Chunshan Academy, like the Linlu Academy in Piyun Mountain, is an official academy of the Dali Imperial Court.

The mountains are long, the wind and smoke are clear, the rivers are surging, and the grass is abundant.

An old gentleman walked alone in the academy, dressed in a Confucian shirt, with a thin figure and his hands behind his back, and walked outside a classroom taught by his master and son, and stopped and did not go too close to the window.

The predecessor of this place is the former site of Dali Mountain Cliff Academy, just because the word "mountain cliff" is equivalent to giving the Gao family of the Great Sui, so it was renamed and became Chunshan Academy.

It is still the official academy of the Dali Imperial Court, in fact, about this matter, the Dali temple was not without controversy, some officials from the Mountain Cliff Academy, all the six ministries and all the officials, have the same opinion, abandon it, and maintain it well, even if they like the most budget-conscious, every day can be spit on the star's household officials, all of them seconded this matter. In fact, at that time, Da Li's civil and military forces felt that it was only a matter of time before the Mountain Cliff Academy returned to Da Li.

In the end, it was a sentence from the national teacher Cui Yun, and the name was changed, and the court had no objections.

A young gentleman who was not in charge of inspecting the academy for the time being, saw the old gentleman and asked with a smile, "Is this a visitor to the academy, or is it just a trip?"

No matter how loose the academy is, there are still some rules.

Lao Xiucai stroked his beard and smiled: "Life is a reverse journey, all are pedestrians, passers-by don't need to ask their names, and the sound of reading is my hometown." ”

The young master smiled dumbly, is this dragging with himself?

Lao Xiucai sighed, strange.

It stands to reason that now the large and small Confucian temples of all countries in Aquarius, from the capital to the locality, should re-hang their own portraits, and the young man in front of him, as a Confucian student of the academy, has no reason not to recognize himself.

By the way, most of them are the hanging statues of the Temple of Literature, which failed to depict half of their physiognomy and charm.

When I turned around, I talked to the old drunkard with the title of painting saint, and said, even if your painting skills have been superb, but in fact, there is still a chance to go further.

The young master of the academy reminded with a smile: "Old man, it's okay to take a walk, as long as you don't disturb the lectures of the teaching masters, and walk lightly, it's no problem." Otherwise, if the master who started the class has an opinion, I will have to drive people out. ”

Lao Xiucai nodded and exclaimed: "The young man has a good temper, and his patience in teaching should not be bad." If it's good, it's good in advance, and if it's bad, it's been reminded early. It's very methodical to do things. Seeing the slight knowledge, I see that your Chunshan Academy, the atmosphere is not much worse. ”

The young master felt helpless, this old gentleman was more ...... Good teacher?

But after all, they are good words, and they are not annoying. It's just a little bigger.

This old gentleman's official words are not authentic, most of them are scholars from vassal countries, they are old, and they have to travel tirelessly to come to the capital academy, which is not easy, so the young master took the initiative to tell the old gentleman a few places of beauty in Chunshan Academy, and the old Xiucai smiled and nodded in thanks, slowly walked to the window, and quietly listened to a question and answer between the lecturer and the students inside.

When the young master looked back, he always felt a little familiar.

The old gentleman, with his hands behind his back, stood in the corridor and listened to the preaching of the lecturer inside.

Sensing the young master's gaze, the old gentleman turned his head and smiled.

The young master turned and left, shaking his head, still not remembering to see the old gentleman there.

Lao Xiucai continued to listen to the master's explanation, well, very good, today's lecture master took to teach, it was a child of the Yang family in Lingbao County in the early years, a note on one of his own works, and now what he is talking about in the room is the content of the Fa Xing, just said a sentence in the book, the reason why the gentleman is noble and cheap, why not?

Note, Commentary, Commentary, Commentary, Commentary, and Commentary...... In fact, there were so many in the Haoran world back then, the so-called Xianxue, but that's it.

Of course, it was later banned by the Temple of Literature, and now that it has resumed its status as a companion, all kinds of commentaries have naturally revived...... Forget it, this statement is a bit awkward, anyway, there are many carp that have sprung up and crossed the river.

