Sword of Coming

The barefoot old man walked out of the bamboo building at some point, stood on the edge of the cliff, came to Chen Ping'an, and asked with a smile: "Why, after passing a big pass, are you thinking about the bitterness and sweetness?"

Chen Ping'an was interrupted from his thoughts. After coming back to his senses, he took a sip of wine, turned around and said with a smile: "Isn't this not good?"

The old man was dressed in plain white linen clothes and looked particularly refreshing and neat. "Not so good? Very good. Life is hopeless and tasteless. Only those who can endure hardship and enjoy blessings are true heroes. When you endure hardship, , don’t talk to people about how miserable I am when you see them, like a little girl, when you enjoy happiness, just accept it with peace of mind, you have earned a good life by your own skills, why can you only hide in bed? Having fun?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "Old-timer may not be happy if I say some of my words, but they are indeed what I say from my heart. Old-timer, are you willing to listen? I have never told anyone else, not even my best friend, Liu Xianyang. Never heard of it.”

The barefoot old man squatted on the bamboo chair and next to the young man, "Oh? That miserable and miserable thing when you were young? Okay, tell me and it will make me happy."

Chen Pingan took a sip of wine without being annoyed, and handed over the vermilion gourd. The old man waved his hand and said that he disliked the wine. Chen Pingan opened his heart and said slowly: "Even if I practice boxing, I scream in pain every day, and even secretly cry. Several times, I felt like I was really going to be beaten to death by the old-timers, but until now, I still feel that the most uncomfortable time in my life was when I was a child. The first time I went into the mountains to collect herbs by myself, I remember it very clearly. The sun was so bright in the sky, so I carried a big backpack that was almost as tall as me. At that time, I was very anxious, thinking that if the backpack was big, I could hold a lot of medicinal materials, and my mother would get better faster, and then I walked As I walked, I wore out the skin on my shoulders. When exposed to the sun, I was sweating profusely and it was burning. The key was that I had just walked out of the town at that time. The thought of being in such pain for a long time or a day made me want to die. ”

The old man sneered.

But it's not a joke on Chen Pingan, but it reminds me of the rich clothes, fine food, and hairpins of the Cui family's children for generations. They are the top wealthy families in Aquarius Continent. Then when the little brats were practicing boxing, they just stood there and followed each other. As if I have been wronged a lot, I start to complain to my parents when I return home. Or when it is cold in spring and winter, wrapping myself in fox fur is like wrapping rice dumplings. When I attend morning classes at home school, I feel like I have eaten the biggest meal in the world. On New Year's Eve, I wanted to ask some ancestors for a big lucky money letter. The old man couldn't stand it, but the other brothers of the same generation really did this. Children who can cry have candy. Eat.

Chen Ping'an continued: "The second time, I was hungry. The rice jar at home was at the bottom, and all the things that could be sold were sold. I was hungry all day, and I didn't have the shame to ask for help, so I walked up and down the alley. I thought about others taking the initiative to say hello and asking me if I wanted to have a meal. It was really cold in the winter that year, but it was fine in summer and autumn. No matter how poor my family was, it didn’t matter if I wore less clothes, and going to the mountains to collect herbs could Earn some copper coins and bring home wild vegetables and fruits every time you collect herbs. Or you can borrow an iron hammer from a neighbor and go to the stream to hit the rocks. Then you can knock out the small fish hiding under it and go home to stick it. Once you dry it on the wall, you don’t need to dip it in oil or salt at all. You can eat it after drying it, and it’s delicious. But that winter, I really had no choice. I would starve to death if I didn’t ask for help. What should I do? I was thin-skinned at first and kept telling Myself, Chen Ping'an, you promised your mother that you would live well in the future. How could you expect that your parents had only been gone for a year and you were just like a beggar? So I was lying on the bed at that time, thinking that if I endured it, I could get rid of that. My hunger was gone. I didn’t know that I was hungry. I didn’t faint from hunger. Instead, I became more and more awake as I got hungrier. I had no choice but to get up and walk out of the yard. I walked into the alley again. I tried to knock on the door several times, but I always withdrew my hand. , I couldn't talk like that. Then I told myself that I would take a final walk to Mud Bottle Alley from one end to the other. If no one opened the door, tell me Xiaopingan. Do you have food at this late hour? If not, come in. Eat whatever you want. Then I really went to knock on the door and beg for help. I just swore silently in my stomach that when I grow up, I will repay the family who is willing to give me food. In the end, I went from the Cao family’s ancestral house to the other side of the house. I started walking down the alley, but when I got to the end of the alley where Gu Can's house was, no one opened the door."

