In a house in Taoye Lane, there is a kind old man, sitting on a rattan chair under the porch, and a playful and cute maid sitting next to him, wearing goose yellow colored trousers, wearing a light blue gauze skirt on the outside, while listening to the old man's story, while slowly fanning the wind.

The old man suddenly asked, "Peach Bud, what about the wind, are you napping again?" It's not to scare you, if it's in a big house outside the town, you will be punished for being lazy like this." ”

There was no response, and the old man, who had always been kind and generous to his subordinates, was about to continue to laugh a few words, his face changed suddenly, and he looked up into the distance, his expression became solemn. It turned out that in the small courtyard, not only the fan held by the maid did not move at all, in fact, even the invisible breeze was still. The old man hurriedly held his breath and condensed, recited the mantra silently, and sat down to settle down, so as not to lose his cultivation in vain in this short countercurrent of the long river of time. The old man sighed softly, Qi Jingchun, who was the most disciplined and courteous, finally made an exception, and in this way, it was really a mountain rain that was about to come and the wind was full of buildings.

In the iron lock well, a burly young man from the countryside squatted not far away, staring at the wheeled car. But out of the corner of her eye, she secretly glanced at the silhouette of a plump village woman, who was bending down to lift a bucket from the wellhead, with an astonishing curve of the buttocks, a heavy falling chest, and a slightly exaggerated curve of the whole person, exquisitely exposed, and her body bloomed with a wild breath full of ears of wheat, which made the woman who was originally only a middle-aged woman have some more charm. When the young man realized that there was a strange stillness in his surroundings, the others did not move, but only had the courage to face the wonderful picture of the woman drawing water, the young man secretly swallowed his saliva, quickly twisted his body, and changed to a squatting position.

No wonder the master said that the woman under the mountain is out of the forest tiger, and her skills have been greatly reduced, but once you take it up the mountain, you will become a mountain tiger who is the king and hegemon, and it will eat people. But the young man felt that Lin Hu was already very powerful, for example, the woman in front of him, obviously looked ordinary, but she was so enchanting that it made him itch, if she didn't say a word and slapped him, it was completely unreasonable, the young man felt that he still didn't dare to fight back at all, and he couldn't say that the woman couldn't laugh, he would laugh with it.

When the young man thought of this, he was a little discouraged, glanced down at the crotch of his pants, and scolded, "No bones, no wonder there is no backbone!"

————

In the mud bottle lane, Song Jixin was flipping through a thick and old local county chronicle, and Song Jixin found out a lot of rules, such as roughly every 60 years, so Song Jixin privately named this book "Jiazi Zhi" , There is also the fact that after the people of the town were taken out by distant relatives when they were young, almost no one returned to their hometown, as if they did not like to return to their roots, and they belonged to the flowers in the wall and the fragrance outside the wall, and many family names were scattered outside, and even grew into deep-rooted towering trees, so Song Jixin nicknamed it "Outside the Wall".

The boy was flipping through a page of biography at this time, describing the life deeds of a man named Cao Xi, stingy with pen and ink, which is another feature of this county chronicle, Song Jixin read it at least seven or eight times, and he was already familiar with this book, so now he will read it in his spare time, and will only select some bizarre character stories, as a storyteller to describe the legend of romance, how authentic it is impossible to verify, of course Song Jixin doesn't care, he only remembers that the man in the official uniform, before going to Beijing to report on work and leaving the town, came here alone late at night, the man told the boy to keep one thing in mind with an extremely solemn attitude, is to memorize the names of every person who appears in the book, as well as the number of hundreds or thousands of people, and the respective roots of their ancestors in the town, especially the relationship with the four surnames and ten clans.

At this time, Song Jixin did not move at all, just like those broken clay statues in the southeast of the town, one by one fell in the grass and mud at will, no matter the wind and rain, but they did not move. The light that shines through the window on the desk remains uncharacteristically still.

In this house, the only people and things that can move are the servant girl Zhigui and the inconspicuous four-legged snake, she noticed the abnormality very early, and the first thought that came to her mind was to go to the courtyard next door, find the girl with facial paralysis, and scold her for being a bloody dog, but when the maidservant realized the existence of the sword, she dispelled this tempting thought. She first came to her young master's room, glanced at the content of the page, and was annoyed when she saw the word "Cao Xi", so she helped the young master turn a few pages back, and smiled happily after seeing the length of "Xie Shi". It's just that soon she was stupid, and turned the pages back again, so as not to leak the heavenly secrets, and hurt herself to show her feet, over the years, the young master of the shrewd city government is just out of curiosity, doubting her identity and origin, and has never caught the real conclusive evidence, she doesn't want to fall short when the success is over, she often goes to the village school with the young master, and feels that the reader has some words, which are very hypocritical and bastard, such as "those who sacrifice their lives and take righteousness", and some words are not bad, such as "those who travel a hundred miles are half less than ninety" , it really makes the truth clear.

