The night was deep, the superintendent of the official office, Song Changjing returned alone, the young Song Jixin had gone to the mud bottle lane like a kennel, the man did not force this, as a battlefield general who had commanded the army for many years, he was still able to snore loudly in the sea of corpses and blood, so the nephew who was free-ranged, these years have not been so in line with the identity of the nobles of Tianhuang, Song Changjing did not feel that he owed the child. It would be good to be able to return to the capital of Dali alive.

The elderly steward of the government office had been waiting at the door, carrying a lantern in his hand.

Song Changjing took the lead in stepping over the threshold of only one side door, strode forward, and said, "You don't need to lead the way." ”

The old steward nodded silently, slowed down, and quietly left.

The building on Fulu Street was not built extravagantly, and the area occupied was far inferior to the house of Lu and Li.

But Song Changjing is different, the younger brother of the current Emperor Da Li, who has also made great achievements in opening up the territory and expanding the territory, is the top martial arts master in Dongbao Aquarius.

His arrival is like crossing the river dragon and breaking into a small lake, even if the snakes on the ground can't talk about how to be afraid, in the face of people like Song Changjing, everyone will show the respectful posture they deserve.

When Song Changjing passed by a small courtyard, he saw that someone was still reading at night with a lamp in the room, sitting upright, and still meticulous when he was alone.

He is worthy of being a decent man and a gentleman.

Song Changjing's big sleeves fluttered, and he walked briskly, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the past, there were young people studying in Guanhu Academy, calligraphy through the gods, the name moved the government and the opposition, was summoned into the palace by the lord of the Southern Wei Dynasty, wrote the edict in the side hall, it was the middle of winter and heavy snow, the pen could not be frozen, the emperor ordered more than ten palace concubines to serve on the left and right sides, for its pen.

This incident quickly swept the East Aquarius and became a beautiful talk.

It's just that no one thinks deeply, how strict the ban on the imperial city palace is, this kind of thing, the emperor doesn't say it, the eunuchs don't say it, the concubines don't say it, how do the people know?

Walking on the deep path, Song Changjing suddenly laughed heartily.

Wearing a plain shirt, Song Jixin returned to Mud Bottle Lane, the courtyard door was unlocked, and after pushing open the door, he saw the maidservant Zhigui sitting on a chair in the main hall, half-squinting, tilting her head and dozing, when her head was tilted to a certain extent, she immediately sat upright, and then continued to tilt.

It seems that the girl is really tired. Song Jixin bent down, shook her shoulders slightly, and said softly: "Childish Gui, wake up, hurry back to your room to sleep, be careful of freezing." ”

The sleepy-eyed girl rubbed her eyes and said in a daze, "Childe, why did you come back so late." ”

Song Jixin said with a smile: "I went to the covered bridge, the distance was a bit far, so it was late." ”

When Zhigui saw Song Jixin's strange dress, he was surprised: "Huh, why did Childe change his clothes?"

Song Jixin was reluctant to talk more on this topic, "Don't mention this." After lending you that local county chronicle, how is your reading and literacy, do you want me to teach you?"

The girl shook her head and said, "No." ”

Song Jixin returned to his room, it was pitch black, he took off his robe, kicked off his boots, touched the bed, and the young man muttered: "Wang Zhu, Wang Zhu, I see." ”

Zhigui returned to his room, turned off the lights and went to sleep, and the whole person shrunk in the bed, making a slight movement as if he was stealing something and chewing something in his mouth.

In the end, she even had a full hiccups.

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Liu Xianyang is on the side of the sword-casting shop, although he has not officially become Master Ruan's apprentice, but everyone can see that Master Ruan is very important to this tall young man, otherwise he would not personally teach him how to forge sword strips.

At noon, a young man who was born as a porcelain potter ran to Liu Xianyang, saying that someone was looking for him, squeezing his eyebrows, very playful, saying that it was a beautiful woman who was better looking than those ladies on Fulu Street, and came to Liu Xianyang.

Liu Xianyang followed him with a hippie smile, and his mood actually became heavy all of a sudden.

Sure enough, next to a well, there stood a slender woman, surrounded by many young men digging wells and moving soil, and they were particularly energetic.

As the little master Song Jixin despised, Liu Xianyang is indeed a turtle, but whether a woman is good-looking or not has nothing to do with whether she has read a book or not, and whether she is illiterate. Maybe the tall boy doesn't know, the general and vague good-looking, there is actually a kind of charm among them, especially dignified and charming, which is particularly moving.

The word charm, if it is an interpretation of the word, is the meaning of the thrush daughter.

The lady in front of me, who did not know her name and roots, had delicate eyebrows like the whiskers of an insect, and her forehead was like a cicada, broad and square, smooth and plump.

