Sword of Coming

A group of women and girls wash their clothes by the water. Where mountains and rivers meet, there is a short dipping creek with orchid buds, and the mountains are lush with pines and cypresses.

The woman called Aunt Liu by Chen Pingan spread the clothes on the bluestone slabs by the stream together with her daughter Li Liu.

In the small town at the foot of Lion Peak, there are four to five hundred families. There are quite a few people. It seems to be bordered by Lion Peak, but in fact it is separated by a thin line. The mountain climbing road is some distance away from the small town. No matter how naughty children are playing, they will stop at the mountain gate at most. Whoever dares to offend the fairy head Qingxiu on the mountain will be taken home by the elders afterwards. On the bench, his buttocks burst into tears and wept.

People who are familiar to everyone in a small town are either those who work in the county yamen at home, earn a lot of money outside, and build a big house when they return home, or the younger members of the family are the seeds of studying, or there are many people in front of the door. Right and wrong pretty widows, and Aunt Liu who opened a shop to welcome and send them to do business. In the market and the countryside, those who are not forgiving are often not forgiven. Once they come and go, they all know Aunt Liu In the past, the women in this small town always liked to laugh at the woman surnamed Liu. No one believed her when she often said that her son was a boy studying in that big academy. I don’t even want to believe it, so what if the daughter is beautiful, it’s not the water poured out by the married daughter, otherwise I already have such a beautiful daughter, and the ancestral grave is full of smoke. As a maid, if there is another son who is expected to be famous, she will take all the great benefits by herself, how can they live? Can you feel happy?

Recently, a very kind-looking young man came to the cloth shop. He helped the shop carry water a few times. He was courteous and thoughtful. He looked like a scholar with a lot of strength. Water, I can still recognize people. After greeting and chatting once today, I can call people enthusiastically the next day. When I first arrived in the town, I picked out a lot of gifts for door-to-door. I heard that it was the distant relative of Li Mujie, but the women didn't think it was the same, most of them were the best friends of Li Liu's daughter, and some women from relatively well-to-do families even went to the shop to see for themselves, okay, In the end, not only did they not pick out the faults of the young people, but everyone spent a lot of money there, bought a lot of fabrics and went home, and said a few more words to the men in the family.

If that young man is glib and only cares about helping the shop to earn black-hearted money, that's fine. They can join forces and poke Mrs. Liu's back in the back, and find such a money-hating son-in-law who can't get on the stage. Hurting the woman and the shop in person had a lot to say, but after the women complained to their men, they turned around and touched the fabric by themselves. Except for those who deal with firewood, rice, oil and salt, can't tell the good from the bad? The young man helped them choose the cotton cloth and satin, and he never deliberately let them buy the expensive ones. If they really have a good eye, it is not a good deal to choose expensive ones, and the younger generations will stop them from spending the wrong money. They are all sold according to their figures, clothes and hairpins. These women who have daughters in their families feel good when they see it. It can really make their mothers look younger by several years. Three, the shop clearly sold at a discount.

So the women didn't think that Mrs. Liu had found such a good son-in-law who was too high to be climbed. People in the market are most concerned about this kind of superficial truth.

Therefore, Li's shop chose such a son-in-law, and it would not be so good that it would make the neighbors jealous, but they had to admit that such a young man was not bad, and he was able to live a long-term life.

The son-in-law of other people's family is not very good, but he is not bad, and the women feel a little different in their hearts.

Li Liu listened to his mother in a comfortable mood chatting with others, thinking about these things while tinkering with clothes, starting from small things to big things. Small things happen in shops and small towns, and big things don't even happen in a world of grandeur.

She fell into the Lizhu Cave in this life, which was originally carefully arranged by the Yang's shop, she knew that this time, it would be different, otherwise it would not be so close to the Yang's shop, in fact it was the same. When she went to the shop with her father Li Er, Li Er was working as a handyman in the front, and she went to the backyard, it was the first time that old man Yang said something serious to her, saying that if she still practiced according to the old method, Changing the identity of the skin again and again, climbing the mountain quickly, only turning around on the top of the mountain, and accumulating ten lifetimes and a thousand years later, he is still a half-baked person who is not even a human being, and will still be stuck in the bottleneck of the fairyland. Taking a step back, So what if he cultivated the Ascension Realm in this life? How big can a fist be? Let's take a step back and say, there are so many saints in the Confucian Academy, do you really give Li Liu a chance to show off? After dying once, he died again. Such a cycle of death and rebirth has little meaning. It can only be that every time you die, you will accumulate a sum of merit, or you will break the rules and be recorded by the Confucian Temple once.

