In a grass hall book house without a plaque in the township school, the middle-aged Confucian scholar Qi Jingchun is sitting and playing music, which is not a famous game that has been passed down through the ages, nor is it a review of the battle between national players in the chess world.

He was about to drop a white piece on the chessboard, sighed, there was already a fixed number of chess pieces to take root, the Confucian suddenly began to move, after he withdrew his hand, the chess pieces were still hovering in the air, still an inch high from the chessboard.

Qi Jingchun is still sitting upright, as a contemporary sage in charge of sitting here, one of the seventy-two Confucian academies, and the former master of the Mountain Cliff Academy, even if he is degraded to this point of meritorious service, Qi Jingchun is still a well-deserved Confucian.

For the ordinary people of the town, the grass and trees are one year old and one withered, the spring and autumn of Jiazi are fleeting, Mr. Teaching has changed several times, the appearance is different, the age is different, only the indescribable reading temperament, the same, old-fashioned, harsh, silent, in short, are very boring and boring, and no one thought that those few people who came and went to teach in the township school, in fact, it was the same person, not only that, in the vast world outside the town, Mr. Qi, who lived in a simple place, once had a transcendent lofty status, and also had the supreme supernatural power of righteousness。

The next moment, Qi Jingchun traveled out of his body, like an immortal in snow-white clothes, who instantly broke free from the cage of his body and went to an alley in the town.

Qi Jingchun came to the alley in an instant, and he first went to see the woman who fell in a pool of blood, Cai Jinjian of Yunxia Mountain, the three souls and seven spirits swayed and dissipated, like a candle in the wind.

After Qi Jingchun stayed for a while, he finally came to the two of them.

The young city lord of the old Dragon City with high crowns and big sleeves, his body leaned back a little, he was stunned, and his handsome face with skin like jade had a complicated expression, intertwined with shock, doubt and despair.

The young man maintained the sharp posture of jumping high and slaughtering forward, holding a piece of porcelain as sharp as a blade in his left hand, even at this critical moment between life and death, the young man whose body was vacated was still resolute in his eyes and his face was calm, not at all like an ignorant teenager who was born in a small house in an alley and grew up in the mountains. Probably the only thing left that matches the identity of a teenager is the helplessness hidden in the depths of his eyes. For this kind of helplessness, people who have been studying in the study and academy for many years are no strangers, just like looking at a farmer who depends on the sky for food, squatting on the dry and cracked barren ridges in the dry season, looking up at the scorching sun, in fact, there will be no heart-rending emotions, but only deep helplessness and confusion.

As the temporary master of a heaven and earth, Qi Jingchun certainly knows the ins and outs of Chen Ping'an's family of three, and even goes back a hundred years and thousands of years, even if he has not seen the ancestors of the young man with his own eyes, he can roughly deduce and evolve. The reason is very simple, just like the county lord of the county government, if you really want to see the life history of the people under your rule, you only need to go to the household registration house and check the files, which is clear at a glance.

After more than 3,000 years of reproduction and development, the branches and leaves spread outside the town, intertwined roots, because each generation has a few amazing and brilliant characters, although they can't return to their hometowns, but they can feed back to the family through secret channels, and finally create the most prosperous four surnames and ten clans in the town today.

Chen Ping'an's family has a long history, and the ancestors have also soared and flourished, and it is very generous, but after two ups and downs, in the Dongbao Aquarius, where there are countless feudal kingdoms and dynasties, it gradually fell silent and decayed, giving way to other surnames There is no possibility for the family to recover.

After Qi Jingchun came here to preside over the operation of the big array, for more than 60 years, he adhered to the four-character teacher training of "Founder and Peace", and never changed the fate of the people in the town without authorization based on personal likes and dislikes. Otherwise, in the eyes of this scholar who was also jealous and hateful, there was too much filth in the big families in the small towns, and there were too many poor people in the small alleys, but after Qi Jingchun watched from the sidelines, he saw that the big mansions also had their futility and helplessness, and the small families also had their extreme ferocity. Over time, Qi Jingchun is like a statue of a god on the top, neither enjoying incense nor accepting favors, but just sitting upright with his hands upright, ignoring the world.

Qi Jingchun was slightly surprised, took a step forward, looked fixedly, and nodded slightly, it turned out that the poor young man with such momentum as a rainbow seemed to be inevitable for this killing, and he would never give up if he didn't kill Fu Nanhua, but in fact, according to the current posture, in the end, the young man just smashed his wrist on Fu Nanhua's neck, which was much better than Cai Jinjian's fate. Fu Nanhua should have been hit hard, and the whole person fell sideways to the wall, and then the young man grabbed his neck with one hand and pressed his abdomen with a porcelain piece with the other.

Qi Jingchun was a little curious, why didn't the young man kill the killer this time, a great opportunity, fleeting, and endless troubles. Qi Jingchun is a mellow Confucian, abiding by etiquette, but he will not stick to dogma, not the kind of pedantic and sour Confucian who only shakes his head and drops his bookcase. He is very familiar with Fu Nanhua and his ilk, whether it is qualifications or temperament, even if in today's alley, he is threatened by the teenager to give up revenge temporarily, but this matter will definitely be a shame that the young man has only seen in his life, and it is not an exaggeration to go up to the Dao Heart Demon, and when the time comes, it is not Fu Nanhua himself who will have to deal with the young man, but the entire Old Dragon City, the lord of the South China Sea.

