When the boy walked out of Mud Bottle Alley, he happened to meet Song Jixin's maidservant Zhigui, after she sent the tall woman to Gu Cang's house, she was not in a hurry to go home, but walked through the alley and went to visit the small shop on the side of Xinghua Lane, although she didn't buy anything, she was still in a good mood, bouncing all the way, cheerful and light.

Growing up in the wild water in the countryside, it seems to be a girl with a scent of grass, and those high-eaves mansions and deep courtyards are beautiful, and the style is different.

After seeing the straw sandals boy, she did not lower her eyebrows as before, slightly quickened her pace and turned sideways, but stopped, stared at the neighbor with whom she did not often interact, and stopped talking.

Chen Ping'an smiled at her, trotted past him, and then ran faster and faster.

Zhi Gui'an stood quietly at the mouth of the mud bottle alley, and turned his head to look, the shabby boy running in the sun, quite like a tenacious wild cat, wandering around, not looking good, but it seemed that he could not starve to death.

The girl is not pleasing in the town, affected by the eccentric temperament of the young Song Jixin, the maid who was named Zhigui whether it is going to the iron lock well to fetch water, or rushing to the market to buy things, or to buy stationery supplies for her youth, the girl always gives people a feeling of not fitting in, and there are no playmates of the same age, and they never like to talk much when they meet acquaintances, for the people of the small town who prefer to be lively and festive, such a girl is really difficult to get close to.

In this regard, Chen Ping'an's situation is actually somewhat similar to the servant girl Zhigui, the difference is that although the teenager does not like to talk, but in fact, his own personality is definitely not annoying, on the contrary, the young man is gentle and friendly by nature, and there has never been any stinging edge, but the relationship between the family is ruined, and he went to the dragon kiln to burn porcelain to make a living early, so he seems to be not so familiar with the relationship between the neighbors. Of course, the neighbors of Mud Bottle Lane, for the birthday of the teenager, there will indeed be some inexplicable taboos, the fifth day of the fifth month of May, in the town folklore, belongs to the "evil day" of the five poisons, the boy was born on this day, coupled with the death of his father and mother, Chen Ping'an became the last seedling in the family early, which will naturally make people mumble in their hearts, especially the age, The old man who likes to join in the fun on the side of the old locust tree is particularly distant from the boy in Mud Bottle Lane, and he will privately warn his children not to approach, but whenever the child is full of reluctance and asks why, the old people can't say why.

At this time, a slender figure walked out of the alley and stood beside the girl, and the maidservant girl turned her head and didn't say a word, just walked forward. The man turned around and walked side by side with her in the mud bottle alley, it was Qi Jingchun, the only scholar in the town, and a Confucian protégé.

The girl's footsteps did not stop, her face was indifferent, "The two of us, the well water does not interfere with the river water, isn't it? And sir, don't forget, it was indeed you who occupied the right time and place before, and I was a small lowly slave, of course, I could only swallow my anger, but since recently, sir, your Dharma Vein Dojo, which is tens of millions of miles away, seems to have something wrong, right? So now Mr. is just well water, and I am the river water!"

Mr. Qi smiled slightly and said, "Wang Zhu, that's it, for the time being, let's go to the countryside and call you Zhigui, Zhigui, have you ever thought that although you are favored by heaven and earth and came into being, do you really think that I have no means to win? Or do you think that thousands of years ago, four saints who saw the head and the tail of the dragon came here together and set the rules in person, just talking about it, and did not leave any behind?" In the final analysis, you are just sitting in the well and watching the sky, the sky is high, the earth is vast, far from the appearance of the wellhead. ”

The girl frowned, "Mr. Qi, you don't want to bluff me with words, I am not my young master Song Jixin, I am not interested in your high-sounding rhetoric, and I never believe it." Mr. might as well open the skylight and say bright words, whether it is life or death, whether it is good to gather or disperse, I will continue. ”

