Sword comes

Chapter 982 The Mystery

At the New Year's Eve shop in Qilong Lane, the white-haired boy sitting at the door basking in the sun seemed a little listless. When he saw Chen Pingan who came here to check the accounts, he just yelled dully at the old ancestor of the hidden official.

Compared with the past, it is slightly different. In the two adjacent shops, there are more "long wooden benches" that are most common in rural villages. Neighbors in the neighborhood have a place to sit and chat with each other if they are busy.

Chen Ping sat at the side, shaking his green shirt and long gown, raised his legs, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to go to Tongyezhou to practice, there is a small cave, where are Bai Xuan and Cheng Chaolu?" I'm a child, and now I'm practicing swordsmanship inside. I can ask Cui Dongshan to build you a dojo mansion. I'll pay for the money. The entire Zongmen's territory, with a radius of hundreds of miles, is now my own site. When you get there If you are interested, you can also teach Cheng Chaolu and the others about their practice. Among them is a little girl named Chai Wu, who has excellent aptitude for practicing Taoism. On the top of the mountain, you just tell Cui Dongshan that it is my intention to let him directly transfer it to you, so that it will be regarded as the opening of the peak without holding a celebration. In the future, if you meet someone with good aptitude, if you want to accept disciples, you can do whatever you want."

Because of Bai Jing's arrival, it is easy to attract the prying eyes of some interested people on the side of Qilong Lane. On the other hand, Qingping Sword Sect's side is more able to hide people.

A sword cultivator at the peak of the Ascension Realm, especially a wild monster who has lived for thousands of years, is far more attractive than a newborn sect in terms of status and strength.

The white-haired boy still couldn't lift his spirits, and said sickly: "The road is too far, I can't move."

"It's good to be a handyman disciple here. I'm familiar with it, so I can start over there from the beginning again. It's even more troublesome to preach and teach others. I'm not good at this."

"Ancestor Yinguan, you can't love the new and dislike the old, it's just that there are a few more people like Cui Huasheng and Xie Gou, so just drive me away, nothing else, as long as I am loyal, there is no semicolon."

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Since you don't want to move, that's fine."

The white-haired boy sniffled, looked left and right, and furtively took out a booklet from his sleeve, "Fist manual, live. There are 36 pictures in total, that is, 36 boxing moves, which is one of the most famous fighters in the Qingming world." Unique skills, good stuff at the bottom of the box, ordinary good boxing moves, are not eligible to be recorded in the book, how is someone's vision, how picky, you know it better than me."

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Giving it to me a few years ago was still useful, but it doesn't mean much now."

That being said, the movement of reaching out his hand was not slow, and Chen Ping put it in his sleeve without even looking at it.

This sentence is not all about getting cheap and being obedient, just like Pu Shan's boxing method from the six pictures of immortals, the benefit to Chen Pingan's boxing skills is actually extremely limited. If it is not necessary to teach boxing for others, Chen Pingan may not I will spend so much time and effort perfecting and improving the principles of Pushan boxing, trying to lower the threshold for ordinary martial artists to learn boxing, and then compile it into a book.

It seems that the more you learn boxing and the higher your own realm, the more you can feel the value of Shaking Mountain Boxing.

Of course, Chen Ping also wants to compile a boxing manual that is completely his own, so that pure martial arts disciples of the two sects can gradually practice according to this boxing manual in the next ten years, one hundred thousand years, and climb steadily, and then become like Pushan. Like Yuncaotang, the descendants of future generations can constantly improve the boxing score, and the blue is better than the blue.

Chen Pingan suddenly asked: "Have you ever heard of an alternative opinion about the third level of Wu Fu's limit?"

The white-haired boy shook his head, "I'm not a martial arts practitioner, so I can't tell you this. Maybe I didn't take it seriously."

Chen Pingan apologized: "I shouldn't talk about this."

The white-haired boy grinned, "It's not like the ancestor of the hermit official anymore."

Under Guizhen, from the Nine Realms of Martial Arts to the first level of Qi Sheng, one still attaches great importance to it, especially Qi Sheng,

When a martial artist reaches the level of returning to the truth, he needs to melt his own martial arts experience, pile-frame moves, boxing and boxing methods into one furnace, seek a concise word, and prove the phrase "returning to the basics and returning to the true."