During those years in Lizhu Cave, Li Liu didn't show his face very much. The neighbors on the west side of the town gave him the impression that he was born more beautiful and looked like her mother, but his temper was like Li Er's. He was diligent and didn't speak much. There are neither particularly good friends of the same age nor elders who can criticize the things that are brought out.

Li Liu would often go to the school to pick up Li Huai from school, but he had never spoken to that Mr. Qi.

When Mr. Qi was giving lectures, if he saw a girl outside the school, he would take a look at them, at most he would just smile and nod slightly.

It seems that he is just treating him with courtesy, or is he regarded as a human being?

Li Liu has seen so many strange things in the world, coupled with her status, she has long been used to ignoring the world, and at first she didn't think much about it, but just regarded the Academy Mountain Master as an ordinary Confucian saint who sits in a small world.

Li Liu once asked Yang's shop, the teacher who could only tell the truth with the rural Mengtong all year round, if he knew his origin, but the old man Yang didn't give an answer back then.

The only time Mr. Qi talked to her was when he came to drink with his father Li Er.

When she brought a few plates of poor food and wine to the table, Mr. Qi smiled and said something to her, "Li Liu, we were born in the world, there is not much difference in fact, it is just a game that seems to have no chance to return to our hometown. It’s not our skin that is decaying day by day, it’s just what we think, not even what we want, how far we want to go, it’s just the knowledge of the word “how” Kung fu, life is short, and in the end, the strength can no longer help me move forward. When the time comes, I will look back and see the route when I came, it is what I did step by step, and what I came out of."

Then Mr. Qi gently picked up the big white bowl containing bad home-brewed wine, "To respect you, we are the only ones who have this big world, and I, Qi Jingchun, can drink here."

Mr. Qi drank it all in one gulp.

Li Liu didn't say anything, but just drank a bowl too.

At that time, in the house, the woman was snoring like thunder, and the child named Li Huai was talking softly in her sleep, maybe she was dreaming and still worrying about playing today, missing homework, what excuse should she find when she arrives at school tomorrow morning , Fortunately, Mr. Stern got away with it.

Walking back to the shop with his mother, Li Liu was holding a bamboo basket, while street men whistled on the road.

The woman was talking about Li Huai, a heartless person, why he didn't send a letter back after so long, did she forget about her mother after being out in the wild, but she was worried that Li Huai was out alone, not enough to eat and not warm, Being bullied by others, people outside don't end up quarreling and quarreling. What should Li Huai do if he suffers a loss and there is no one around him to support him.

Li Liu comforted his mother with words, and the woman turned her head and said that she was the most heartless. Li Huai was far away from home, so she couldn't honor her parents. Enjoy the blessings on the mountain, and let your parents earn some hard money every day at the foot of the mountain.

Li Liu was a little helpless, as if Chen Pingan was better at this kind of thing, a few words could make people feel at ease.

On the mirror of Lion Peak Cave House.

Li Er was not in a hurry to let Chen Ping punch out today, but instead talked about the principles of boxing for the first time.

Li Er went straight to the point and said: "We martial arts practitioners, martial arts and martial arts, in the final analysis, what we nurture is the strength to defeat the enemy and fight. Children and children in the market probably hope that they will punch down the wall and crack bricks, killing people. It is because of nature. So I, Li Er, never believe in the inherent goodness of human nature. It’s just that Confucianism is well disciplined and people believe it. I always feel that it is a good thing to be a good person who is not clear about how good it is. Don't talk about it, so wicked people commit crimes, many warriors bully others, and most of them know that they are doing something wrong. This is the merit of a scholar."

Li Erchao and Chen Pingan grinned, "Although I don't study, I'm a vulgar wild man who competes with the crops all day long. There are still two or three reasons. It's just that people who practice martial arts are often taciturn. I am not good at catching mice. My junior brother Zheng Dafeng is not good at this matter. He is like a woman all day long, chattering. There is no way. As long as a person is smart, he can't help thinking and talking. Zheng Dafeng doesn't have a good job, in fact, he has a lot of knowledge, but unfortunately it is too complicated and not pure enough, his fists are stained with muddy water, and he can't get up quickly."