The middle-aged Confucian said slowly: "After I advise you to get out of the cage here, don't get an inch in the future, dry up and fish, no matter who it is, it will not be beneficial to anyone." Especially after you and him embark on the path of cultivation, whether you are a Taoist couple or not, you should restrain your sharpness and not be arrogant. This is not a threat, but some of my heartfelt words on the occasion of parting, which can be regarded as a kind reminder. ”

It stands to reason that the identities of the two are very different, but the servant girl Zhigui is extremely neither humble nor arrogant, and even the current momentum is faintly overpowering the Confucian scholar by half a head, and sneered: "Goodwill? For thousands of years, you amazing cultivators, have been standing tall in the sky, drawing the ground as a prison, using this land as a crop land, cutting a stubble this year and pulling a bundle next year, year after year, thousands of years unchanged, how come it is now that you begin to think of the evil obstacle with me?" Be kind to others', haha, I heard the young master say a sentence that is regarded as a guideline by many of you, called non-my race, and its heart must be different......, right?

Mr. Qi continued to move forward, taking a light step, smiling rather than smiling, "Oh?"

After one step.

The handmaid Zhigui's face changed slightly.

The two of them stood in one place at some point, and they couldn't see their fingers in the darkness everywhere, only above their heads, countless rays of light pregnant with divine aura sprinkled down.

They were at the bottom of a bottomless well, and the golden sunlight was slowly falling from the mouth of the well.

The middle-aged Confucian man was dressed in a green shirt, and there were bursts of brilliance on his shirt, which was endless.

Haoran's breath is bright and bright.

The girl's face was hideous at first, but she quickly regained her indifferent numbness, and murmured: "Sixty years of Buddhist Sanskrit sound, like thunder in the ears, the sound does not stop. Sixty years of Taoist talismans, like maggots on tarsal bones, try their best to bite. Sixty years of righteousness, covering the sky and the sun, there is nowhere to hide. Sixty years of soldiers' sword energy, like a bull turning over, is splashed everywhere. Every Jiazi is a reincarnation, a full 3,000 years, and there will be no peace...... I just want to know where your so-called Great Dao root is, the black and white words on Mr.'s books, and the subtle words when Mr. preaches and teaches and solves doubts, I can see and hear, but I can't find ......."

She looked at the righteous middle-aged man infatuatedly, who was not only an unknown teacher from a poor country, but also Qi Jingchun of the Confucian Mountain Cliff Academy, a scholar who even wanted to be called "sir" in the powerful Mink Temple of the Great Sui Dynasty.

The girl suddenly laughed and asked, "Why did the gentleman teach me, and how should I persuade me to be good? If I am not mistaken, your Confucian holy teacher, and one of the Taoist ancestors, once proposed 'there is no class'?"

The man shook his head and said, "It's useless to tell you 10,000 words of the sage's teachings." ”

The girl seemed to be chatting lightly with this Confucian scholar, but in fact, the whole person was like a tight bow, and the corners of her eyes kept looking around, looking for clues to break the game.

The Confucian scholar turned a blind eye to this and sneered, "I know that you actually have endless anger, resentment, and killing intent. It's not that I don't tolerate differences, but you have to know that casual compassion and indulgent acts of compassion are never the true teachings of the Three Religions. ”

"Our young master often chatters and argues with readers, which is the most boring. The girl tugged at the corners of her mouth and narrowed her weird golden eyes, "It turns out that Mr. Qi has really returned to the light, and naturally it is more difficult to mess ......with than before."

He laughed it off, "It doesn't matter if the reason doesn't make sense, but as long as I, Qi Jingchun, am alive for one day, and I am still qualified to sit here for one day, you ungrateful evil obstacle, don't think about showing your teeth and claws!"

The girl stretched out her finger and pointed at herself, and asked with a smile, "Am I ungrateful?"

The middle-aged Confucian said angrily: "When you were at your weakest, you had to bow your head and take the initiative to conclude a contract with someone, who saved you on a snowy day in Mud Bottle Lane?!

The girl smiled: "When you are hungry, you have to find something to eat and fill your stomach, isn't it a natural thing? Besides, he didn't have any big chances, he died early and was reincarnated, maybe there was still a little little hope in the next life, if he was allowed to stay in the town with rootless duckweed, hey, it would be really ......."