As for what is meant by "God arrives"?Chen Pingan is still groping, and he can only figure it out by himself, there is no other way.Back then when I was practicing boxing on the second floor of the bamboo building, the old man never talked about it, and the occasional words that touched him were mostly unpleasant words. Trash, dare to hope for the ten realms on the top of the mountain?If you can make half of this life and become a martial artist of the five realms, it's time to burn the incense...

From Chen Pingan's point of view, Zhu Lian just spends his days in the realm of traveling far away, and ends up thinking about the mysteries and barriers of returning to the true level all day long.

There are weights in fists, but there is no superiority in law.

For ordinary people to say this truth, they lack confidence.

But Zhu Lian didn't need to speak, that's the reason.

After all, he was the first madman in the history of Ouhua Blessed Land to slaughter the other nine people in the world.

Zhu Lian's spirit was so high and his state of mind was so broad that even Chen Pingan didn't dare to say that he could see it clearly.

The white-haired boy changed from sitting to squatting, probably because of this, he looked taller, and after that, the two fell silent, basking in the warm sunshine of early spring together, lazily.

Chen Ping's mind traveled thousands of miles, his thoughts were like stepping on a watermelon rind, thinking of where to go.

Zen Buddhism has always had two theories of "putting the head on the head" and "the original face".

Chen Pingan suddenly remembered the many broken statues in the Immortal Tomb.

It seems that there is a statue of a god with three heads and six arms descending magic.

Shaking his sleeves, Chen Pingan closed his eyes, meditated for a moment, hesitated after opening his eyes, and didn't get up, just sat and pinched the Dao formulas and seals, at an extremely fast speed, there were more than [-] types in a blink of an eye.

However, Chen Ping quickly stopped.

The white-haired boy also pretended not to notice it. When Chen Pingan stopped the series of dazzling movements, the white-haired boy squatting on the long tree suddenly laughed.

"One plus one equals two. Children who wear open crotch pants know that five plus five equals ten. The answer is obvious."

"But you say one plus one makes two, plus three makes five, and two plus three makes ten."

"There will be some people insisting on saying that it is equal to eight, or equal to nine, but they don't think one is one or one is two."

"One plus ten is eleven, one is not eleven, and ten is not eleven. If ten is missing, everyone can see it, so this kind of mistake is not very common, but if one is missing, it is relatively hidden."

"If that's the case with ten, so what about one hundred, ten thousand or one million, so someone said that all the knowledge in the world is determined to do subtraction. It's best to reduce it to one and there is nothing left. Almost no one is willing to do it. additive."

Chen Pingan first smiled knowingly, then laughed out loud, then his whole face was filled with a smile, and finally he simply burst out laughing.

Instead, it was the white-haired boy's turn to feel strange, "Is it funny?"

This is actually just a weird statement made by Wu Shuangjiang back then. At that time, the nun who was called "Natural" didn't think it was funny.

It's just that Wu Shuangjiang is thinking wildly, anyway, he has always been like this.

Of course, Chen Pingan is a very reserved and introverted person, not the kind of person who shows his emotions, but he is not the kind of person who is always gloomy and silent for a long time. Ping An also makes fun of suffering, and often has some inexplicable antics. In Chen Ping's own words, people can suffer, but they must not look like it.

But in the memory of the white-haired boy, Chen Ping's smile from ear to ear has never happened before.

Chen Pingan was indeed not pretending, but was really happy, finally stopped laughing, nodded and said: "It's very funny!"

The white-haired boy pouted, "You are all weirdos."