The reason why Qi Jingchun came here to prevent the teenager from killing people continuously was because he had a certain amount of selfishness, but also for the sake of justice. Now the town is like a cracked porcelain, sooner or later it will burst open, Qi Jingchun must delay this unstoppable process, try to arrange a retreat for more people, it is best to be able to hand over to the blacksmith "Ruan Shi" safely, survive the last Jiazi time, you can barely everyone happy, the people on the mountain have the opportunity, the people under the mountain have to be stable, you must know the consistency of the vast majority of the former, every time the road collapses, the old and the new alternate, the opportunity arises, When immortality is expected, what is the life and death of hundreds of thousands of ants at the foot of the mountain?!

The ruthlessness of the heavenly family of the secular dynasty is really nothing compared to the selflessness of the Great Dao admired by many monks.

Qi Jingchun pondered for a moment and quietly disappeared.

Heaven and earth move smoothly and unhindered.

Before the end, quietly shattered.

The young man's wrist "finally" slammed on Fu Nanhua's neck, the latter's head shook, and he fell sideways to the alley wall, and was smashed by the huge force.

Fu Nanhua didn't stand up straight against the wall, and the young man's elbow hit him so much that he almost vomited bitter water, and his body instinctively bent up.

The young man grabbed Fu Nanhua's neck with one hand, and pressed the porcelain piece against the abdomen of the high-crowned boy brother with the other.

It was hard for Fu Nanhua to imagine why the thin young man who was a head shorter than himself had such a huge strength in his five fingers, especially the sharpness and coldness of the porcelain piece on his abdomen, which made the young city lord of the old Dragon City feel the approach of death again, and the separation between a line was the separation between yin and yang.

Of course, Fu Nanhua would not know that a young child who needed to travel all over the mountains and fields to find herbs at a young age was so amazing because of an obsession stronger than his own survival.

When the boy accidentally ingested herbs and rolled on the ground in the alley, that kind of obsession could even make a child who was supposed to study in the village school think that he would crawl and crawl home, and put the bamboo basket of life-saving herbs home.

After that, chopping wood and burning charcoal, burning porcelain and drawing blanks, digging mud and tasting soil, etc., there is nothing that does not need to test the physical strength and endurance of the young man.

Outside the town, Fu Nanhua casually cast a little immortal magic, and he was able to crush a hundred or a thousand teenagers wantonly, but choosing to face life and death in the town was really good luck at the end, and he kicked the iron plate.

Fu Nanhua was carried away by the double blow of severe pain and shame, and said with a hideous face: "If you kill me, you will be a dead end! If you don't kill me, you will still be unable to escape death! Little bastard, you are doomed to death after all!"

Chen Ping'an raised his head slightly, stared at the man with a crazy look on his face, and said: "You know, I don't want to kill you, I have no grievances with you, but you want to harm me, so I fought back." ”

Fu Nanhua smiled and said, "Little bastard, you also deserve to reason with me Fu Nanhua?!"

He tried his best to accentuate his tone and said, "Are you worthy?!"

Chen Ping'an was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you have to kill me?"

When Fu Nanhua saw the dark young man's eyes, he suddenly calmed down.

Fu Nanhua, who was choked by the neck, was full of redness, and soon turned blue and purple again, in fact, the strength of the young man's five fingers did not increase, but it was enough for a young man to suffocate to death.

Fu Nanhua said with difficulty: "I said I won't kill you, do you believe it?"

He struggled violently.

But the boy increased his force almost at the same time, causing one of Fu Nanhua's five fingers to droop slightly.

Chen Ping'an shook his head.

Fu Nanhua became more and more dizzy, although he wanted to slap the bastard's head in his heart, but he still tried his best to be pleasant on the surface, and added, "What if I swear to God? People like us can't swear casually." ”

Fu Nanhua played a scheming, the Buddhists made a big wish, and the monk swore in his heart, it does have great binding force, but it is obvious that Fu Nanhua only said half of the truth, even if he swears, he will only swear on his lips, not "do not set up words, but it is tantamount to the heart wall of the carved Dan room" heavy heart oath, so whether to abide by it afterwards or not, only depends on the mood. Moreover, the vow of a cultivator is not without a way to break it, and the price is just a matter of size. In general, the size of the price is absolutely related to the level of the monk's realm and the severity of the content of the vow.

Unexpectedly, the straw sandals boy still shook his head.

Fu Nanhua, who was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, had lost his bargaining spirit, and was in a trance for no reason.

Are you going to die?

It's the same as Cai Jinjian's poor worm, or did he die at the hands of a little?

So when this bad news is transmitted back to Old Dragon City, will it become a joke in the whole city?

He didn't even have a chance to reach out and trigger the hidden mechanism of the jade belt around his waist, the white jade belt around his waist was actually a remnant of the spirit of the genus of the Earth Jiao,

"That's it. ”

A heavenly voice sounded in the ears of the two people, which was equivalent to the sound of heaven for Fu Nanhua, but he happened to faint, not sure if it was his hallucination.

Chen Ping'an turned his head in astonishment.

As a result, I saw a shiny and ethereal Mr. Qi.

The latter smiled silently.

Chen Ping'an's eyes returned to tenacity, and the five fingers of his right hand never let go.

Qi Jingchun did not have the annoyance of being treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, nor did he seem to be relieved to see a pair of manufacturable materials, but just waved his sleeves lightly towards the straw sandals boy, as if he had "fished" an item into his hand.

The Confucian sage spread out his palms and looked at it, and smiled dumbly.

A mess of filth like ink.

It turned out that the heart that someone planted in the teenager was dim and clearly long gone.

Looking up at the young Chen Ping'an again, Qi Jingchun was a little regretful, and said with emotion: "No wonder Mr. said that those who have achieved things in the world are only secondary, and perseverance is the first priority." Chen Ping'an, you taught me another lesson for Mr. It's a pity that I, Qi Jingchun, no longer have the opportunity to accept closed disciples. ”