"It's rare to teach boxing. Today I will talk more with you, Chen Pingan, just this once."

Li Er looked at Chen Pingan who was standing not far away, Li Er raised his toes, and gently rubbed the ground, "You and I are standing in two places, you face Li Er, even if it is a six-level confrontation with a ten-level A martial artist still needs to be in an invincible position, the realm is very different, it doesn’t mean that you can’t lose, but confronting a strong enemy, chaotic before the body is moved, and losing before the battle is to seek death.”

Li Er didn't seem to have moved in the slightest.

Chen Pingan immediately slid out a few feet away.

The flowing water around the huge mirror surface stagnated for a fleeting moment, and even showed some signs of flowing backwards.

This is the result of Li Er's fist.

"Having the heart to win and survive is not to be a reckless man who doesn't know the importance. If he retreats and his fists rise, it is not considered half a step back."

Li Er nodded and continued: "Ordinary masters in the market, if they are usually close to the sword, they will naturally not be afraid of the stick. Therefore, pure warriors forge the road, visit their peers more often, learn martial arts, or go to the battlefield, among swords, guns, swords, and halberds. With one enemy ten to one hundred, in addition to people, there are many weapons added to the body. What you practice is to see all directions, listen to all directions, and find a bravery. No matter who you are, you can also dare to punch. "

Li Er said with a smile: "Before learning real kung fu, first endure hardships and beatings. Not only do you need martial arts to build up your physique and make your muscles and bones tough, but you also hope that when there is a gap in strength, you don't have to worry about it. , then indulge in it, and one day, you will suffer from it instead.”

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "The fist is not too high."

Chen Ping quickly added, "It's not easy."

Only then did Li Er stop, otherwise Chen Pingan would only have said that "the fist cannot be higher than the punch", but to receive a solid punch, at least it should start with the tenth realm of arrogance.

Practicing boxing and martial arts, it's hard work, if you just think about not being able to punch, it's not shameful.

Li Er stood in place, breathing as usual, stretched out his left arm, patted his left wrist, forearm, joints and muscles everywhere with his right hand, and said slowly: "The muscles and bones of a person are like the roots of dragon veins, and the muscles everywhere are like mountains and peaks." , hardening the muscles and bones, tempering the body, what is being endured is every tiny boundary, polishing one of the countless tiny details to the extreme, and then adding up, but there is no conflict. With one punch, the city gate must be opened even if it does not open, and the mountains will not open. Broken must be broken!"

Li Er retracted his right hand, and suddenly raised his left hand.

The strong wind was blowing, making Chen Pingan's green shirt rattle.

The water flowing around the mirror is flowing backwards.

Li Er said that Chen Ping listened the most, this is the same as Qi practitioners opening up as many mansions as possible to accumulate spiritual energy.

What I want is the seemingly equal situation in the same situation. I can win the few with the most, and reduce ten meetings with one force.

Li Er slowly opened a fist.

In the end, the boxing frame became a set formula, and Li Er said: "Feet, hands, eyes, frame, strength, energy, mind, internal and external integration, this is the so-called self-contained small world of qi practitioners, we martial arts, with a breath of pure qi, It’s an iron cavalry that expands the territory, but the Qi trainer is the one who pursues meritorious service in defending the territory. He has a huge city and a huge town, and he arranges troops. Of course, these are what Zheng Dafeng said. I can’t think of such fancy things. talk."

Li Er stomped his feet lightly, "If you have no strength in your legs, you are a ghost hitting the wall. At the beginning of your martial arts practice, if you make a wrong step, you are a ghost drawing amulets. Don't even think about the realm of 'full of air and perfect human being'."

Li Er stretched out his finger casually, bent it slightly, and pointed to his eyes, "When you practice martial arts, you must practice a pair of eyes so that you can see the enemy in your heart and see your punches in your eyes."

In an instant, Chen Ping'an's chest was drummed with both fists, and he flew upside down. His figure was floating in the air, his hands grasped the ground, his five fingers were like hooks, and two strings of sparks bloomed on the mirror surface. Chen Ping'an just stopped He stepped backward and did not fall into the water.

Li Er stood where Chen Pingan was standing before, and said: "My punch was neither heavy nor fast, and you still couldn't block it, why? Because your eyes and heart are not trained enough, and against the strong, On the line of life and death, many instincts can not only save lives, but also cause trouble. When I made this action just now, you Chen Pingan subconsciously looked at my fingers and eyes. This is human instinct. Even if you Chen Pingan are careful enough, it is still too late , but this point is that the life and death of a martial artist is a judgment, and fighting with others is not a tour of the mountains and rivers, and will not give you a chance to think carefully. Going further, not knowing what you want is also a serious disease of martial arts."

