Sword of Coming Chapter 60

Under the authority of the archway.

Chen chatted about many anecdotes in the north and south of the country. Zhengyangshan's little girl listened with gusto and said: “Sister, you know so much.”

Chen smiled and said: "When you grow up, you will know a lot of things."

Song's salary is half-truth and false: “I usually get along with you, I feel that you are quite normal.”

The woman's long eyebrows were slightly picked up and asked: “What do you mean by saying that in front of your big king, Song Chang's mirror, you must lower your eyebrows and squint your eyes?”

Song raised his salary and laughed. He pointed his finger at Chen. "The number of girls you talked to, if you were heard by Mr. Qi, who was learned by our town, he would definitely frown. You know, you are not This is very unreasonable. It seems quite reasonable to hear it. In fact, I can't stand the scrutiny. What I really mean is that you don't have to be flattering to Song Changjing, and it shouldn't be like this, but he is good at Song Changjing. The biggest local snake in Daxie is still the premier martial arts master? You as an outsider, as a foreigner, a little polite to the owner of a house, shouldn't it be? Why do you have a stinky face, you I said that it was installed, and when I was finished, I was half-dead by Song Changjing. I dared to speak in front of him. I really don't know how to say hello."

In the end, Song's salary refers to himself, and he laughs at himself: “Even people who are so bad-hearted, I also know how to judge the situation and watch the dishes.”

Chen hesitated for a moment and said: "It is a kind of repudiation. I am also a martial artist. For your Wufu of Dongbao Pingzhou, I honestly said that it has not been particularly affordable. Of course, I finally proved that I was wrong. wrong."

Song's salary was surprised: “You are real enough.”

Chen said to the light: "The martial arts people, do not recognize the fist, can recognize what."

Song salary suddenly asked a sharp question, "You guys who come to the town to find treasures, it seems that the reason is not the same as we think. Is it because your fists are hard?"

Chen shook his head and smiled: "I don't need to explain anything at all. As long as you walk out of the town, you will soon become a person like us. When you step on the road of practice, you will naturally understand, otherwise I will break. Mouth, you don't understand."

Song collected salary and said: "It is boring to become someone like you."

The little girl snored and said: "Then go to Zhengyangshan to play, it can be interesting."

Song's salary touched her little head and said carelessly: “Okay.”

Chen turned his head and looked at it, and some instincts were nervous.

I saw the big robes of the white robe jade belt standing on the side of the archway and said to the Song salary set: "Return to the mud bottle lane to clean up and prepare to leave."

Song's salary smiled and said: “Well, you have to leave your hometown.”

The little girl was reluctant to ask, "I am leaving my hometown with a well,"

Song set salary, haha ​​smiled, got up and said: "Go, first send you back to the Li family, this is called the beginning and the end."

Song salary led the little girl to the door of the bureau, and turned to ask: "Does there be no assassin on this Fulu street outside the door?"

Song Changjing smiled and said: "This has to ask your neighbors."

Song collected a grin, turned and looked at the sky, the clouds gathered, a little raining signs.

His mood suddenly became very poor.

After sending Zhengyangshan Taozi back, Song's salary was surprised to find that Song Changjing was standing under the son and grandson. He walked quickly and curiously asked, “Would you leave so urgently?”

Song Changjing nodded: "There is a temporary message, there is something outside, you need to solve it yourself, so take the carriage directly to Mud Lane, and pack up and leave."

Song set up and looked up, and sure enough, there were three carriages parked outside the entrance. This should be the first time that a teenager was riding a carriage.

Song collected the salary and stooped into the carriage of the frontmost carriage. Song Changjing followed closely and sat cross-legged.

Song's salary is looking around, empty, and only the straw tuft under his ass, there is no imaginative extravagant style, and it will not give people a stunning view. This made Song's salary a bit disappointing. The teenager was still looking forward to seeing the surprise of the child.

The dense horseshoes on the bluestone streets, the tick ticks to make a crisp sound, and the three carriages drove out of Fulu Street.

Song Changjing picked up the curtain and looked at the scene of the town outside the window. From now on, the Dahao Dynasty will completely lose the nominal control of this small hole.

