Sword of Coming

When the old scholar walked out of the landscape painting again, he saw the young Cui Chan still lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and coldly snorted: "What a shame."

Cui Chan stared blankly at the sky, "There is no hope for life, but death will bring me down."

The old scholar walked over and kicked him, "Don't pretend to be pitiful here. Don't you want to know why Xiao Qi just wants you to fall into trouble instead of getting rid of it?"

Cui Han's eyes were dazed, and he murmured: "When you were kicked out of the Confucian Temple, Qi Jingchun not only was not implicated by you, but continued to rise in his realm, which shows a lot of problems. He, Qi Jingchun, has long been qualified to establish his own business, and he is the same as you, the Confucian Saint." The pulse has long been separated from the appearance, so he feels that he is not qualified to kill me, and I hope that you will clean up the family in the future."

The old scholar was angry and kicked him again, "To judge a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart, I'm talking about people like you! I'll count three times, if you don't get up, you'll just lie down and wait for death. Don't have any extravagant hopes for the great road, three! Two! Two, two..."

Cui Chan made up his mind not to get up.

The old scholar was so embarrassed that he had to turn around and wink at Chen Pingan to help him out.

Chen Pingan nodded, took the locust sword from Li Baoping, strode forward, came to Cui Han's side, said the word "one" expressionlessly, and struck the white-clothed boy's neck with a sword Stab down.

The force was strong and heavy, and the tip of the sword was precise. Maybe Chen Pingan himself didn't notice it. After appreciating the calm mood in the scroll, his hands finally followed Chen Pingan's thoughts, so the sword stabbed without any fireworks. But instead it became more fierce and cruel, full of murderous intent.

Cui Chan was so frightened that he rolled around and got up quickly.

Chen Ping'an put away his sword and nodded to the old scholar, which meant that your urgent need has been settled.

The old scholar sighed and looked at Chen Ping'an and the woman in white not far away, "Find a place to talk about something."

The old man turned to Cui Han and glared: "Follow me! If it involves your great opportunity, if you keep pretending, just let Chen Ping'an kill him with a sword."

A group of people walked towards the yard. The old scholar looked around and glanced at the "small canopy" supported by the snow-white lotus leaves. He clasped his fingers and hesitated for a moment, "Find a room to go in and chat. Chen Pingan, is there a suitable place?" , as long as you can talk, it doesn’t matter if you have a stool or a chair.”

Chen Ping'an glanced at Lin Shouyi's main room. The lights had been turned off. Maybe Lin Shouyi had been practicing in the pavilion for too long and was exhausted. He had already rested, so he had to give up the largest room. He nodded to the old man and said, "Go to my room." Okay, there's only one child named Li Huai sleeping, so it's not a big problem to wake him up. Lin Shouyi is a practitioner and should be very particular about it, so we won't disturb him."

Sword Spirit sat on the stone bench in the courtyard and said with a smile: "You guys talk, I don't like to hear that."

Finally, the old scholar, Chen Ping'an, the young Cui Chan, and Li Baoping sat on four stools respectively, sitting around the table. Li Huai lay on the bed and fell asleep soundly. He was a child who had a bad sleeping posture and had turned to sleeping sideways. With my head hanging off the edge of the bed, I could still sleep soundly.

Chen Pingan helped him straighten his body in a familiar manner, put Li Huai's hands and feet into the quilt, and gently padded the corners of the quilt on the left and right sides and feet so that the heat in the quilt would not escape easily. Finally, Li Huai was like It's like being wrapped in a rice dumpling.

After Chen Ping'an finished doing these natural things, he sat back on the stool. Li Baoping asked in a low voice: "Uncle, are you also helping me tuck my quilt every night?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "You don't have to. You sleep much better than Li Huai. You fall asleep as soon as you fall asleep, and then as soon as you fall asleep, you can sleep motionless until dawn."

Li Baoping sighed, hit the palm of his hand with his fist, and said regretfully: "If I had known that I would have had trouble sleeping since I was a child, it was all my fault because of my elder brother, who tricked me into having sweet dreams if I slept well."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "When I return to my hometown in the future, I want to thank you big brother."

Along the way, the eldest brother was the family member Li Baoping talked about the most, so Chen Pingan had a good impression of this scholar who liked to hide in his study and study.

The old scholar looked at the little girl and asked with a smile: "Is your eldest brother Li Xisheng who lives on Fulu Street?"

