Sword of Coming Chapter 837

  Chunshan Academy, like Linlu Academy in Piyun Mountain, is an official academy of the Dayi court.

  The mountains are turbulent, the wind and smoke are clean, the river is surging, and the grass is lush.

  An old gentleman walked alone in the academy, dressed in a Confucian shirt, thin, with his hands folded, he walked outside a classroom taught by a master, stopped, and did not get 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 the Gao clan of the Sui Dynasty, it was renamed and became Chunshan Academy.

It is still the government-run academy of the Dali court. In fact, there was no controversy about this matter at the Dali Temple. Some officials from the Shanya Academy, all of the six branches, agreed to abandon it, and just maintain it properly, even if it is. The household officials who like the most careful calculations and who can be spit on the stars every day, all seconded this matter. In fact, at that time, Dali Wenwu felt that Shanya Academy's return to Dali was only a matter of time.

  In the end, it was a sentence from the national teacher Cui Yang, so he changed his name, and Chaotang had no objection.

  A teacher who does not need to teach for the time being and is responsible for visiting the academy. He is not too old. He met the old gentleman and asked with a smile: "Mr. Is this a visitor to the academy, or is it just a trip?"

  No matter how lenient the college is, there are still some rules.

  The old scholar smiled and said: "In life, you are all pedestrians. Passers-by do not need to ask their names. The sound of reading is my hometown."

  The young master laughed dumbly. Is this dragging him?

  The old scholar gave a cry, which is strange.

  It is reasonable to say that nowadays, all the big and small Confucian temples in Aquarius Island, from the capital to the local area, should re-hang their portraits. The young man in front of him, as a scholar of academy, has no reason not to recognize himself.

   By the way, most of them are the hanging statues in the Confucian Temple, failing to portray half of their appearance.

   Turned around and talked to the old drunkard with the title of painting saint, even if your painting skills are already superb, there is actually a chance to make further progress.

The young master of the academy reminded with a smile: “Old gentleman, it's okay to walk around. As long as you don't disturb the lectures of the teachers, and walk lightly, there will be no problem. Otherwise, the teachers who teach will have Opinion, I'm going to rush people."

The old scholar nodded and said in admiration, "Young people have a good temper, and their patience in teaching should not be bad. If you are good, you should say good and bad in advance, and you will also be reminded early. There is a good way to do things. See Weizhizhi, I see The atmosphere of your Chunshan Academy is not much different."

  The young master feels helpless, this old gentleman, is more... good as a teacher?

   But they are good things, and they are not annoying. It's just a little bit bigger.

The old man's Dali mandarin is not really authentic. Most of them are scholars from the vassal country. As he gets old, he still has to work hard. It is really not easy to come to the Beijing Academy, so the young master took the initiative to talk to the old man. After a few places where Chunshan Academy was victorious, the old scholar smiled and nodded in thanks, walked slowly to the window, and quietly listened to a question and answer between the lecturer and the students inside.

  The young master looked back, always feeling a bit familiar.

  The old man, with his hands folded, stood in the corridor, listening to the preaching of the teacher inside.

  Yomo noticed the sight of the young master, and the old man turned his head and smiled.

  The young master turned and left, shook his head, still did not remember seeing the old gentleman there.

The old scholar continued to listen to the master inside to clarify, um, very good. Today, the teacher used to teach the class. It was a young student from the Yang family in Lingbao County in his early years. He was annotating a book of his own. Now he is chatting in the room. , Is the content of the Dharma Xing, just said the phrase in the book, why is it that a gentleman is precious but cheap?

  Notes, collections of explanations, brief explanations, brief notes, and today's annotations...In fact, there were so many in the Haoran world back then, the so-called Xianxue, but so.

  Of course, it was later banned by the Confucian Temple, and now it has regained its ancestor status. Various annotation works have naturally revived... Forget it, this statement is a bit awkward, anyway, it is just like springing up like bamboo shoots and crucian carp across the river.

  When the teacher in the room was teaching the students, he seemed to be talking about his own understanding. He started to close his eyes, sit tightly, and read the full text of the Dhamma aloud.

  The old scholar lay on the window sill, lowered his voice, and smiled with a young scholar and asked, "Do you understand how your husband teaches the law?"