However, conversely, since the founding of the country, it has been relying on the huge benefits brought by this small hole, and it has gradually changed from a small separatist force that has become a big one to the largest secular dynasty in northern Baoguozhou. one.

Thousands of miles in the mountains.

I am afraid I will only find it in the secret history of the Dalat Palace.

Song Changjing put away his thoughts and asked casually: "Don't you talk to Chen Pingdao?"

After driving out of Fu Lu Street, the road was not smooth. Song collected his body and began to shake gently with the carriage. He shook his head and said: "Whether the guy can survive, it is hard to say that he will wait until a body is sick. He is safe. No, no, no, no, even a good friend is dead. Now, is it because of my neighbor, to deal with him?"

Song Changjing snorted.

Song set salary asked: "The little girl in Zhengyang Mountain mentioned a person, called Ma Xiu Xuan, is apricot flower alley, almost the same age as me, as if he offered a bag for raising money, put Chen Ping and the girl's The hiding place was sold to Zhengyang Mountain. Do you know what the origin of this guy is? I only heard that it was a fool before, and I never wanted to hide it so deeply."

Song Changjing thought for a moment, "The assassin who had lurked in the Song family before, stabbed the big prince in the riding dragon lane. It has already been found a little clue, which involved the boy named Ma Kuixuan. In those years, that name The assassin from the criminals, in private, has been in contact with Ma Bianxuan many times. It may be a mentoring relationship. Now Zhenwushan can only be put on hold for a while, after all, there are many real-powered children in the army. The official position is not low."

Song's salary smiled and said: “Uncle, do you also say 'only'?”

Song Changjing did not think that: "Whoever has the king has a big end, the **** is a big king."

When the carriage was near Mud Lane, Song's salary was intentionally and unintentionally: “Chen Pingan, is it really just Chen Ping?”

Song Changjing laughed dumbly. "Before letting you move to the mud bottle lane, the squad has thoroughly checked it out. Chen Pingan has his family ancestors for the 18th generation. It is very clear, no problem, and the words of wealth and power. No, what is the Chen pair scared you? Rest assured, the king has roughly guessed her identity, and her Chen's family, who stayed in the town with Chen's ancestors, has no origin. So relax your heart, Chen Pingan is just Chen Pingan. It is the Chen of the Longwei County where Chen Songfeng is, but you think about it, are relatives who have not been in contact for hundreds of years, still relatives? Moreover, the town of Chen, this branch, has fallen to the point that there is only one person who is not a slave. The poor are in the downtown no one asks, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains. You read some books, even this reason does not understand? ”

Song's salary is still not dead. "The 18th generation before the 18th generation of the ancestors? Didn't there be a big man who was amazing? No one?"

Song Changjing smiled and said: "Is it true that you hope that Chen Ping's life is special?"

Song's salary did not hide his thoughts and nodded: “If he is different from ordinary people, I will feel better in my heart.”

Song Changjing became more curious and joked: "How did the guy bully you, so that you are so obsessed? But according to my understanding of the boy, it is not like..."

Song's salary sneered and interrupted the words of Da Yu Wang. “The people in small places may not have high visions, and their eyes will be shallow, but they must not feel that they are stupid. Good and good heart is simple and good, bad. It will also be bad for the sore on the soles of the feet, and some people will be stupid and helpless, even stupid and bad."

Song Changjing is even more puzzled. "Which kind of Chen Ping?"

Song set a sigh and angrily said: "He doesn't count which one is really a fool, so I feel particularly wrong."

Ning Yaoxuan looked at Chen Ping's sleeping face carefully in front of the bench, and his heart was full of shock.

These magical powers are wonderful.

Chen Ping's strange sleeping position makes the teenager from head to toe, revealing a return to the true meaning.

Although Ning Yao is unclear, the girl is born with a keen instinct for the quality of a magical technique.

Ning Yao turned to curiosity and asked: "You are the leader of Chen Pingan's practice?"

The old man squats, **** the dry smoke, **** his legs, looks out to the dark rain curtain outside the house, smiles: "Exercises? This is practiced? How, now, outside the world, there is another guy who is qualified to teach the ancestors?" It's just like the world's winds, the roads of the roads are not as good as one year. It's not a vegetarian. If you've been awkward, you can't go on this road. Never allow outsiders to take a share."