The old man laughed loudly without any sympathy, "What, which door did you knock on last? Will they take you in for a meal?"

When Chen Ping'an said this, he didn't have much languid and miserable expression, and became more energetic, as if he had taken a sip of the most delicious wine, "I had no choice but to cry and walk back, but before I walked out a few steps, behind me, The courtyard door creaked open. I didn't dare to look back at first, but someone took the initiative to say hello to me. I quickly wiped my face, turned around and saw a neighbor holding a fire dragon in his hand. , it’s a small stove with copper inside and bamboo on the outside, the kind that can be carried around in your hand. She seemed surprised to see me."

The old man clicked his tongue and said: "There is no end to the road, how can you just have a full meal for nothing?"

Chen Pingan wiped his face hard, it was full of tears, but his face was full of smiles, "No, the neighbor thought about it and asked me with a smile, Xiao Pingan, are you really good at going into the mountains to collect herbs? Do you really know those medicinal materials?" ? Of course I said I knew it, and I really wasn’t bragging. In the past two years, I would go into the mountains to collect herbs almost every once in a while, and I was almost more familiar with it than Mu Bottle Alley. She smiled and waved to me, He said loudly, "Okay, Xiaopingan, come here. I want to ask you something. My bones can't stand the cold. I need some herbs to make soup to replenish my body. But Yang's shop is too evil and expensive. I can't stand it." I can't afford it. Xiaopingan, can you go to the mountains to collect herbs after spring? I'll give you copper coins, but the price must be lower.'"

Chen Ping'an said softly: "I walked over and discussed things with her, and she handed me her fire dragon. After talking about the matter, she saw that I didn't move, so she smiled and asked, why? I didn't eat. You still want to cheat on food and drink? No, unless it is included in the money for medicinal materials, I will not let you in this door!"

Chen Pingan looked into the distance with a smile, "I haven't seen anything since my parents left. Many of my peers scolded me as the trouble that killed my parents. Even though I watched them fly kites from a distance, Even if I fish in the river, some people will throw stones at me. There are also some adults who like to call me a bastard, saying that a lowly child like me is dirty even if I work as a cow or horse for a rich family, and is worse than the broken porcelain in Lao Ci Mountain. The movie was still in the way. But that day, that woman was chatting with me, saying that she had to spend money to eat. Senior, you must not know how happy I was. When I entered the room to eat, my tears suddenly returned. She felt dissatisfied all over her face, so she joked, "Hey, Xiao Ping An, are my skills too good or too bad to make people cry? At that time, I only dared to lower my head to eat. Say it’s delicious.”

The old man hummed and reminded: "Have you ever thought that that neighbor actually wanted to help you? But he found a better way."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "I didn't expect it at first, but then I ate and paid more often, and I soon understood it."

That neighbor later became Gu Can's mother.

So every time Mrs. Gu Can quarreled with someone, Chen Pingan would watch from the side. Several times when the quarrels got serious, a group of women would rush up to her, scratch her face and pull her hair. Chen Pingan would run up to her at that time. He protected her and didn't fight back, letting the women vent their anger on him.

So Chen Pingan never thinks that he is a bad person.

If Gu Can's mother is such a good person, no matter how bad her reputation is in Xinghua Lane, Ni Ping Lane, Chen Ping'an is his lifesaver. If she doesn't want to repay him properly, Chen Ping'an will feel that he is not a human being.

What's wrong with giving Gu Can a small loach? Knowing that it was a big opportunity, what's wrong.

Chen Ping'an didn't feel distressed at all.

When the world gives you kindness, you must cherish it and cherish the blessings, no matter how big or small.

Therefore, what Old Man Yao said to the half-master of the kiln, Chen Pingan thought at that time was the best truth in the world.