The earthy yellow four-legged snake is lying on the threshold basking in the sun, at this time when it is silent, it will return to its "true body", under the light, only to see it is brilliant, crystal clear, and the body is like a piece of glass.

In the house in the courtyard next door, Ning Yao, a girl in black, fell into a mysterious state of fetal breath, not sucking with her mouth and nose, like a baby still in the womb, and her spirit returned to the root and stopped thinking.

In the snow-white scabbard, the flying sword is like an amnesty, and after slowly coming out of the sheath, it flies briskly around the owner, and the bird is gentle and intimate, and there is the beauty of the girl's dress. It is not flying indiscriminately, but like a spiritual rhino drawing, creating the best feng shui place for the owner who is healing, and sure enough, the girl who has no signs of breathing, the surrounding breath quickly poured into her body, she is like a whale swallowing water, frantically absorbing the origin aura between this heaven and earth. So at this moment, the dead silence of the town is in stark contrast to the prosperity of this house.

On the banks of South Creek outside the town.

There is a man with a short figure, thick eyebrows and big eyes, sharp and pressing, bare-chested and exposed, holding a hammer to strike iron, a hammer down, sparks splashing, full of brilliance.

Countless sparkling fires scurried everywhere in the empty room, splendid and spectacular.

With one stroke, you can smash a picture.

Opposite the man, there stood a girl with a refreshing ponytail, petite, she wore a yellow cow leather burqa to prevent sparks from splashing on her body, ordinary cotton clothes, easy to be burned out of holes.

After a thrashing, tens of thousands of sparks suddenly stopped in the house.

The ponytail girl frowned and asked, "Dad?"

The man said in a deep voice: "In exchange for you to hammer the sword, I just took this opportunity to temper your divine will." ”

The girl put down the old sword strip and set aside the Mars on both sides of her body, the Mars was waved away by her hand, and the sparks that should have been still in the long river of time kept hitting the Mars, hitting each other again and again, making the light in the room seem extremely chaotic.

Compared with the elderly seniors in the town who seem to be hidden dragons in the abyss, one by one they hold their breath and calm down, and what the girl does is really too domineering.

Especially when she is replaced by a hammer, the momentum is strong and heavy, and the movements are fast, even more wild and uninhibited than the experienced man.

Every time the sparks are splashed out, they will not disappear in the end, so after being superimposed again and again, the dense Mars, like bright stars, are clustered in the sky.

The room of the sword, the spark billions.

The man stared at the red sword embryo, and commanded in a deep voice: "Recite the Dragon Shaking Chapter of the Sword Casting Sutra silently in my heart!"

The girl's momentum dropped suddenly, and she said in a low voice, "Dad?"

The man was annoyed and said, "What are you doing?"

The girl's momentum dropped again, and she said timidly: "I ate less at noon, my stomach was hungry, and I couldn't beat it." ”

The man was even more angry, if he wasn't forging a sword, he would almost have to train and scold people, "It's obviously like asking you to endorse is like asking you to die, what excuse do you make...... Damn, girl, it's normal for you to be hungry with such an appetite, it's really not an excuse......"

The girl secretly laughed, saying that she was hungry, but in fact, the movements in her hands did not weaken in the slightest, and in an instant, the spirit moved, and after the girl shouted, she tried her best to smash it down, and the ghost sent the god to say: "Give me out!"

The sparks sputtered out this time are extremely numerous and particularly dazzling.

The man's face was silent, and he said in his heart: "It's done." ”

————

In the courtyard of Gu Cang's house, the woman woke up slowly, her headache was like a crack, and she sat back on the bench with the support of the child.

The woman, Gu Shi, pressed her son to sit beside her, and asked softly, "Immortal Chief, what's the matter?"

The old man didn't open his eyes and said, "The old man has accepted a good apprentice, and you have a good son." Gu's, you can wait for the mother and the son to be expensive with peace of mind. ”

The woman was overjoyed, with tears in her eyes, hugged the child, and murmured in pieces: "Father, child, have you heard, our Gu Cang will definitely have a great ......"

Liu Zhimao suddenly sighed, let out a surprised voice, opened his eyes and looked down at the lines of his palm, as if a new road had branched out, and said to himself: "Why is this? The young man didn't die, but the child of the fairy family died inexplicably?"

