Under the archway of the government office.

Chen talked about many strange people and anecdotes from all over the world, and the little girl in Zhengyang Mountain listened to it with relish, and said, "Sister, you know so much." ”

Chen smiled and said, "When you grow up, you will also know a lot of things." ”

Song Jixin said half-truthfully: "I usually get along, I feel that you are quite a normal person." ”

The woman raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "What do you mean to say that in front of your Dali Domain, Song Changjing, you should lower your eyebrows and bow your knees?"

Song Jixin laughed, stretched out his hand and pointed at Chen Zheng, "Girl, the way you speak, if Mr. Qi from our town school hears it, Mr. He will definitely frown, you know that you call it either/or, very unreasonable, it seems to be quite reasonable at first glance, but in fact, it can't stand scrutiny at all, what I really mean, of course, is that you don't have to flatter Song Changjing, and it shouldn't be like this, but he Song Changjing is the biggest snake in Da Li, or the premier martial arts master, right?" As an outsider, you follow the customs of the locals and be a little polite to the owner of a house, shouldn't you? Why do you have to put on a stinky face and pretend to be an uncle, you say that you will pretend, and after pretending, you will be beaten half to death by Song Changjing, and dare to say cruel words in front of him, I really don't know how to say hello. ”

In the end, Song Jixin pointed at himself and laughed at himself: "Even a person with a bad mouth like me knows how to judge the situation and watch the dishes." ”

Chen Xiang hesitated for a moment and said: "It's a kind of rejection, I am also a person who practices martial arts, for your martial artists in Dongbao Aquarius, to tell the truth, I have never been particularly able to afford it, of course, in the end it turned out that I was wrong, very wrong." ”

Song Jixin was surprised: "You are real enough." ”

Chen said indifferently: "People who practice martial arts don't recognize fists, what can they recognize." ”

Song Jixin suddenly asked a sharp question, "You outsiders who came to the town to look for treasures, it seems that the truth is not quite what we think. Is it because you have hard fists?"

Chen shook his head and smiled: "I don't need to explain anything at all, as long as you get out of the town in the future, you will soon become a person like us." When you embark on the path of cultivation one day, you will naturally understand, otherwise you will not understand if I say something. ”

Song Jixin sighed with emotion: "It's so boring to become a person like you." ”

The little girl gaged: "Then go to our Zhengyang Mountain to play, it's interesting." ”

Song Jixin touched her little head and said casually, "Okay." ”

Chen turned his head to look, a little instinctively nervous.

I saw the white-robed and jade-belted Dali Domain King standing on the side of the archway, and said to Song Jixin: "Go back to Mud Bottle Lane to pack up and prepare to leave here." ”

Song Jixin smiled: "Come on, I'm going to leave my hometown." ”

The little girl was reluctant and asked, "Is it to leave your hometown with a well?"

Song Jixin laughed, got up and said, "Let's go, send you back to the Li family's house first, this is called a beginning and an end." ”

Song Jixin led the little girl to the gate of the government office, turned his head and asked, "There won't be assassins on this Fulu Street outside the door, right?"

Song Changjing smiled: "You have to ask your neighbors and friends." ”

Song Jixin pursed his lips, turned around and looked at the sky, dark clouds gathered, and there were some signs of rain.

All of a sudden, his mood became extremely bad.

After sending Tao Zi back from Zhengyang Mountain, Song Jixin was surprised to find that Song Changjing was standing under the grandson acacia tree, he walked quickly and asked curiously, "Leaving in such a hurry?"

Song Changjing nodded and said: "I received a message temporarily, there is something outside that needs to be solved in person, so I took the carriage directly to Mud Bottle Lane, and left after packing up my things." ”

Song Jixin raised his eyes and looked, and sure enough, there were three carriages parked outside the entrance of the government office, which should be the first time in the young man's life to ride in a carriage.

Song Jixin bent down and sat in the carriage of a carriage at the front, and Song Changjing followed closely behind, sitting cross-legged.

Song Jixin looked around, and there was only the straw futon under his buttocks, which was completely unimagined and extravagant, and it would not give people a unique surprise. This made Song Jixin a little disappointed, and the boy was originally looking forward to seeing the surprise of Ji Gyu after boarding the carriage.

The dense hooves of horses on the bluestone paved streets, ticking and stepping on the crisp sound, three carriages drove out of Fulu Street one after another.

