Sword of Coming

The town seemed to have encountered a rare Tengu eclipse in a century. It suddenly became dark and no one could see.

In addition, a statue of a god outside the town exploded like firecrackers, and the sound became more and more frequent. When the town was silent due to darkness, it was particularly harsh. This undoubtedly deepened the speculations of ordinary people in the town, and reminded them of the previous events. The oxcarts and carriages carrying the children of wealthy families made the people in the streets and alleys panic.

Within the walls of the high gates of the four surnames and ten clans, without exception, whenever a servant or maid wants to take matters into her own hands and hang up a lantern, she will soon be yelled at loudly, and some impatient family stewards will even be photographed on the spot. He dropped those lanterns and trampled them to pieces. With a ferocious expression on his face, he stared at the people in the house who had good intentions as if they were enemies.

Over at the blacksmith shop, Chen Pingan and Ning Yao were sitting at the mouth of the well having lunch. After dark, although Chen Pingan was strange, it didn't stop him from lowering his head to eat. The food in the blacksmith shop was quite good, and both long-term and short-term workers could get a piece of each meal. Fatty braised pork as long as the index finger, plus a spoonful of oil and water. The rice is enough, but there is only one piece of meat. Chen Pingan can eat about two large bowls of rice, so every time he gets a piece of meat from the chef, because There is soup, and the first bowl is often full of food but no meat. By the end of the meal, the piece of braised pork will slide from the top of the bowl to the bottom of the bowl, and then it will go to the second bowl of rice, and then it will be solved cleanly. That piece of meat.

Ning Yao wanted to laugh every time he saw Chen Pingan eating that meal.

Ruan Xiu is not like Ning Yao. The girl in green looks at Chen Ping'an, as if there are four big words written in her eyes, "One of the same people".

At this time, Chen Pingan was holding an empty white bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other. He looked around with all his eyes, and could only vaguely see the scene within two or three feet away.

In the past two days, in addition to making cows and horses for Master Ruan's blacksmith shop, Chen Ping'an has to spend three hours practicing walking piles, one during the day, from noon to midnight, and two at night, from Hai hour to Chou hour. Later, when Chen Pingan tried to walk on the pile, he tied his fingers with the sword and furnace pile. However, Chen Pingan found that doing so would make his breathing less smooth and his steps even more unstable. He gave up decisively. Chen Pingan only took advantage of others during the breaks. When paying attention, exercising the sword furnace to nourish the body, in fact, for Chen Pingan, it is just a change from the past porcelain drawing to the staking sword furnace in the Shanshan Pu.

When walking from noon to noon, Ning Yao would occasionally follow him at first. After pretending to give instructions a few times, he no longer appeared. Chen Ping'an didn't want to cause rumors. At this hour of the day, the fist pole would run along the downstream direction of the stream for a mile from the blacksmith shop before starting to practice. Then he would go back and forth, which would cover about ten miles.

For Chen Pingan, this is considered an unbreakable new family rule.

Sitting at the mouth of the well, Ning Yao looked at the sky covered with black cloth. Her long and narrow eyebrows, which caused her to lose the impression of "beautiful", frowned slightly.

Chen Pingan asked in a low voice: "Is it related to Mr. Qi?"

Ning Yao didn't intend to tell him the truth and only gave a vague answer, "Since Mr. Qi is the owner of this cave, he should have something to do with him."

Chen Pingan asked again: "According to what Song Jixin and Zhigui said before, Mr. Qi originally planned to leave the town with the school boy Zhao Yao, why didn't he leave in the end?"

Ning Yao shook his head and said with a smile: "The mind of a saint is like a dragon vein, which can stretch for thousands of miles. I can't guess it, and I don't bother to guess it."

After saying this, she threw the bowl and chopsticks into Chen Ping'an's hands, got up and went to a thatched house with yellow mud walls that belonged to her alone. Ning Yao himself also wondered why Master Ruan was so polite to him. Could it be that Master Ruan saw his identity? The possibility is extremely small. After all, Xuanxuan Mountain is not located in East Aquarius Continent. Moreover, Xuanxuan Mountain has almost no involvement with the outside world. It has a great reputation and has very few guests. Moreover, Xuanxuan Mountain is not sure of its own identity. It's just that Ning Yao has a temperament that will naturally straighten when the boat reaches the bridge, and even if it's not straight, I can use the sword to cut a straight path. She generously accepted the advances of Master Ruan, the number one swordsmith in East Aquarius Continent.