Today, she came here alone, without the posture of asking for guilt, and it didn't look like she was going to bully others, Liu Xianyang breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that this graceful and luxurious lady, no matter how good-looking her face is, Liu Xianyang doesn't deny it, if it was in the past, maybe she would meet on the street, and she would whistle a few times, but this doesn't mean that Liu Xianyang will be tempted, the woman that the tall young man likes used to be the maid of the mud bottle lane, and now it is, and it will be in the future.

Liu Xianyang walked to the stream with the beautiful woman, and said in a firm tone: "Madam, if you want to persuade me to sell you that family heirloom, I advise Madame not to open this mouth." ”

The woman smiled and said, "Don't be in a hurry to refuse, let me tell you clearly about the stakes, and then you can make a decision." ”

The tall young man's face remained unchanged, pretending to be relaxed, but in fact, his heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

In the distance, the girl squatted on the threshold of a sword-casting room, holding a bowl of rice, the white rice piled up in the shape of the tip of the mountain, towering out of the edge of the big white bowl, she was gobbling up, after eating the "mountain", she saw the braised pork hidden in her as she wished, the whole person was full of happiness, secretly turned her back, turned her back to the man who was sitting at the other end of the threshold and chewed slowly, and asked, "Dad, don't care about the foreign aunt?"

The man's urn said angrily: "No matter." ”

The girl in Tsing Yi said worriedly: "He is your great disciple here in the future, so he is not afraid of taking a fork in the road?"

The man said indifferently: "That kid is not blessed." ”

The girl wondered, "Dad, don't you feel pity?"

For example, when she saw those delicious and delicate pastries in the shop, she didn't have any money in her pocket, she had money, she bought it, but she accidentally fell to the ground, and she really deserved to be hit by five thunderbolts.

The man replied, "Is the braised pork delicious?"

The girl subconsciously nodded happily, "It's delicious!"

The girl suddenly tensed her body, her father had made a "will", she could only eat one meat dish a day, so she pretended to be like she only had a bowl of white rice and hid the braised pork in it. In order to be able to eat a meat dish in the evening.

The girl turned her head in embarrassment, raised the white bowl high, and said confidently: "There is only one piece, and I don't have bad rules!"

The man smiled and asked, "Then the piece of braised pork hidden at the bottom of the bowl can't be eaten, will you feel pity?"

The girl opened her mouth slightly, and her whole person seemed to have been struck by lightning, and her heart was like ashes.

The man also poured salt on his daughter's wound, "If you don't ask Liu Xianyang more about it, my father will turn a blind eye." ”

The girl was silent, eating braised pork in small bites, and at a glance she knew that she would definitely be diligent and thrifty in the future.

After the man finished eating, he looked at the woman and the young man on the other side of the stream, and said, "As long as this kid does not ascend to the Five Realms for a day, his father will not care whether he lives or dies." Even if you enter the middle five realms, your father will take care of it once or twice, but he will never take care of it too much, and it will only be three. There is no way for good or evil, but people call themselves. ”

The girl said angrily: "Why don't you care?!"

The man said angrily: "Literati accept students, and martial artists accept apprentices, neither of them is a gang recruiting minions, not thinking about quarreling with people in the future, relying on the strength of the crowd to quarrel or fight with others." In the final analysis, in my eyes, whether it is a teacher or a student, or a master or an apprentice, they are all like-minded people. What's more, Liu Xianyang is not my apprentice yet. ”

The girl didn't speak.

The man sighed: "Silly girl, do you know how many people there are in this remote corner of the Dali Dynasty? More than 20 million households! So many people in the world, so many troubles, can you manage it? Dad will take over the town from Qi Jingchun in the next sixty years, don't wander around all day, feel at ease to cast swords and practice swords here in the sword furnace, otherwise you will get into trouble, will Dad take care of it or not?"

Before the man could finish speaking, the girl said, "Don't worry about it." ”

Her words suffocated the man to the point of almost internal injury, and the power was so great that it was no weaker than the bottom of the box of a certain sword immortal.

The man really wants to knock on this stupid girl's elm head, your business, can Dad care?

The man was a little sad.

The girl looked "shocked" and said: "Hey, why is there an extra piece of braised pork at the bottom of the bowl, alas, I have run out of shares today, so I'll give you something to eat?"

The man didn't have to turn his head to look, he could feel the stupid girl's lame acting skills, and said helplessly: "Forget it, you can eat it, Dad just thought you only ate a piece of braised pork today." Remember to strike in the afternoon, don't be lazy. ”

This time, the girl's gratitude was not faked at all, "Dad, you are so good!"

