Sword of Coming

Although the Ning Mansion is not located on Taixiang Street or Xuanhu Street, the mansion is really not small.

Chen Pingan helped the three of them choose three houses. Cao Qinglang is a qi trainer, so the location is the most important. The aura should not be weak, but the sword qi must not be too heavy. The monks in this environment happen to be the Qi practitioners from other places who are least willing to be in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Fortunately, Chen Pingan knows the Ning Mansion clearly, where Cao Qinglang and the three should live, and what are the subtle considerations and major considerations. Ning Yao let Chen Pingan make decisions on these matters, and there is no need to be the Ning Mansion. Ning Yao, the master, said that there is no need to ask Chen Pingan, who is still half an outsider for the time being.

Pei Qian is like a little squirrel, determined to circle around the teacher's wife.

At first, Chen Pingan was worried that Pei Qian would delay Ning Yao's retreat, but Ning Yao came to say, when is it not a retreat on the way to practice. Chen Ping had nothing to say, so Ning Yao took Pei Qian to see the secret storehouse where the Ning Mansion used to collect the magic treasures of the immortal family and the utensils on the mountain. Yao picked another one as a reward for the gift he received at the gate earlier.

Zhong Qiu and Chen Pingan asked about the rules and taboos of the Ning Mansion, and then he went to the Zhanlongya Pavilion alone.

Cao Qinglang put away the parcels in her own house and followed Chen Pingan to the small house. Chen Pingan walked on the road with his arms wrapped around his sleeves, and said with a smile, "I originally wanted you and Pei Qian to live with me. , Remember when the three of us met for the first time? But you are now at a critical juncture in your cultivation, and cultivation is the most important thing."

Cao Qinglang nodded with a smile, "Sir, actually from that time on, I was very afraid of Pei Qian, but I was afraid that Mr. would look down on me, so I tried my best to pretend that I was not afraid of Pei Qian, but deep down, I admired Pei Qian, and I always felt that it would be me According to her, in the same situation, it is impossible to live in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom. However, there were many things about Pei Qian that I didn't understand at that time, and I really didn't like it at that time. But how dare I talk to Pei Qian You may not be clear about making irresponsible remarks, but when you went out, Pei Qian told me a lot about her beautiful deeds in the rivers and lakes, and of course I can hear the meaning behind her words."

Chen Ping asked with a smile: "Did Pei Qian secretly beat you when I was not in your ancestral house?"

Cao Qinglang nodded vigorously, but did not elaborate on the details.

Chen Pingan did not ask more questions.

Chen Pingan could completely imagine how he and Pei Qian would get along when he was not in the ancestral house in Cao Qinglang Back Lane.

Of course, when the three of them get along, Chen Pingan will also do things that neither Cao Qinglang nor Pei Qian would have thought about in those years. It may be words or small things.

But many things can only be faced by Cao Qinglang himself, ranging from the life and death of the elders to the trivial words that poke the spine, hidden in the gap between eating melon seeds, casual chatting on the small bench, hiding in the There is a pile of food on the neighbor's table.

In fact, the child Cao Qinglang relied on the word "boil" to forcibly cook out the clouds and moonlight, night and day.

At that time, Cao Qinglang really couldn't beat Pei Qian, and didn't even dare to fight back. The key is that at that time Pei Qian was not stingy, but also had the aura of a gangster hidden in him. With every foot an ant nest, every slap a mosquito, Cao Qinglang was not afraid of it. Especially when Pei Qian stared at him blankly with a small bench in his hand, but never said a word of harsh words, Cao Qinglang, who was still a thin child at that time, was so scared that Chen Pingan was not in the house Most of the time, Cao Qinglang could only be driven to the door by Pei Qian to be the door god.

A lonely child sat on the steps, but he didn't dare to stay in his own home. The child could only look forward to the corner of the street, waiting for the return of Mr. Chen, who was dressed in white with a sword on his back and a red wine gourd around his waist. At home, as long as he gets to the alley and sees that figure, Cao Qinglang can finally go home, and he can't say anything, let alone sue.