Li Baoping nodded and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

The old scholar laughed and said: "This name is a bit big."

Cui Chen couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this.

Li Baoping was a little worried, "Isn't it bad that the name is too big?"

The old scholar became even happier, shook his head and said: "To achieve greatness, as long as you can suppress it, it will be good."

Li Baoping is a little girl who likes to get into trouble the most. "Old sir, how can you control me?"

Cui Chan rolled his eyes again, it was over, now it was exactly what he wanted, the old man who liked to be a teacher would definitely start preaching and teaching and solving doubts.

Sure enough, the old man took a look around and didn't see any broken mouth that could be used to drink wine and eat snacks. He felt a little regretful and said slowly: "My nature is pure and kind, I have a lot of knowledge, and I have high morals. I can handle it even if I travel thousands of miles. "

The little girl first put the seal on the table, shook her body, kicked off her little straw sandals, sat cross-legged on a chair, crossed her arms across her chest, and said with a sad face: "But my eldest brother is not as great as the old gentleman said, otherwise I would send him Send the letter home and ask him to change his name?"

Cui Han had to remind him: "Old man, can we talk about business? The avenue, the avenue!"

Li Baoping silently picked up the seal and breathed at the four seal characters on the bottom of the seal.

Cui Chen quickly shut up.

Even if the old man has a great level of cultivation, he still likes to be reasonable, and the shameless approach will work.

But Chen Ping'an and Li Baoping, the two guys who were attracted by Qi Jingchun, one is a mud-legged guy who has never read a book, the other has read crookedly, Cui Chan is now a fish in the shallows of Longyou. , against this big and small, no matter how heroic Cui Chan is, there will be no other results except being beaten and humiliated. The harder he is, the more he will suffer.

The old scholar conjured up a pot of wine, raised his head and took a sip, then glanced at the seal that the little girl put back on the table, feeling a little sad.

Cui Zhang was actually quite strange tonight. Although the old man had shown his true feelings in the past, most of the time, he was a rigid and pedantic guy. Wherever he sat, he looked like a golden statue sitting on an altar, especially It was during those years when learning was most highly regarded by both the government and the public. Whenever the old man started a class to teach about the meaning of the classics, there were more than a thousand "students" sitting down and listening. Emperors and generals, gods on the mountain, gentlemen and sages were so vast that even Cui Chan, who had betrayed his master, would not deny that the old man at that time was really dazzling, like the sun and the moon hanging in the sky, his brilliance did not distinguish between day and night, overwhelming the entire river. The galaxy eclipsed.

But now he actually kicks his feet, and when he wants to talk about the truth, he still drinks?

Cui Chan seemed careless, but in fact he was in a heavy mood.

In the final analysis, Cui Han's feelings towards the old man beside him are extremely complicated, including admiration and hatred, fear and remembrance. How could he, Cui Chan, the former leader of the Literary Saint, not feel angry towards his husband but not complain about his misfortune?

Over there on the bed, Li Huai was talking in his sleep, "A-Liang, A-Liang, I want to eat meat! Stingy Ah-Liang, just give me a sip of the wine in the small gourd..."

Li Baoping's eyes lit up. Li Huai's embarrassing incident could be the subject of conversation for several days.

When Cui Chen heard the name A Liang, he quietly glanced sideways at the old man.

The old scholar coughed and glanced at the three people present, "Okay, let's get to the point. Chen Ping'an, Li Baoping, you should already know that I am Qi Jingchun's husband, and Cui Chan was once my first disciple, Qi Jingchun. Senior brother, because I was busy with learning at that time, Qi Jingchun’s reading, playing chess, etc. were indeed taught to me by my eldest disciple Cui Chan. In the end, Cui Chan betrayed his master and did all kinds of things to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors. So much so that when Qi Jingchun died in Lizhu Cave, Cui Han was regarded as a chess player in the middle of a chess game. It would not be too much to say that he, Cui Jingchun, was the murderer of his junior brother Qi Jingchun. As one of my named disciples, The same is true for Ma Zhan, but Ma Zhan is not a chess player, but he is the culprit behind the scenes. In the first move, he is a crucial unreasonable move. Before I arrived in your hometown town, this body was just Cui The real Cui Chan in the place where Chun is staying is the national advisor of your Great Li Dynasty, an old guy who looks no younger than me."

Li Baoping's face was full of anger, his eyes were red with anger, and he stared at Cui Han.