When the master in the room was teaching the students, he seemed to talk about his own heart, and began to close his eyes, sit upright, and recite the full text of the Dharma aloud.

Lao Xiucai lay on the windowsill, lowered his voice, and asked with a smile with a young Confucian student: "Do you understand what your husband teaches about the Fa?"

The young Confucian had already discovered this old gentleman who was eavesdropping on the lectures, and this academy student was obviously also bold, while the lecture lady was still there, he shook his head and grinned: "What is there to understand this, in fact, the content of the Fa Xing chapter is very shallow, but it is the commentary of the masters and scholars, which is deeper and farther." ”

The young man nodded when he saw the old gentleman's face full of deep understanding.

Then the old gentleman asked, "What do you think is the biggest problem with that literary saint who wrote a book and said it?"

The young Confucian was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Old man, this kind of question is a big rebellion, you dare to ask, as a disciple of the academy, I dare not answer." ”

The predecessor of Chunshan Academy, but one of the 72 Academies of Haoran, the Mountain Cliff Academy, the former mountain master Mr. Qi, is the descendant of Wensheng. So as a disciple of Chunshan Academy, isn't saying this tantamount to deviating from the scriptures and deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors?

The old gentleman smiled and said: "What dare you dare to do, some people dare to say that the Six Classics note me, what are you afraid of." I have heard that you mountain chiefs advocate that you should guard against arrogance and bias, narrow-mindedness in reading, and outdated in writing. I think this is very good, why did you come to your side, and you didn't even dare to have a little opinion of your own? Do you think that the world's knowledge has been finished to the saints of the Temple of Literature, so we only need to endorse it, and we are not allowed to have some opinions of our own?"

The current mountain chief Wu Linzhen, tireless since childhood, every book is read, rigorous in learning, once served as the school of several states in Dali place, all his life has been dealing with the sages and sages, although the rank of learning is not low, but in fact it is not a serious officialdom, after resigning in his later years, he lectured on several government academies, it is said that during the ban on literary and holy learning, he worked hard to collect a large number of book editions, and personally engraved the proofreading, and in the early years of the imperial examination reform of the Dali Dynasty, it was this person who took the lead in proposing that the imperial court must add economy, armament and arithmetic.

The young Confucian hesitated for a moment, and hey, the one in front of him must be an old gentleman who has no results in the imperial examination and is mediocre and depressed, otherwise where would he say these "big words", but it really touched the heart of the young Confucian student, so he mustered up his courage and whispered: "I think that Wensheng is extremely knowledgeable, but he talks more about etiquette and less about benevolence and righteousness, which is a bit inappropriate." ”

The old gentleman continued, "What do you think we should do? Have you thought of a remedy?"

The young Confucian looked shy, "I secretly thought about it when I was fine, of course it must be very vulgar and biased, but the two masters of our academy who teach the works of Wensheng, well, now this master is one of them, often walking in the academy by himself, reciting the works of Wensheng repeatedly, one can't help but cry, the most admired Master Wensheng, I don't dare to take out that nonsense article." ”

The teacher who had memorized the Fa Xing chapter saw the "absent-minded" student, who was muttering to the window, and the master suddenly patted the ruler and shouted, "Zhou Jiagu!"

The young Confucian was dumbfounded, not only did he catch the master squarely, but the key was that the old gentleman outside the window, who was not righteous, suddenly disappeared.

Zhou Jiagu stood up tremblingly.

Then Zhou Jiagu found that outside the window, the head of the academy was the leader, and a group of old masters of the academy came.

Then, an old gentleman who had just shrunk his head and bent his knees and was squatting at the base of the wall outside the window to hide, got up stupidly.

The old gentleman was really not thin-skinned, and explained with a smile to Zhou Jiagu: "It's a little tiring to stand for a long time." ”

Zhou Jiagu found that the lecturer's face was flushed, and he mistakenly thought that the master felt that he had been disturbed teaching, and the young man immediately explained: "Mr. Fan, this is my distant uncle, who came to visit me in the academy today, and the uncle doesn't know the rules of the academy very well, so he has to blame me." ”

Lao Xiucai stroked his beard and nodded.