Because Pei Qian is really smart, that kind of smartness was unimaginable to Cao Qinglang, who was of the same age at the time. She reminded Cao Qinglang from the beginning that you are still a good person without parents. If you dare to file a complaint, once you file a complaint, I will beat you once. Even if I am kicked out by that bastard who is so rich but doesn’t give money to others, I will climb over the wall and come here in the middle of the night, smashing your pots and pans, Can you stop it? That guy pretends to be a good person and helps you, can he stop it for a day or two, can he stop it for a year or two? Who is he, and who are you, will he really live here forever? Besides, I know better than you idiot what kind of temper he is. No matter what I do, he will never kill me, so you should be more sensible, otherwise I will make enemies with me, and I will pester you For several years, every Chinese New Year and holidays, your family will be extinct anyway, and the gatekeeper can’t afford to buy spring couplets, so I will steal your bucket to hold other people’s excrement, paint all over your front door, and pass by your house every day , will carry a big bag of stones, I would like to see whether it is faster for you to spend money to sew the window paper, or it is faster for me to pick up stones.

What made Cao Qinglang feel the hardest about Pei Qian back then was not these blunt threats, not what Pei Qian thought was the most ugly and scary words, but those other words that Pei Qian said lightly and with a smile on his face.

"Your family is so poor that the rice bowl is cleaner than the bed. The only use of you as a mourner is to get out of the door and become a door god. Do you know how much copper coins are needed for two door gods? If you sell them, you can't even afford them. Look at other people's houses, the more people there are, the more money they have. Your family is better. When people die, there is not much money left? Let me see, your father didn't sell things from house to house Cargo dealer? Isn’t there a lot of brothels on Zhuangyuan Lane not far from here, and your father’s money is spent on touching the little hands of those girls.”

"Where's the melon seeds, are they gone?! Believe it or not, I smashed all your jars of melon seeds? I tore up all your tattered books? When that man surnamed Chen returns to this dilapidated place, you kneel on the ground and cry hard, he I have a lot of money, why don’t I buy some melon seeds for you, and it costs money to stay in a hotel. You are stupid, he is bad, you are not good things, no wonder you can make a bunch of them. Count my bad luck for eight lifetimes. Met you two."

"Cao Qinglang, don't you really think that guy likes you, he just pities you, he is just like me, do you know who we are? There was a baby bird that fell from a bird's nest on a tree. I really felt sorry for it. Then I went to find a stone, and as soon as I landed on it, I slapped it to death, so that it would suffer less. Is there any reason? ?So am I a good person? Do you think I’m staying at your house? I’m protecting you. Maybe one day you will be beaten to death by him. With me around, he dare not, thank you I?"

"Why do you frown every day, don't you just have a pair of parents? What's wrong, another pair died? Oh, forget it, anyway, you are sorry for your parents who died first, and I am sorry for giving you this name, change it to I am your father and your mother, what is the resurrection of the first seven, what is the Qingming Festival and the Zhongyuan Festival, as long as I see you, I will definitely be pissed off again, Cao Qinglang, I think you are dead, forget it, you If you die earlier, run faster, maybe you can still keep up with your parents, but remember to stay far away from death, don't let that guy find him, he has money, but he is the most cowardly, and he is reluctant to help with a broken straw mat You bought it, anyway, this house will belong to me in the future."

Cao Qinglang took the initiative to fight with Pei Qian twice, one was for his parents, and the other was for Mr. Chen who hadn't come back for a long time. Of course, how could Cao Qinglang be Pei Qian's opponent? Pei Qian was used to fighting with others. She was also used to being beaten by others. Pei Qian was very boring when dealing with Cao Qinglang who didn't even dare to be cruel. good.

Chen Pingan took Cao Qinglang, who was no longer the thin child in the back alley, and walked into the left-hand room with two tables. Chen Pingan let Cao Qinglang sit at the table where the seals and fan bones were placed, and began to tidy up those by himself. Maps and brochures. Students like Cao Qinglang and Pei Qian learned more about "bookkeeping".

Chen Pingan never told anyone.

In his mind, Cao Qinglang just resembles him in life experience and temperament. In fact, he looks a little like him, and there are indeed many similarities, but in fact he is not.

It was a very strange feeling.