Song Changjing lifted the curtain and looked at the small town scene outside the car window, from now on, the Dali Dynasty will completely lose the nominal control of this small cave.

But on the other hand, since the founding of the country, it is precisely by relying on the huge benefits brought by this small cave that it has gradually changed from a small secession force in a corner to the largest secular dynasty in the north of Aquarius today, and there is no one.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are small caves.

In the future, I'm afraid I can only find it in the secret history of the Dali Palace.

Song Changjing put away his thoughts and asked casually, "Don't you say goodbye to that Chen Ping'an?"

After driving out of Fulu Street, the road was uneven, Song Jixin's body began to shake gently with the carriage, shook his head and said: "Whether that guy can survive or not, it's hard to say, if you wait for a corpse, how disgusting it is." He Chen Ping'an has no father or mother, and now even his good friends are dead, so doesn't it have to be me, a neighbor, to deal with the aftermath for him?"

Song Changjing snorted.

Song Jixin asked: "That little girl from Zhengyang Mountain mentioned a person, named Ma Kuxuan, who is from Xinghua Lane, about the same age as me, as if he offered a bag of money to support him, and sold Chen Ping'an and the girl's hiding place to Zhengyang Mountain. Do you know where this guy came from? I've only heard that he's a fool before, and I've never wanted to hide it so deeply. ”

Song Changjing thought for a while, "The assassin who lurked in the Song family before, assassinated the prince of the Great Sui in Dragon Riding Lane, and he had already found a little clue, which involved this young man named Ma Kuxuan. Now that Zhenwu Mountain has stepped in, it can only be put on hold for the time being, after all, there are many Zhenwu disciples in the Dali army, and their official positions are not low. ”

Song Jixin smiled: "Uncle, do you also have a time when you say 'only'?"

Song Changjing said disapprerovitously: "Who let this king still have an identity that can't be lost, the king of the bullshit Dali domain." ”

When the carriage approached Mud Bottle Lane, Song Jixin said intentionally or unintentionally: "Chen Ping'an, is it really just Chen Ping'an?"

Song Changjing smiled dumbly, "Before you move to Mud Bottle Lane, the government office has already thoroughly investigated, Chen Ping'an's ancestors are eighteen generations, and they are very clear about the context, there is no problem, and it has nothing to do with the words wealth and power." What's the matter, that Chen pair scared you? Don't worry, this king has already roughly guessed her identity, her branch of the Chen family, and Chen Ping'an's ancestor stayed in the town, there is no relationship at all, so relax, Chen Ping'an is just Chen Ping'an. The one who can barely be related to the relationship is the Chen family of Longwei County, where Chen Songfeng is located, but if you think about it, are relatives who have not been in touch for hundreds of years still considered relatives? Moreover, the branch of the Chen family in the small town has fallen to the point that there is only one person left who is not a slave and maid, the poor in the downtown and no one asks, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains. You've read some books, and you don't even understand this truth?"

Song Jixin still didn't give up, "What about the eighteen generations before the eighteenth generation of the ancestors?

Song Changjing said with a smile: "It turns out that you want Chen Ping'an's life experience to be special?"

Song Jixin didn't hide his thoughts, nodded and said, "If he is different from ordinary people, I will feel better." ”

Song Changjing became more and more curious, and quipped: "How did that guy bully you and make you so obsessed?" But according to what I know about that young man, it doesn't look like a ......."

Song Jixin sneered and interrupted the words of the Great Li Domain King, "People in small places may not have high vision, and their eye sockets will be shallow, but they must not feel stupid." Good is good enough to be simple and kind, bad can be so bad that there are sores on the top of the head and pus on the soles of the feet, and some people are really stupid and incurable, or even stupid and bad. ”

Song Changjing was even more puzzled, "Then which kind of Chen Ping'an belongs to?"

Song Jixin sighed and said with annoyance: "He doesn't count any of them, he's really a fool, so I feel very aggrieved." ”

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Ning Yao squatted in front of the bench, carefully examining Chen Ping'an's sleeping face, his heart full of shock.

It's amazing.

Chen Ping'an's strange sleeping posture made the young man from head to toe, revealing a sense of returning to the basics.

Although Ning Yao can't tell the truth, the girl is born with an extremely keen intuition about the quality of a magical technique.

Ning Yao turned his head and asked curiously, "You are the leader of Chen Ping'an's cultivation?"