The old man had to stand up, pacing slowly in the courtyard, pinching his fingers quickly, "Waste! Planted in the hands of a young man in the market, the thousand-year-old prestige that Yunxia Mountain had worked so hard to accumulate was ruined. ”

The woman said nervously: "Old Immortal Elder, since our family has already apprenticed, why don't you let Chen Ping'an go?"

The old man shouted angrily, "If you really have a compassionate heart, you and I should not have murderous thoughts when we first meet." At this time, come to pretend to be a female bodhisattva with the old man, do you want to be ashamed?"

The woman's face was so pale that she didn't dare to say half a word.

The old man was still puzzled, and stretched out his hand to point at the woman and scolded: "Rural village woman, you are short-sighted! After Gu Cang returns to Shujian Lake with me in the future, the number of times your mother and son see each other must not be too frequent, so as not to hinder his cultivation, can there be any objections?"

The woman hurriedly waved her hand and said, "Don't dare." ”

The old man's eyes were gloomy.

The woman was stunned, but quickly came back to her senses, cried with a sad face, and said pitifully: "There is no objection, absolutely nothing!"

The old man waved his sleeves vigorously and snorted coldly: "Angry old man!"

Seeing that the woman was quite chic before, and just had the idea of taking her as a personal slave, she behaved so vulgarly that she deserved to miss a blessing that she was expected to enter the threshold of cultivation.

The old man suddenly looked around as if he was facing a great enemy, and sure enough, this heaven and earth were artificially stilled as "ends", and the end was one of the many small caves in the world, and the land gods and golden-bodied Arhats also wanted to open up.

This kind of great supernatural power can be said to be the pinnacle, although it is largely due to that great array, but it still makes people feel awe-inspired.

Just imagine, as long as you are in this world, no matter how you are an immortal, Buddha, god and devil, you need to kowtow to me when you come here, what is it like?

Liu Zhimao, the true monarch of the Interception River, dreamed of reaching such heights. your ghost! Liu Zhimao longed to bring in all the third-generation disciples of the Buddha, the Taoist Ancestor, and the Confucianism Sect Master after having this little cave, and he didn't dare to say that he wanted them to bow their heads and bend down, so that everyone could sit together on an equal footing and be commensurate with their peers.

Liu Zhimao spat out a mouthful of blood without warning, and blood splattered in the palm of his hand, as if someone had cut a blood groove with a sharp weapon.

On the other hand, the white bowl also involuntarily appeared, the water surface rippled chaotically, black lines scurryed, and the wall hit everywhere.

The old man did not hesitate at all, his palms were folded on the back of his hands, as a Taoist side of the door, but he bowed to Confucianism, bent to the end, extremely pious, and said in a trembling voice: "Liu Zhimao, the owner of Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake, I implore Mr. Qi to have mercy on the younger generation's sincere desire for Taoism, and if there is any offense, I hope that Mr. Qi will ...... The saint does not remember the villain!"

After a long time.

"Get out of here!"

The four words exploded in the ears of this true monarch like spring thunder.

Liu Zhimao said ecstatically: "Sir, don't worry, the junior will take the Gu family and son out of the town." ”

The old man, who had always regarded himself as a junior, remembered something and asked carefully: "Dare to ask sir, what should be done with these two bags of gold and copper coins on the juniors?"

The majestic voice sounded again, "One person and one thing, just two chances, just stay in the courtyard." For thirty years, you are not allowed to leave Shujian Lake for half a step. ”

Liu Zhimao was relieved, this time he was not so flattering, and deliberately performed Confucian courtesy, but just made a solemn Taoist head, "The elder does not dare to resign, Mr. Qi's great kindness, the younger generation has a sense of guilt, and it is unforgettable!"

After this, Qi Jingchun's voice did not appear, and the end soon disappeared, Liu Zhimao did not talk nonsense, and immediately asked Gu to take Gu Cang to leave the town with him, Gu was about to speak, but Liu Zhimao glared at him with a fierce eye, which frightened the woman into silence, Liu Zhimao took out two bags, although he was a little reluctant in his heart, but this person who was determined to be a veritable true monarch still put it on the bench without hesitation, but when he just walked to the small courtyard, Liu Zhimao suddenly asked: " Do you have any old items left in your house?"

Gu Shi was at a loss, and the ghostly Gu Cang immediately reminded: "Didn't Dad leave a Duobao Pavilion, or the one who hid under the bed to eat ashes?"

Liu Zhimao's eyes lit up, and without saying a word, he asked the woman to lead the way and find out.

Since the sage recognized Gu Cang as a chance himself, it meant that this child could take away his own chance.

