School has started, which is a very painful and depressing thing for every year.

And the groups of little calves who were crazy during the winter vacation were cleaned up by the homeroom teachers of each class, and those who were unwilling to accept their hearts had to go to class and read books honestly.

Ping An felt that he had really grown up, in the past, he loved to make small moves in class, liked to pull the hair of the girls in the front row, pasted the note with the turtle on the back of the male classmate, and secretly ran out of the back door while the teacher was not paying attention.

Playing in circles, hitting birds with slingshots, shooting pieces of paper, throwing sandbags, climbing trees and digging birds' nests, snatching girls' skipping ropes, and even teaming up with a few like-minded bear children to bully unpleasant classmates.

But now, Ping An thinks these games are boring and naïve. Taking advantage of the lunch break between classes, he came to a hillside behind the teaching building, and watched his former friends bullying a boy in the playground.

It's fun to do business with his mother, it's fun, it's money-making, and it's delicious, because he now misses the glutinous rice and pork knuckle rice in the county, the fragrant meat buns, twist candy, and flower rolls......

It's a pity that all his private money was exchanged for golden beans, otherwise it would be good to have a bottle of Jinwei yogurt to drink.

"At this time, my mother should have finished delivering pork and sat at my second aunt's house to count today's income, right?" Ping'an thought boredly, and a bear child with a tiger head and a tiger head about a few years old ran to him like a wind, holding his hand and wanting to run down the slope.

His name is Tailed Lion, and he is from the same town as Ping'an, and the tail means that he likes to run behind others, and because of the ferocity of the fight, like a lion broadcast on TV, hence the name.

This nickname was given to him by Ping An, and he is often proud of it, but in fact, his name is Li Xiaowei.

"What are you doing?" Ping'an sat on the grass and didn't move.

"Wang Du snatched the bow and arrow of Liu Jiang next door and asked us to go to the forest to shoot birds together. Li Xiaowei panted, another child who had been destroyed outside the Ping'an.

"Don't go. ”

Ping An refused, so he was not interested in going bird hunting with this group of guys, can a bird make money?

"Why do you want to go? Bird shooting is fun, you can bake and eat. ”

Ping An rolled his eyes and said neatly: "It's not fun to shoot birds, birds are not delicious, and it's not right to hurt small animals." ”

"What's so fun, you tell me, I'll play with you. In his mind, as long as he follows Ping'an, he never worries about being caught by people after committing a crime, whether it is stealing pears in someone's backyard, or bullying male classmates, or pit the beautiful teacher who teaches them sports, he has never been punished.

At this time, when I heard Ping An's tone, I thought that Ping An had a new way to play, and his eyes were shining.

Ping An sighed softly, looking at Li Xiaowei with an expectant face, he felt like his IQ was crushed, and said very lonely: "It's fun to make money, if you have money, you can buy anything." ”

I miss the rich days.

Li Xiaowei was stunned, the word was too far away for him, and he still went to shoot his bird.

"It seems boring when I grow up. Looking at Li Xiaowei who was embarrassed, Ping An sighed softly again, patted his butt and walked down the hill, and walked into a mountain forest near the school.

Rather than digging birds' nests and hunting sparrows with bears and children, Ping An now prefers to play with the trees and grass in the mountains.

I don't know if the golden gourd gives him too much vitality, or if his thinking has become too sharp, as long as others walk into the mountains and forests, feel it carefully, they can clearly perceive that every tree, every grass, and every flower around them exudes a very subtle aura.

These breaths, spiritual, like life, are inhaled deep into the lungs and can make the mind clear and the body and mind happy.

Although the spirituality exuded by the plants and trees in the mountains and forests could not be transformed by the aura given to him by the golden gourd, it also made Ping An indulge in it.

As long as he is free, whether it is a lunch break between classes or after school, he will secretly go into the mountains and forests by himself and enjoy this wonderful feeling. Because he has fallen in love with the sensation that can make subtle changes in the body.

Even Ping An has an intuition that when these spirits completely change their bodies, it seems that he can break the gravitational pull of the earth like a bird and fly among the white clouds in the sky.

In order to achieve this goal, Ping An had to study hard.

Because after Hirai Tadashi suffered his big loss in the hospital, he always grabbed his pigtails intentionally or unintentionally, and had quietly prepared a small stick to hide under the bed.

So every day, Ping An consciously gets up, washes his face and brushes his teeth, and then eats and goes to school.

After finishing his homework after school, he took the initiative to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and finally handed over the completed homework to Ping Zhongjing for inspection.

In the middle of this, Ping Tadashi sat in his small rocking chair with a cigarette in his mouth every time, like an overseer, ready to catch him if he made a mistake.

It's a pity that a star has passed, a month has passed, and Ping An has not given him a chance to play at all.