Ning Yao is confused, "Yang old predecessor, what are you talking about?"

The old man groaned. "Have your parents told you about the old accounts of old antiques?"

Ning Yao shook his head. "My grandfather's generation has gone early. My mother-in-law does not like to tell other stories about the world. I am afraid that I will leave home."

Yang old man turned his head and looked at it. He carefully looked at the girl and finally came up with a sentence. "How many words are there on the wall?"

Ning Yao replied honestly: "My grandfather's generation had a lot of heroes, so within a short period of 100 years, two new words were engraved, and now they are eighteen words."

The old man said: "There have been eighteen words. Dao Fa, Hao Ran, Xi Tian, ​​after six characters, what more?"

Ning Yao Shen said: "Lei pool is four words, and the sword is long and four words, Qi, Chen, Dong."

Yang Laotou frowned and asked: "Little girl, there is still a word left, are you eating?"

Ning Yao did not have a good air: "Forgot!"

The old man did not break the casserole and asked the question. He changed the question: "I still have the old rules. Every time I kill a flying demon, I am qualified to engrave the word on the Great Wall?"

Ning Yao frowned: "Why do you know the situation in my hometown?"

The old man smiled and said: "A long time ago, there was a foreign sword repair, a habit of writing travel notes, all the way to the customs, all written by him, and finally died near our town, I took the thick travel notes back, Turn it over when there is nothing."

Ning Yao doubts the authenticity of this statement.

The old man seems to have his eyes on his back. "Believe it or not."

Ning Yao observes the state of Chen Pingan. It is a bit like a Taoist or a Buddhist meditation. He asked, "What happened to him?"

Yang old man slowly said: "Small death."

People sleep for a small death.

Ning Yao has some helplessness. Yang Jiapu, the old man, is either irritating or quirky.

The old man said to himself: "Little girl, I ask you, when a person is silent in his heart, the so-called heart, who is the voice of the people."

Ning Yao stunned and fell into meditation.

Soon, she naturally closed her eyes and then fell asleep. Finally, she suddenly slammed her head and slept.

Yang Laotou stood up, bypassed the girl, came to the young man, pointed to Ning Yao with a tobacco rod, and said to the boy: "Awkward people, a little bit, a few words, you can break through the situation, then take a look You, the fart is not yet, you like it, who are you talking to, how many years have you been fighting, how happy are you guys?"

Yang old man returned to sit in his seat and looked at the rain curtain that gradually grew outside the house. The sudden rain hit the floor on the floor of the courtyard. The old man squeaked and the old man looked sad. "So many years have passed, pick and choose, find so many people." I never thought that it was the least hopeful one, and the hardest life."

A dry, thin and thin child carrying a large backed wild vegetable, with seven or eight small fishes in his dog's tail, walked in the lane, and after the child opened his own door, he just walked into the yard, next door. Immediately, there was a young man wearing a satin shirt, stepping on a stool, and then climbing up the wall of the high wall, squatting there, completely ignoring the dirty clothes, and laughing: "Hey, surnamed Chen, and went down the mountain. Water graze? You rely on mountains to eat mountains and water to eat water, it is not small, can you take me to play with you in the future? I reward you with copper coins?"

The dry skinny child smiled. "No need to give money."

The little boy who is full of wealth and screams: "Don't pull down, I am not happy to go."

The child took the small fish off the dog's tail grass. The big one was as long as the slap, but the small but the length of the thumb. The child picked up the heel and put it on the window sill. It can be eaten without drying. You don't have to open your stomach and squeeze out the internal organs. It's not that children are afraid of trouble, because if they do, there will be no more than two meats. Anyway, it tastes crisp and very fragrant.

After the little son on the wall of the courtyard finished speaking, he actually regretted it. In fact, he always admired his neighbors. He didn't empty his hands every time. The hare was muddy, and the wild fish and fruit were so strong that he was very excited. It's not a mouthful, it's just a blind eye, but he's not willing to change his mouth if he's strong, and he's a little unhappy when he sees the movement of the surname Chen next door, light and carefree.