The man smiled angrily: "It's braised pork." ”

The girl lowered her head, took a bite of rice, and said softly, "Daddy is good." ”

The man stiffened his face, and finally held back a smile, thought about it, and felt that it was better to have a girl.

A voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "Dad, can you eat another piece at night? Two pieces and three pieces, it's about the same, right? Dad, if you don't speak, I should agree?"

The girl ran away with lightning speed.

The last sentence was said by the girl when she had already run away.

The man rubbed his cheeks and said to himself, "My family Xiuxiu takes food as the sky. ”

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After Chen Ping'an walked through the streets and alleys to deliver the letter, he bought a breakfast and sent it to Miss Ning in Mud Bottle Lane, and then began to decoct the medicine familiarly.

Ning Yao wore a brand-new dark green robe today, clean and neat, she was already heroic, this outfit, plus a long knife at her waist, was more noble than the rich children on Taoye Lane on Fulu Street.

Ning Yao hesitated for a moment, "For now, if you really want to study that mountain-shaking book, before learning boxing, you have to do three things first, standing on the pile, walking on the pile and sleeping on the pile, and the last thing is more about the accumulation of tricks and the flow of breath, it is difficult to describe it in words, not to mention it." Anyway, the first two things, you don't need to think too much about the talent roots, you honestly follow the posture drawn on the boxing book, and stick to it for a long time, it will be useful after all, even if it can't make you enter the house in the martial arts, but it is not impossible to strengthen your body and prolong your life. ”

Chen Ping'an said one of his thoughts, "Is it okay to practice walking piles in the stream?"

Ning Yao nodded, "Of course." Knee-high exercises, then waist-to-waist, and finally neck-to-neck. ”

Chen Ping'an followed her words and asked, "Didn't the whole person be in the water in the end?"

Ning Yao sneered: "What, do you want to practice holding your breath underwater, and then practice a thousand-year-old king and eighty-thousand-year-old turtle?"

Chen Ping'an was stunned and didn't speak.

Ning Yao thought for a moment, "Come, I'll show you how to walk the pile." Look closely!"

Ning Yao asked Chen Ping'an to move the table away, and then took six steps forward, the pace was three small and three, and when she stepped on the last step heavily, the mud floor of the whole house seemed to emit a dull vibration.

The girl did it in one go.

It seems to be an understatement, but its implementation is cloudy and smooth, giving the straw sandal boy a feeling of indescribability.

Like a waterfall cascading straight down, it is justified, and it contains great strength. It is like a leaf that rotates in a stream, and it is as gentle as it should be.

Everything is right, but Chen Ping'an just knows it, but he doesn't know why.

Seeing the young man's blank expression, Ning Yao withdrew to his original position and demonstrated it again.

Ning Yao stood still, turned his head and asked, "Do you understand?"

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath and tried it.

Wobbling like a drunken drunkard.

Chen Ping'an stood in place, scratching his head, obviously he himself felt a little uncomfortable.

Ning Yao's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "Come again!"

After three times, Chen Ping'an had improved slightly, but Ning Yao's face was already gloomy as if it was about to go to a rainstorm.

She couldn't imagine how there could be a stupid person like Chen Ping'an in the world, who practiced martial arts so unsavagedly and had such bad talent!

No way.

Ning Yao is a person who has stood at the very high place of kendo since he was a child, and his background, roots, talent, and vision are all the same.

Therefore, the girl could not understand how those people climbed the mountain step by step at the foot of the mountain, which was 108,000 miles away from her, and she would not understand why those people staggered.

In the end, the girl really had no choice, for fear that she would pull out a knife and cut someone, so she had an idea, patted the straw sandals boy on the shoulder, and reluctantly comforted: "Chen Ping'an, read a hundred times and see its righteousness, and practice martial arts is the same reason, practice boxing tens of thousands of times, and if you can't get out of the taste, then hundreds of thousands, one million! You go and pick up your stones, the stupid bird flies first, don't be discouraged, take your time, and practice this pile over and over again in the stream." ”

Chen Ping'an thought about it, this is really the truth.

I heard Song Jixin say a sentence before, which is similar to Miss Ning's "read a hundred times", which is called reading more than 10,000 volumes, and writing is like a god.

However, the young man felt that it was more reasonable, or the tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands that Miss Ning said were not enough, so practice a million times.

Chen Ping'an ran out of Mud Bottle Alley with a smile, silently reciting the three primary three along the way, imitating Ning Yao's walking posture according to his memory.

In his heart, the straw sandals boy told himself the "truth" that after practicing a million times, he might be able to practice boxing.

Therefore, the practice of this "Shaking Mountain Spectrum" started one million times, and after that, he Chen Ping'an was qualified to talk about other things.

Ning Yao sat alone on the threshold and said to himself, "Why do you feel like you've dug a big hole?