If it's yours, grab it. If it's not yours, don't think too much about it.

No one in the world owes you anything, but if you owe someone else, don’t take it seriously.

Later, Chen Pingan treated Liu Xianyang in the same way.

After all, going up the mountain to collect medicine is not a long-term solution. It was Liu Xianyang who taught Chen Pingan how to set traps to catch game, how to make earthen bows, and how to fish. When it came to firing porcelain in the Long Kiln, it was the older Liu Xianyang who protected Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan lived such a miserable life from a child to a teenager, and lived to be able to support himself. Although he was very willing to be reasonable, if Gu Can or Liu Xianyang were involved, such as the time when he moved the mountain ape, Chen Pingan would just talk nonsense. If you are capable enough, then you will die for it.

Chen Ping'an once said to a foreign girl that if he finds a girl as good as his mother in the future, even if she is bullied by some Taoist ancestor, he will still roll up his sleeves and fight. It's another thing whether you are willing to fight this fight for your wife. Marrying such a good daughter-in-law, I don't know how to feel distressed, Chen Ping'an is heartbroken.

Of course, Chen Ping'an thought he had found such a good girl, but he hadn't said it yet, so he decided to take the next trip to the world.

He must carry the two swords he secretly named "Demon Subduer" and "Demon Exorcist" on his back, walk up to her, muster up the courage to tell her loudly, "Miss Ning, Ning Yao! Whether you like me or not, I will I like you, I like you very much!”

As for whether it's a slap in the face or whether we can't even be friends, I'll have to talk to her shamelessly!

The old man grabbed the sword-raising gourd from Chen Pingan's hand, raised his head and took a big sip, but did not throw it back to Chen Pingan immediately. He said angrily: "This wine is really not good, you continue to talk about trivial things. It is only worthy of being served as an accompaniment to this pot of bad wine."

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and put his hands in his sleeves. "After I got through that winter, I seemed to have enlightened myself and became thicker-skinned. I was really hungry, so I went to ask for food, and I remembered it every time. I thought that after the freezing, I could go into the mountains and return the copper coins I earned to them. Some kind-hearted old people would take the initiative to give me old clothes. I would no longer feel embarrassed. I said that there was no shortage of things at home, so I kept them honestly. In those few years, I worked hard to collect herbs in the mountains, but I still made very little money. I was really too weak. There were many medicinal materials in Yang’s shop but it was hard to find them. This is normal. Where can I get the medicinal materials that are easy to find? Let me earn this money, right? So I help the neighbors. I help them fetch water from the lock well in the morning. When there is farm work, I go to the fields to help. I squat there at night and help them grab water. Water, lest others cut off the canal, I didn't dare to work hard, I had to hide far away, and waited until the young men left before I dared to dig open secretly and introduce the water source into the neighbor's paddy field. I waited until the night to When I saw that the paddy fields were full, I went to fill in the ditches and dams again. I was chased and beaten many times for this purpose. Fortunately, I was young but I ran fast, so I didn't really suffer much. "

The barefoot old man drank wine leisurely, saying that the wine was not good, but in fact he drank sip after sip. He listened to the trivial things in the market about old sesame seeds and rotten millet, but the old man did not feel too upset.

Chen Ping'an said what was in his heart without restraint, and felt much happier, so he reached for the wine bottle. The old man raised his elbow, slapped the young man's palm off, and said politely: "Wait a moment."

The old man held the wine gourd with his fingers and said slowly: "Chen Ping'an, you have said so many nonsense and trivial things. Do you want to listen to me talk about some useless truths? These words are what I have said at the peak of my life. Standing at the top of the world's martial arts, what do you think of my vision? It's high enough, but I feel it's worthless. Do you want to hear it?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Say, I just like to listen to people's reasoning."

The old man stood up and said, "I once met an elegant old scholar on the top of a Middle-Earth Divine Continent. I didn't know his identity at the time, but I roughly guessed it later. I just didn't understand his good intentions, so I later became a The miserable land of the crazy old man. I was chatting with the old scholar at that time. Although I was a pure martial artist and kept talking about boxing theory, he was actually a serious scholar and had read a lot of books. By the end of my chat with the old scholar, I I asked him for advice on some things that I couldn't figure out, and then the old scholar roughly explained some of his principles."