Chen Ping crossed his legs, folded his hands on his knees, and said with a smile: "Scholars quarrel, even if it's a dispute between gentlemen, they often don't like to follow the steps and reason the chain. Well, it's really not good at it. It's rare to fight from the beginning to the end. They are all reasonable, and there are not many examples. Of course, the Goose Lake debate can be regarded as a second-class one. The poetry and physique dispute between Su Zi's disciples in the past was also very good. Again, the first-class, I started to move out benevolence, righteousness and morality. The worst thing I do is probably just talk about personal morality. The fun part of the world is that it is often the last one, but it is the most lethal and has the longest circulation, such as father-in-law picking up ashes, torture Prostitutes...every time you bring it up, make a conclusion first and then reverse it. Anyway, since virtues are flawed, all learning is definitely dross. How can I know the specific development of Confucianism? Confucian scholars and sages of all dynasties. Scholars, how many attempts have they made, how many detours have they taken, how much painstaking effort and price have they paid for it... I really don’t know what it will be like now, thousands of years later, or ten thousand years later.”

In the history of Buddhism, not only is there a difference between the Mahayana and the Hinayana, but the later most spectacular Zen lineage is actually very different from the earlier geologists, scripture teachers with profound Buddhist principles, and lawyers who strictly abide by the precepts. Big differences, even within the Zen sect, there are constant disputes and mutual criticisms, which is why there are so many gongan, Denglu, eulogizing the ancients and reading the ancients, and Kanhuatou... Just like Chen Ping'an in the summer palace, he often Read "Biyanlu", "Kongguji" and "Congrong'anlu" repeatedly.

If you don't like reading, you will naturally admit that you are a scholar who is useless as mentioned in the book.

If you like reading, you will naturally be happy that reading is for your next life.

But whether I like reading or not has nothing to do with what kind of person I become.

Probably just like the old abbot of Ouhua Fudi Xinxiang Temple said in the past, how we view the world is how the world views us.

The white-haired boy said indifferently: "Do you have to read more?"

Chen Ping said with a smile: "When I say reading, I don't just refer to books."

Chen Pingan thinks he can't live an unsatisfactory life in a calm and unhurried manner.

But Chen Pingan has seen such a person.

During the time when Shujian Lake ghost hit the wall, I once saw a poor old woman with clean clothes.

So much so that Chen Pingan would feel that such people are Bodhisattvas in the suffering world.

When a child grows up gradually, especially after the parents leave, it is like a house without a door, and death stands outside the door, and it is the turn of this person to look at it.

The white-haired boy turned his head and said softly, "Patriarch Yinguan, wipe away your tears."

Chen Ping was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand, but before touching his face, he laughed angrily, and slapped it.

The white-haired boy tilted his head to avoid it, he was in a good mood and laughed loudly.

Xie Gou was not at the shop, so he probably went to post those dog-skin plasters again, fighting wits and courage with the rich people in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane?

Chen Pingan stood up and walked into the shop. Shi Rou, the acting shopkeeper, immediately took out the account book. Chen Pingan stood by the counter, flipped through the account book, glanced at the child who was looking down at a strange novel, and asked, "Junchen, listen Shopkeeper Li from Red Candle Town said, do you like to buy books on credit over there?"

It is very difficult for this great disciple who is himself a great disciple to call himself Patriarch on his own initiative.

It was rare for Zhou Junchen to feel a little guilty, and he became a little dumb, trying to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and get away with it.

If Chen Pingan talked to him about the seniority of the teacher, Zhou Junchen would never be afraid, but if it had something to do with money, the child would be a little lacking in courage.

Chen Pingan said: "I passed by the bookstore earlier, and helped you settle the bill of tens of taels of silver, and also helped you advance some money. Don't owe money for buying books in the future."

The little bastard bought books, he was really lavish, and he was very heroic, and he didn't know who taught him. Pei Qian, who is the child's teacher, would never teach him like this.

When Zhou Junchen heard this, his face burst into smiles. On the side of the patriarch, it is rare to have a sincere smile.

Unexpectedly, the patriarch immediately added, "What I mean is, don't ask the bookstore to pay on credit. If it spreads badly, there is no problem if you owe me money. You can pay it back slowly in the future, and it will be deducted from your monthly salary. "

Shi Rou held back her laughter. The little mute who had nothing to say to her about this matter was very confident. Originally, she wanted to borrow money from Master Pei Qian to pay off the debt. Disciple, do you have the nerve to ask for debts in the future?

