Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan did not return directly to Ningfu, but went to the wine shop.

The shop is not closed, but there are no customers.

Zhang Jiazhen and Jiang Qu, two long-term workers who had previously helped in the wine shop, have gone to Daoxuan Mountain in secret like Jindan Swordsman Cui Wei. Zhongqiu and Pei Qian Cao Qinglang will travel to Nanbasazhou, and the two teenagers will follow Cui Dongshan went to Aquarius Island together.

The three people who are helping in the wine shop now are the boy named Qiu Long, the girl named Liu E, and the youngest child named Tao Ban. They are all shop assistants selected by the overlapping peaks, and they are all familiar neighbors in the neighborhood.

Among them, Tao Ban is not quite the same as his peer Feng Kangle. Feng Kangle, who started saving money to marry a wife at a young age, is really not afraid of anything, and he knows how to read his words and act according to the wind. There is only nothing left to fear, nothing to fear. Qiu Long and Liu E, who were sitting on the table and chatting, saw the amiable second shopkeeper, still moved nervously, stood up, as if sitting on the wine table was lazy, Chen Pingan smiled and stretched out his hands and pressed twice, " There are no guests, so feel free."

Only Taoban was lying on the bench of the other wine table in a daze, staring blankly at the deserted street.

Sitting on the wine table, Chen Pingan asked with a smile, "Why, you can't win Feng Kangle for the little daughter-in-law, are you unhappy?"

Tao Ban said sullenly: "Second shopkeeper, do you think I am the kind of sword embryo that no one can see?"

Chen Pingan was speechless.

Chen Ping patted the table, "Go and bring me a jug of wine, old rules."

Tao Ban stood up reluctantly, and shouted: "Sister Liu E, go get a pot of wine from the second shopkeeper, don't forget to collect the money."

Chen Ping took out a snowflake coin, handed it to Liu E, and said that there was no need for pickles and Yangchun noodles, only drinking. Soon the girl brought a jug of wine and a white bowl, and gently placed them on the table.

Chen Pingan poured a bowl of Zhuhaidongtian wine and took a sip of the wine.

Tao Ban sat up and lay down on the wine table, a little bored, tapped the table with his fingers, and said, "Second shopkeeper, I don't want to sell wine all my life."

Chen Ping asked with a smile: "Then what do you want to do?"

Tao Ban said: "I didn't think about it either."

Chen Pingan drank the wine and said nothing more.

Tao Ban had nothing to say and said: "Second shopkeeper, do you know that many people actually speak bad things about you behind your back. Many customers who came to buy wine from us tried to defend you. There are many words, just listening Infuriating."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "I don't know. Did you tell me?"

Tao Ban began to pour the beans from the bamboo tube, and said the words he had heard in detail.

Tao Ban saw that the second shopkeeper was only drinking and was not angry, so the child became a little angry and said angrily: "Second shopkeeper, you are not deaf, did you listen to me?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "I'm listening."

The east wind blows the willow catkins, and the east wind blows the willow catkins down.

The same east wind, the same willow catkins, ups and downs, what do you care about.

It's just that such a truth is too boring, and there is no need to repeat it to a child.

So Chen Pingan seemed to be belatedly aware, and pretended to be angry: "These bastards are so annoying."

The child eagerly asked, "What shall we do?"

Chen Ping hovered over the wine bowl in his hand, squinted and said, "Are you helping me fight, or helping me watch the wind?"

Tao Ban sighed, and lay down on the table again, "When there are many guests, I feel tired, and when there are no guests, I feel bored. What's the matter?"

Chen Ping joked: "That's right, what's going on."

Tao Ban glared, "You are really boring, you are no longer a storyteller, and you don't care about the shop, you don't know what you are busy all day long."

Chen Ping waved his hand and said, "I spent money on wine, and I should have a plate of pickles and a bowl of Yangchun noodles for you."

Taoban grinned from ear to ear.

Liu E, who had been pricking up her ears to listen to the conversation here, immediately went to say hello to Uncle Feng, and made a bowl of Yangchun noodles for the second shopkeeper.

Chen Ping'an drank wine leisurely.

For no reason, he remembered the catastrophe of the old servant Liu in the Lion Garden of Qingluan Country.

Scholars who cherish their feathers value their reputation the most, so they are most afraid of losing their feathers.

Cui Dongshan said that those interlocking insidious methods were all the ideas of Liu Qingfeng, the eldest son of the old servant, and Li Baozhen, a fellow townsman, just followed suit.

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at the large and small restaurants on the street behind him, the empty street.

In fact, those people and words that Taoban said did not make Chen Pingan feel surprised at all. It can even be said that he had guessed it a long time ago, just like Chen Pingan's lettering on the side of the seal.

For Chen Pingan today, it is very difficult to get angry.

It has nothing to do with that disappointment.