It's very good.

Older scholars should say a few strange words that pretend to be amazing, and don't be afraid that young people won't remember themselves.

Don't even put hats on young people at every turn, who is not ancient and the world is declining, you can pull it down. In fact, it's just that he has changed from a little bastard to an old bastard.

No matter how disappointed the old man is, he must always be full of hope for the young man.

In the future, the world will get better and better.

Then Zhou Jiagu found that Fan Fuzi was so excited that he stumbled out of the class.

Finally standing in the corridor under the eaves, Fan Fuzi looked solemn, dressed properly, and saluted the old gentleman.

In addition, all the old masters, including the mountain master of Chunshan Academy, are the same, and they can't afford to do it.

It seems that as long as Wen Sheng doesn't speak, he has to keep talking.

Lao Xiucai waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be so pestle, I haven't eaten cold pig's head for many years, I'm not used to it." ”

All the academy masters slowly got up.

Wu Linzhen, the head of Chunshan Academy, stepped forward quickly and asked softly, "Mr. Wensheng, go drink tea elsewhere?"

Lao Xiucai shook his head, walked to the side of Master Fan, and said with a smile: "Mr. Fan, why don't we discuss it, and in the second half of the class, I will teach the students about the Fa practice?"

Fan Fuzi shook again, his lips trembling and unable to speak.

Lao Xiucai walked into the classroom, and dozens of academy students in the room had already stood up to make a move.

Especially Zhou Jiagu, who had been talking with Master Wen Sheng for a long time just now, was stunned at this moment.

Lao Xiucai raised his hand, "No need to be polite, learning is important, sit down." ”

All the college masters, including Mr. Fan, just stood by the window outside and listened to the teachings of the sages, and none of them competed with the students in the room for seats.

Lao Xiucai said with a smile: "Before explaining the Fa Xing, I will first explain to Zhou Jiagu why he talks more about etiquette and less about benevolence and righteousness. Before that, I want to hear Zhou Jiagu's insights and how to remedy it. ”

Lao Xiucai looked at the young Confucian and quipped: "Zhou Jiagu, don't be afraid to say the wrong thing, even if you say the wrong thing, I don't care, who dares to care?"

Zhou Jiagu said in a trembling voice: "Master Wensheng...... I'm a little

Nervous, say ...... Speechless. ”

Lao Xiucai smiled and asked, "Then I'll give a lecture first, when are you not nervous, and then say hello to me?"

Zhou Jiagu wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded vigorously.

Outside the window, Fan Fuzi smiled and scolded in his heart, stinky boy, he is not small, he dares to learn from Mr. Wen Sheng?

I have to ask Zhou Jiagu about the detailed process when I go back.

On this day, nearly 1,000 teachers and students from Chunshan Academy were crowded and crowded outside the classroom.

Confucian scholars, after restoring the throne of the Temple of Literature, preached and taught for the first time in the world to solve doubts, in this Aquarius Continent Dali Chunshan Academy.

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After Chen Ping'an swaggered away, the three people in the alley, Han Dayjin, the formation master, Ge Ling, the Jingshi Daolu, and Sui Lin, the yin and yang family, each glanced at each other, they were all a little discouraged, they were all so thoughtful, but there was still no way to detain the other party, for this originally thought that it would be an extremely dangerous fight, eleven people deduced dozens of possibilities in the inn, and the three of them were responsible for setting up an ambush to invite you into the urn.

The matter of arranging the formation is a thousand miles away, especially when it comes to the operation of the small world, such as choosing a more spacious street outside the alley, which is also the only way for Chen Ping'an, but the formation borders more heaven and earth, not only is it more difficult to maintain the operation of the large array, but at the same time, there are many flaws, and the sword cultivation of the sword happens to be the best at breaking ten thousand methods with one sword.

