Sword of Coming

Although there is no need to visit relatives, it is not a problem to stay in the deserted Luoluo Mountain during the Chinese New Year, so Chen Pingan took the two little ones out of the mountain and returned to the bustling town. It was already as lively as Huang Tingguo In any county, there are only iron lock wells without iron locks, old streets without old locust trees, and Mr. Qi’s school. No matter how popular it is and how full of flavor it is, Chen Ping’an still feels a little lost. .

Approaching the alley, the boy in green complained: "Master, if I encounter a vicious spirit on the way to Mud Bottle Alley this time, the kind that can kill me with one punch, if I hadn't been so ruthless, I would have I really won’t go back down the mountain to my old home again! Then don’t blame me for being unloyal.”

As a result, as soon as he arrived at the entrance of Mud Bottle Alley, Chen Pingan saw a familiar figure, slender and graceful, like a young willow branch in the spring breeze. She was holding a bucket in both hands, which should be the well on the Xinghua Alley just now. Returning, it was a bit difficult, so I simply dropped the bucket, and then the girl bent over and gasped. The bucket fell heavily to the ground, splashing a lot of water, but the girl didn't care about this flaw at all.

Zhigui, or Wang Zhu, was the maid of Jixin in the Song Dynasty.

As for whose maid she became, it was him or his next-door neighbor Song Jixin. Chen Pingan did not complain about the girl, because the book said that good birds choose trees to roost in.

That windy and snowy night, the girl lay dying in the snow. Using her last strength, she stretched out her hand and gently knocked on the door.

Whether to save others or not is Chen Pingan's own business. Whether others repay their kindness is their business.

It's just that they met again much sooner than expected, and Chen Ping'an felt complicated.

Zhigui also saw Chen Pingan, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and looked at Chen Pingan. The straw sandals were still straw sandals, but his hair was tied with a hairpin. He seemed to be a little taller. He was no longer walking around alone, but There are two more small oil bottles beside me.

The girl said nothing.

Just as Chen Ping'an was about to say hello, he found that the boy in green gripped his arm hard and refused to let him go forward. Not only him, but also the girl in pink skirt hid behind him, holding on to his sleeves tightly. The two little guys My teeth were chattering all the time, and I didn’t dare to breathe.

Just like a timid ordinary person who is most afraid of ghosts in his life, and then he really saw a ghost in the daytime.

The boy in Tsing Yi felt remorseful in his heart, wishing he could give himself a big mouth and make you have a crow's mouth!

The girl in pink skirt whispered softly behind Chen Pingan: "Master, I'm afraid, more afraid than death."

Chen Ping'an sighed, "Then you go shopping elsewhere in the town, such as our shop in Qilong Lane. You can help take care of some business. I will find you later."

The two little guys ran away as if they had been granted amnesty.

Chen Ping'an walked to Mud Bottle Alley alone. The scene was exactly the same for so many years. The boy helped the girl pick up the bucket and walked into the alley together.

Zhigui asked: "Those two guys are your new book boys and maids?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Do you think I am a master? They are just shouting for fun."

Zhigui said oh.

When passing by the ancestral house of the Cao family, the courtyard door was wide open. The old Cao Xi was squatting at the door and eating melon seeds. The young Cao Jun was squatting on the wall, still eating melon seeds.

Obviously, let’s watch the fun together.

Cao Xi said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, is this your little lover? We have been making love to each other so early in the morning, which makes me and Cao Jun very envious."

Cao Jun, who likes to squint at people, still has a smile on his face. He wears a pair of long and short swords around his waist and nods, "I envy you. I envy you."

Zhigui snorted: "The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked! No wonder the ancestral house collapsed."

Cao Xi, a dignified Land Sword Immortal from Nan Po Suo Continent and half owner of a Zhenhai Tower, was not annoyed at all. Instead, he smiled even brighter, "My aunt taught me the right lesson. I just don't know why after so many years, our old Cao family's "Xianghuo villain, why don't I have any of them? Logically speaking, I am prosperous in Posuzhou. Why are the lintels here shining brightly and the lights shining at night? How come my family has ended up in such a miserable state?"