As a result, today, this patriarch stepped in, and this confused account suddenly became a bit unambiguous. Zhou Junchen has already regretted it at this moment, and he would not have bought so much if he had known.

Chen Pingan asked again: "Who came up with the idea of ​​the signboard at Niujiaodu?"

Zhou Junchen said in a big way: "I came up with the solution alone! It has nothing to do with others!"

After all, the child is not experienced in the world, and there is no silver 300 taels here.

Shi Rou was a little worried immediately, the family style of Luobashan, the rules are extremely loose.

But once Chen Pingan, who is the owner of the mountain, believes in something, he will definitely be serious.

The little mute was still not afraid at all, and was very annoyed. Sure enough, he was not on the right track with this patriarch, why did the master find such a master.

Shi Rou stretched out her hand, and gently tugged on the child's sleeve under the counter, signaling him to give in quickly to the mountain master, don't be stubborn.

Unexpectedly, Chen Pingan nodded, "It's still too petty, and I can make up for Yuan Lingdian in Zhixuanfeng and Fengxue Temple Sword Immortal Wei and Jin in Luzhou, Beiju. , even if you pass by Niujiaodu in the future, and you see the sign, you won't ask someone to ask you to ask for a crime. There is also Yuguizong in Tongyezhou, the two direct disciples of Wei Zongzhu, Wei Gusu and Wei Xianyou, I believe they will be very famous in the future You can also fill in the name of the Land Sword Immortal, remember to state the realm, and now they are all golden pills. Then add parentheses after the name and realm, "

The child asked puzzledly: "I will be the sword fairy in the future? Then what's the use of writing the name now? Does it occupy the seat? Squatting in the latrine and not shitting will lower the value of other shop customers in vain."

"What do you know, it's useless to make up for it in the future. When they enter the Nascent Soul Realm, or even the Jade Raw Realm, there is a saying that eating the cakes from the New Year's shop can break through the realm."

Zhou Junchen suddenly widened his eyes, how can he still play like this?

Originally thought that Xie Gou was shameless enough to make money, but he never thought that this one in front of him was even more exaggerated.

Chen Pingan reminded: "It's just a suggestion, it has nothing to do with me."

The little mute grinned, making an exception on Chen Ping's side with a bright smile.

This patriarch, who is away from home all day, really has a few brushes.

No wonder so many hilltops can be bought.

Chen Ping said with a smile: "I don't talk about the achievements of practice, but about business. You boy, I, and your master are far behind."

The little mute automatically ignored this sentence, thought for a while, thought about it seriously, and asked: "Isn't it a taboo on the mountain to talk such nonsense?"

Chen Pingan leaned against the counter, flipping through the modest account book, "What a taboo, it's a beautiful story. I bet you that in the future those two Sword Immortals, both surnamed Wei, will definitely come to the shop to buy pastries." , and not angry at all."

"No gambling, no gambling."

"It's a small gamble for fun, just a few coins, and the winners and losers are counted."

"The white-haired short wax gourd at the door said that you were very famous in the Great Wall of Sword Qi back then. Those who are on the gambling table, come one and kill one, come two and kill one pair, come and kill all three..."

Chen Ping laughed it off.

The white-haired boy basking in the sun outside the door immediately got impatient, jumped up and came to the door, and scolded: "Little dumb, clean your mouth for me, when will I say that the ancestor of the hermit official is very bad at gambling? "

The little mute snorted, "You mean Chen Ping'an is a very good gambler, so I'll just listen to it the other way around."

The white-haired boy couldn't refute the little mute's fallacious reasoning for a while, his eyes were sad and he said: "Ancestor Yinguan, I am wronged, I am wronged!"

Chen Pingan also ignored the clown, and just stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhou Junchen's head, "Just be skinny, just be rude on my side, if you have the ability to say such things in front of your master."

The little mute laughed and said, "I'm not as brainless as some people."

The white-haired boy put his hands on his hips, "Little dumb, if you say such stupid things in such a sly way, be careful that I will scold you. To tell the truth, I usually let you quarrel with you on purpose, and only use less than [-]% of your skills. !"