The female ghost Gaiyan and Lu Hui stood side by side on a wall, and she complained, "It's not fun, it's over before the fight starts." ”

The old lady doesn't believe in evil, so she really can't touch a corner of Chen Gongzi's clothes?

In the alley, Han Rijin smiled bitterly, walked out of the alley with Ge Ling, and said, "It's really difficult to deal with a hidden official." ”

Since there was no fight, Ge Ling had nothing to do, and knocked on the wall of the alley casually, "It really has a headache." ”

Da Li spy here, there are not many records of the hidden identity, only know that it is the head of the hundred sword immortals of Tuoyue Mountain, but as the first disciple of Wenhai Zhou, the sword fairy Shouchen, the content is extremely detailed, the earliest record is the sword between Shouchen and Zhang Lu, and then the deeds of Shouchen are recorded in a lot of space. And at the end of that A-word file secret record, there were two annotations written by the national teachers themselves, top assassins, and they are expected to ascend to the realm.

Sui Lin put away a full six rare sword lock talismans made of golden material, as well as several talismans specially designed to capture the flow of Chen Ping'an's qi.

There is a saying, in Chen Ping'an's words, they are really rich with eleven people.

Just like this fight, before it started, it consumed a lot of Gu Yu's money.

They have at least one half-immortal soldier, not to mention, as long as they want to spend money, the Ministry of Rites and Criminal Affairs has set up a private treasury for them, as long as they open their mouths, no matter what money or things they want, the Dali Imperial Court will give it. There is a waiter in each of the two departments of rites and punishment, and he personally stares at this matter, and the person in charge of the criminal department is Zhao Xuan.

Han Tianjin was a little annoyed, losing two games in a row, even if he lost to Chen Ping'an, he was inevitably aggrieved, "Where is the mistake? It seems that he knew it was a trap from the beginning." Could it be that every time he goes out, every few steps he takes, and he meets someone on the road, he will calculate a hexagram?"

In the distance, Yu Yu said in a heartfelt voice: "It may be the title of 'Mr. Chen'." It may also be some kind of intuition honed by the battlefield, just like fists are fed, intuition can also be raised, and we still experience too little fighting. ”

Gaiyan, nicknamed "Painter", was a little embarrassed, and she was the one who pretended to be the teenager Zhao Duanming at that time.

Yuan Huajing said: "It's all withdrawn." ”

Chen Ping'an returned to the inn, and before crossing the threshold, he took out a paper bag from his sleeve.

Seeing Chen Ping'an, the old man put down the book "Jialing Bamboo Carving" in his hand, and said with a smile: "What a busy man, where did you go to pick up leaks and earn money for conscience?"

Chen Ping'an smiled: "Come on, I was almost caught in a sack by a group of thieves." ”

Of course, the old man didn't take it seriously, and joked: "There are kidnappers in our capital, and even if there are, they don't know how to find a rich man?"

Chen Ping'an put the bag on the counter, "On the way back, I bought a lot, if I don't dislike it, the shopkeeper can use it for wine." ”

The old man nodded and smiled, it was a bag of twist flowers, and it didn't cost a few dollars, but it was all heart.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the books, "The old shopkeeper not only likes porcelain, but also this one? In addition to a few bamboo fans, there is also a pair of arm rests, which are respectively painted and engraved with three thousand eyebrows and peaches, and Manxian models." It's not that I'm bragging, even if it's a famous work, it's worth a little money. ”

"How can it really be a bamboo carving of Manxian...... Forget it, you kid is good at making up stories, and I guess you don't have to worry about starting with the real thing. ”

The old man saw that this kid was a fellow practitioner again, and while hurting people, he pushed the book over and said proudly: "Porcelain and bamboo carving are nothing, and the black tiger knows a little." ”

Chen Ping'an leaned on the counter and shook his head, "The rubbings of the stele are really not just a matter of reading a few books, the knowledge in it is too deep, the threshold is too high, you have to see the real works, and you have to read a lot to really get started." Anyway, there are no shortcuts and tricks, catch those real works, just one word, look, two words, look more, three words, see and spit out. ”

The old man smiled and scolded: "Standing and talking without backache, you kid can see too much?"