The old man smashed the bar and smoked a dry cigarette, crossed Erlang's legs, looked at the dark rain curtain outside the house, and said with a smile: "Practice? This is considered cultivation? Why, now there is one more guy who is qualified to establish a religion and claim the ancestor in the outside world? ”

Ning Yao was confused, "Senior Yang, what are you talking about?"

The old man was stunned, "Didn't your parents tell you about the old accounts of those old antiques?"

Ning Yao shook his head, "My grandfather's generation left early, and my father and mother don't like to tell stories about other worlds, for fear that I will run away from home." ”

Old man Yang turned his head to look, looked at the girl carefully, and finally came out with a sentence, "How many words have been carved on that city wall now?"

Ning Yao replied honestly: "My grandfather's generation has produced many heroes, so in just a hundred years, two new characters have been engraved, and now there are a total of eighteen characters. ”

The old man sighed: "It's already eighteen words." Daofa, Haoran, Xitian, after the six characters, what are more?"

Ning Yao said in a deep voice: "The four words of Lei Chi Heavy Land, and the eternal existence of sword qi are four words, Qi, Chen, and Dong." ”

Old man Yang frowned and asked, "Little girl, there is one word left, have you eaten it?"

Ning Yao said angrily: "Forgot!"

The old man didn't break the casserole and asked to the end, but changed the question: "It's still the old rule, every time you kill a Flying Ascension Realm demon clan, you are eligible to carve a word on the Great Wall?"

Ning Yao frowned and said, "Why do you know so much about the situation in my hometown?"

The old man smiled: "A long time ago, there was a foreign sword cultivator, who had the habit of writing travelogues, and he wrote down all the customs and customs along the way, and finally died near our town, so I took back that thick travelogue and flipped it over when I had nothing to do." ”

Ning Yao doubted the veracity of this statement.

The old man seemed to have eyes on his back, "Believe it or not." ”

Ning Yao observed Chen Ping'an's state, a bit like a Taoist meditation or Buddhist meditation, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Old man Yang said slowly: "Little death." ”

People sleep for small deaths.

Ning Yao was a little helpless, the old man of the Yang family shop, spoke either harshly or strangely.

The old man said to himself: "Little girl, let me ask you, when a person is silently reciting in his heart, whose voice is the so-called heart. ”

Ning Yao was stunned and fell into deep thought.

Soon she naturally closed her eyes and concentrated, then fell asleep, and finally she nodded her head abruptly and fell asleep.

Old man Yang stood up, bypassed the girl, came to the young man, pointed at Ning Yao with a cigarette stick, and said to the young man: "Look at people, a little bit, a few words, you can break through the realm in one fell swoop, look at you again, you don't have fart skills, you like to be strong, who are you with, how many years has God been napping, and he is willing to take care of a guy like you?"

Old man Yang returned to his original position and sat down, looking at the growing rain curtain outside the house, the rapid raindrops knocked on the courtyard floor, crackling, the old man looked a little sad, "After so many years, I picked and chosen, and found so many people, but I never thought that it was the most hopeless one, and the life was the hardest." ”

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A thin and thin child, carrying a large basket of wild vegetables, with seven or eight small fish strung with dog tail grass in his hand, walking in the alley, after the child opened the door of his own yard, just walked into the yard, next door, there was immediately a little boy in a satin shirt, stepped on the stool, and then skillfully climbed the low courtyard wall, squatted there, completely ignoring the dirty expensive clothes, and said with a smile: "Hey, surnamed Chen, you went up the mountain and went down to the water to planh again? ”

The skinny kid smiled, "No need to give money." ”

The little boy who was full of wealth pouted and said, "Don't pull it down, I'm not happy to go yet." ”

The child plucked the small fish from the dog's tail grass one by one, the big one was as long as a palm, and the small one was no longer than the length of a thumb, and the child stood on tiptoe and put it on his own windowsill to expose to the sun, and dried it to eat, without sprinkling salt. There is no need to disembowel and squeeze out the internal organs, not that the child is afraid of trouble, because if you do this, there will be no more meat left, anyway, it tastes crunchy and fragrant.

After the little boy on the courtyard wall finished speaking, he actually regretted it a little, in fact, he has always been very envious of his neighbors of the same age, every time he goes home, he is not empty-handed, hare loach, brook fish and wild fruits, he is very excited, not greedy, just greedy, but he is not willing to change his mouth if he is strong, and he is a little depressed when he sees the brisk and carefree appearance of the surname Chen next door.