However, these things will not delay Chen Pingan's departure from Ouhua Paradise. He hopes to leave with Cao Qinglang. Even if he can't do it, he still misses the boy in the back alley. , Become a real scholar, become a scholar like Mr. Qi. He even regretted that he left too hastily, and was worried that he would teach the wrong things. Cao Qinglang was too young, and many things that were right for Chen Pingan were wrong when it came to this child. So before Ouhua Blessed Land was divided into four and Chen Pingan occupied one of them, Chen Pingan had always been concerned about Cao Qinglang so much that in the inn on the border of the Daquan Dynasty in Tongyezhou, when Pei Qian asked him that question, Chen Pingan didn't care about it at all. He said yes without hesitation, and admitted that he didn't want to bring Pei Qian by his side at all. If possible, I would only take Cao Qinglang to leave his hometown and come to his hometown of Chen Pingan.

As the saying goes, the clay bodhisattva also has anger.

But in Chen Ping's body, after all, it was not common, especially for a child who was as old as Pei Qian at that time to be really angry, and it was the only time in Chen Ping's life.

Zhao Shuxia is most like himself when learning boxing, but in Zhao Shuxia, Chen Pingan is more, because he saw his best friend, Liu Xianyang. When they met for the first time, how did Zhao Shuxia protect Luan Luan, then in the small town, how did Liu Xianyang protect Chen Pingan after becoming acquaintances, friends and best friends in this life for so many years.

The one who is more like him, Chen Ping'an, is actually Pei Qian's cowardly eyes looking at the world secretly, Sui Jingcheng's guessing and betting, and now there is a young man with sword spirit Great Wall, also like, not the one who has been helping in the wine shop Zhang Jiazhen, but a poor boy named Jiang Qu in Lili Lane. In the streets and alleys over there, every time Chen Pingan was a storyteller, the young man had the least words and squatted at the furthest distance every time, but he was the one who thought the most and worked hard at learning boxing, so he learned boxing the most, and the few times were just right. When meeting and speaking, the young man was a bit cramped, but his eyes were firm, so Chen Pingan alone taught the young man Jiang Qu the sword furnace and stake of the Shaking Mountain Fist.

Every time Jiang Qu squatted there, he seemed to concentrate on listening to the storyteller's landscape stories, but the young man's eyes, face, and the slight words of the people around him were full of a vague sense of utilitarianism.

Chen Pingan didn't feel disgusted at all, but was a little sentimental.

No one knows why Wei Bo talked about Ah Liang in front of the Lost Mountain Bamboo Building.

Why did the young Chen Pingan burst into tears, and why, besides his fascination, there was an unspeakable shame, regret, and helplessness hidden deep in his heart, which was an emotion that Wei Bo did not know at the time.

Almost everyone thought that it was Chen Pingan's first long trip, and that he was escorting Li Baoping and the others to study at the Sui Academy, and it was Chen Pingan who did his best to protect them. From the results, it seems that Chen Pingan really couldn't do better, and no one else can criticize him.

But when the straw-shoe boy met Ah Liang for the first time, it was actually another big test in Chen Ping's life, quietly, a tug-of-war in his heart.

Chen Ping hoped that in the eyes of the man in the bamboo hat who claimed to be a swordsman, he was the person whom Mr. Qi entrusted him with hope. Chen Ping hoped that if an accident happened, he could guarantee that he would be correct. Therefore, during the trip that started at the riverside and parted from the post station in Hongzhu Town, Chen Pingan has been trying to guess A Liang's thoughts, to put himself in the place of an out-of-the-world expert who turned out to be born, what he likes, what As for what he likes, guess what kind of junior or young man this friend who wears a sword but claims to be a swordsman and Mr. Qi would like. So at that time, Chen Pingan's words, deeds, and actions were all intentional and thoughtful. Walking among the green mountains and green waters, did the young man really have the mood to see the mountains and waters?

Even if Chen Pingan's original intention was to allow himself to successfully escort Aquarius and the others to the academy safely, that weird man with a donkey and a bamboo knife would not cause the slightest harm to Aquarius and the others, but looking back at that period of his life afterwards Every time Chen Ping thought about it, he would feel sad, and would often want to drink once.

The road of life has passed, even if it has really passed, it is not the hometown and hometown, and there is no return.

Occasionally look back, how can not drink.

Today's Jiang Qu, who is cautious in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, is very similar to Chen Pingan, who was full of thoughts in the mountains and rivers.