"I'm not going to hide it, I've seen a lot. ”

"You are a person who walks the rivers and lakes and mixes the sect, when you are a fairy on the mountain, you brag and don't make drafts?"

"Bragging that needs to be drafted is not considered a transformation realm. ”

Chen Ping'an was in a relaxed mood, accompanying the old man to talk nonsense casually, leaning on the counter, flipping through the book at will, and gently tapping the ground on his toes, remembering those picture books and rubbings of everyone's famous works, as well as sayings like Dapu Bu Cut.

Be in harmony with others, not relatives but also relatives.

Household officials, the old woman of the Fire Temple, the old monk Liu Yuan, the young Zhao Duanming, the innkeeper.

The Empress Dowager Da Li, stopping, the words of both sides can be level-eyed.

The subtleties are not about who the other party is, but who they are. Then you care about who you are, and who you care about who the other person is.

returned the book, and when he arrived at the house, Chen Ping'an found that Ning Yao was also reading, but he changed the book.

Chen Ping'an closed the door gently, Ning Yao ignored him, although the previous book, from beginning to end, did not reveal the true identity of the beautiful man in the green robe who watched the Spring and Autumn Period under the lamp, and there was not much space, but Ning Yao felt that this person was the most expressive and strong man in the book.

Chen Ping'an poured himself a bowl of tea and took a sip gently.

Ning Yao didn't raise his head and said, "The words at the end of the alley are not like your usual style. ”

Chen Ping'an leaned back on the chair, hugged the back of his head with both hands, and said with a smile: "It was Sun Daochang who taught me, on the way of cultivation, while the young geniuses I met were still young and not in the realm enough, I had to quickly beat them up a few more times, and play a psychological shadow, and if I went to the rivers and lakes in the future, I would have prestige." ”

The world is on the mountain. Everyone is romantic.

White Emperor City Zheng is in the middle, and Wu Shuangchuan is a type of person in addition to the palace.

Fu Yu Xuan, the Great Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, is another type of person.

The Great Xuandu Guan Sun Daochang, the real person of the fire dragon lying on the ground, is another type of person.

Ning Yao suddenly smiled, "Where did you come up with so many strange words, can't you use them up?"

Chen Ping'an couldn't help laughing, "What I heard on the road and what I read in the book." The family foundation is all saved little by little. ”

Ning Yao asked, "Isn't there a bit of self-learning?"

Chen Ping'an rubbed his chin and said seriously: "Master Zu appreciates the meal?"

Ning Yao said casually: "This group of monks is actually quite aggrieved against you, and there are so many back-up hands, which are useless. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded, "But to be honest, when I enter the immortal realm one day in the future, I just say that on this Aquarius Mountain, maybe this group of Dali dead soldiers, once they fill the lack of twelve earth branches, for me, it will be the biggest potential hidden danger." ”

Every time he imitates Bai Yujing's sword, after all, it is about the rules, and what Chen Ping'an is not afraid of in his life is the rules.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an will take the initiative to go to the Xianjia Inn, of course, in addition to finding out the general details and cultivation context of the eleven people, he really hopes that this group of people can grow faster, and in the future on the mountain of Aquarius, it is very likely that at the top of the mountain of Yizhou, everyone will have a place.

Chen Ping'an's thoughts and practices seem to be very contradictory, since they are all hidden dangers that should not be underestimated, but they are willing to help the other party's growth.

Chen Ping'an casually picked up a book on the table, turned a few pages, and went back and forth, and the masters of the rivers and lakes would report their own moves, for fear that the opponent would not know his kung fu at the bottom of the box.

Look, at that time in the Temple of Literature, Cao Ci was like this, and the next time we meet, as a friend, we must persuade him.

Besides, how many punches did you Cao Ci create, less than thirty moves?

Ning Yao suddenly said, "What's the matter, you seem to be a little uneasy. Is there a mistake on the Fire Temple's side, or is there a problem on the Yamen side of the household department?"