The corner of the mouth of the little mute curled up, and he said with disdain, "Then scold, scold as you please, if you have the ability, the eighteen generations of your ancestors scold together, anyway, my master is not here, you are afraid of a hammer."

The white-haired boy has really played a role, yo, he can look sideways at people, who did he learn from, who taught him...

It's just that when the white-haired boy noticed that there was another person looking sideways at him, he stopped immediately, sniffled, wrinkled his face, looked up at the sky, and felt bitter.

Shi Rou folded her hands on the counter, watching the big and small gags, smiling all over her face.

Chen Pingan planned to visit the shop next door. Cui Huasheng from Caotou shop would follow Hongxia and Yunzi to Xiandu Mountain, but the girl would become Cui Dongshan's direct disciple.

Brothers and sisters who have been separated for many years, thanks to Cui Dongshan, they can figure it out.

Shi Rou suddenly said in her heart: "Shanzhu, Pei Qian entrusted someone to send me a box of rouge earlier, thank you."

It was no longer her usual hoarse and deep voice, but a soft, feminine voice.

Chen Ping nodded with a smile, "Don't be polite to her."

When Pei Qian was at the shop, there was a short period of time when he studied in a school. It was at that time that Pei Qian began to get close to Shi Rou.

After hesitating for a while, Chen Pingan asked in his heart: "Shi Rou, do you want to change into a skin and show off the appearance of a woman? In addition to the fox-skin beauty talisman on the side of Peixiang, there is also a secret method of Yuzhigang on the side of Xiandu Mountain. All the talismans made can allow you to... change your residence."

Shi Rou shook her head and said: "Shanzhu, there's no need, I've gotten used to it for so many years, and I really don't think there's anything wrong with it, besides, being in this pair of fairy sloughs every day is something that a Qi trainer can't even dream of. Excellent dojo."

It was rare for Zhou Junchen to discuss matters seriously with Chen Pingan, and he even used an honorific title, "Master Patriarch, since you are so good at making money, why don't you help us with our New Year's Eve shop and the Caotou shop next door? Have an idea?"

Chen Ping said with a smile: "The gods also earn money, as well as broken silver and copper coins. As long as the money comes from the front door, it doesn't matter the amount. It requires a long stream. Don't ask for a rolling source of wealth, but a long history."

After a moment of silence, Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to hold the child's head, "When you grow up, you will understand that this is not reasonable."

The little mute nodded.

Although the truth is worthless, the truth that is worthless is still a truth, and my money is confiscated, just listen to it and watch it, wait and see.

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Actually, it's better not to know some truths."

I have seen many truths in many books, and I understand a truth for every suffering.

Only seeing, not understanding, is luck.

When Chen Ping left Qilong Lane, the white-haired boy was still idle, and followed behind the ancestor of the Yinguan as a small follower.

First went to Yang's pharmacy.

At present, there is only one young shop assistant guarding the shop. Because of the accident that year, the business of the shop has not been good these years, but the Yang family has a solid foundation and doesn't care about it at all.

Shi Lingshan, from the gate of Taoye Lane, although not among the four surnames and ten clans, is considered a good family background in a small town.

Maybe this young martial artist still doesn't know that he is the closed disciple of the old man in the backyard, let alone who his senior brothers are, and how they are famous all over the world.

The white-haired boy sat by the door, didn't enter the shop, the room smelled of medicine, he wasn't interested.

Chen Ping crossed the threshold and asked with a smile, "Miss Su is not here?"

Shi Lingshan said: "Senior sister has gone on a trip."

The senior sister didn't say where she was going, but it seemed like a long trip, very far away.

Maybe she will come back next year, maybe the year after, maybe even after next year, she won't come back, so he just waits here.

Shi Lingshan asked curiously: "Chen Ping'an, do you have something to do with Senior Sister?"

They are all locals in the small town, and coupled with the relationship between teachers and students, Shi Lingshan actually has no special impressions of Chen Shanzhu, the desolate mountain master. No matter how many identities he has, he has nothing to do with him. If you just look down on people, then don't come to the door, anyway, no one begs anyone, if you come to the door, you will show off, I am not used to you, no one cares about your face.