Cao Qinglang moved gently, looked at some engraved seals and fan inscriptions, and suddenly found that her husband was just sitting at the next table, silent and lost in thought.

Cao Qinglang didn't dare to interrupt her husband's thinking, so she took out the small carving knife with an old-fashioned look, but the sharpness was still there, and gently placed it on the table.

He didn't know why his husband gave this thing to him. Of course, Cao Qinglang would not think that the carving knife is an ordinary material, so he would not cherish it. On the contrary, the more "worthless" this gift that Mr. It is worth cherishing and cherishing for yourself.

Chen Pingan stood up and said with a smile, "Thinking about the past."

Cao Qinglang also got up.

Chen Ping stretched out his hands and pressed, "In the future, you don't need to be so red tape, feel more at ease."

Cao Qinglang smiled and nodded, but she still waited until her husband was seated at the table before sitting down.

Chen Ping's hands covered his sleeves, leaned forward, glanced at the small carving knife on the table, and said with a smile: "This carving knife is the first time I left my hometown and traveled far back then. I bought it in a shop in the capital of Sui Dynasty. Jade seal, it comes as a gift from the shopkeeper. Remember those bamboo slips I gave you earlier, they were all carved out word by word with this small carving knife. The things themselves are worthless, but they are very meaningful in my life same object."

Cao Qinglang stood up, took a few steps back, and saluted.

Chen Ping said helplessly: "Some meanings are just some meanings. You don't have to be so serious about it. There are too many things that are meaningful to me, and most of them are worthless. As a result, you care so much, so I still have a lot of straw sandals. Do you want it? Give you a pair, you bow once, whoever loses wins? It seems that both parties only lose money, and students don’t make money, so don’t do it.”

Cao Qinglang shook her head and smiled, "Sir, straw sandals are fine, I can weave them myself, maybe even better than Master."

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "When it comes to knowledge and practice, I, a half-baked gentleman, may not be as good as you. Only in the matter of weaving straw sandals, I have traveled all over the world, and I rarely meet opponents."

Cao Qinglang smiled slightly.

Chen Pingan joked: "According to the analogy of Li Tuanjing, the former owner of Fenglei Garden, if weaving straw sandals is also a way of cultivating the Tao, then you are just a fledgling in the lower five realms. I don't know what the upper five realms of straw sandals are. a scene."

Cao Qinglang nodded and said, "Sir, that's right."

Chen Pingan was speechless, and then thought about it, what kind of ethos is lacking in his home now, there is no lack of grass on the wall, no lack of flattery in the Ascension Realm, and they are all abducted to unknown places by his own disciples who opened the mountain, Zhu Lian and the others So much so that even Guo Zhujiu, the half-disciple, is a self-taught fellow like Pei Qian, so he lacks the strength of character like Cao Qinglang.

So Chen Ping smiled very relieved. I finally accepted a good and normal student.

On the contrary, Cao Qinglang was a little uncomfortable, and reached out to pick up a bamboo fan with inscriptions on the fan and engraved characters on the bones.

The inscriptions on the fan are naturally obvious, and you can see it when you see it, but what Cao Qinglang really likes is a line of mosquitoes and flies with a big fan bone on one side, like a child who hides and hides. Perhaps a careless fan buyer, if he didn't pay attention, took it as a bamboo fan with only the inscription on the fan but no lettering.

Cao Qinglang closed the folding fan, held it in the palm of her hand, stared at the line of words, raised her head and said with a smile, "No wonder Mr. likes to drink."

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.

Inscription on bamboo.

The world is a big dream, drinking alcohol is not afraid of getting drunk, if you are not drunk, you are a dreamer.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "If you like it, I will give it to you."

Cao Qinglang shook his head and said with a smile, "It won't delay my earning money."

Chen Ping picked up another fan casually, fanned the breeze, and said with a smile: "Your husband is not that kind of person."

Cao Qinglang asked: "Sir, shall we engrave Suzhang together?"

Chen Ping immediately put down the folding fan and said with a smile, "Okay."

Cao Qinglang suppressed a smile, twiddled the snow-white stone seal that caught his eye, held a carving knife, and then hesitated, so he could only ask softly: "Sir, engraving and writing is very different, I have never done this before. , if it’s the first time to get started, the engraving is bad, wouldn’t it be a waste of a seal?”

