A Confucian scholar with two temples and stars left the village school with a young man in a green shirt and came to the bottom of the archway. The most knowledgeable teacher in the town, his face was a little haggard, and he stretched out his hand to point to a plaque above his head, "Don't let it go, what do you mean by the four words?"

The young Zhao Xuan, who is both a disciple of the school and a scholar of the school, looked up along the line of sight and said without hesitation: "Our Confucianism is based on the word benevolence, and the four characters on the plaque are taken from 'be benevolent, not let the teacher', which means that we scholars should respect the teacher, but before benevolence, righteousness and morality, we do not have to be humble." ”

Mr. Qi asked, "Don't be humble?"

The young man in the green shirt has a clear appearance, and compared with Song Jixin's aggressive and sharp, his temperament is more gentle and introverted, just like a first-hair hibiscus, naturally cute. When the gentleman asked this hidden question, the young man did not dare to take it lightly, and carefully considered it, thinking that it was the gentleman who was studying his own knowledge, how could he dare to be casual? The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the disciple's restrained appearance as if facing a great enemy, smiled knowingly, and patted the young man on the shoulder, "It's just a casual question, don't be nervous." It seems that I was too restrained by your nature before, and the carving was too complicated, so that you lived like a statue placed in the Wenchang Pavilion, with a straight face, talking about rules everywhere, reasoning in everything, and not tired...... But for now, it's a good thing. ”

The young man was a little puzzled, but Mr. had already taken him around to the other side, still looking up at the four-character plaque, the Confucian expression stretched, for some reason, the unsmiling Mr. Teach, actually talked about a lot of interesting stories, and told the disciples: "The person who wrote this plaque was the first person in the world to write calligraphy, which caused a lot of controversy, such as the dispute between the pattern and the divine will, and the controversy between the praise and disapproval of 'ancient quality' and 'Jinyan', which has not yet been decided. Rhyme, law, meaning, posture, calligraphy four meanings, for thousands of years, this person won the double top, it is simply not to give the same generation of grandmasters half a way to live. If you look carefully, you should be able to find that although the four characters are similar to each other in terms of pen, structure and divine will, in fact, they were written separately by the four Taoist ancestors, and there were two old immortals who exchanged letters and quarrels, and they all wanted to write the word "Xi" and did not want to write the word "word" that was vulgar and vulgar......"

Then the Confucian scholar took the young man around to the "don't ask for the outside", he looked left and right, his eyes were faint, "Originally, the village school where you studied, will soon be closed by several big families because of the loss of Mr. Teach, or simply overturned, build a small Taoist temple or erect a Buddha statue, for pilgrims to burn incense, there is a Taoist or monk to preside, year after year, until the Jiazi period, during which there may be 'replacement' two or three times, so as not to have doubts among the people of the town, in fact, it is just a crude trick." It's just that if you complete a sesame-sized magic power here, if you put it outside, it may be equivalent to the magnificent momentum of the gods beating the big drum and the spring thunder shaking the heavens and the earth......"

At the back, Mr. spoke in a voice as thin as a mosquito, and even if Zhao Xuan, a scholar, pricked up his ears, he couldn't hear it clearly.

Mr. Qi sighed, his tone was a little helpless and tired: "Many things should not be revealed, but now, it is becoming more and more indifferent, but after all, we are scholars, and we still have to talk about face." What's more, if I, Qi Jingchun, take the lead in breaking the rules, it will be tantamount to stealing from the guards, and the appearance will be really ugly. ”

Zhao Miao suddenly plucked up his courage and said, "Sir, the student knows that you are not a layman, and this town is not an ordinary place. ”

The Confucian smiled curiously, "Oh? ”

Zhao Miao pointed to the majestic twelve-foot archway, "This place, plus the iron lock well in Xinghua Lane, as well as the covered bridge with two iron swords hanging at the bottom of the bridge, the old locust tree, the peach tree in Peach Leaf Lane, and the Fulu Street where my Zhao family is located, the Gu Yu post, Chongyang Post, etc., posted every year, are very strange." ”

The Confucian interrupted the young man, "Strange? How strange, you grew up here since you were a child, and you have never gone out at all, have you seen the scenery outside the town? There is no comparison, how can you say this?"