You said that you are safe, you can't open the pot every day, sleep a broken house with eight sides leaking, and you can't even eat a bunch of candied fruit in a year. Are you still happy?

The little son named Song's salary on the wall is completely incomprehensible.

One day, the child who can only live in the mud bottle lane when he is worried about food and clothing, when he returns home, his nose and face are swollen and covered with mud.

The girl who had just made him a close-knit niece asked him what happened. Song did not say anything about his life. After returning to his house, he closed the door and lay in bed.

He quarreled with people today and even fought. There are some vicious words, and now I still linger on my ears, let this self-respecting child feel like a knife, and her face is sometimes sad and sometimes embarrassing.

"You are not a bit stinky? What kind of strength is it? You are not as good as Chen Pingan. Although people are dead, they know who their mother is. Do you know who your mother is?"

The child surnamed Song, who turned over and over in bed, could not sleep.

The next day, the child did not chat with his neighbors on the wall as usual, but went to the door of Chen Ping's house.

After he said a word with Chen Ping, it was not long before Chen Pingan left the town and violated the vows promised by his mother when he died. He went to Longya as an apprentice at a young age.

There was a figure, sneaking and standing on the back door of the shop. After Yang's glimpse, he did not say anything, but turned around and abandoned his eyes.

The figure was particularly hurt after seeing the action of the old man.

What hurt him even more was a woman who should call her a scorpion. She held an umbrella in one hand and pushed his head in one hand. She strode to the back of the backyard. After seeing the old man, she would immediately open the door and shout.

Yang Laotou sighed and quickly got up and walked out of the house, closed the door, stood on the steps, and looked at the woman who had set up a teacher to ask for sin. The old man's interest in smoking the smoke was gone.

The woman stopped her foot and sighed with one hand: "Dry, what about your thief?! Yang Laotou, you are the master of my family, how do you do these wicked things? Li Er is doing a good job, You let him roll out and roll it out? Yang Jiapu is you driving? Ah? Li Er is sleeping with his teacher, or is he sleeping with his master's niece?!"

The man who was blocked from the street, shrinking his neck, hiding behind the back door, could not wait to dig a hole to bury himself.

What kind of temper is Master, and what is his virtue in Li Er's wife, how could he not know, so he felt that he would have to lose his layer of skin this time.

Yang Lao's face is expressionless. “I'm finished? When I'm done, I go home and call it spring. I heard that the westernmost cat in the town is crying. It's not broken in the end of the year. It's called the night during the day. Many people have moved to the house... ..."

The woman seems to be said to be sad, and the voice is rising again. "Old things that don't die, you are still embarrassed to say that you are going home! Your apprentice has no camp life, and you know that you are wandering around the world. The roof of the house collapsed two days ago. I couldn't get the money from the seams, so I had to go back to my mother's house with Jinshan Yinshan and I was bullied! If Li Er did not drive you out of the shop, would our family of four be so miserable? The old man, hurry out of the coffin, and repair the house for the family, or else I will not finish with you today!"

The old man looked coldly at the man who was hiding and hiding, Zheng Dafeng.

Zheng Dafeng cried and said: "Master, Li Er, according to your old command, to do that thing, I will definitely not come back for a while."

The old man's face is gloomy.

Zheng Dafeng has the heart of the hoe.

The woman lost her oil-paper umbrella and sat down on the rain, crying. "The old things that don't die, like the ash, even the apprentice's wife is not let go."

The old man moved to the next small bench in the eaves, sat down slowly, took out the tobacco from the waist bag, crushed it into a pipe, picked up the dry smoke, looked up at the sky, and ignored the woman.

Zheng Dafeng saw that the woman was splashing and rolling in the yard. Under such a heavy rain, the woman was a well-bred and full-bodied figure, and the clothes were thin, so that Yang Jiapu had a lot of work to join in the fun, one by one, and the eyes were full.

The woman cried in tears, but she suddenly stopped, as if she had rubbed her neck. After she blinked, she quickly got up and took the paper umbrella and ran away.

The woman yelled as she ran: "There are ghosts!"

The old man pulled his mouth and said: "The mouse on the fragrant table is stunned."

Chapter end