There must be someone who once met Chen Sanqiu at the wine table or Taixiang Street or Yuhu Street. Someone flattered him but failed, so he secretly hated Chen Sanqiu. Let Chen Ping bear the grudge together.

There must also be that sword cultivator who looked down on Die Zhang's background, but envied Die Zhang's opportunity and cultivation, so he hated the noise and noise of that wine shop, and hated the young second shopkeeper who was in the limelight for a while.

There was someone of the same age who used to ridicule Yan Fatty along with the crowd, and later Yan Peng's realm became higher and higher, from looking down and contemptuously, to looking up more and more. People will feel unhappy in their hearts and scratch their hearts and livers.

There must have been some young drinkers who were trying to get close to the second shopkeeper in the stacked wine shop. They just felt as if they couldn't talk to the second shopkeeper. At first, they didn't think much about it. In the minds of those people, it has become a real loss of personal interests. Over time, they no longer go there to buy and drink alcohol, and they like to change to other restaurants and restaurants with their own friends, and talk about the little The sarcastic conversation between the wine shop and Chen Ping'an was very pleasant, the more people who agree, the better the taste of drinking.

These people, especially when they remembered that they used to put on a show and squatted on the side of the road drinking and eating pickles with those sword cultivators, suddenly felt uncomfortable, so they arranged the wine shop with their fellows, and they became more and more energetic.

The busier the wine shop, the better the business. Those who drink in other places and talk about the yin and yang, look around, even if there are not many people around, they have many reasons to comfort themselves, and even feel that everyone is drunk, and they are sober , in twos and threes, hold together to keep warm, and become more confidantes, but they are also sincere.

According to the Buddhist scriptures, one rain moistens, but all plants and trees have their own differences.

As the old saying goes, the same rice raises all kinds of people, which actually means the same thing.

It is very easy to deny anyone.

Whether it is the boss sword fairy of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, or the Confucian moral sage of Haoran Tianxia, ​​or the sages of various schools of thought, any person in the world, as long as others want to criticize, they can easily deny and kill others in my heart.

Anything that anyone can do, you can do, or you will be out of the ordinary. You can't just do it, otherwise you will be mediocre, and you will be the one who suffers in the end.

It will be difficult to change to genuinely recognize someone.

What Chen Pingan enjoys now is not to compete with them at all, but to have leisure, as long as he has the opportunity, he will try his best to take a look at the complicated lives of these people and see the people in the world.

Chen Pingan took a big gulp of wine, the bowl of wine was finished, and he poured another bowl.

Looking at the peach bread that was devouring his head, Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Eat slowly, no one will grab it from you."

Taoban ignored it.

Chen Pingan drank wine and missed his hometown.

When I was young, in a small town, a child once climbed a tree to get back a broken paper kite hanging on a high branch, but he was said to be a thief.

Once at the Immortal Tomb, I watched my peers play and fight from a distance, and someone was bitten by a snake, and the child hurriedly relied on the herbal prescriptions from the Yang's shop to ask, steal, and eavesdrop, and helped that child. Apply medicine to a child bitten by a snake.

After that, when I saw this black charcoal kid from Mud Bottle Lane who was alone all year round and watched them play from afar, the ones who scolded the most and threw mud the hardest were the ones who had the same experience with the orphans in Mud Bottle Lane. contact with peers.

At that time, Chen Pingan didn't understand why this happened, but when he grew up, he would understand that if they didn't do this, they would lose their friends.

But this does not delay those children. When they grow up, they will be filial to their parents, help the elderly in the neighborhood to carry water, and grab water in the middle of the night.

There will also be those young people who are reduced to being unscrupulous, and some are even lucky, and they will become the helpers of the rich children in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane. Fierce.

Even so, it still doesn't delay these people. Some of them will get rewards, and when they return home, they will take their younger brothers and sisters with shabby clothes and their toes standing "outside the door" all the year round, and go to the small town shop to spend a lot of money. There are a lot of New Year's goods, and then let the parents cook a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner, lively and reunion.

I will make some bamboo dragonflies, bamboo knives and bamboo swords for my younger brothers and sisters.

There are also those people who were all bad-hearted when they were young, and they are still like this when they grow up. Then they get married and have children, and they can live a good life. The family never quarrels over certain right and wrong. All cognitions seem to have a kind of harmony similar to a small world. Even though Chen Pingan became an apprentice kiln worker, he still didn't understand why at the time. Later, he walked through many rivers and lakes and read a lot of books to understand the reason.

The kid in Mud Bottle Lane grows up day by day, and for those encounters when he was young, every moment, there will be big and small unhappiness and grievances.

They could only squat alone, shake their heads, play with weeds, or face the dilapidated statues of gods at the fairy grave, and make little clay figurines that are too rough.

I will also pick up a dead branch at random, on the lush country road, jumping and jumping alone, using the dead branch as a sword, hacking and killing all the way, panting, very happy.