Chen Ping'an was stunned, and then put down the book, "It's not quite right." It has nothing to do with the Fire Temple and the Household Office, so it's strange and unreasonable. ”

Ning Yao didn't ask much.

She saw Chen Ping'an take out the red paper from his sleeve, pour some 10,000-year-old clay crumbs on the yellow paper, began to twist the soil a little, put it in her mouth and tasted it.

Ning Yao said: "You can really be a situational master. ”

When the burden is fast, the hope is good, the rivers and lakes are in the middle of the Langzhong, the fortune teller, the family letter, the opening of a restaurant......

Chen Ping'an wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "Don't you have a lot of skills." ”

Ning Yao asked, "What is that young ghost cultivator on Qingxia Island called Zeng?"

Chen Ping'an said: "I won't make it clear to Zeng Ye what to say, I will only mention it to him, and I can travel to Dali Capital in the future to increase my experience in the rivers and lakes." After that, it depends on his own fate and creation. ”

Ning Yao said for no reason: "I have a good impression of that Ma Duyi, and I have a big heart." She still lives in that fox talisman paper?"

Chen Ping'an hurriedly glanced at Ning Yao.

Fortunately, it's not a counterstatement.

Chen Ping'an immediately nodded and said: "Yes, she has always liked that talisman skin back then, and everyone has a love for beauty." ”

Ning Yao was puzzled: "Didn't you think about letting them simply leave Shujian Lake and settle down in Luoluo Mountain?"

Chen Ping'an shakes

Shaking his head: "Each has its own fate." ”

It is difficult to walk in the world, difficult to reach the mountains, and dangerous to the water.

The mountains and rivers are dangerous, and the road destroys the car and boat, if it is a smooth road compared to the hearts of the people.

So on that trip, Miss Su, the honest young man Zeng Ye, the cheerful and lively, unscrupulous Ma Duyi, and many more people who traveled with him back then, were actually Chen Ping'an's protectors.

Chen Ping'an shook his sleeves, he had nothing to do in the Great Wall of Sword Qi back then, and refined all the words of the landscape travel book, refining a lot of words, and swept out twenty-four words from the sleeves of the green shirt, and then just made up the eleven names of the monks of the earthly branch.

Song Xu, Han Dayjin, Ge Ling, Yu Yu, Lu Hui, Hou Jue. Yuan Huajing, Sui Lin, change Yan, survive. Bitter hands.

Two sword cultivators, formation masters, Confucian scholars, Taoist priests, monks, military monks, Yin and Yang monks, and ghost cultivators.

The killer feature of the young man's survival is not known for the time being.

The young horseman, named Bitterhand. Except for the night tour of the Heroic Soul, this person made a shot, and after that, there were two battles in the capital, but no shot.

Chen Ping'an looked at these names while distracting himself by immersing his divine consciousness in the small world, carefully examining his soul and various atmospheres, and there was nothing unusual, and there were no subtle traces of the magic robe on his body.

The small Taoist temple that passed by before, the Jingshi Dao Zhengya Administration, the couplet hanging: Songbai Jinting is a blessed land, and the spiritual ruins of the ancient monks.

On the side of the Fire Temple, Aunt Feng entertained guests with a hundred flowers, because Chen Ping'an saw the doorway sealed by red paper and asked about the tribute, and Aunt Feng mentioned two forces by the way, Yudu Ghost Mansion, Fangzhu Mountain, and Qingjun, which ruled over the earth's cave heaven and blessed land and all the earth immortals.

Especially the latter, and because Chen Ping'an mentioned Jiudu Mountain in Caijiaozhou, listening to Aunt Feng's tone, Fangzhu Mountain has probably become a passing cloud, otherwise the founding ancestor of Jiudu Mountain will not get part of the broken mountain and inherit a Taoist immortal vein.

The ruins of the Immortal Mansion that were refined by the formation master Han Dayjin, as well as Yu Yu's Sword Immortal Servant, obviously have a long history and are ancient and secluded, isn't it some kind of hint from Aunt Feng? Maybe those few jars of Baihua wine are actually just an introduction to leaking the heavenly secrets?