The Confucian waved his sleeves and shouted softly: "Shut up!"

The scholar angrily reprimanded: "The mystery of the Great Dao, the principles of heaven are clear, how can you judge it in one word?! Life has its own destiny, what qualifications do you have to make choices for others?!"

On the top of the girl's head, a bright golden hand appeared out of thin air, with a majestic momentum, like a Buddha subduing the heavenly demons with one palm, and like a Taoist ancestor suppressing evil with one hand, quickly pressing on the girl's head, forcing her to kneel down instantly, and her forehead slammed on the ground.

Kowtow, rattling.

The girl who bowed her head, her hands on the ground, struggled to get up, and she didn't see her face, and let out a burst of gloomy laughter: "You can press me to bow my head, but I will never admit my mistake!"

The majestic golden hand grabbed the girl's head, and when she lifted it and pressed it, it was another kowtow.

This time the sound was as heavy as spring thunder.

The Confucian priest said in a deep voice: "Don't forget! This glimmer of vitality was given to you by the saints, not by you! Otherwise, let alone suppressing you for 3,000 years, what is the difficulty of 30,000 years?!"

The girl's voice that was always held down was hoarse, "Your bullshit avenue, I won't go!"

The Confucian raised his arm high and slammed it at the void in front of him, "Presumptuous!

In the center of the golden light cast from the wellhead, a white jade seal emerges, the length and width of the zhang are square, the seal seal is engraved with eight ancient characters, some extremely bright red and dazzling color, countless purple thunder and lightning linger around the seal, and the sound is rattling.

With Qi Jingchun's order, it can really be said that the legendary words are followed, and a huge seal fell from the sky and smashed on the back of the girl who was kneeling on the ground.

This huge seal containing the power of heaven does not seem to be a real thing, and it does not press the girl to the ground, but is wrapped in wind and thunder and quickly embedded in the ground, and there is no trace, as if the rain is big and the thunder is small.

But after a moment, the girl's whole body seemed to have been smashed by a heavy object, and she collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, extremely miserable.

Even so, the girl had a hand with five fingers like a hook, and with all her strength, the five-finger nails seemed to be carved on the ground.

Qi Jingchun's face was expressionless, and he said coldly: "Kowtow three times, I want you to salute heaven and earth respectively!

The girl's eyes were glazed and she didn't respond.

Qi Jingchun waved his sleeves lightly, dissipating the suffocating majesty, "I, Qi Jingchun, am just a rotten Confucian under the saint's sect, and I can crush you three kowtows, after you go out, once you do whatever you want, you are really not afraid of encountering an existence that is more unreasonable than you, and one finger will crush you?"

Qi Jingchun sighed, "You are here, you are indeed suppressed and detained, and you are not allowed to be free, but have you ever thought about where there is absolute freedom in the world, and my Confucian saint formulates all kinds of rituals, why is it not for the sake of all things to seek another freedom? As long as you do not exceed the rules, do not violate the rules, only need to abide by the etiquette, one day, the sky and the earth are big, where can you go?"

The girl raised her head and stared at the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Qi Jingchun took a step.

Heaven and earth returned to normal, and he and his maidservant Zhigui returned to Mud Bottle Lane, where the sun was warm and the spring breeze was warm.

The girl staggered to her feet, her smile was pale, and her stern teeth were slightly exposed, "Mr. taught today, and the slave and maid wrote it down." ”

Qi Jingchun stopped talking and turned to leave.

She suddenly asked: "Even if I am ungrateful to Chen Ping'an, why would Mr., as an outstanding saint protégé, stand by and watch? Why only to my disciple Zhao Xuan and my young master, blue eyes, for Chen Ping'an, who has an ordinary background, but Er'er? Isn't this no different from doing business with a businessman, if it is a strange goods to live in, it will be carefully cultivated, and if it treats shoddy goods, it will be perfunctory, and whether it can be sold at a good price, I don't care at all?"