Chen Ping'an, on the other hand, made Cui Chan even more frightened. His eyes were lowered and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Wild dogs bite without showing their teeth.

Cui Zhang is very familiar with Chen Ping'an's character. After all, he pays more attention to the growth experience of the boy in Mud Bottle Lane than Old Man Yang.

Cui Chan tried his best to stay calm, but silently said in his heart, "Dead, dead, old man, you have done a lot of harm to people."

The old scholar changed the subject and looked at Chen Pingan, "I have something to say hello to you first. If you agree to do it, I want to intercept a period of time and water on you. Don't worry, it won't involve too much privacy. Are you willing to kick off tonight’s chat?”

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Okay."

The old scholar stretched out a palm and faced Chen Pingan, who was sitting opposite him. He shook his wrists and rolled up his sleeves. Soon, strands of water mist appeared around Chen Pingan, slowly flowing towards the palm of the old man's hand, and finally turned into a The old man turned his palm over the crystal clear green water polo, with his palm facing down, and gently touched the water polo. The water flowed downwards towards the table, and vivid pictures appeared on the table.

Li Baoping's eyes widened with shock, and he hurriedly lay on the table, "Wow, little uncle, this is the mountain road where we met the ghost of the married woman, and me! Haha, it's still my little book The book box is the most beautiful, indeed more beautiful than Lin Shouyi’s and Li Huai’s. They look stupid carrying the book box..."

A ghost of a wedding lady appears on a muddy road holding an oil-paper umbrella, lanterns light up one after another, and a spectacular fire dragon appears in the mountains.

When Lin Shouyi offered the talisman, the ghost was still fighting against the wall. Instead of leaving the realm of the female ghost, he was abducted to the mansion with the "Fine Water and High Wind" hanging on it.

In the end, Wei Jin, the swordsman of Fengxue Temple, broke through all the magic with his sword and arrived in style, breaking the deadlock and successfully leading the group out of there.

The old scholar grabbed the table, and the streams of time reunited into a ball, pushed onto Chen Pingan, and dispersed again to return to the world.

This skill involves the supreme magical power of the origin of the great road. It does not rely on the small world of saints or mysterious magic weapons. The old man just picked it up at his fingertips.

Li Baoping only found it magical and interesting.

Cui Chan was a wise man, and he became more and more surprised. What happened to the old man? His saintly cultivation was obviously gone, so how could he still be so powerful?

The old scholar said softly: "Is this female ghost hateful? Of course she is hateful. She killed innocent people indiscriminately and committed many crimes. Is she pitiful? She is also a bit pitiful. As a ghost, she was originally good-natured. In the court, she not only had the ability to suppress luck. , there were many good deeds in the place, and they also fell in love with the scholars. It was originally a beautiful talk, but in the end they fell into this situation. They were disgusted by gods and ghosts, and they were all squeezed out by the road. They were entangled in cause and effect, and they were muddy and muddy. I will never be able to repay this stupid debt in my lifetime.”

The old scholar sighed, "So hateful people must have pity, right?"

Cui Chan felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, he didn't dare to nod or shake his head.

Li Baoping quickly entered the "go up the mountain and kill the enemy" mode. He thought seriously for a moment and said, "It's more hateful."

The old scholar nodded and smiled at the little girl: "So hateful and pitiful, how much more hateful is there? How much more pity is there?"

The little girl thought about it carefully and said, "It's reasonable and legal. Go back and do a careful calculation?"

The old scholar smiled and asked again: "Li Baoping, it is legal and legal, of course it is not bad, but the question comes again, how do you determine whether the laws of the world are good or evil?"

The little girl was stunned. It seemed that she had never had this problem before, but she was not afraid of the stage. She said to the old man: "Old sir, wait for me. This problem is the same as the one last time. It's still a bit big. I have to think about it seriously. !”

The old scholar smiled kindly, nodded and praised: "Good."

Cui Zhang looked at the old man's familiar smile and the little girl who was concentrating on her face and snorted coldly.

As expected of Qi Jingchun’s husband and Qi Jingchun’s proud disciple, the legacy has been passed down from generation to generation, and even the teaching atmosphere has the same virtue!