The most important thing is that according to some gossip from the owner of the shop, they dare not publicize it to the outside world. It seems that Chen Pingan received a lot of favor from the pharmacy when he was a child.

Chen Ping smiled and said: "It's okay, just asking casually, there are some things from the past, and I want to talk to Miss Su face to face."

Shi Lingshan was vigilant, "What do you have to talk about with my senior sister?"

Chen Pingan couldn't help laughing, and joked: "Shi Lingshan, no matter how you guard against thieves, you can't prevent me."

Shi Lingshan twitched his lips, this might not be the case.

The lazy Zheng Dafeng once said that honest people are not popular, but honest people are especially popular when they have money.

The white-haired boy, who had been listening with his ears upright, was very happy. For no reason, he thought of an "allusion" to the Lost Mountain. It is said that when Li Huai was young, he followed Chen Pingan to study at the Suishanya Academy. A fool, he wanted to make Chen Pingan his brother-in-law, but this little fool thought it over and came to the conclusion that my sister is not worthy.

Damn it, the "gang" that Xiao Mili belongs to is full of talents.

Why can't I get in?The white-haired boy folded his arms around his chest, and began to think seriously. Could it be that I can only take over the right guardian of Qilongxiang from Zhuyi boy?

Wouldn't that be worthy of the name, worse than a dog? !

Inside the shop, Chen Pingan asked, "Can I open the drawer and see some herbs?"

Shi Lingshan said unhappily: "Open the door to do business, anyway, follow the rules, and I have no grudge against you, just look around."

Chen Ping raised his hand habitually, rubbed the waist and ribs of the green shirt on his body, then walked to the medicine cabinet, looked at the label on it, and gently opened a drawer.

Collecting medicine, grasping medicine, brewing medicine, in these matters, Chen Ping'an may be no less than an experienced doctor in a pharmacy.

It is said that one side of water and soil nourishes one side, and the same is true for medicinal materials. The most important thing is the land. The same medicinal materials grow on different mountain tops and boundaries, and the medicinal properties will vary greatly. Therefore, the amount of medicinal use must change accordingly. , have become a private industry, so it is not easy to go to the mountains to collect herbs, so many medicinal materials in the pharmacy need to find other channels, such as purchasing from Hongzhu Town and various merchants.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he got, the white-haired boy suddenly stood up and ran into the house, intending to take a shortcut, bypassing Pei Qian, the chief helmsman, and issue a decree with the ancestor Yinguan, directly making himself the deputy chief helmsman , Contented and happy, don't think the official is small.

The white-haired boy lowered his voice and talked to the Yinguan patriarch about this, but it was no surprise that the Yinguan patriarch told her to leave.

Chen Ping opened another drawer and sniffed it. The name of this herb is very interesting, it is called Wang Buliuxing.

Chen Pingan gently pushed back the drawer, turned his head and smiled and suggested: "Shiling Mountain, in the future, the shop will go to the mountain to collect herbs, and you can go to Xiancao Mountain, Zhusha Mountain, and Weixia Peak as you like. Fifty or sixty kinds of medicinal materials may be a bit better than buying from other places, and you can save some money."

Shi Lingshan was calculating, and said absent-mindedly: "You can't talk to me about this. It's not my business to go to the mountains to collect medicines. I'm just the guy who looks after the store, but I can talk to some unreliable guy and make an agreement in advance. , that guy is unreliable, he talks louder than farts, does less work than farts, just listens to thunder and doesn't rain, the shop depends on him, and it hasn't closed yet, it's all smoke from ancestral graves."

Chen Ping laughed it off.

The folk customs of the small town have always been so simple.

He always likes to carry a gun with a stick when talking, and all of them are self-taught masters of the rivers and lakes.

Shi Lingshan, who was born in Taoye Lane, can at best be regarded as an outer disciple of this sect.

The white-haired boy respected this young man as a man, for he dared to talk to his hermit ancestor like that.

Even though time has changed, Fulu Street and Taoye Lane on the side of the town, and the locals left behind in other streets and alleys, if you put aside the fairy customs hidden behind the scenes, there is actually little change.

There will still be people who wear clean long clothes and have read books and said Confucius.

