Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan saw the girl in green again. She was silently following a middle-aged man, lowering her head and nibbling on a piece of scallion egg pancake.

The man looked hopeless.

After seeing Chen Pingan, the man stopped and asked, "Are you the guy I drove away last time?"

The man in the back was hit hard and the girl in Tsing Yi who hit the "wall" looked up and looked confused. Suddenly she saw Chen Pingan. Just as she was about to laugh, she suddenly turned her back to Chen Pingan. The girl hurriedly wiped the corners of her mouth.

Chen Pingan held back his laughter, nodded to the man and said, "Hello, Master Ruan."

Apparently, that girl is probably Master Ruan's daughter.

But the father and daughter really don't look alike, and luckily they don't.

The man Chen Ping'an called Master Ruan was the blacksmith who moved to the south bank of the creek not long after arriving in the town. He continued to ask: "Why hasn't Liu Xianyang gone to blacksmith in the past two days?"

Just as Chen Ping'an was about to explain to Liu Xianyang, the man had already said coldly: "Go and tell that boy that if you don't see him again today, you don't have to go to my shop tomorrow."

Chen Pingan said hurriedly: "Master Ruan, there is something urgent at home..."

The man interrupted the young man and said rudely: "That's his business, none of my business?!"

Chen Ping'an was not a person who was good at words. He was stunned on the spot, his face flushed with anxiety, and he didn't know how to speak, for fear that he would not be helpful. He had experienced Master Ruan's upright temper personally.

The girl in Tsing Yi tried to say something nice to Chen Pingan, but the man who knew his daughter, Mo Ruofu, told him in advance: "Eat your cake!"

The girl, who was filled with grievances, suddenly quickened her pace and stepped hard on the man's instep. Then the wind blew under her feet and she disappeared in an instant.

The man sighed, left Chen Pingan aside, and continued to move forward.

Chen Ping'an also sighed, ran to the breakfast shop, bought a basket of six buns, and rushed to Mud Bottle Alley.

When they arrived at their house, they saw Liu Xianyang squatting on the wall, leaning half of his body towards Song Jixin's yard, eavesdropping very attentively.

Chen Pingan sometimes feels that Liu Xianyang really deserves a beating.

He had to remind: "I just met Master Ruan and asked you to go to the blacksmith shop to help today. He also said that if I can't see you today, I will fire you."

Liu Xianyang said absentmindedly: "What's the rush? It's hard to find an apprentice like me who is both agile and hard-working even with a lantern. Master Ruan is just saying harsh words. It doesn't matter if we go tomorrow."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "I'm sure Master Ruan is definitely not joking."

Liu Xianyang said irritably: "I'll go later, don't delay me from doing my business."

Chen Ping'an brought breakfast to the girl in black, and took three directly to Liu Xianyang, while he only bit one.

Liu Xianyang finished all the meat buns in a few strokes, and while wiping his mouth, he whispered: "There was a guest at Song Jixin's house just now. He was a big shot at first glance. If I'm not mistaken, he should be the current official of the kiln. Mr. Supervisor, when he went to our dragon kiln in official uniform, Old Man Yao thought that you bunch of unqualified apprentices were an eyesore, so he didn’t let you show up to gain experience. I’m different. Old Man Yao even asked me to work for that person. Sir, please demonstrate what a 'jumping knife' is."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The new supervisor takes more care of Song Jixin. Everyone in the town knows this. What are you doing here with suspicion?"

Liu Xianyang said worriedly: "A pretty boy like Song Jixin will definitely not be able to compete with me, but if Zhigui falls in love with this magnanimous official, my chances of winning are not good! Then your future sister-in-law will follow If someone runs away, what should I do? What should you do too?"

Chen Pingan walked directly back to the house.

Liu Xianyang was left squatting on the wall feeling sorry for himself.

The girl in black sat at the table, her back straight, holding the handle of the knife in one hand, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Sweat beaded on her forehead.

This is the first time that Chen Pingan has seen a girl with such an expression. Although her body is tense and guarded, her eyes are bright and she is eager to try.

Chen Pingan returned to the threshold and asked, "Do you know the identity of the guest next door?"

Chen Pingan replied: "I heard that Liu Xianyang is the current kiln supervisor in our town. He is very kind. He gave me way at the alley just now."

The girl sneered: "This kind of person is scary."

Chen Pingan was puzzled.

She asked: "When people walk on the roadside and see ants, will they step on them?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and replied: "Gu Can will definitely do it. He often uses water to water the ant nest or blocks the way out of the ant nest with rocks. Liu Xianyang probably does it when he is in a bad mood."

The girl in black was speechless.

Chen Pingan grinned, "I actually understand what Miss Ning means."

She was surprised: "Really or not?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I think you meant two things, girl. The first one means that the people in our town, in the eyes of you outsiders, are just ants crawling around on the soles of your feet. The second meaning is that among outsiders, , and divided into high and low, Fu Nanhua, Cai Jinjian, only a child like Gu Can would think it would be interesting to control the life and death of ants, or it would be an eyesore, but the official who came to our Mud Bottle Lane was different, he spoke and acted , will match his status, so he seems particularly polite. Miss Ning, right?"

The girl asked: "How did you figure it out?"

The young man replied jokingly, "After I saved my life and came back, my brain seems to be a little brighter."

The girl in black asked seriously: "What did you see before you died?"