When Li Er said this, he asked: "Do you, Chen Pingan, think that you are still careful about people? Are you careful enough all the time?"

Chen Pingan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his palm and nodded.

Li Er said: "This is the fault of your flawed boxing intention. I always feel that this skill is good enough, but on the contrary, it is far from enough. You should not be very clear now. , often die in the way they are best at, why? If you are weak, you will be more cautious, and if you punch in your strengths, you will inevitably be complacent and unaware."

Li Er then put out a boxing frame and raised his hand with the fist.

It was Chen Pingan who was very familiar with the school dragon, and the god-man beating drum style he was best at.

Li Er said: "The proverb in martial arts proverbs that three heads and six arms are supernatural powers, it is not a joke in the market. There are thousands of fists in the world, and there are different styles of boxing. The box is the foundation, the stake is the foundation, and the moves are the appearance. The combination of the three , then there are different types of boxing, and there are countless boxing records in the world. You have traveled a lot of rivers and lakes, and you should know that people in the market like to call ordinary people in the rivers and lakes martial arts style, which is the reason."

Li Er stretched his frame, and handed out a punch in the god-man beating drum style, which was also in the god-man beating drum style. It seemed gentle but full of spirit when Li Er used it. In Chen Ping's eyes, it was actually the same as Delivered by yourself, worlds apart.

Li Er once again handed out a punch in the style of a god-man beating the drum, and he had a very different punching intention. He hurried like thunder, stopped punching suddenly, and said with a smile: "Warrior against the enemy, as long as the realm is not too different, the boxing theory is different. Tens of thousands, there are tens of thousands of possibilities for victory or defeat. But once it becomes a martial arts style, it is just a good-looking punch, and the punch is afraid of being young? Kill the master with random punches? The master doesn't care, just one , screaming and showing off the martial arts posture for a long time, and then he died completely."

Chen Ping's head suddenly tilted.

Li Er was already standing in front of him, and he punched Chen Ping'an on the side of the cheek.

Li Er said with a smile: "If you teach it, you will understand it. If you understand it, you can do it again. It's very good."

This was still an "unpleasant" but powerful punch. If Chen Pingan couldn't dodge it, that would be the end of today's punching, and it was time for him to return.

Li Er put away his fist, although Chen Pingan dodged the punch that should have landed firmly on the forehead, a blood groove was cut on his face by the fine wind, and the bleeding continued.

Li Er said: "You kid is good at stealing punches. You have given me punches for so long. Come and learn my meaning of boxing. Try it."

Chen Pingan nodded, imitating Li Er and throwing a punch.

Standing aside, Li Er followed Chen Pingan's fist and walked away, pointing out some flaws in the boxing frame. Halfway through, he kicked Chen Pingan's calf lightly, and then bent his fingers together, hitting Chen Pingan's wrist, elbow and shoulder. Knock lightly, and finally said: "Don't learn boxing to death, everyone's physique is very different, just you and I are different in height, even though you deliberately turned your boxing into yourself and made some changes, it's still not enough. Many meanings. Death power is not expensive, and the method of boxing is the highest, which is higher than a movable type. The boxing is alive, which is equivalent to the second life of our pure martial arts. The yin god who travels far away is more important."

Chen Pingan closed his eyes, and after a while, punched again.

"The direction is right."

Li Er nodded, "Practicing boxing is not cultivating the Tao. No matter how high your realm is, if you don't start from the subtleties, then the muscles and bones will decay, the blood will decay, and the spirit will not be good. None of these things that should be done can escape. Practicing boxing in the same way hurts the body, especially foreign boxing. It is just exchanging life for energy. It's unclear."

Speaking of this, Li Er sat cross-legged and stretched out his hand to greet Chen Pingan to sit down together.