After the old scholar stumped the little girl, he turned to look at Chen Ping'an, who had clear eyes. "In the past, when I was studying and thinking about difficult problems, I liked to think of the worst first. Today is no exception. Hateful people must have pity. This sentence There is not much of a problem in itself, but many smart people in the world like to pretend that everyone is drunk and I am alone, talking only about the pitiful aspects and deliberately ignoring the hateful aspects."

"Some people simply show their compassion and compassion indiscriminately. In addition, the 'hateful part' has not been inflicted on themselves, so they do not feel so much pain. Instead, they like to point fingers, stand by and watch, asking others to be tolerant. Chen Ping'an, what do you think? Where is the root of the problem? You must know that many of the people I am talking about have read books and are very knowledgeable. It is impossible to say that some of them are masters of conversation. Chen Pingan, do you have any ideas? Just say whatever comes to mind. "

Chen Pingan hesitated to speak, and finally said: "There is nothing to say."

Cui Zhang no longer cared about what Chen Pingan's answer was, and began to deduce silently, thinking about why the old man said this.

The old scholar glanced at Li Baoping and Cui Chan on the left and right, and said slowly: "Right and wrong have their own merits and demerits, and the question of good and evil depends on the king of hell. Why do you say this? Because everyone's moral cultivation, growth experience, and vision and experience are different. People’s hearts are ups and downs, how many people dare to claim that their conscience is the most righteous and peaceful?”

"So the Legalists took a shortcut and lowered morality and etiquette to the lowest level. Here, it can only be this high and cannot go any lower."

When the old man said this, he stretched out a hand and drew a line under the table.

"Of course, as I said before, there is the possibility of 'evil laws' in these laws. I will not do any derivative development here, otherwise it will be difficult to finish the lecture in three days and three nights. So in the final analysis, the law is dead. The human heart is alive, and if no one enforces the law, it cannot be dead anymore, so we still have to go up to seek answers.”

Having said this, the old scholar stretched out his hand again and pointed to the roof.

The old man turned to look at Cui Han, "Do you know why I answered so quickly when you asked that question?"

Which pot is not opened and lifted?

Cui Han said angrily: "Because you like and value Qi Jingchun more, and think that my knowledge, Cui Chan, is just a ball of waste paper in the trash can. If you, the literary sage, knead it and spread it flat, you are disgusted with dirty hands!" "

The old man shook his head and said: "Because of your question, I have been thinking about it for many years before you. No matter how I deduced it at that time, there was only one conclusion: the embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by ant nests, the floods were flooding, and in the end it was out of control. Because Not only will you treat the symptoms but not the root cause, but if your knowledge foundation is not solid enough, this knowledge with excellent original intentions will have big problems. For example, if you build a high-rise building, the taller you build it, the more beautiful it will be. Once the foundation is unstable, strong winds will If you blow it, it will collapse, hurting people even more.”

Cui Zhang was stunned on the spot, but still a little unconvinced.

The old man sighed and said helplessly: "You have to know that our Confucianism is diseased and not perfect. So many rules, as the world goes by, cannot be fixed once and for all. This is also normal. If the truth is the earliest The person who said it is the most right and best, what should future generations do? Why study?"

"The method given by the sages is the most general and the most righteous, so it is gentle and beneficial. It is a dietary supplement that has hundreds of benefits and no harm. However, the premise of dietary supplements is that everyone eats the 'Confucian' food. right?"

"But sometimes, just like a person, as the body function declines, or due to exposure to wind and sun, there will be times when food supplements can neither provide immediate results nor save lives. This requires medicinal supplements. "

"But when using medicine, you need to be very careful. The ancient saints only dared to taste the herbs before they dared to say which plants and trees were medicine and which were poison."

"You, Cui Han, are so impatient, are you really willing to put in this effort? Your junior brother Qi Jingchun has reminded you many times, you Cui Han are too smart, your heart is as high as the sky, and you never like to work in low places, how can this be done? If you are just a child playing around and just want to be the master of the academy, then the river you dug, even if the dike is actually full of holes, and when the flood breaks the dike in the end, someone will be able to save you. But once your knowledge, once When Confucianism and Taoism become the mainstream, if something goes wrong, who will come to the rescue? Me? Or the sage of rites, or the sages of the sage? Even if these few come to the rescue, how can you, Cui Chan, be sure that when the time comes, the saints of Buddhism and Taoism will , Not to cause chaos? Not to turn this vast world into a world that promotes the teachings of their two religions? "

Cui Chan still refused to admit defeat.