Zhigui kept walking and turned to look at Cao Xi with an innocent smile, "You can be forgiven for your sins, but you can't live for your own sins. Could it be possible that someone else ate your incense villain? Besides, this small town Techniques are forbidden. It is more difficult to raise a little Incense Man by relying on the influence of the family ancestors than to ascend to heaven. Maybe your Cao family has never had a Little Incense Man. Right?"

Cao Xi laughed loudly, "It makes sense. My aunt, please walk slowly, the alley is dilapidated, and be careful not to sprain your feet."

Zhigui turned his back to the old bastard, his face gloomy.

From beginning to end, Chen Pingan said not a word.

Cao Jun asked with a smile: "Old Cao, what's going on? Over there in Posu Island, with your achievements, the number of incense villains can be gathered together to fight on the lintels and plaques, right?"

Cao Xi didn't take it seriously and said: "It's one thing that it's difficult to produce incense villains in Lizhu Cave. She didn't lie. But with the achievements of Xie Shi and I, there should still be one or two left, such as Xie Shi from Taoye Lane." The family relies on a pair of incense villains to maintain the family tradition for hundreds of years and barely save the incense heirs. Otherwise, it would have been like this dilapidated house in our house, and everyone would have died."

Cao Jun clicked his tongue and said, "Are you bothering that girl? Then you are still so kind and gentle? You don't want to sleep with her, right?"

A flaming red fox jumped from the roof onto Cao Jun's head and said with a smile: "Sleep with her? How could Lao Cao have the courage? That girl is now the center of attention. If Lao Cao were to reach a higher level, he wouldn't dare to do it. Her hands and feet are frivolous, and the most she can do is play with her mouth a few times, and use the wax tip of her silver gun, which is of no use."

Cao Xi turned his head and said with a smile: "Get away, I smell like a fox and it prevents me from breathing in the breath of my hometown."

The fox standing above Cao Jun stretched out a paw, pointed at the sole of his foot, and stamped his foot vigorously, "Come on, come on, come on, if you have the ability, use the natal sword on your wrist and chop at me. Cao Xi, don't chop at me." He is my grandson. Just chop him to death, and if I hide for a moment, I will be your granddaughter!"

Cao Jun shook his head, but did not throw the fox away, and said helplessly: "You two are so angry, can you not get me involved? To be fair, Lao Cao just married the thirty-eighth beautiful concubine. That’s it, if you really can’t bear the bad breath, just peel off her skin and use it as your new clothes. You have done this kind of thing for a long time and you are so familiar with it, why do you want to take it out on me?”

The flaming red fox sneered: "The old bastard likes those with big buttocks and round buttocks. It has not made any progress in so many years. It is really disgusting."

Cao Xi sat on the doorstep again, nibbling on melon seeds, "I love it that money can't buy. Oh, by the way, bitch, I'll treat you to some melon seeds during the Chinese New Year."

Bang.

The flaming red fox shattered above Cao Jun's head, and then revealed its original shape on the roof. In an instant, it exploded again, and so on, from the roof of the Cao family's old house to the house next door, extending all the way until leaving Mud Bottle Alley. , the flaming red fox was spared from the disaster. His eyes were dim and he sat cross-legged on a raised eaves with gritted teeth. He began to breathe.

Cao Xi had run out of melon seeds. He clapped his hands and stood up. He walked back to the yard and told Cao Jun: "Don't be impatient in the near future. The Great Li Dynasty is now a battleground. It's not as simple as you think."

Cao Jun said lazily: "I know."

"'knew'?"

Cao Xi chewed on the words, and finally sneered: "You are not qualified to say these three words."

Cao Jun said cynically: "I know."

Cao Xi strode into the house and said bitterly: "Trash from the Nine Realms!"

Cao Jun looked calm.

Chen Ping'an arrived at the door of the next courtyard, handed the bucket back to the girl, and asked casually: "Song Jixin didn't come back?"

She answered the question inappropriately, "Where are the hens and chickens in my cage?"

Chen Ping'an looked confused and said, "I don't know."