Li Er was silent for a long time, as if recalling some past events, he felt a little emotional, "besides the realism, the implication beyond the imagination", this is what Zheng Dafeng said after he learned boxing, and he repeated it many times. Also remember, you listen to see if there is any benefit. Zheng Dafeng's way of learning boxing is not the same as mine. In fact, there is no difference between the two sides. If you have a chance, you can go back to Lupo Mountain and chat with him. Boxing is not as good as my senior brother. In those years when Zheng Dafeng first started learning boxing, he always complained about his master's partiality. He always thought that the master helped us two brothers to choose the way to learn boxing. But just deny it. That's why I'm very annoyed by his broken mouth. He's a gatekeeper, and there's no gatekeeper on his mouth all day long, so when we're exchanging ideas, I often beat him up. "

Li Er clenched his fists with both hands and leaned forward slightly. It was just such a habitual movement that he had the majestic appearance of his back arched like a mountain.

All are boxing intentions.

Li Er said slowly: "Practicing boxing is a small success. When you are sleeping soundly, your boxing will flow slowly. When you encounter an enemy, you wake up first. It is like a god to protect the boxing practitioner. This is the case when you are sleeping, let alone when you are awake, so practice martial arts. What kind of magic weapon do you want? This is the same as a sword cultivator who doesn't need other things to attack."

Li Er smiled, tapped the mirror lightly with one fist, then loosened his fist into a palm, and then clenched his fist again, saying: "The sky is above the head, the feet are grasping the ground, and the fist is closed like a baby in the arms. This is the combination of hardness and softness, blindly pursuing A certain kind of extreme has never been a real boxing principle. For a long time, the longer you practice boxing, the more you can connect with power and move freely. Why do I think Cui Cheng's god-man beating drum style is a good boxing? It can even be regarded as the best in the world One of the famous boxing methods? Because it looks fierce, but it has the true meaning of 'people punching', not people following the boxing."

Chen Pingan was a little puzzled and curious, but it was just a question in his mind, and it was not appropriate to ask it out.

Because Chen Ping wanted to know, in Li Er's eyes, what kind of pure martial artist was Senior Cui on the second floor of Luopo Mountain.

When we talked about the god-man beating the drum, we naturally wanted to talk about the old man. Li Er looked into the distance and said, "Cui Cheng, the old man, is a strange person. He taught you boxing, which can be called a true transmission. It's not just teaching boxing. It seems that Cheng only teaches you the toughest and fiercest boxing techniques, but in fact, you and Chen Pingan's heart-to-heart is not the slightest bit of hard-heartedness, and they complement each other. This is the demeanor of a first-class master. I, Li Er, can't do it."

Speaking of this, Li Er shook his head and repeated: "I definitely can't."

Chen Pingan sighed.

Just talking about suffering, when I was on the second floor of the bamboo building, even Chen Pingan, who is not afraid of pain, had to lie obediently on the wooden bed on the first floor, rolled up the bed and cried secretly once.

Li Er said: "So when you learn boxing, you really can only let Cui Cheng teach the fundamentals of boxing first, and I, Li Er, help to mend the meaning of boxing. This is the right way. I will teach you first, and Cui Cheng will come again, and you will have ten catties of strength. Farming, only seven or eight catties of crops can be harvested. It's not very interesting, and there is not much profit."

Chen Pingan had another new question.

Why didn't Li Er learn boxing with Cui Cheng?

After Li Er left Lizhu Cave, he went back to Longquan County during the period.

However, the two ten-level warriors who also stood at the pinnacle of martial arts in the world did not fight.

It's a pity that Li Er didn't talk about this.

Li Er patted his knees, got up and said with a smile: "It's almost the same. What I said today is more than the sum of the years I have been in Luzhou in Beiju. Then I will only use the martial arts of the Nine Realms Strength, I will ask you for advice on Shaking Mountain Fist. Don’t worry, it will not be mixed with ten-level fists. But I advise you not to be too happy, this nine-level is very strong. Over there in the shop, your Aunt Liu wants to keep you longer Days, I can't promise, delaying your journey, right? But since you asked for the punching, and it took you three or two months to beat you, you can only slowly recover from your injuries, and it is difficult for you to walk, you, Chen Pingan, can't blame others."

Chen Pingan was dumbfounded.

That's okay too?

The result was a punch.

Even though Chen Pingan already knew something was wrong and tried to block with his arms, he still rolled all the way with this punch, fell directly off the mirror and fell into the water.

This day, Cui Cheng not only did not teach boxing for Pei Qian, but put on a Confucian shirt instead of bare feet, he also put on the boots that Chen Ruchu helped the old man prepare early, walked out of the second floor, stood on the first floor, With his hands behind his back, he looked at the writing on the wall of the bamboo building. It was written by Li Xisheng in his early years. The handwriting was excellent. As the old head of the Cui family in Baopingzhou, Cui Cheng's grandson Cui Chan's early knowledge was written by the old man after all. The basics, of course, know the quality of the world's articles, the quality of the words.