Zhao Miao said in a deep voice: "Sir, I have long been familiar with the content of those books, and the peach blossoms in Peach Leaf Lane are very different from the poems in the book. After learning, what should we read? What should we do when we study? What is the purpose of reading? What is the purpose of the book? What is the "career" in the book? What is the meaning of Tian Shelang in the court, and what is the "Son of Heaven in the Son of Heaven, and the article teaches Ercao"? Although the two kiln supervisors never talked to people about the imperial court, the capital, and the affairs of the world, they ......

The Confucian smiled with relief: "It's okay, it's useless to talk more." ”

Zhao Xuan immediately stopped talking.

The Confucian scholar who called himself Qi Jingchun whispered: "Zhao Xuan, in the future, you need to be cautious in your words and deeds, and remember that trouble comes from your mouth, so most Confucian sages are tight-lipped." The gentleman above the virtuous man is cautious and independent, and he bows down like a, lest there be flaws. As for the saints, such as the mountain masters of the seventy-two academies...... These people can be like the great true people of Taoism and the golden-bodied Arhats of Buddhism, and they can become prophecies and follow the law. After reaching this realm, these people and the masters of the hundreds of families are roughly collectively referred to as land immortals, and they can be regarded as stepping into the threshold with one foot. However, these figures, everyone is like a dragon, some are high, like the statues of gods in Taoist temples, unattainable, some dragons see the head but not the tail, ordinary people can't find it at all. ”

Zhao Miao was confused when he heard it, like falling clouds.

Zhao Miao couldn't help but ask, "Sir, why are you saying this today?"

The Confucian scholar looked open-minded and said with a smile: "You have a husband, and I naturally have a husband." And my sir...... Not to mention, in short, I thought I would be able to survive for decades, but suddenly I found that some people behind the scenes were not willing to wait even for this little time. So I can't take you out of town this time, you need to get out on your own. Some innocuous truths should be revealed to you, just listen to a story. I just hope you understand a truth, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people in people, no matter how you Zhao Xuan is 'blessed and lucky', you can't be complacent and slack. ”

The fall of the well water and the departure of the locust leaves are all omens.

A scholar named Qi Jingchun reminded: "Zhao Xuan, do you remember the locust leaf I asked you to put away?"

The young scholar nodded vigorously, "It's put away with the seal that Mr. gave me." ”

"How can there be a leaf in the world when it leaves the branches, so verdant, fresh and delicate? There are thousands of people in the town, and there are only a handful of people who have this 'blessed shade', and that locust leaf can be played with often, and there may be a chance in the future. ”

Confucian eyes were deep, "In addition, over the years, I have been asking you to do good deeds in the town to make good deeds, no matter who you treat with courtesy and sincerity, you will slowly understand the mystery in the future, those seemingly inconspicuous trivial things, dripping water through stones, and the benefits of the final harvest may not be worse than holding a "Local County Chronicle". ”

The boy noticed a yellow bird perched on a stone beam, occasionally bouncing and chirping.

The Confucian priest put his hands behind his back and looked up at the yellow bird with a solemn expression.

The boy didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

Confucian Qi Jingchun suddenly looked at the side of Mud Bottle Alley, and his brows furrowed even more.

The Confucian sighed softly and said, "The stinging insect gradually smells the sound of spring and breaks through the ground. It's just that as a guest, sneaking around under the eyes of the host, and doing that kind of trick, isn't it too big? Do you really think that you can do whatever you want here with a small bowl of water that you make your own claim?"

Zhao Miao was worried, "Sir?"

The Confucian priest waved his hand, indicating that the matter had nothing to do with the young man, but only led him to the last plaque.