The old scholar was a little tired, "Although I thought of your work knowledge earlier, you concentrated on it and thought further than I did. Finally, I also had an idea and thought I could give it a try, so The real "three or four battles" hidden under the surface are the two great dynasties in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, each promoting "rituals and music" and "merit", and then looking at the success and failure of each sixty years later , Of course, the whole world knows what the outcome will be, I lost, so I have to imprison myself in the Forest of Merit."

Cui Chan's face was full of bewilderment. When he suddenly stood up, he said, "You lied!"

The old man said calmly: "Forgot again? When debating and arguing with others, your mentality must be upright and peaceful, and don't act out of emotion."

Cui Chan sat down on his stool in despair and murmured: "How could you bet on this? How could I lose..."

The old scholar turned his head and looked across the yard, "Be careful, don't take it seriously."

The tall woman replied lazily: "I know."

The old scholar then took a sip of wine and laughed at himself: "It's okay to drink to drown your sorrows, but it's even better to use alcohol to make people brave."

The old scholar put down the wine pot, straightened his clothes, and said slowly: "In our righteous world, two words are written all over our world. Cui Chan, what do you mean?"

Cui Chen simply replied subconsciously: "Order!"

After blurting out the words, Cui Chan was full of regrets.

The old man looked solemn and solemn, nodded and said solemnly: "Yes, etiquette and rules are order. The second saint in my Confucian tradition, the Li Sheng, pursues an order. Everything in the world is orderly and orderly. These rules were all "snatched" by the Lisheng from the other side of the road with great pains, one by one, horizontally and vertically, and then he built a "broken thatched cottage" as he mocked himself, to protect the common people from the wind and rain. The thatched cottage was very big. , so big that almost everyone can’t reach the deepest part of the wall even if they spend their whole life, and so big that all practitioners, no matter how high their cultivation level is, can’t touch the roof. So this is the freedom and stability of all living beings. "

Cui Chan sneered: "As for Qi Jingchun, his knowledge has hit the roof, and as for A Liang, his cultivation has hit the wall. What should we do now? What should these people do? These proud men of heaven. , why can’t you go out of your own way, open the door of the house built by Master Lisheng, and build a brand new thatched cottage somewhere else?!”

Having said this, Cui Han subconsciously pointed at the door of this room.

At this moment, the young man in white has a sharp face and an imposing aura.

It can be seen that Cui Han has involuntarily devoted himself to it. It may even be not only the thoughts of young Cui Chan, but also the most complete subconscious mind of Cui Chan deep in his soul.

The old man smiled and said: "Pursue the absolute freedom in your hearts? Yes, but what confidence do you have that you can ensure that you will walk through that door in the end instead of smashing the wall with one punch or smashing through the roof? It makes the original helper This thatched cottage that you sheltered from the wind and rain and grew to its final height suddenly became precarious and leaked from all sides?"

Cui Chen laughed and said: "Old man, you said you have absolute freedom, why do you care about this?! Why do you decide that the new house we built after we demolished the old thatched hut will not be larger and more stable than before? ?”

The old man smiled, "Oh? Aren't you back to the origin of my path? You, Cui Chan, haven't even broken my rules, and you still want to break the order of the sage?"

Cui Chan said angrily: "How does this mean that human nature is inherently evil? Old man, you are talking nonsense!"

The old man said calmly: "Don't ask me this question. I'm going to give you a wide berth. I'll take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to ask you your own heart while your soul is intact."

Cui Chan was dumbfounded.

In the end, it seemed that between heaven and earth, only two people, old scholar and Chen Pingan, were left, one old and one young, sitting opposite each other.

The old man smiled and said: "The sages of etiquette want order, and everyone knows the rules. I hope everyone will follow the rules. Later, the wanderers spread knowledge. When the wanderers became a family, there were emperors' schools, and later there were imperial examinations. Recruiting the common people, teaching them without distinction, provides the possibility of a carp jumping over the dragon's gate, and a poor family is no longer without a noble son. The rules are comprehensive, hard work, and the further you go, the people's hearts will fluctuate, and the more thankless you will be. Human nature is evil, There are so many people in the world who put down their chopsticks and scold their mothers when they are full."

The old man looked up at the young man, "So I am looking for two words now, order."