There will also be people who always have dirt in their nails, calloused hands that are yellowed by burning charcoal, and people who like to swear.

Chen Pingan left the shop, crossed the threshold, and stood there for a while.

Then pass by the crab shop.

Chen Pingan circled around the archway slowly, with his hands wrapped around his sleeves, and he kept looking up.

Do your part, wish to speak naturally, don't ask outside, and get angry.

The white-haired boy stood there all the time, nothing to look at, and the four plaques now don't have the slightest meaning left.

Chen Pingan continued to walk. The real owner of the restaurant next to the street, which was the tallest building in the town, was Aunt Feng. The business was still very good. Every time the locals held a wedding banquet in the county, whether it was a wedding banquet or a celebration banquet, they still liked it. Come here to show off.Some Qi practitioners who bought a house here as a dojo also like to come here for a few drinks, but the wine they drink is naturally different from ordinary people.

An iron-locked well has long been locked up by the county government, and a stone fence has been built, so that ordinary people can no longer come here with buckets to draw water.

The old locust tree is gone.

Walking along the main street of the county town, we came to the yellow mud house on the easternmost side of the town. It belonged to Zheng Dafeng, the first gatekeeper of his family's Luoba Mountain.

Going further outside is the fairy tomb that was overgrown with weeds in the past. You can take a detour to the old porcelain mountain in the north, but it was built into Wenwu Temple by the Dali court.

Chen Ping went to the wooden stake by the side of the road and sat down, and said to the white-haired boy, "Don't follow, it's easy to be misunderstood."

The white-haired boy pretended to be stupid on purpose, raised his hands high, and gestured at the height of the two sides, "It's just the two of us, what can we misunderstand?"

But to be honest, if you can really become the daughter of the ancestor of the Yinguan, you think it is a very lucky thing, right?

Looking at Pei Qian, Chen Nuanshu, and Xiaomi Mili, one would know that if this guy had a daughter in the future, he would be so spoiled.

Then you and Ning Yao come to a hungry tiger and goat, hurry up and cook the rice.Counseling one, deserves to be single.

Chen Pingan didn't bother to learn as much as she did. He sat on the stake and turned his head to look at the road that stretched into the distance.

The Great Wall of Sword Qi has sword repairs like clouds. It is not surprising that Qi trainers other than sword repairers should not practice in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. It is a kind of torment.

But there was one thing that Chen Pingan was still puzzled by, and the more he thought about it, the more mysterious he felt.

That is the end martial artist in the history of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the number is too small!It can even be said that it is so small that it is outrageous.

Mother Bai, she used to be the great master of the limit, but she was injured and fell on the battlefield, and she was at the top of the mountain.

According to the archives of the Summer Palace, going back further, the Sword Qi Great Wall has only had one Ending Boundary Martial Artist for a very long period of time, and she is also a female master.

It's like, the martial arts of the Great Wall of Sword Qi are only for female martial arts, so let's make an exception?

Chen Ping tapped his knees lightly with his fingers, and frowned.

On the other side of the golden long bridge, she once revealed the secret, the ancient star Qiming, also known as Chang Geng, is actually where the strange mountain is located.

A pure martial artist, his body becomes a god.

It's a pity that the ancestor of the military family failed to really walk through this road.

The three official positions of the Jianqi Great Wall are criminal officer, hidden officer, and sacrificial officer.

According to the original intention of setting up the three officials at the earliest, the criminal officials were in charge of killing, the hidden officials were in charge of strategy, and the sacrificial officials were in charge of sacrifices.

As for the previous priest, according to the records of the top-secret archives of the Summer Palace, the files of the priests of the past dynasties are extremely detailed. There are only a few words of records.

I remember that Ning Yao said that the first time she came to the town, she was in Yang's shop, and heard that old man Yang took the initiative to mention that there was once a passer-by sword fairy, who left a landscape travel diary.

According to the old man, he often reads this travel book, so he knows some things outside.

Ning Yao from the Great Wall of Sword Qi mentioned a sword cultivator, but the old man used the title of "Sword Immortal".