The young Zhao Miao seemed to suddenly hear a spring thunder stinging worm, and suddenly stopped, his eyes were stunned.

Not far away, I saw a black-clothed girl wearing a hood, the tulle covered her face, her figure was well-proportioned, neither slender nor plump, she wore a snow-white scabbard of a long sword and a green scabbard around her waist, standing under the plaque of "Qi Chong Bullfighting", she wrapped her arms around her chest and raised her head.

The Confucian was amused and coughed lightly.

The young man was just stunned, and he didn't understand Mr. 's reminder of "don't look at indecent things" at all.

The Confucian scholar smiled heartily, but he didn't scold, but no longer coughed loudly, and let the young man next to him look at the girl stupidly.

The girl never seemed to notice the boy's gaze.

She seems to particularly appreciate the four big characters of "angry bullfighting", compared with the dignified and solemn of the other three block plaques, the big characters of this plaque are written in block letters, and the charm is almost arbitrary.

She loves it!

The young man suddenly woke up, it turned out that it was Mr. who patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Zhao Xuan, you should go back to the school to move things home." ”

The boy blushed, lowered his head, and followed his husband back to the school.

The girl slowly let go of the five fingers that held the handle of the knife.

In the distance, the Confucian scholar quipped: "Zhao Xuan, Zhao Xuan, I saved your life." ”

The boy was shocked, "Sir?"

The Confucian hesitated for a moment, and said with a serious expression: "When you see her in the future, you must take a detour." ”

The gentle and elegant Tsing Yi Reading Lang was a little surprised and a little lost, "Sir, why is this?"

Qi Jingchun thought for a while and said a conclusive remark, "She is incomparably sharp, and she is destined to be an unsheathed sword." ”

The boy stopped talking.

The middle-aged Confucian said with a smile: "Of course, if you just secretly like someone, the Taoist Buddha can't stop it." Even our most disciplined readers, our holy teacher, only admonished 'not to speak, see, hear, and move', and did not say that indecent people should not think. ”

At this moment, the young man suddenly seemed to be confused, and blurted out loudly: "She is very fragrant!"

As soon as the words came out, the boy was stunned.

The Confucian had a headache, not that he was angry, but that the situation was more tricky, and he said in a deep voice: "Zhao Xuan, turn around!"

The boy subconsciously turned around and turned his back to Mr.

Downstairs in the archway, the girl turned her head and was murderous.

She first lowered her hands, and pressed the thumbs of both hands against the hilt of her sword and the hilt of her sword.

Then she began to run in small steps, about four or five steps later, her hands and feet suddenly exerted force, the three-foot long sword of the snow-white scabbard, the slender narrow knife of the turquoise scabbard, the first to come out of the sheath, slanted forward, at the same time, her figure bounced to the ground, and quickly grasped the sword with both hands, without saying a word, she slashed her head!

Between the girl in black and the pair of teachers and students in the town, two arms that were not thick were stretched and burst into two shining arc moons.

It's not a miracle, and it's not magic.

Purely a quick word!

The Confucian looked relaxed, without any intention of dodging, just stomping his foot lightly.

A ripple rippled out.

The next moment, the girl's body tensed, and the killing intent became heavier.

It turned out that the sword and sword that were like a bamboo, completely failed, and she stood where the sword was unsheathed.

The Confucian smiled and said, "Yes, the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength." It's just that then again, I, a disciple, did offend the girl, but the crime is not worthy of death, right?"

The girl deliberately made her voice mature and dull, slowly put the sword into the sheath, turned into a posture of holding the knife in one hand, and pointed the tip of the knife directly at the Confucian scholar, "What do you 'think', that's your business, I don't care." ”

The girl stepped out, "How I do it is my business." Of course, you can...... Take care of it!"

Rush forward.

The ground on which she stepped on her front and back feet suddenly collapsed into two small pits.