The magic on the mountain is endless, and it is impossible to prevent it. Just talking about those natal flying swords cultivated by the sword in the world, how many kinds of unbelievable supernatural powers are there?

Chen Ping'an said suddenly: "The old coachman before, with a temper and a very arrogant temper, the first thing he said when I met was to let me fart quickly." ”

In fact, Chen Ping'an really wanted to find him to practice his hands.

Ning Yao nodded, then continued to read, and said casually, "Don't get used to the stinky problem, why don't you kill him?"

Chen Ping'an was speechless and sighed, "If you really want to fight, you can't kill him for the time being, right?"

Ning Yao said a clueless word, "Guan Yiran understands you very well, no wonder they will become friends." ”

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "At that time in Shujian Lake, Guan Yiran helped a lot, and there was no shelf of a wealthy family. ”

What I thought in my heart, but Lao Tzu sent an inkstone and wine, and you Guan Yiran repaid your friends like this, did you create a sin?

In fact, Ning Yao doesn't like to talk about Shujian Lake very much, because that is the most difficult thing for Chen Ping'an to pass.

She couldn't bear to say anything. Even if she takes the initiative to mention it, it's just a woman like Ma Duyi. In fact, there are some past events that have never really passed. There are only two kinds of things in the real past, I can't remember them at all, and then there are the kinds of past events that can be said casually.

Chen Ping'an rested his arms on the table and said with a smile: "You know, I grew up eating hundreds of family meals, in addition to being grateful and thinking about people, I can't help but not observe words and feelings, otherwise it is easy for those well-wishers to be embarrassed by their relatives in their own days." ”

Ning Yao put down the book and said softly, "For example?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said with a smile: "For example, there is an old woman in the alley, who will often send things to me, and will deliberately carry her family behind her back, secretly give it, and then once pass by her door, pull me to chat, the old mother's daughter-in-law, just in time, began to say some unpleasant things, not only for the old mother, but also for me, how can there be such a strange thing, the objects at home, have not been thieves, is it that it is a sperm, long legs, run to other people's homes." ”

Ning Yao asked, "Then what should you do?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, shook his head and said, "What can't I do." ”

After a moment of silence, Chen Ping'an picked up the water bowl, "It's just that when I think of the old grandmother, who was holding the right sleeve with her left hand and standing at the door, with her back to her family, they are all her juniors, but they want to squeeze out a smile on me as an outsider, as if they are afraid that I will not be happy." In fact, after separating from the old mother, walking on the road alone will be uncomfortable. What's even more uncomfortable is that I don't know how the old grandmother got along with her relatives on that day. ”

So later, on the side of Qingxia Island in Nashujian Lake, Liu Zhimao, who was supposed to kill each other, drank at the same table, is it a matter?

Ning Yao leaned on the table and asked, "When you were a child, did you take the initiative to help out with all the red and white things of your neighbors?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "How is it possible, some words are really ugly, so I don't care about them." ”

Then Chen Ping'an laughed, "Of course, my ability to quarrel at that time was really not good, and I couldn't quarrel if I wanted to." But there is also a way to keep yourself from being aggrieved, grab water in the middle of the night, and have to open other people's small dams that block water into the fields, you know?"

Looking at Chen Ping'an, who stretched out his hand to gesture, Ning Yao shook his head, "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I can imagine it." ”

Chen Ping'an's eyes were shining, and he was a little childish and proud, "At that time, I could find a place to hide on the other side of the ridge and not leave all night, others don't have the patience, so no one can fight for me." ”

In Ning Yao's impression, Chen Ping'an has all kinds of eyebrows, eyes, faces, and demeanors, but he rarely shows the current high-spiritedness and complacency.

A small child who has been sunburned into a small black charcoal, anyway, is not afraid of walking at night, and is not afraid of anything ghostly, often lying alone on the ridges, cocking Erlang's legs, biting grass roots, occasionally waving his hand to disperse mosquitoes and flies, just looking at the bright moon, or the incomparably bright starry sky.

A lonely child, lying on the ground and looking at the sky.

At this moment, his chin rested on his arm, and the man's eyes narrowed with a smile.