The old man said to himself, "I just want to sort out all the things in the world in a clear order. For example, the crux of the problem is that the saints have taught the world enough criteria for 'hateful' and 'poor' , but people in the world don’t know enough about the distinction between ‘priority’ and ‘priority’. You didn’t even sort out ‘hateful’ clearly, so you went to care about ‘poor’, how can you do that? Right?”

Chen Pingan nodded.

The old man smiled and asked: "From what it sounds like, isn't the word order far worse than the word order?"

Chen Pingan frowned.

The old man laughed loudly, no matter how much the young man could figure it out, he was enjoying himself and took a sip of wine, "If these two words are placed in the shabby hut of Li Sheng, of course it can only be regarded as patchwork. I am exhausted. He is just a tinkerer of morality and etiquette, but if you put these two words into a larger and broader place, it would be extraordinary."

Chen Pingan asked: "Where?"

The old man lifted the jug and placed it in the center of the table, then spread his palms and slapped it heavily on the table. "From this point of view, the dilapidated hut like the jug is just a resting place along the long river of time. But."

The old man paused for a moment and said with a smile: "The shape of this long river of time depends on the river bed. Although the two complement each other, at the same time, there is indeed a 'conditioned dharma'. There are many sayings in the world, flowing down the river , it just clicked, so I wanted to give it a try.”

Chen Pingan asked: "The sage of rites requires people to live in peace and stability within the rules. Sometimes, the absolute freedom of a small number of people has to be sacrificed? And old sir, do you want everyone to follow your rules?" In the order, go forward on the avenue you drew?"

The old man smiled and added: "Don't think I'm gesticulating. My sequence will not be too much or too little. I just put in the effort at the source of the avenue. Then the water flows will branch off and enter the sea separately, or they will merge in the middle and become a lake. Okay, it doesn’t matter if it continues to flow, everyone is free to do so.”

The old man leaned forward, took out the flask, took a sip of wine, and asked with a smile: "Chen Ping'an, what do you think? Are you willing to follow Qi Jingchun's arrangement and become my disciple?"

Chen Pingan appeared hesitant to speak for the second time.

The old man looked smiling and amiable, and repeated again: "Just say what you think, don't worry about whether it's right or wrong, there are no outsiders here."

The young man took a deep breath, straightened his back, put his fists on his knees, and said solemnly: "Because I haven't really read the book, I don't know what the order of the rites is, and I don't know the order of the old man. I can’t understand the essence of it.”

The old man smiled and said: "Go on, just say it boldly. I have seen some very bad people in the world, very bad things happened, and my temper has been tempered very well."

Chen Ping'an's eyes became brighter and brighter, "In the small town, I killed Cai Jinjian for myself, and I went to fight the mountain ape for my friend Liu Xianyang. Later, I promised Mr. Qi to escort Li Baoping and others to study, and later, I promised that the fairy sister would become As a qigong practitioner, I can do these things with peace of mind. I just nod my head and just do it. I don’t need to think too much about it.”

Chen Pingan continued: "Mr., you said a lot before. I have been listening carefully. After thinking about some of them, I think they make sense. For example, I hate that pitiful place. I think it is right. The order cannot be wrong, so at that time I just want to say, I wanted to kill that ghost in wedding clothes then, and I want to kill her even more now, and I will definitely kill her in the future. I want to tell her, no matter how great your grievances are, you are not passing on your pain to For the reason of an innocent person, I want to tell her personally that you have your pitiful points, but you deserve to die!"

This boy from Mud Bottle Alley, who had always seemed to have a gentle temperament, was extremely energetic at this moment.

Chen Ping'an's tone became more firm, and he said slowly: "But those things that I can't understand, and maybe even things that I can't even think of so far away in my life, I won't get them in my hands, because if I don't think I can do it, Why do you still agree to others? Is it because you are embarrassed? Because you will let others down by not agreeing? But the answer to the question is very simple. You agreed, but you never had the confidence to do it. If you can't do it in the future, others won't More disappointed?"

The old scholar suppressed his smile and had a serious expression on his face. After thinking for a moment, he became slightly absent-minded. He habitually stretched out two fingers, as if twisting a peanut from the dish.

In the small courtyard, the tall woman narrowed her eyes and smiled.

She had deliberately put on a resentful and sad attitude before, but why didn't the young man justly reject her?

What if it were someone like Ma Kuxuan or Xie Shi, Cao Xi?

For the sake of a girl who is already far away and has only known each other for a month, risking to offend a sword spirit who has lived for ten thousand years and will need to depend on each other in the future?