The girl looked at the boy carefully. She suddenly smiled brightly and stopped asking further questions. Instead, she stretched out two fingers and made a gesture, "Now Song Mu is so much taller than you."

Chen Pingan said oh, turned around and walked back to his yard.

Chen Ping'an had just unlocked the door and entered the yard. Suddenly he saw the upside-down "福" character above his door. It had disappeared. He became furious and walked directly to the courtyard wall without saying a word. "Zhigui, the character "福" is in my house. where?!"

Then he laughed angrily and realized that the word "福" was posted on the door of the next door.

This thief is really brave.

The girl put the bucket in the kitchen, walked out slowly, and said innocently: "I don't know."

The answer is exactly the same as the answer given by Chen Pingan before.

Chen Pingan said angrily: "Give it back to me!"

Zhigui opened his eyes wide, "Then I deliberately left the wooden figure in the kitchen. You obviously touched it, but I didn't say anything to you."

Chen Ping'an suddenly became speechless, feeling a little unreasonable.

Zhigui suddenly asked: "Qi Jing... Mr. Qi's school, have you posted the Spring Festival couplets?"

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's posted, the Spring Festival couplets and the word "Fu" are not missing."

Chen Ping'an didn't want to continue to be entangled with her, so he went directly to the house and took out the remaining "Fu" character. He set up a ladder and pasted a new "Fu" character on it.

The girl stood on the other side of the courtyard wall and reminded: "It's crooked."

Chen Pingan remained unmoved and gently tamped the red paper and paste with his fingers.

The girl said anxiously: "Really, why are you lying to me? Chen Ping'an, why are you so ignorant? If the word "Fu" is posted crookedly, it will be unlucky."

Chen Pingan walked down the ladder and looked up to make sure it was not crooked.

The girl still chattered: "It's really wrong. If you don't believe it, if you let practitioners like Cao Xi and others see it, you will know that I didn't lie to you. You are a mortal with naked eyes. No matter how good your eyesight is, it is not as good as ours."

Chen Pingan walked into the house and slammed the door shut.

After about a stick of incense, the young man opened the door quietly, crossed the threshold quietly, and stared at the word "Fu" with his eyes wide open.

Not crooked.

Zhigui opened the door like a ghost, stuck his head out, and said with a straight face: "It's really crooked."

Chen Ping'an felt a little aggrieved and took a bench to bask in the sun at the door. After a while, he began to practice drawing blanks.

Zhigui stood on the other side of the courtyard wall, looking at the young man who was no longer firing porcelain. After watching for a while, he felt a little bored, so he went back to his room to sleep.

She lay on the bed and swallowed. On the lintel of the Cao family's ancestral house, only a little incense man was born. He was of high appearance and golden. He was completely golden with only a few flaws, but it was a pity that it was not enough to fill the gap between her teeth. of.

Next door, Chen Ping'an practiced drawing blanks skillfully and his mind was as calm as water.

While resting, Chen Ping'an began to plan his future. Baolu Mountain, Caiyun Peak and Xiancao Mountain were all near the top of Ruan Qiong's house. According to the agreement, they would be leased to Ruan Qiong for free. The continuous area was equivalent to helping Ruan Qiong. Ruan Qiong occupies the largest vast land in the west. For this reason, Ruan Qiong needs to help Chen Pingan take care of the five hills to prevent Chen Pingan from spending money. For this matter, Chen Pingan is grateful to Ruan Qiong.

Let's not talk about Zhenzhu Mountain. It is such a big place. It is difficult for a clever woman to make a living without rice. Let alone build a cave paradise. If it is exhausted, it will just build a hut on it. It is estimated that only Chen Ping'an is willing to squander a gold and copper coin.

But the management of Luolu Mountain does require careful attention.

Chen Pingan is well aware of the unusualness of the Bamboo House. Luolu Mountain has a mountain temple to help guard the landscape. It is a real Feng Shui treasure place. There is also a black snake that is determined to walk across the river and become a dragon. It plays the role of looking after the house and the courtyard. Now there are two more dragons. Little guy, that's why he thought of exchanging ordinary snake gallstones with the boy in green for money, not to mention turning Luo Luoshan into a cornucopia, so that he could have some hope of supplementing his family's income in the future.

