder but not the rain, the shop depends on him, and it hasn’t closed yet, because the smoke is rising from the ancestral graves.”

Chen Pingan laughed it off.

The folk customs of small towns have always been so simple.

He always likes to carry a gun and a stick when talking, and all of them are self-taught masters.

Shi Lingshan, who was born in Taoye Lane, can at best be regarded as an outer disciple of this sect.

The white-haired boy respected this young man as a man for how dare he talk to his ancestor who was a hidden official.

Even though times have changed, Fulu Street and Taoye Lane in this side of the town, and the locals who stayed in other streets and alleys, if you put aside the fairy customs hidden behind the scenes, have actually changed little.

There will still be people who wear clean long robes and read books and speak about the Master.

There are also people who always have dirt in their fingernails, calluses on their hands yellowed by burning charcoal, and people who like to curse.

Chen Pingan left the shop, crossed the threshold, and stood there for a moment.

Then we passed by the crab shop.

Chen Ping'an slowly walked around the archway, holding his hands in his sleeves and always looking up.

Do your part, do what you want, and speak naturally. Don't ask for help from others and get angry.

The white-haired boy always stood in the same place, showing nothing to see. The four plaques now have no trace of meaning left.

Chen Pingan continued to walk. The real owner of the restaurant next to the street, which is the tallest building in the town, is Aunt Feng. The business is still very good. The locals still like it every time there is a wedding banquet in the county, whether it is a wedding banquet or a celebration banquet. Come here and show off. Some Qi practitioners who have bought houses here as dojos also like to come here to have a few drinks, but the wine they drink is naturally different from that of ordinary people.

An iron-locked well has long been closed by the county government and a stone fence has been built. People can no longer carry buckets to draw water here.

The old locust trees are even gone.

Walking along the main street of the county town, we came to the yellow mud house at the east end of the town. It belonged to Zheng Dafeng, the first caretaker of his family in Luoluoshan.

Further out, there is the Immortal Tomb that was overgrown with weeds in the past. You can take a detour to the Lao Ci Mountain in the north, but it was built into a Wenwu Temple by the Dali court.

Chen Ping'an walked to the wooden post on the side of the road and sat down, and said to the white-haired boy: "Don't follow him, it's easy for others to misunderstand him."

The white-haired boy deliberately pretended to be stupid, raised his hands high, and gestured to the height of the two of them, "It's just the two of us, what can we misunderstand?"

But to be honest, if you can really become the daughter of the ancestor of Yinguan, it would be a very lucky thing, right?

Just look at Pei Qian, Chen Nuanshu, and Xiao Mili, and you will know how much this guy will be doted on if he has a daughter in the future.

Then you and Ning Yao should fight against each other and quickly cook the rice. You're a coward and you deserve to be beaten.

Chen Ping'an was too lazy to meet her, so he sat on the wooden pile and turned his head to look at the road that spread into the distance.

The Great Wall of Sword Qi is full of swordsmen. It is not surprising that Qi practitioners other than sword cultivators should not practice in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. The sword Qi there is too heavy and the vastness fills the world. For Qi practitioners, it is not suitable for Qi practitioners. It's a kind of suffering.

But there is one thing that Chen Pingan has always been puzzled by. The more he thinks about it, the more mysterious it becomes.

That is the ultimate martial artist in the history of the Sword Qi Great Wall, and the number is too small! It can even be said that it is so little that it is outrageous.

Aunt Bai, she was once the Grand Master of the End of the Realm, but she was injured on the battlefield and fell to the top of the mountain.

According to the archives of the Summer Palace, going back even further, the Great Wall of Sword Qi had only one martial artist for a very long period of time, and he was also a female grandmaster.

It's like, the martial arts of the Great Wall of Sword Qi are only for female warriors, and are they open to one side?

Chen Pingan tapped his knees lightly with his fingers and frowned.

On the other side of the long golden bridge, she once told the truth that the ancient star Qiming, also known as Chang Geng, was actually the top of that weird mountain.

A pure martial artist, his body becomes a god.

It is a pity that the ancestor of the military strategist failed to truly take this avenue.

The three official positions in Jianqi Great Wall are the execution officer, the hidden officer, and the sacrificial officer.

According to the original intention of setting up the three officials, the punishment official was responsible for killing, the hidden official was responsible for strategy, and the sacrificial official was responsible for sacrifices.

As for the previous priest, according to the records of the summer palace's top-secret files, the files of the previous priests are extremely detailed. There are only a few words of record about sword cultivation, Yu Pu realm, and few military achievements. It can be said that they are not outstanding.