This made Ping Zhongjing very painful, he always felt that his son was too cunning, and he was secretly fighting wits and courage with him every day, and several times he had almost grasped Ping'an's mistakes, and was always solved perfectly by this kid, but let Ping'an seize the opportunity to run to the old lady to black, so that he lost face.

Feeling the majesty of his father, Ping Zhongjing was seriously provoked, and he wanted to fight back, fight back resolutely, and fight to the end against this son who is like a thief.

And learning is undoubtedly a good breakthrough, the results of wild bear children are usually very rubbish, which Ping Zhongjing deeply experienced when he was a child, and ate a lot of lessons from Grandpa Ping'an.

If it had been before, the Heitadai plan would have been perfect.

But after the peace of the golden gourd's two spiritual qi baptisms, it is now as easy to learn as it is for him to drink tea and eat. No, to be more precise, Ping An has become obsessed with reading, especially reading ancient poems and words, and is more interested.

Just like now, Ping'an is holding a copy of "Tang Poems and Song Poems" that his mother just bought for him from the county seat, with pinyin, and he is reading a song by the Song Dynasty lyricist Su Shi "Water Tune Song Head: When is the Bright Moon" under the faint light in the courtyard......

"When is the bright moon, ask for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace, ...... tonight. ”

Reading and reading, Ping An feels a little different, and there is always a strange feeling in my heart, as if something is about to move, wanting to break out of the shell?

By the way, it was the golden gourd in his head, which was about to move, and it actually exuded a faint brilliance in his sea of consciousness.

As soon as he stopped, the golden gourd light vanished.

Reading it again, the strange feeling hit again, and the golden gourd shines again.

"What's going on?"

Ping An held the book full of doubts, wondering if this "Tang Poems and Song Poems" is a secret to the inheritance of long-term inheritance?

Ping'an remembered that Grandpa Jin had a novel called "Lian Cheng Jue", which contained a powerful swordsmanship called "Tang Poetry Swordsmanship", and many martial arts masters died one by one for it, so he decided to try another Tang poem:

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be happy, don't use the gold bottle to the moon. I was born with what I am capable of, and my daughter will come back when I am gone......"

In an instant, Ping An felt as if his soul had been sublimated!

No, it was his consciousness that had been raised, and he felt that he had opened a wonderful window at once, mysterious and mysterious, especially when he read:

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require three hundred cups of drink. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop. Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me......"

"Boom!"

The golden gourd trembled violently in his mind, and Ping An felt as if something mysterious was about to burst out of his body, making him fascinated, as if the desert had been in drought for a long time, and a wonderful light shot at him from the golden gourd.

Ping An tried to grasp something, but the light seemed to pass through his fingers, difficult to grasp, but lingering, very real.

Can you read a book?

"It seems that the Chinese teacher really didn't bully me when I was young, there is really a golden house in the book, there are big beauties, and there are big truths. "Ping An feels that this is comparable to those breathing and refining qi in TV and movies, and it is still energetic to enter meditation, which actually makes him extremely happy both physically and mentally.

If the "Tang Poems and Song Ci" in his hand was not written on the People's Publishing House and the price of two yuan and four cents, Ping An would suspect that it was the kind of peerless secret that was lost in the legend.

Whoever cares, just take it as a martial arts secret and continue reading.

"In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned, but the dragon city will fly general, and Hu Ma will not be taught to ...... Yin Mountain."

Well.

What is the meaning of the Qin, Mingyue, and Han periods? Did the Red Army's 25,000-mile Long March actually begin more than 1,000 years ago?

Who is the Flying General?

Where is Yin Mountain?

No, let's look at the selection of texts first......

So repeatedly, and again, Ping'an doesn't know how many poems he has read, Tang poems and Song lyrics, his whole person has been intoxicated in it, greedily sucking all kinds of mysteries, completely unaware that with one ancient poem after another, the aura in his body, quietly accompanied by his reading, beating between his muscles and veins, like a cheerful fish swimming in the water, although chaotic and disorganized, but there is a magical mystical charm.

When Ping An finished reciting dozens of ancient poems in one go, he suddenly felt full of energy, and he had an inexhaustible energy, and there was a sense of rebirth.

"Could it be that once I became enlightened, I made great progress in my divine skills?" The more Ping An thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, thinking of the picture of the great devils in the movie who made great progress after retreating, Ping An looked up to the sky and laughed, his eyes looked around, and his eyes fell on the persimmon tree in the yard.

"Okay, I'll take you to try my invincible magic skills. "Ping An fart ran over, learned from a certain hero in the martial arts drama, Zama, inhaled, and then sank into the dantian, and the strength was carried in his fists, and he hit the thick persimmon tree of the bucket.

“o(╯□╰)o”

After a moment of "embarrassment", it was a heart-rending howl.

"Hemp, it seems that he still doesn't have enough skills, so go back to the house and sleep. ”