As for the final ownership of these opportunities, in the small town, I am afraid that the king of heaven and Lao Tzu will come, and he will have to listen to Qi Jingchun, but when he arrives at Shujian Lake, it is difficult to say.

Gu Cang, who was finally left unattended, waited until the two of them entered the house, grabbed the two bags one by one, gently pulled out the door bolt, and ran to the other end of Mud Bottle Alley.

The woman in the house, Gu Shi, knelt on the ground and leaned under the bed to carry the box, which was not big but very heavy, and it was a little laborious, making her panting.

As a result, her plump buttocks were kicked hard by Jiejiang Zhenjun, and the old man laughed: "Gu, you are at a loss for the maintenance of the day after tomorrow, but with this, it is a little reluctant to be a second-class maid on Qingxia Island, but it is more than enough to be a third-class maid." The old man looks down on you, but on Qingxia Island, there are a few guests who are scattered, and they can't say that you are good, so you have to fight hard when the time comes, don't be shy, you missed a fortune in vain. ”

The woman's body stiffened slightly, and most of her body was still under the bed at this time, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.

————

Walking to an alley, Qi Jingchun said to Chen Ping'an: "Cai Jinjian and Fu Nanhua will be handed over to me for disposal." Now that you have this ancestral shade locust leaf, don't take life and death lightly, and live well is the greatest reward for your father. As for the tripartite forces of Yunxia Mountain, Old Dragon City, and Jiejiang Zhenjun in the future, I don't dare to say that they will never find trouble with you, but they will definitely not come to you for trouble in ten years, if you are lucky, you will always be a commoner in the market, and you will be able to live unharmed for thirty years. ”

Qi Jingchun said with a smile: "There is no need to be taboo about the town, ...... in the future It won't be long before there will be no more calculations. If you want a stable life for twenty or thirty years, you might as well find a girl to marry here and start a family. If you want to go outside the town and see the real world scene, it is also a good thing. Reading 10,000 books, traveling 10,000 miles, is what we must do as a reader, you will find in the future that it is difficult to read in a small town, easy to walk, to the outside, many readers are to buy books, read books, and collect books are very easy, but they don't like to go long distances, they are afraid of hardship, and the so-called study tour is just a car outing. ”

The young man was surprised: "Mr. Qi, walking is also considered hardship?"

Qi Jingchun laughed heartily, "Let's not talk about the outside of the town, just talk about the surroundings, have you seen a few peers in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, running around the mountains like you?"

The boy nodded, "Really." ”

Qi Jingchun thought for a while, reached out and pulled out a jasper hairpin inserted in the bun, bent down and handed it to the poor boy, "It's a parting gift." It is not a valuable object, let alone a fairy item, so you can accept it with confidence. In fact, I am the same as you, I was a young man in the alley, studying hard, going through many hardships, ups and downs, of course, there are all kinds of encounters, this is the time to enter the mountain cliff academy, the time of apprenticeship, is the happiest years of my Qi Jingchun's life, and then when Mr. came out of the mountain, he handed me this hairpin, which is a kind of expectation and entrustment for me, but it is a pity that now looking back, for so many years, I have not done well, I believe that if Mr. is alive, I will be disappointed. ”

Where did the boy dare to accept this gift.

This jasper hairpin seems to contain the friendship between Mr. Qi and his husband's master and apprentice, not to mention the affection, not to mention the courtesy.

The young man has no knowledge, in the end, he is also a character born in the burning of imperial porcelain, and he still has some appreciation for the quality of a thing.

Qi Jingchun said softly: "Stay with me, the relics of the teacher will be buried with me, so it is better to give them to you." What's more, you are actually useless, I have been in the town for nearly sixty years, there has always been a careful knot, not to untie, but unfortunately the teacher has passed away, I thought that I would not get the answer in this life, it was you who inadvertently helped me solve the puzzle, so I will give you this hairpin, which is very suitable for affection and courtesy. Chen Ping'an, I can only help you ask for a locust leaf, and I can't give you any more opportunities. ”

The young man took the ordinary-material hosta with both hands, raised his head and said sincerely, "Mr. has already done a lot." ”

Qi Jingchun laughed at it, seeing that the young man was persuaded by himself to accept the hairpin, he lost a piece of heart disease, the hairpin is indeed ordinary and ordinary, but in the end, it is a relic of the teacher, and it is very good to be able to give it to a young man who does not disgrace the inscription of the hosta.

So Qi Jingchun finally advised: "Chen Ping'an, remember, no matter what you encounter in the future, don't lose hope in this world." ”