The Confucian man took one hand behind him, clenched his fist with the other, put it on his abdomen in front of him, and said with a smile: "The martial arts of the soldiers, only fast is not broken." It's a pity that this side of the world, even if it is about to fall apart, but as long as it is before that, it is ten land immortals who join forces to break the formation, and it is just a mayfly shaking the tree. How much more about you?

The next moment, the girl appeared more than ten steps away to the left of the Confucian scholar for no reason.

She thought for a moment and closed her eyes.

The Confucian shook his head and smiled: "It's not what you think, this world is similar to the so-called small world of Buddhism, here, I am ......"

"Huh?"

He was suddenly surprised, and he stopped talking, and instantly came to the girl's side, and took a look, and gently grasped the tip of the knife with two fingers.

He asked, "Who taught you swordsmanship and swordsmanship?"

The girl didn't open her eyes, her left hand grasped the hilt of the sword that had just been sheathed, and a cold light swept across the waist of the Confucian scholar, trying to cut it off.

The Confucian priest who twisted the tip of the knife with two fingers shouted softly: "Retreat!"

There was a sparse commotion on the ground, and the dust was flying, and after a while, the figure of a girl with a hood was revealed, and her feet stood one after the other, and under her feet, in front of the Confucian scholar, a ravine appeared, as if it had been ploughed out.

The girl's hands were bloody and fleshy.

The sword was out of its sheath, and the sword was out of its sheath, but she was reduced to the point of being snatched away empty-handed.

Moreover, she knew that in addition to the "structure" of this heaven and earth, the enemy had always suppressed his strength to a realm equal to herself.

This is inferior to people.

It's not that it can't be cultivated.

Her whole person seemed to be on the verge of going berserk.

I'm afraid that the girl herself didn't realize that the light around her as the center of the circle was distorted.

After all, this school teacher is the most reasonable person, and he persuaded him empathetically: "You'd better not compare yourself with me for the time being, it may hinder your martial arts state of mind." It is very important to reach the top of martial arts, step by step. ”

He looked a little strange at this time, holding the tip of the sword in one hand and the blade of the sword horizontally in the other.

He suddenly laughed, imitating the tone of the girl's speech, and said, "old-fashioned": "Listen or not, it's your freedom, whether you say it or not, it's my business." ”

The girl was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Teachable!"

The Confucian smiled and nodded, not an arrogant woman who was blindly arrogant, this is good, he gently threw the knife to the girl, and said, "The knife will be returned to you first." ”

He looked down at the long sword on the tip of his finger, and trembled slightly.

The young phoenix is clear in the voice of the old phoenix.

The Confucian said regretfully: "The texture of this sword is quite good, but there is still a gap between it and the top, resulting in a weight that can only carry two words at most, which is a bit reluctant, otherwise, with your qualifications, not to mention taking away all four words, three words, it must be more than enough......

When he sighed, he casually raised his hand and shouted softly, "E!"

Two dazzling rays of light flew out from the plaque of "Qi Chong Bullfighting".

was slapped twice by the Confucian with his sleeve and slapped into the long sword.

On the plaque, the words "gas" and "cow" are still there.

The words "Chong" and "Dou" seem to be an old man in the twilight of his sickbed, and after returning to the light, he finally completely lost his spirit.

The Confucian shook his wrist carelessly, and the long sword returned to the master's scabbard in the blink of an eye, because it had been returned to the sheath, so no one knew for the time being, and there were two breaths on the sword body that wandered like a dragon.

The next scene shocked Qi Jingchun, who had gone through vicissitudes.

The girl slowly took off the scabbard, flicked it casually, and nailed it into the yellow earth at an angle, after the tulle hanging from the hat, her eyes were resolute, "This is not the kendo I pursue." ”

The Confucian glanced at the sword that had been abandoned by the girl, and felt a long-lost heaviness in his heart, and had to ask the question of losing his identity: "Do you know who I am?"