You said that you Chen Ping'an, you are so poor that you can't open the pot every day, you sleep in a dilapidated house with leaky air on all sides, and you can't even eat a string of sugar gourds all year round, what are you happy about?

The little boy named Song Jixin on the wall couldn't understand this at all.

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One day, the little child who had no worries about food and clothing but could only live in Mud Bottle Alley, when he came home, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he was covered in mud.

The girl who had just become his personal maid asked him what was wrong, Song Jixin didn't say anything, and after returning to his house, he closed the door and lay on the bed.

He had a fight with someone today, and even got into a fight. There are some vicious words, which still linger in the ears, making this child with strong self-esteem like a knife, and his face is sometimes sad, sometimes hideous.

"Aren't you a little stinky money? What are you proud of, you are not as good as Chen Ping'an, although people have died of their father, they know who their father and mother are, do you know who your father and mother are?"

The child, surnamed Song, tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep.

The next day, instead of squatting on the wall and chatting with the neighbors as usual, the child went to Chen Ping'an's house for the first time.

After he said a word to Chen Ping'an, it didn't take long for Chen Ping'an to leave the town, break the oath he promised when his mother died, and go to Longyao to become an apprentice at a young age.

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There was a figure, standing sneakily at the back door of the main hall of the shop, and after the old man Yang caught a glimpse, he didn't say anything, just turned around, disgusted and eyesore.

When the figure saw the old man's movements, he was particularly injured.

What hurt him even more was a woman who he should call his sister-in-law, holding an umbrella in one hand and pushing his head away with the other, striding towards the main house in the backyard.

Old man Yang sighed, quickly got up and walked out of the house, closed the door, stood on the steps, and looked at the woman who was in a posture of asking the guilt, and the old man was not even interested in smoking dry tobacco.

The woman stopped, crossed her waist with one hand, and scolded: "What are you doing, are you guarding against thieves?!Old man Yang, you are the master of my man's family, how can you do all these immoral things? Li Er's shop guy who is doing a good job, why do you let him roll up the shop and get out? You opened the Yang family's shop? Ah? Li Er slept with his master's wife, or his master's daughter?!"

The man who was blocked back from the street, hunched his neck, hid at the back door, eager to dig a hole and bury himself.

What kind of character is the master, what kind of virtue is Li Er's daughter-in-law, how could he not know, so he feels that he has to lose his skin if he doesn't die this time.

Old man Yang was expressionless, "When you finish speaking, you will go home and call Chungo, I heard that the cat meow in the westernmost part of the town has not been interrupted all year round, and it is called during the day and at night, and many people are so noisy that they have moved......

The woman seemed to be said to be sad, and her voice rose again, "Old immortal thing, you are still embarrassed to say go home! Your apprentice has no way to live in the camp, and he knows that he wanders around all day long, and the roof of our house collapsed two days ago, and I can't even get the money to repair the seams, so I have to take the gold and silver mountains back to my parents' house, and I have been bullied to the end! If Li Er hadn't kicked you out of the shop, our family of four would have been so miserable? Old man Yang, quickly take out the coffin and repair the house for our family, otherwise I won't finish with you today!"

The old man's gaze looked coldly at the man who was hiding, Zheng Dafeng.

Zheng Dafeng said with a sad face: "Master, Li Er has gone to do that thing according to your old instructions, and he will definitely not be able to come back for a while." ”

The old man's face was gloomy.

Zheng Dafeng even has the heart to kneel and kowtow.

The woman threw away her oil-paper umbrella and sat on the rainy floor, crying and crying, "The old immortal likes to pick up ashes, even the daughter-in-law of his apprentice." ”

The old man brought a small bench under the eaves, sat down slowly, took the tobacco from the bag at his waist, crushed it into a ball and put it into his pipe, smoked a dry tobacco, looked up at the sky, and paid no attention to the woman.

Zheng Dafeng watched the woman splashing and rolling in the yard, it was raining so heavily, and the woman was a plump figure who was good to raise, and her clothes were thin, so that many of the Yang family's shops rushed to join in the fun, stealing fun one by one, feasting their eyes.

The woman cried so hard that she stopped suddenly, as if she had choked someone's neck, and after rubbing her eyes, she quickly got up, picked up the oil-paper umbrella and ran away.

The woman ran and shouted, "There are ghosts!"

The old man tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, "The rat feces on the incense platform are hated by gods." ”