Chen Pingan took the bowls and chopsticks and was about to go to the kitchen when he noticed someone walking by not far away. It was a young man with wide sleeves. He was more of a scholar than Chen Songfeng, a scholar. He had an indescribable aura. I feel a bit like Mr. Qi, and a bit like Mr. Song, the construction supervisor I met in Mubo Alley.

When the man saw the straw-shoe boy sitting alone at the mouth of the well, looking at him in a daze, he was slightly surprised, came to the boy's side, and said with a warm smile: "I have something to do with Master Ruan, do you know where he is? "

This time, Chen Ping'an did not deliberately hide the truth from Cai Jin, Jian Fu Nanhua, like he did in Mubo Alley, but pointed out the direction to the man directly.

Firstly, Miss Ning had told herself how powerful Master Ruan was, and secondly, the man in front of her did not give Chen Pingan the feeling of a gloomy city.

Chen Pingan asked politely: "Do you need me to lead the way?"

The young man was not in a hurry. He looked at Chen Ping'an and said with a smile: "No, it's just a few steps, no trouble. Thank you."

Chen Pingan nodded with a smile and walked towards the kitchen, while the man walked towards a sword-making room in the distance.

After Chen Pingan returned the bowls and chopsticks, he found that the day laborers' apprentices had gathered in several houses, lit oil lamps, and chatted about why day and night were reversed. Some people said that a mountain god from a certain mountain crossed the boundary and caused the stream to be damaged. The water in the well dropped, which angered the river god who was in charge of the stream. A fight between the gods and gods turned into darkness. Some people use the arguments of the older generation to retort, saying that here, the mountains have been sealed off by the imperial court, so where can the mountain god come from? Besides, there will never be a river god in such a big stream.

Chen Ping'an didn't interfere, since he was idle anyway, so he used his extraordinary eyesight to go to the bottom of the last well alone, carrying basket after basket to carry earth out of the well.

Once after climbing out of the well along the wooden ladder, he happened to see the man returning from the sword-making room. He also spotted the young man's figure. He did not approach or stop, but waved goodbye to Chen Ping'an from a distance.

Chen Pingan felt a little emotional, no matter whether this person was good or bad, at least he was indeed different from the outsiders from Zhengyang Mountain, Yunxia Mountain, and Qingfeng City and Old Dragon City.

Chen Pingan was carrying soil back and forth at the wellhead. After the last trip out of the well, he found Ruan Xiu standing near the wellhead with a handkerchief spread out in his palm and piled with small cakes. When Chen Pingan appeared, Ruan Xiu stretched out his hand to him. Chen Pingan, who was covered in mud and had dirty hands, shook his head with a smile. Then Ruan Xiu sat on the wellhead, lowering his head to eat the exquisite pastries from the New Year's shop in Qilong Lane. The girl in Tsing Yi quickly immersed herself in it, and her whole body was filled with joy. Full of happiness and joy.

Chen Pingan continued to carry the soil back and forth. After more than ten times, the girl with the ponytail was gone. However, there was a handkerchief and a piece of pastry left on the mouth of the well. It was the most famous peach blossom wine rice cake in the New Year shop. Chen Pingan was stunned. I had no choice but to take off my backpack, put it by my feet, sit on the wellhead near the handkerchief, wiped my hands on my clothes, twisted the cakes between my fingers, and put them in my mouth.

Chen Pingan nodded vigorously, it was indeed delicious.

After all, he had to eat a full ten cents. When he thought of this, Chen Pingan immediately felt that it tasted better.

For the next few hours, the sky was still dark, and from time to time dull drum sounds could be heard in the sky. Other than that, the town was actually no different. Master Ruan also made an exception and gave the short-term workers in his blacksmith shop two days of rest. Everyone goes back to their homes, there is no need to stay here waiting for "dawn" to continue working.

Chen Ping'an was also on this list, so he simply returned to the town and went to Liu Xianyang's house. After finding nothing missing, he quickly turned off the lights, locked the door, and ran to his house in Mu Ping Lane.

For some reason, Chen Ping'an feels that today's small town is lifeless and lifeless.

Chen Ping'an didn't know that when he ran across the covered bridge corridor.

Suspended on the water under the bridge was a tall woman with swaying clothes. Her clothes were snow-white, her hair was white, and her exposed hands and feet had skin as beautiful as suet-fat jade.

She was tilting her head, using the stream as a mirror, combing her hair with one hand and combing it with the other. No one could see her face clearly.