The girl nodded, and shook her head again, "I heard that every other time here, there will be a saint from the three sects who comes here to preside over the operation of a large array, it has been thousands of years, and from time to time someone goes out from here, either with a strange treasure, or the cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds, so I want to come and see it." When I saw you, I was sure of your identity, otherwise I wouldn't have been so straightforward when I made a move. ”

Qi Jingchun asked again: "Then do you know what you gave up just now?"

The girl was silent.

In the scabbard of the sword on the ground, the long sword trembled incessantly, like a beautiful woman in the country complaining and whimpering, begging for her lover's change of heart.

The young scholar had already secretly turned his head and looked cautiously at the girl in the distance.

The Confucian scholar could not be said to be unknowledgeable, but he was still puzzled by this, and it was always difficult to force the long sword containing huge qi to the girl, and finally had to remind him loudly: "Girl, it is best to put away that sword." Next, the town will be very ...... Taiping. One more thing to defend yourself is a good thing after all. ”

The girl didn't speak, turned around and left.

Still reluctant to take the sword.

Qi Jingchun was a little helpless, waved his sleeves, and nailed the sword into the height of a stone pillar of the archway, if someone forcibly pulled it out, it would inevitably disturb himself sitting in the center, just like the previous "Mr. Storyteller" was bright and dark, and he shot twice, but he did not escape the distant attention of this Mr. Xueshu.

Personally sent Zhao Miao all the way from the school to the Zhao family's mansion on Fulu Street, the middle-aged Confucian walked slowly, every time he took a step, the courtyard on both sides of the street was full of high-gate mansions, and there were some hidden places, there would be some imperceptible brilliance, and it would flash away.

Qi Jingchun muttered: "It's strange, where did the little girl come from?

After he returned to the school, he sat in front of the desk, and placed a jade gui, about one foot and two inches long, carved with the mountain of the four towns at the four corners, and the four sides were stable, and the front was engraved with dense small seal inscriptions, no less than 100 words.

According to the Confucian etiquette system, there was originally only one son of heaven who could govern the town.

This shows the significance of this town.

Turning it over, there were only two words engraved on the back of Yugui.

The handwriting is rigorous and unique.

The muscles and bones are extremely strong, and the divine will is extremely long.

On the bookcase, there is also a secret letter that has just arrived.

The eyes of the Confucian scholar with frosty white temples were slightly red, "Sir, the student is incompetent, and can only watch you be humiliated to this ......"

The Confucian looked out the window, there was not much joy and sorrow, but he looked a little lonely, "Qi Jingchun is ashamed of his teacher, he has lived for a hundred years, and he only owes one death." ”

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When Song Jixin took out something from the inner room and put it on the table, Fu Nanhua couldn't hide the ecstasy on his face no matter how he tried to hide it.

An inconspicuous small pot, the bottom of the pot is "mandrill".

Song Jixin folded his hands on the table, leaned forward, and asked with a smile, "How much is this pot worth?"

The young city lord of the old dragon city finally withdrew his gaze from the small pot, raised his head and said frankly: "If you sell it in the secular dynasty, it is not worth a tael of silver." But if I sell it, I can buy back a city. ”

Song Jixin asked, "Tens of thousands?"

Fu Nanhua stretched out three fingers.

Song Jixin sighed and pouted, "It turned out to be 300,000." ”

Fu Nanhua was stunned and laughed.

He originally thought that Song Jixin would say 30,000 people.

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On the other side of Xinghua Alley, a wooden man squatted next to the iron lock well, staring at the iron chain tied to the base of the wheel.

It's like struggling with how to move it.

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The girl in black clothes and hats and with a cold temperament walked around the town casually, aimlessly, only wearing the green sheath narrow knife at this time, and her hands were just scribbled bandages of cloth.

When she had just walked into an unknown alley.

With a whoosh, something burst into the air, and then obediently stopped behind the girl, buzzing.

The girl frowned, didn't turn her head, and a word popped out from between her teeth, "Get out!"

Another whoosh is there.

The "flying sword" that swept here from the sheath was so frightened that it really dodged back into the scabbard.

Proud maiden.

Well-behaved flying sword.