The words of the bamboo building are very meaningful, otherwise, it would not be able to sink the entire Lost Mountain.

Otherwise, he would not be able to maintain a clear state of mind any longer on Luoluo Mountain, no longer the poor lunatic who had been insane for nearly a hundred years.

Pei Qian has already gone to play, followed by Zhou Mili's little follower, saying that he is going to Qilong Lane to see if the business has lost money without her Pei Qian. Fake public affairs for personal gain.

The old man didn't stop him, he's a big kid, he's not lively, could it be possible that he still learns from their immorality and stays lifeless all day long?

Cui Cheng pushed open the bamboo door on the first floor, and there was not only a study room, but also a wooden bed inside.

She was cleaned up by that girl Chen Ruchu, spotless.

After Cui Cheng left the house, he went on foot to Linlu Academy in Piyun Mountain. After returning, he sat at the stone table by the cliff. Chen Ruchu did not follow Pei Qian down the mountain. There were many things on the mountain, and she was on time. Seeing Mr. Cui leaving the bamboo building, Chen Ruchu hurried over to bring a large red lacquer food box, and set the jug and dishes one by one. Cui Cheng smiled and asked why there were no melon seeds. He took out several large handfuls of melon seeds from his pocket and put them on the table.

Chen Lingjun still likes to wander around alone. Today, when he saw the old man sitting on a stone bench drinking alone, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, only to realize that he was right.

Chen Lingjun didn't dare to get close to this old man, he was the kind who could kill him with one punch in Longquan County.

Never thought Cui Cheng would wave his hand, "Come and sit."

Chen Lingjun had a bitter face, "Senior, if I don't go, will I beat someone up?"

Cui Cheng nodded.

Chen Lingjun rushed over immediately, a man can bend and stretch, otherwise how could he survive in Longquan County to this day, relying on his cultivation?

Cui Cheng smiled and said, "It's fun to deliberately lose money every now and then."

Chen Lingjun blinked, "What?"

Cui Cheng saw that he was pretending to be stupid, so he didn't say anything more, and asked casually, "Did Chen Ping'an ever persuade you to draw a clear line with your Yujiang water god brother?"

Chen Lingjun shook his head, gently raised his sleeves, and wiped the tabletop, which was cleaner than the mirror, "He's a better person than me, he spends money in a nonsense manner, he wouldn't say that about me. He also helped me slap my face to look fat .”

Cui Cheng said: "Chen Ping's trip to Beiju Luzhou this time is half for you. It is not an easy thing to travel thousands of miles along Jidu."

Chen Lingjun remained silent.

Cui Cheng picked up a spare wine glass, poured the wine, and handed it to the boy in Tsing Yi sitting opposite.

Chen Lingjun tremblingly said: "Old man, isn't it fined bars? I am in Luobashan, working hard every day, doing my best, I really haven't done anything bad."

Cui Cheng smiled and said, "Drink yours."

Chen Lingjun took the wine glass, pitifully, and took a sip of the wine.

Cui Cheng asked: "Chen Pingan treats you like this, will you be able to treat others half like this in the future?"

Chen Lingjun whispered: "Probably possible?"

Cui Cheng smiled and said, "That's enough."

Now it was Chen Lingjun's turn to be puzzled, "Is this enough?"

Cui Cheng smiled and said nothing.

Chen Lingjun muttered: "You are not Chen Ping'an, so you can't be sure."

Cui Cheng joked, "A bet?"

Chen Lingjun wailed, "I really don't have much spare money left! I only have some unshakable daughter-in-law money left. I can't move a copper coin for this little family property. It's really unbelievable!"

Cui Cheng said: "Have you ever thought about why you pretend to be afraid of me so much, but you are not so afraid of me? If there are people and things that you can't handle, maybe you dare to ask me for help?"

Chen Lingjun lowered his head, clenched his fist in one hand, twirled around the wine glass, and said softly, "Because of my good man."

Cui Cheng asked again, "Then, have you ever thought about why Chen Pingan is willing to leave you on Luoluo Mountain? Treating you is no worse than treating others."

Chen Lingjun said sullenly, "He's a bad guy."