Ning Yao picked up the book again.

Chen Ping'an smiled: "I'll also read books." ”

A grain of mustard seeds, inspecting the small world of the human body, and finally came to the heart lake, Chen Ping'an quickly rummaged through the secret records of the summer palace, and there were no entries on Fangzhu Mountain...... There are some small gains, but they can't piece together a reasonable thread.

Chen Ping'an spent a lot of mind and aura on the shore of the heart lake, and worked hard to build a book building, which is used to store all the books, divided into categories, convenient for selection and reference, and check the memory of the collection, just like a fishing, the fishing rod is an empty library, and the mind is the fishing line.

No one taught Chen Ping'an this method, it was Chen Ping'an who learned it from Wen Hai Zhou Mi and his disciple Pei Qian.

After leaving the night sailing ship, Chen Ping'an was busy with one thing again, on the heart lake, carefully gathered and refined a drop of time and flowing water, as well as a kendo seed and a bamboo ruler, each suspended in the air, which was used by Chen Ping'an to measure time, weight and length. This is what Chen Ping'an learned from Lisheng, in the small world of the human body, to create weights and measures by himself, so that even if he is trapped in the small world of others, he will not be dizzy.

It's a pity that half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi is Hedao, and Chen Ping'an has completely lost the Yin God and Yang God, otherwise Chen Ping'an will only be faster when it comes to cultivation.

Chen Ping'an is standing at the water's edge at the moment, with the sun and moon rising and falling and the Milky Way flowing above his head, and the people on the shore looking down at the people in the water.

Chen Ping'an retracted his gaze, and as soon as he turned around, he immediately turned his head, looked at his reflection in the water of the heart lake, frowned, and remembered the young monk who didn't seem to have any sense of existence.

Bitter hands?

It's a Go saying.

For example, just like his founding disciple Pei Qian, who is the bitter hand of the white head of the Taihui Sword Sect, of course, Guo Zhujiu is also a bit like Pei Qian's bitter hand, which is a typical one-thing one-thing.

Then Chen Ping'an in Mud Bottle Lane is the bitter hand of Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane.

And Cao Ci is undoubtedly Chen Ping'an's biggest bitter hand on the road of martial arts, and sword cultivation Liu Cai is the bitter hand on the road of swordsmanship.

Chen Ping'an hesitated, turned around and walked back to the water's edge, sat cross-legged, and began to close his eyes to recuperate, pinching his hands, but he quickly opened his eyes.

A small bald head rode a fire dragon to patrol the hunt, sat high on the head of the fire dragon, and said, "If you want to ask about the past life, the recipient of this life is." ”

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "I understand the reason." ”

The little bald head asked, "Remember the second wish?"

Chen Ping'an nodded, Medicine Buddha has twelve great wishes, the second of which is the wish of the body to break through the darkness and open the eyes of all beings.

May when I attain Bodhi in the next life, my body be like glass, clear inside and out, pure and unblemished, bright and vast, with majestic merits, good and peaceful, and majestic flames, more than the sun and the moon;

A thousand-year-old dark room, a light is on.

The little bald head crossed his arms around his chest, and exhaled angrily: "'It is useful to ask for a bodhisattva', this sentence was said by yourself when you were a child, but when you grew up, what did you think? Looking back, every time you went up the mountain to collect medicine and go down the mountain to cook medicine, did it work? Does this count as sincerity and spirituality?"

Chen Ping'an hummed softly.

The little bald head left on the dragon, scolding and scolding, Chen Ping'an suffered, was silent for a long time, and when he stood up, he looked at the water and looked at himself, and said to himself: "The biggest pain is in yourself?"

Then Chen Ping'an's face turned pale, "These bastards, don't you want to die?!"

Mustard Seed quickly withdrew from the small world, Chen Ping'an didn't even have time to say anything to Ning Yao, and directly shrank the mountains and rivers in one step, went straight to the immortal inn, and opened the ban on mountains and rivers.

If one is not careful, these guys will attract another "Chen Ping'an".

Pure as God.