Chen Pingan's mind moved slightly, Flying Sword Fifteen flew out of the orifice, and he held it in his hand, and said indifferently: "The material of the seal is just an ordinary thing on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, a kind of stone picked up randomly in the mountains and plains, not worth money or not. Money, but if you really mind, then engrave slowly, and the mistakes will be small if you are slow and fast. Besides, the sword cultivators on the Jianqi Great Wall are easy to talk, and they don't pay much attention to the slight flaws of the font itself. If you think about it, you’ll definitely sell it.”

Chen Pingan held the "carving knife" fifteen in one hand, and the stamp in the other, planning to send Cao Qinglang and Pei Qian to each other, thinking about the content of the printed text, but did not engrave it for a long time.

So instead, it was Cao Qinglang, who was engraving a chapter for the first time but had already had a draft, and took the lead in "writing". After writing the first word, Cao Qinglang took a deep breath, took a short rest, and looked up, where her husband was still meditating.

Cao Qinglang lowered her head and continued to lower her head to engrave words.

There is a saying, after reuniting with Pei Qian, Cao Qinglang has held it in Cao Qinglang's heart for a long time, but the young man didn't plan to tell her husband, otherwise he would be suspected of suing and gossip behind his back.

"If you don't know how bad Pei Qian was in the past, you won't know how good Pei Qian is now."

As for Pei Qian after a long absence, even if he only talked about his height, why it was so different from what he imagined. In fact, at the corner of the street in Fudi's hometown, he was quite surprised by the already handsome umbrella boy.

When they met again later, Cao Qinglang was even more puzzled.

It wasn't until he went to the Xinxiang Temple with Pei Qian that Cao Qinglang cleared up his doubts a little. Later, when he arrived at Luopo Mountain, his doubts gradually diminished, and he began to gradually adapt to Pei Qian's constant and changing. As for now, although he still hasn't fully figured out the reason At least Cao Qinglang would no longer misunderstand that Pei Qian had been taken over by a cultivator, or part of his soul had been replaced, as before. Otherwise, why would Pei Qian's temperament change so drastically?

It's like going from one extreme to the other.

The young man is careful and thoughtful. In fact, even if he travels all the way after leaving Luoba Mountain, he still has some worries.

Then there was the lecture between the master and the disciples on the top of the city.

This reassured the boy completely.

It's just that at this moment, Cao Qinglang suddenly felt a little guilty, saying that he would not file a complaint, as if he had also complained behind Pei Qian's back just now.

Cao Qinglang held her breath again and continued to carve letters.

Unknowingly, the orphan in the back alleys has become a romantic boy in Confucian shirts.

Cao Qinglang intends to present this seal to her husband.

Chen Pingan still didn't think about what to engrave, so he had to put down the plain badge in his hand, put away the Flying Sword and return to Qifu, and turned to pick up the pen to write on the fan.

Cao Qinglang raised her head and looked at Chen Pingan, without looking away for a long time.

Chen Ping didn't look up, but noticed the strangeness of the young man, and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Wrong engraving? Then change a seal and start over. It's just the wrong seal that was engraved earlier. If you want, you can put it away, don't lost."

"There is no mistake."

Cao Qinglang shook her head, remained silent for a long time, and murmured, "I am very lucky to have met Mr.

Chen Pingan couldn't help laughing, but still didn't look up. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said, "Sir, I am also very happy to meet the students."

Cao Qinglang continued to engrave letters.

After Chen Ping finished writing the fan, he turned his head and asked, "What words were engraved?"

Cao Qinglang hurriedly raised a hand to cover the seal, "The engraving is not finished yet, sir will know later."

Chen Pingan smiled, this student is different from the Kaishan disciple who must be busy flirting at the moment.

Cao Qinglang sat upright, with a focused expression, and meticulous lettering, with a calm mind and a very steady hand.

Write seal characters with the carving knife given by my husband, and when I leave next time, I will present this seal in my husband's hand as a gift.

Before Cao Qinglang finished engraving, she closed her eyes halfway, and a beautiful picture scroll that she had imagined for a long time appeared in her mind, and what she thought in her heart was what was written by hand.

"Sir, sit alone, and the spring breeze turns the book."