I remember Ning Yao said that when she first came to the town, she was at Yang's shop, and she heard old man Yang take the initiative to mention that there was once a passing swordsman who left a landscape travelogue.

According to the old man, he often read this travel diary, so he knew some things about the outside world.

When talking about a sword cultivator with Ning Yao from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the old man used the title "Sword Immortal".

Chen Pingan didn't pay much attention to this detail before, but now he can't help but think about it deeply.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an suspected that the summer palace's files on the previous priests were deliberately false.

Chen Pingan naturally thought of Yu Lu.

Standing up, Chen Pingan did not go to the Immortal Tomb, but turned back the same way, walked through the streets and alleys, then left the town and walked towards the stone arch bridge.

The white-haired boy still followed behind, swaggering, and after walking onto the stone bridge, he pointed at a piece of emerald green on the riverside, with water plants like pen tubes, one by one. She curiously asked what it was.

Chen Pingan glanced at it and said it was mugwort. The fried meat was very fragrant and delicious, but it was a seasonal wild vegetable and was not available at all times.

In the spring breeze, everything grows luxuriantly, and it seems like everything is there. But in winter, it seems like there is nothing. Digging winter bamboo shoots is actually not easy, especially when the mountains are covered with heavy snow.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said that the appearance of "wormwood" in poetry may have been written by Su Zi first. In just a few words, Su Zi could write the most touching beauty of seasonal scenery.

The white-haired boy asked the old chef if he knew how to stir-fry this dish. Chen Pingan said that I could. The white-haired boy just said "oh" but had no intention of picking wild vegetables.

Chen Ping'an stood on the bridge and looked into the distance, and suddenly found that there seemed to be more ducks in the river. By the way, Liu Xianyang and the round-faced girl were not at the blacksmith shop.

No wonder no wonder.

The white-haired boy walked across the bridge, sat down on the steps, and said, "Ancestor Yin Guan, I'm waiting here."

Because she knows what Chen Ping'an is going to do, many things can be done without taboos, but there are some things where she shouldn't joke.

Chen Ping'an turned around and said with a smile: "Just follow, there are no particularities or taboos."

Go to the grave to offer incense and add earth.

During this trip to Tongyezhou, I visited many mountains. On the way back to Luolu Mountain, I got off the boat at Laolongcheng and walked with Senior Song for a long journey through the mountains and rivers. After saying goodbye, Chen Pingan actually followed the old man quietly again until the old man walked towards At a city gate, Chen Pingan suddenly raised his arms and waved, and Chen Pingan, who followed silently, then left with a smile. After that, we passed and stopped at many green hills, some of which were still covered with snow.

Chen Pingan offered incense and soil, took out a jug of wine, knelt down and poured it on the grave.

The white-haired boy squatted in the distance and watched from a distance.

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked around. The grave behind him faced a distant mountain, with two peaks like pen holders.

After a pause, Chen Pingan noticed this for the first time. He was young and ignorant, how could he know these things.

Later, he left his hometown many times and learned a little about Wangqi and Kanyu. However, every time he visited the grave, Chen Pingan never glanced at the green mountains in the distance.

Chen Pingan simply sat beside the grave and looked at the mountain silently.

It can be seen that after the parents left, the grave was chosen here carefully.

Maybe the old people in the town who knew this in the early years helped to choose it.

Here in my hometown town, year after year, there are fewer old people, and the flavor of the year becomes weaker.

I heard Pei Qian and Xiao Mili both say that dinner is no longer lively now.

One year, Chen Ping'an was not at home, and Pei Qian and his friends, who were still little Heitan, kept vigil at the ancestral home in Niping Lane, opening the door early in the morning and setting off firecrackers.

If it hadn't been for Chen Ping'an's warning, Pei Qian, who already had a few dollars in his pocket at that time, would have been able to buy a whole store of firecrackers.

Xiaomi Li once had a riddle, which was really thought up by the little girl in black and not taught to her by Chen Pingan.

Xiaomi Li once asked, what is the fastest and what is the slowest, but neither can catch up. Chen Pingan gave a lot of answers, and even Xiaomi Li said they were right or wrong. It really stumped Chen Pingan, who was still quite bright, and made the little girl very happy. She was so happy that she happily told the good man the mountain master the answer. It’s yesterday and tomorrow!

It seems like this, all yesterdays are irreversible, and all tomorrows are tomorrow.

The white-haired boy never bothered him.

The mountains are warm and the water is soft, the willows are clinging to the trees, the grass is long and the orioles are flying, and the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.