Chen Pingan didn't pay much attention to this detail before, but now Chen Pingan couldn't help but think about it.

Therefore, Chen Ping suspected that the files of the previous priests in the Summer Palace were deliberately faked.

Chen Pingan naturally thought of Yu Lu.

Standing up, Chen Pingan didn't go to the fairy tomb, but turned back the same way, crossed the streets and alleys, left the town, and walked towards the stone arch bridge.

The white-haired boy still followed behind, swaying, walked up the stone bridge, and pointed to a piece of emerald green by the river, where the water plants were like a pen, and she asked curiously what it was.

Chen Pingan glanced at it and said that it was Artemisia persicae. The fried meat was very fragrant and delicious, but it was a seasonal wild vegetable, not always available.

In the spring breeze, everything grows luxuriantly, as if there is everything. In winter, it seems that there is nothing. Digging winter bamboo shoots is actually not easy, especially when the mountains are covered with snow.

Chen Pingan said with a smile that Artemisia annua can be seen in poems, which may have been written by Su Zi at the earliest. With just a few words, Su Zi can write the most moving beauty of festivals and scenery.

The white-haired boy asked the old cook if he knew how to fry this dish, and Chen Pingan said that I would, but the white-haired boy just said oh, but he had no intention of picking wild vegetables.

Standing on the bridge, Chen Ping looked up and suddenly found that there seemed to be more ducks in the river. By the way, Liu Xianyang and the round-faced girl were not at the blacksmith's shop.

No wonder no wonder.

The white-haired boy walked across the bridge, sat down on the other side of the steps, and said, "Old Patriarch Yinguan, I'll wait here."

Because she knows what Chen Ping'an is going to do, many things can be done without any taboos, but there are some things that should not be joked about.

Chen Pingan turned his head and said with a smile: "Just follow along, and there are no particulars or taboos."

Go to the grave to offer incense and add soil.

During this trip to Tongyezhou, I went to many mountains. On the way back to Luopo Mountain, I disembarked at Laolongcheng, and walked with Senior Song for a long distance. After saying goodbye, Chen Pingan actually followed the old man quietly until the old man walked to At a city gate, Chen Pingan, who followed silently, raised his arm and waved suddenly, then left with a smile.After that, I passed and stopped at many green hills, some of which were still covered with snow.

Chen Pingan offered incense and added soil, then took out a jug of wine, knelt down and poured it on the grave.

The white-haired boy squatted in the distance and watched from afar.

Chen Ping turned his head to look, and the tomb behind him was facing a distant mountain, among which there were two peaks like a pen holder.

Dazed for a moment, Chen Pingan was aware of this for the first time. He was young and ignorant, so how could he know these ways.

Later, he left his hometown many times, and learned a little about qi and kanyu, but every time he went to the grave, Chen Pingan never looked at the green hills in the distance.

Chen Ping simply sat by the grave and looked at the mountain silently.

It can be seen from this that after the parents left, the grave was chosen here, which is very particular.

Maybe it was chosen by the old people who knew these things in the town in the early years.

Here in the small town of my hometown, year after year, with fewer old people, the taste of the year will be weak.

I heard from both Pei Qian and Xiao Mi Li that it is not so lively to ask for supper now.

One year when Chen Ping'an was not at home, Pei Qian, who was still a little black charcoal, kept vigil at the ancestral house in Niping Lane, opening the door early in the morning to set off firecrackers.

If it weren't for Chen Ping'an's warning, it is estimated that Pei Qian, who already had a few dollars in his pocket at that time, could buy a whole store of firecrackers.

Millet once had a riddle, which was really thought up by the little girl in black, not taught to her by Chen Pingan.

Once Xiao Mi asked, what runs the fastest and what runs the slowest, but neither of them can catch up.Chen Pingan gave a lot of answers, and Mi Li said it was wrong. It really stumped Chen Pingan, who was still quite smart, and made the little girl happy. It was yesterday and tomorrow!

It seems to be like this, all yesterdays cannot be recovered, and all tomorrows are tomorrow.

The white-haired boy never bothered him.

The mountains are warm and the water is soft, the willows are soft, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the spring flowers bloom.