"I didn't see anything." Chen Pingan was a little confused, but he still answered honestly: "Actually, I didn't think much about that alley from beginning to end. It would be better for Miss Ning to ask Fu Nanhua and Cai Jinjian about this question. , they might be able to see something.”

She snorted coldly: "Hey, your tone is so loud!"

After saying this, she stared at the straw sandal boy for no reason.

Chen Ping'an was flustered, "What's wrong?"

The girl frowned, a little annoyed, and said to herself in the dialect of her hometown: "My family's swordsmanship, whether it is the sword skills and mental techniques, or the methods used to temper the body and soul, are all unique secrets that are not passed down. , I haven’t learned everything, how can I dare to teach others. And I haven’t learned those superficial things in other places, otherwise I can give him a clear way, even if it is just to strengthen the body and prolong life. Now Where can I find the lowest entry level secret book?"

The girl's eyes lit up, "Robbery? No, no, it's not robbery, it's just asking someone to borrow a secret book. If you borrow it, you'll return it."

Unfortunately, her face quickly turned gloomy, and she said bitterly: "Damn old eunuch! Wait for me, see if I don't turn your palace upside down."

She cried sadly and said sadly: "Is it true that I can only find a swordsmith named Ruan? I can do just fine with killing people. I'm four or five times as good as my mother, but I'm really not good at asking for help."

The straw-shoe boy sat on the threshold and looked at the girl named Ning Yao. She was talking to herself, her face changing like clouds in the sky.

The handsome man in a white robe and jade belt stood in Song Jixin's room, looked around and frowned slightly, "Song, did he arrange such a shabby place for you?"

Song Jixin pursed his lips and said nothing.

The maid Zhigui had already taken notice and hid in her side room.

According to the most widely circulated theory in the town, the former superintendent, Mr. Song, was not good at his business and failed to produce royal tribute porcelain that satisfied the court. With that little hard work, he left a covered bridge and returned to Beijing to take up his post. Of course, Song Jixin, an illegitimate son, was left behind, and he only bought him a personal maid to take care of his daily life, and then "entrusted him" to his friend, the new superintendent who took his place. I heard that his surname was also Song.

But the truth is a mystery to the authorities and may not be clear to onlookers.

Song Jixin himself didn't know what kind of relationship the guy in front of him had with the man named Song. Were they colleagues in the officialdom who had a close relationship? A classmate and friend who studied in the past? Or are they the rivals of other hilltop factions in the capital temple? Before leaving, the man surnamed Song mentioned a few words, saying that after the new governor arrived in the town, he would soon take them, the master and the servant, to leave the town and rush to the capital. Be extremely respectful and don't show any slights.

Song Jixin didn't have the slightest fondness for the domineering man from the capital in front of him, probably because he hated Wu Ji Wu.

The confidence he showed in his maid Zhigui, and his calmness in leaving his hometown were just due to the boy's self-esteem.

The man smiled and said: "That's all, that sour scholar named Song has always been cautious and cautious. He is not like a big man, but more like a woman. Otherwise, he would not be allowed to come here to look after you."

Song Jixin's brows were gloomy.

The man casually glanced at the big box where the young man stored his belongings, curled his lips with a disdainful look, and said slowly: "Before coming here, I have met Fu Nanhua from Old Dragon City. He is such an unlucky guy. He will almost miss it here. Dao's heart is broken. Your business with him will continue as usual. You will be responsible for your losses. I will not get involved in this kind of rubbish. But before leaving, you must go to the covered bridge with me and kowtow a few times. You have nothing to do with me from now on. Come home with me, do what you are supposed to do, sit on the chair you are supposed to sit on, and do your part. It’s that simple, do you understand?"

"Of course you understand. Mr. Song's words are not obscure."

The young man sneered: "Only for what reason?"

The man smiled, turned around and looked at the young man for the first time, and asked: "The sissy named Song said that you are extremely talented. She is really not afraid of flashing her tongue in her comments. You might as well guess, why do you think I am so talented?"

If you look closely, you will find that there are some similarities in appearance and spirit between the two people.

Song Jixin was even more angry, but he just couldn't bear it.

The man stopped trying to be pretentious and playful: "Why? Of course I am a very unlucky young man with a great reputation, and I can actually be your uncle."

Song Jixin was shocked and his face turned pale.

The man in white robe turned a blind eye to this, held the jade belt with both hands, looked at the sky outside the window, and said with a smile: "This king is the number one martial artist in the Great Li Dynasty."

In fact, this sentence is replaced by another one, which is more shocking, but men would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. They feel that as long as they are behind others, even if they are just one or two people behind, it is not worth publicizing at all.

The man thought of the Confucian saint sitting here, his mouth was full of contempt, and he snorted coldly.

He thought about it.

If I were not in this world, I could kill you, Qi Jingchun and other immortals from the three religions with one hand.

In the hut of the school, Mr. Qi was listening to the reading sounds of the Mongolian children.

Sit upright.

Sitting upright in the true sense, it is difficult for scholars like Song Jixin and Zhao Yao to appreciate its essence.

There is a Confucian classic that "establishes religion and establishes a sect" called "Dali". The "Cultivation Chapter" specifically mentions that a gentleman should sit like a corpse, because the corpse is the image of a god, and sitting like a corpse makes it solemn and solemn. And know.

At this moment, Qi Jingchun seemed to have heard the silent thoughts of the man in white robe. She said with a gentle smile: "A warrior is in charge of the country, which is great. However, the white dragon fish suit is not a good omen." "