Cui Cheng smiled and said, "Because you are not bad in Chen Pingan's eyes."

Chen Lingjun whispered: "Fart."

Cui Cheng: "What?"

Chen Lingjun immediately raised his head, held the cup in both hands, and said with a bright smile, "Master, let's go together?"

As a result, Chen Lingjun froze there by himself.

Our brothers?

Are you courting death?

Alas, with my quack spirit, I always kill people without telling jokes.

Chen Lingjun didn't expect to be beaten to death, but instead of being annoyed, Cui Cheng raised his glass and said with a smile: "Then go."

After drinking, Chen Lingjun was still restless.

Cui Cheng didn't keep this little bastard any longer, "Chen Ping'an is not very good at being close to people around him, saying polite words, so you can think about it, whether you underestimate yourself too much, there are always things about you that Chen Ping'an is not good at." I don't think he can do it."

Chen Lingjun nodded vigorously, stood up, bowed respectfully to say goodbye, left slowly, and then ran wildly, but after running a long way, he couldn't help but stop and turn his head to look.

It seems that old man Cui is a bit strange today.

Cui Cheng was drinking alone.

When I was young, I only felt that my heart was sharpened, and my sharpness was unparalleled, and it would never be damaged.

After practicing boxing again.

It was rare for Chen Pingan to be able to sit up even though he was covered in blood, and even wash his face with the water method.

Li Er sat aside.

Chen Pingan took out two pots of glutinous rice wine, and each of them shared a pot with Li Er, chatting casually.

Because Li Er said that there is no need to drink the Xianjia wine.

It is said to be small talk, but in fact it is Chen Pingan who is talking about the past alone.

Before I knew it, I talked from Beiju Luzhou to Tongyezhou, and then to Aquarius Island and my hometown.

Chen Pingan said with a smile: "I remember the first time I went to Fulu Street and Taoye Lane to deliver letters to earn copper money. I was used to walking on the mud roads of Niping Lane and Longyao, and it was the first time I stepped on that kind of bluestone slab. The straw sandals were afraid of getting dirty on the road, so I almost didn’t know how to lift my feet to walk. Later, I sent Bao Ping and Li Huai to the Sui Dynasty, and I was a guest at the house of an old servant in Huang Tingguo. I had dinner at the table, and it was the same feeling. It was the first time I stayed Xianjia Inn, just pretending to be calm and calm, keeping your eyes from glancing around, it's a bit hard."

"There is a dinner in Shujian Lake, which was saved by Gu Can. On the table are the fleeing princes, the son of the general, and the disciples of the immortal master. The natural little slug, in fact, deep down, I still feel a little happy. This is what Huolong Daoist said about my selfishness. At that time, I felt that the little slug on the tail of the mud bottle lane seemed to be able to live without Chen Pingan All right. In Shujian Lake, there was only that one time, and it was the time I wanted to leave the most and not care about anything, but it wasn’t about anything later on.”

"A lot of things are actually not suitable. You can't talk about whether you like it or not, you can only adapt."

"What are rivers and lakes, and what are gods?"

"I widened my eyes and looked at all the strange people and things. There were many things that I didn't understand at first, and some of them didn't accept it after I understood it."

Li Er asked, "Quite uncomfortable?"

Chen Ping shook his head, "It's just that I feel a little unhappy in my heart. But sometimes I also think that there are not only uncomfortable things along the way. Besides, I have seen so many people in the world who suffer more than myself. I can't live better, and I still have to live as if the suffering has no head, who can I ask for reason? I can only suffer, and I can't survive it day by day, just like people in many alleys in my hometown. When I got a serious illness, I thought about it, grabbed some medicine, boiled a few bowls of medicine, and died. The relatives at home understand, and the people who are suffering from disasters in bed understand even more. It’s not that I’m not sad, but I really can’t say anything.”

"If one day I have to leave this world, I must be remembered by people. They may be sad, but they must not only be sad. When they are no longer so sad, they can live their own lives and think about it occasionally. Thinking about it, I once knew a man named Chen Pingan, in the world, some things, no matter whether they are big or small, only Chen Pingan can do it and make it happen."

In the end, Chen Pingan drank the wine, looked into the distance, and said with a smile: "It is a very happy thing to think that I can eat a plate of fried pork with winter bamboo shoots every winter. It seems that when I put down my chopsticks, winter has passed and spring has come."

Li Er turned his head and looked at the young man.

deja vu.