Is this a small thing?

It's a small thing.

But it's definitely not a trivial matter.

The battle for the great road has lasted for a long time, and it is too scary to think deeply about some of the subtleties. This is the most unpredictable and dangerous place.

Whenever a Qi practitioner’s cultivation is higher and he is closer to the sky, the flaws in his state of mind will be infinitely magnified. For example, if a flaw in Taozu’s body is no bigger than a mustard seed, once it is transformed into a real image, I am afraid that the gap pierced by a sword in the Yellow River Cave is even bigger.

For example, during that seemingly trivial time, if it were the child in Mud Bottle Alley, under the "kindness" invitation of the vendor, the child chose the bunch of free candied haws, took it, and ate it happily. , and then skipped back to the ancestral home in Mupin Lane. He ate the candied haws and threw the bamboo sticks away. It seemed that nothing happened, but did nothing really happen?

Can young Chen Ping'an still have the fate he has today?

Inside the room, Chen Pingan looked at the old man, "Even if it is what Mr. Qi wants me to do, as long as I think it can't be done, I will still not agree. Just like some things, I have thought about it seriously, but I feel that it is still wrong. , then even if someone holds a knife and puts it on my neck, I will still tell him that no matter who he is, this is wrong."

The young man's tone was calm.

Chen Pingan finally said: "I am not the kind of person who can go very far in a subject. Reading and literacy is a very simple thing for me, just to be able to write Spring Festival couplets myself and post them at the door of my house. In the future, I can write tombstones for my parents. At most, I just read some principles of life, and definitely don’t have too many ideas. So, old gentleman, I will not be your disciple."

Cui Chang turned pale and sweated profusely when he heard this.

Even Li Baoping felt that something was wrong. She secretly picked up the seal from the table and was about to shoot someone with it. She didn't care whether it was the bad guy Cui Chan or the husband's husband. The junior uncle was the biggest in the world.

The old man just asked kindly: "Is this what you think now, right? If you feel that it was wrong before, will you change your mind and turn around and ask me to accept you as a disciple?"

Chen Pingan said without hesitation: "Of course! But if you are not willing to accept me as a student by then, I will not force it. I may regret it, but certainly not many."

The old man had a strange look on his face, "I, the great literary saint, who once ranked among the top saints in the Confucian Confucian Temple, want to accept you as a closed disciple. What a blessing, good things and great opportunities, suddenly fell on your head. Isn't it better to put it away quickly and put it in your pocket first? If there is a problem, your husband will be there anyway, so what are you afraid of? No matter how you look at it, it is a good thing with no harm at all."

Chen Ping'an suddenly said, "If you do something against your will, don't even take a step forward."

The old man sighed, "Since the time has not come yet, I will not force others to do anything."

The old man turned around and smiled, "I am disappointed that I can't become a master and apprentice, but Qi Jingchun must not be disappointed at all. Such Chen Ping'an is very stubborn, just like Qi Jingchun when he was a boy. I'm afraid this is what he used to be. In the alley, why am I willing to bow to you in return?"

Chen Ping'an was baffled.

The old scholar had slowly stood up and looked at the three children, "It is a good thing to sit and talk."

The old scholar smiled and said: "But don't forget, it is more important to take action, otherwise all moral articles will have no standing."

The old scholar suddenly began to enjoy himself, smiled broadly, clasped his hands behind his back, shook his head and walked out of the room, tut-tutting: "The old gentleman sits down and talks about Tao, and the young man gets up and does it, good, great good!"

Li Baoping said angrily: "Only the young man, what about me?!"

The old man opened the door and said with a hearty smile: "Yes, yes, there is also the little girl Li Baoping from Aquarius Island!"

Chen Ping'an thought to himself: "Sit down and talk about the Tao, then practice it. This is a good saying, I must remember it."

The young Cui Han sat there blankly, suddenly trembled, and after regaining consciousness, he stood up, bowed, and said to Chen Pingan: "Sir!"

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Why are you still here?"

Cui Chan joked with a playful smile: "Sir, when you wanted to kill me before, was it because you didn't want to pay back the money? It's several thousand taels of silver."

Chen Pingan said calmly: "If you are killed by me tonight, as long as I, Chen Pingan, have money in the future, I will definitely help you build a tomb worth two thousand taels of silver."

Cui Chen looked embarrassed, and finally he could only say one sentence, "Thank you."