Chen Pingan loves money because he has known that making money is not easy since he was a child. This does not mean that after Chen Pingan has money, he will tightly cover his money bag.

Swordsmanship requires practice, but before you determine how to practice swordsmanship, there is no point in worrying about it.

Of course, we have to continue to practice the Mountain Shaking Fist diligently. After all, it’s still early to promise a million punches.

The matter of drawing talismans is equivalent to another form of martial arts practice. The former focuses on the forging of the body, while the latter focuses on the internal tempering of the Qifu acupoints. The two sides do not conflict, but are good things that complement each other. Chen Ping'an is nothing more than combining Part of the time for walking and setting up stakings was allocated to drawing talismans, but to draw talismans, talisman paper was needed, and the talisman paper was made of real gold and silver, which inevitably made Chen Ping'an feel a little scared.

After all, I still earn less money.

In addition to these, the biggest regret in Chen Pingan's heart at the moment is that he is temporarily unable to control the small object given by Sword Spirit. Although it is safe to put most of the family's wealth in the blacksmith shop, it is inconvenient after all. Cui Dongshan and the boy in Qingyi are so close. Objects and square-inch objects made Chen Pingan realize the preciousness and practicality of such treasures. No wonder not everyone has one among the gods on the mountain.

Chen Pingan looked to the south, wondering how Master Ruan was doing with his sword making.

Ruan Qiong promised Miss Ning that he would help her create a magical weapon.

If the casting is successful one day, she will have a handy sword, and he himself will have a locust wood sword.

Chen Ping'an thought it was a good idea to name them "Subduing Demons" and "Exterminating Demons".

In addition to the sword embryo, although the literary saint said it was called "Xiao Fengdu", Chen Ping'an felt that it would be more appropriate to change its name to "Chu Yi" or "Morning". After all, it was in the early morning of the first day of the first lunar month. It’s the first time I came to this world as a flying sword.

When Chen Ping'an had such an idea in his mind, the sword embryo, which had been silent for a long time, immediately began to make waves in the sea of ​​​​qi.

Chen Pingan's face turned red instantly and he began to suffer.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath and had no time to go inside, so he had to use the sword furnace to set up stakes to deal with the sword embryo's swift revenge.

It was miserable.

Over at the inn closest to the town, Cui Han, the national advisor of the Great Li Dynasty, has been staying here recently. He has neither made any publicity nor deliberately concealed his whereabouts.

Today, the imperial master walked out of the inn, not letting the swordsman Xu Ruo follow him, and traveled far alone.

Every time Cui Chang took a step, he was three or four miles away. Finally, he stood in the middle of a small path and stopped an old man in ragged clothes.

The barefooted old man, who was in a state of embarrassment, looked at the Imperial Master Da Li in a Confucian shirt. His vision was cloudy and he still hadn't woken up. The old man just relied on his remaining sense of consciousness and asked a strange question, "You are not me." Grandson, where is my grandson?”

Cui Han's eyes were complicated and he hesitated to speak.

The old man covered in grass clippings and dirt continued to ask: "Where is my grandson? I don't want to see you, I want to see my grandson."

Cui Zhang put his hands behind his back, intertwined his fingers, and trembled slightly.

The unconscious barefoot old man suddenly shouted angrily: "Where is my grandson?! Where did you hide him! Give me back your son!"

At this point, the old man's momentum suddenly dropped and he murmured: "I want to change my grandson's name to a better one..."

Cui Han looked miserable and laughed at himself: "It feels like a different world. It's not like it's like that. It's clearly like that."

The old man in ragged clothes reached out and pushed Cui Chan's shoulder away, and walked straight forward, "Get out of the way, don't delay me from looking for Chan'er. I want to find his husband and ask him if my new name is good." "

Cui Zhang stood there without stopping.

Cui Zhang looked into the distance, and there was a middle-aged monk with a resolute face coming slowly.

Ascetics measure the heaven and earth with their feet, and they are practitioners of Buddhism.