Qi Jingchun smiled, "Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement." ”

The girl was dazed.

The figure of the middle-aged Confucian disappeared at the end of the alley, and the girl suddenly appeared with disdain on her face, and snorted fiercely.

She limped back to her yard, and when she passed by Chen Ping'an's house, she wrinkled her nose and twisted her brows, she was a little confused. It's just that due to the collapse of that damn scholar's Taoism, the town is already leaking everywhere, like a leaky boat, she is still too busy to take care of herself, and she has to plan carefully for the future, so she doesn't bother to worry about it.

When she pushed open the courtyard door, a four-legged snake that looked inconspicuous and didn't know from which corner it came out, quickly crawled to her feet, and kicked her away angrily.

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In Chen Ping'an's room, the young Taoist sat at the table, looking at his nose and his heart.

The girl in black, who was still dying not long ago, was able to sit on the bed by herself, sitting cross-legged, without wearing a hat, revealing a memorable face.

It's not that the girl is so heroic that she forgets her outstanding appearance.

The girl's eyebrows are not like willow leaves like narrow knives.

When she stared at the young Taoist with a sense of scrutiny, the latter was a little rarely cramped, clearly not doing anything bad, but a little weak-hearted.

The young Taoist coughed, and quickly cleared himself, "Girl, I said in advance, the person was saved by the poor Dao, but carrying you into the house, helping you take off the hat, and then washing your face, etc., but there are other people, his name is Chen Ping'an, the owner of this dilapidated house, is a poor young man like black charcoal, his parents are dead, he has been a potter who burns porcelain, and he has asked for a rune paper with the poor Dao, which is basically so much, girl, if you have anything else you want to ask, the poor Dao must know everything and say everything." ”

Straw sandals boy, this is sold out.

The girl nodded, not annoyed or angry, but said sincerely: "Thank you for the grace of the Taoist for saving your life." ”

The young Taoist who was beating the drum in his heart smiled dryly: "It's okay, it's okay, just raise your hands, the girl is fine." ”

The girl in black asked, "Isn't the Dao Chief from the Dongbao Aquarius Clan?"

The young Taoist asked rhetorically, "Neither is the girl, is she?"

She snorted.

The Taoist also snorted.

The young Taoist with the lotus crown on his head smiled: "The poor Dao surname is Lu Mingshen, and there is no Dao number. You can usually call Lu Daoren. ”

The girl nodded lightly and glanced at the young Dao Crown.

The young Taoist hesitated for a moment, plucked up his courage and said: "Although there are some things that the young man does not conform to etiquette, but he is in a hurry, and Poor Dao never thought that the girl would recover so quickly, so he was offended, and I hope the girl will not blame." ”

The girl smiled: "Daoist Lu, I'm not an unreasonable person. ”

The young Taoist snorted and said, "That's good, that's good." ”

The girl raised her eyebrows, and the young Taoist's smile stiffened.

She looked around, her eyes flat.

She said casually: "I heard that the 'Ruan Master', the number one sword-casting in this continent, plans to open a furnace to forge a sword here, so I followed him all the way here, hoping that he can help me build a sword." ”

The young Taoist sighed: "If it is really him, it is not easy for him to forge the sword himself. ”

The girl in black was obviously a little annoyed, "It's difficult. ”

At this time, the young man was carrying a bag of herbs in his left hand and a small package in his right hand, and first knocked on the door symbolically, and then quickly crossed the threshold, put the medicinal herbs on the table, and said softly: "Dao Chief, you see if there is a mistake, if there is, I will change it immediately." ”

The boy always carried the package, turned to look at the girl, the girl in black sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, and looked at the boy in straw sandals.

The girl in black said calmly: "Hello, my father's surname is Ning, and my mother's surname is Yao, so my name is Ning Yao." ”

The straw sandals boy subconsciously said: "Hello, my father's surname is Chen, and my mother's surname is Chen, so ......"

The young man looked a little embarrassed, but soon smiled calmly: "My name is Chen Ping'an!"