He also had a toothache and his face was red and swollen. He could only chew some homemade herbs in his mouth and didn't want to talk for several days.

But as long as there is no disease or disaster, and there is no pain anywhere on the body, even if you eat a meal and become hungry, you are happy.

He also couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he ran to Suolongjing or under the old locust tree alone. As a lonely child, as long as he looked at the bright starry sky, he would feel as if he had nothing, and he seemed to have everything.

Later, the little slug in the same alley grew up and could walk and talk.

The Straw Sandal Boy in Niping Lane also met Liu Xianyang.

Later, I became an apprentice kiln worker, and I felt that I had some extra hope in life.

You need to take care of some little slugs more, and you need to learn more skills from Liu Xianyang.

Chen Ping hopes that the three of them will have enough food and clothing in the future, no matter what happens in the future, whether it is a major disaster or a small hurdle, they can go through it smoothly, survive it, and survive it.

The little slug said that he must earn a lot of money, so that his mother can wear gold and silver every day when she goes out, and she will move to the house on Fulu Street.

At that time, if all the bastards who bullied their wives don't go looking for trouble, they will all be scared to death, slap their own mouths, and take the initiative to come to the door with chickens and ducks to admit their mistakes, otherwise he, Gu Can, won't He will forgive them. If he scolded him a hundred words before, he will curse back several hundred words. If he kicked him before, he will kick him back seven or eight times. The kick made the other party roll on the ground, almost dead.

Liu Xianyang said that to become the person with the best craftsmanship in all dragon kilns, he must learn all the skills of old man Yao. The emperor's old son is treated as a family heirloom. One day when he gets old and becomes an old man, he Liu Xianyang must be more majestic than old man Yao, scolding all the clumsy disciples and apprentices every day.

Liu Xianyang also hopes that he can break bricks with a single punch, and cross the widest creek in one step. All those who have studied in school, and all those who can read a few acid words, must be respected. He, Liu Xianyang, looked at him with admiration and begged to write Spring Festival couplets for his old Liu family.

At that time, almost three people from different backgrounds had their own wishes. In fact, at that time, everyone felt that they were very big and the biggest.

But no one thought that compared to the life encounters of the three of them later, such a big wish at that time seemed to be not that big, or even small.

It's just that Gu Can has become the kind of person that the three of them hated the most back then.

Liu Xianyang did not become that kind of hero, but became a veritable scholar.

Chen Pingan, who only wanted to live a stable life, did not live a stable life.

I made a lot of money, traveled a long way, and met many people and things that I didn't even dare to think about before. It is no longer the child in straw sandals carrying a big basket to the mountains to collect herbs, but a big basket that is invisible and intangible, full of things that are reluctant to forget to throw away on the road of life, and are picked up one by one and put into the basket on the back Big and small stories.

The endings of some stories are far from happy. The lovers failed to become family members, and the kind people seemed to have no good rewards. Some partings were not sad at the time, but in fact there was no chance of reunion. Some stories have happy endings, but they also have flaws. Some stories don't have that ending yet.

But Chen Pingan has always believed that seeing the light in the dark and giving birth to hope in the desperate situation is not wrong.

Chen Ping put down his wine bowl, dazed in a daze.

It reminded me of that old man Yao who likes to be alone with his arms around his sleeves.

I remember the first time I followed the old man into the mountains to find suitable soil for firing porcelain. Suddenly, there was a heavy snow, the wind was biting, and the snow was knee-deep, almost freezing to death the thin-clothed straw sandal boy.

The silent old man hurried ahead, but slowed down, and said a few words, "Walk on the mountain road in winter, and it's freezing cold. I finally made some money. I don't want to spend a penny. To freeze yourself to death?"

"It's cold and the road is far away, so I just wear more by myself. I can't even think about it? If my parents don't teach me, I don't know how to think about it?"

On the seemingly endless wind and snow road, the suffering young man couldn't even cry when he heard the worse words.

The old man never cared about Chen Pingan's life or death.

But when Chen Ping felt the despair once again, a person chased after him, and not only brought Chen Ping a big package with a thick cotton jacket and dry food, but the tall boy also yelled at him for being serious. An old man who has kowtowed to his teacher in the Eight Classics is not a thing.

When Chen Pingan was not paying attention, someone stretched out his hand to strangle his neck, and was pulled back and fell down.

Not only did the man not accept it as soon as he saw it, but he increased his strength with that arm, rubbed Chen Pingan's head vigorously with the other hand, and laughed loudly: "Now he is quite tall! Did you ask me if I agreed?!"

Chen Ping's eyes were red, and he murmured, "Why did you come here now?"

In the world, the only person who can tell Chen Pingan's life, and Chen Pingan is willing to listen to it, is at the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Because he is Liu Xianyang.