The barefoot old man carried a wine bottle and started walking in a circle. "The old scholar said that we live in a very complicated world. Many people's words and deeds, even highly educated scholars, still contradict themselves. , when we see too many things that make no sense, we will inevitably ask whether the principles in the book are wrong, or whether the principles have not been explained thoroughly or completely."

"Then the question is, what should we do? How should we treat this world where many people talk the truth but do things that don't make sense? There are ways. One is to live a pure life. I have strong fists, strong swordsmanship, and Taoism. I am very strong, so I use these to break something. Complex problems can be solved simply, as long as I am happy. If the rules of heaven and earth restrain me, I will break them with one punch. If there are avenues in the world that suppress me, I have a sword to break all laws. Even if I feel so hearty for a while, but I always think so, unswervingly, and keep walking in this direction. There can be such people, but not everyone can be like this."

At this point, the old man stopped, looked at Chen Pingan, and laughed at himself: "I am this kind of person."

"The old scholar continued, one is to live very smartly and save worry and effort. The word "rules" is used to exploit loopholes. If a scholar is like this, he is a cynic. Or he must choose between what is reasonable and reasonable, and choose what is reasonable. My feelings are not in line with the principles of the world, so that the hustle and bustle is all for profit and gain. If this 'profit' could be replaced by the word 'property', how much better would the world be?"

“The last kind is living very boringly, thinking about complex problems even more complicated, breaking down the truth, sorting it out carefully, and thinking about it slowly.

Finally, I want to understand why. You may go around in a big circle while doing something, only to find that you just returned to the same place, but is it really useless? There are still some. After thinking about it, I will feel very comfortable in my heart. It's like...like taking a sip of old wine, warm and delicious. "

"The Confucian saints that we scholars admire are actually not as perfect and humane as the world thinks. However, the true knowledge of Confucianism is by no means that bad. Even if you don't agree with the four words "human nature is inherently good", it doesn't matter. But after all, it can persuade people to do good."

The barefoot old man walked in circles and finally stopped, "I'm not sure whether that old scholar is that person, but looking back now, if he is really that person, then it's not easy for the old scholar to be willing to tell me this calmly. After all, I went to the Middle-earth Divine Continent to destroy other people's places."

The old man raised his arm, took a big gulp of strong wine, threw the sword gourd to the young man, and laughed loudly into the distance: "In the past, I traveled far and wide, and I was full of lofty words. I couldn't express them faster!"

The old man stood on the edge of the cliff, stepped out and looked at the sky, "When I walk between heaven and earth, with the scorching sun and bright moon in the sky, I have to ask, is there enough light between heaven and earth?"

The old man turned his head and asked with a smile: "Chen Ping'an! Do you think it's enough?!"

Chen Ping'an was just about to lower his head and take a sip of wine. After hearing the question, he had to raise his head and said vaguely: "Not enough?"

The old man laughed loudly and pointed into the distance, "When I walk on the rivers and lakes, the rivers are surging and the water is rolling. I have to ask, is the water in the rivers enough to quench my thirst?"

Chen Pingan took the time to take a sip of wine quickly. After hearing the old man's heroic words, he became a little heroic for no reason. He held a wine gourd in one hand and a fist in the other and beat his knees. He joined in the fun and shouted loudly: "Not enough!"

The old man added, "When I walk on the top of the mountains, among the beautiful buildings and jade buildings, and the immortals in the sea of ​​clouds, you have to ask me, is the strong wind on the top of the mountain cool enough?"

Chen Ping'an, whose face was flushed, took another swig of wine. With the stamina of the wine, his face was radiant and he laughed wildly for the first time and said: "Not enough! Not enough! Not enough wine, not enough rivers and mountains! not enough!"

Over there in the bamboo house, the two little guys looked at each other.

The girl in the pink skirt is a little worried that her master will become a little drunkard?

The boy in Tsing Yi murmured, "Is the master crazy?" Could it be that you have become stupid by practicing boxing? Hey, then I don’t have to practice so diligently? How about being lazy for a few days?

In the end, Chen Ping'an and his chair fell drunk together.

From then on, there was an alcoholic young man in the world.