The young Confucian student had already discovered this old gentleman who was eavesdropping on the lecture, and this college student was obviously also audacious. While the lady of the lecture was still there, shaking his head, he grinned and said, “What's incomprehensible? The content of the Dharma chapter is very simple in text and meaning. On the contrary, it is the comments of those who have mastered scholarship and mastered Confucianism, which are deeper and farther."

  The young man nodded when he saw the old man's face full of approval.

  Then the old gentleman asked: "Do you think that Wen Sheng, wrote a book and said, where is the biggest problem?"

  The young scholar was stunned, and laughed angrily: "Old gentleman, this kind of question is so rebellious to ask, you dare to ask, as a college student, I dare not answer.

The predecessor of   Chunshan Academy, but Shanya Academy, one of Haoran's 72 Academy, the former master of the mountain, Mr. Qi, is also the direct biography of Wen Sheng. So, as a child of Chunshan Academy, saying this is not tantamount to apostasy, deceiving the master and destroying the ancestor?

The old man smiled and said: "Is there anything you dare to dare? Some people dare to say that the Six Classics note me, what are you afraid of. But I heard that your mountain leader advocates that you should guard against arrogance and partiality, and you should guard against narrow-mindedness in reading. If you want to avoid stale writing, you must express your own opinions and post what no one has done before. I think this is very good. How come to your side, I dare not even have any insights? I think the world's knowledge is all given After the sages of the Confucian Temple have finished speaking, we just need to endorse, not allow us to have our own opinions?"

The current mountain elder Wu Linzhuan has been tireless in learning since he was a child. He reads books immediately and is rigorous in his academic studies. He once served as a scholar in several states in Dali, and has been dealing with sages all his life. Although the academic rank is not low, in fact After resigning from office in his later years, he gave lectures at several government academies. It is said that during the period of prohibition of literary literacy, he worked hard to collect a large number of book editions and personally published engraving points. In the early days of the Dali Dynasty In the imperial examination reform, it was this person who first proposed that the imperial court must add economy, military equipment, and arithmetic.

The young Confucian student hesitated for a moment, hesitated, this one must be an old man who had no fruit in the imperial examinations and was depressed. Otherwise, there would be no such "big talk", but he really talked about the heart of the young Confucian student. So he mustered up the courage and whispered: "I think that literary sage is extremely knowledgeable, but he speaks more about etiquette and less benevolence, which is a bit wrong."

  The old man continued to ask: "Then what do you think should be done? Have you thought of a remedy?"

The young Confucian student looked shy, "When I was okay, I thought about it secretly. Of course, it must be very vulgar and biased. It is just the two masters of the master of the academy who lecture on Wensheng's works. Well, now this master is one of them, and he often takes care of himself. I walked in the academy and recite the writings of Wensheng repeatedly. I couldn't help but cry. The most respected Master Wensheng, I dare not take out the nonsense article."

  The teacher who had memorized the Dharma, saw the "absent-minded" student, muttering to the window, the master suddenly tapped the ruler, and uttered, "Zhou Jiagu!"

  The young scholar was dumbfounded. Not only did he catch the master by himself, the key is that the old gentleman outside the window was not righteous and suddenly disappeared.

   Zhou Jiagu stood up tremblingly.

   Then Zhou Jiagu found out the window, headed by the head of the academy, came a mighty group of old masters from the academy.

   Then, there was an old gentleman who had just shrunk his head and bend his knees before squatting on the wall outside the window to hide, and got up angrily.

  The old gentleman is really not thin-skinned, and he laughed and explained with Zhou Jiagu: “It's not going to stand for a long time, it's a bit tiring.”

Zhou Jiagu found that the teacher was blushing, and mistakenly thought that the teacher was disturbed by others. The young man immediately bit the bullet and explained: "Mr. Fan, this is my uncle from afar. Today is to visit me in the college. No, the uncle doesn't know the rules of the college, so I have to blame."

  The old scholar stroked his beard and nodded and smiled.

   is very kind.

  Older scholars, don't say a few strange things that pretend to be surprising, don't be afraid that young people can't remember themselves.

  Don't just put hats on young people at every turn. What kind of people's heart is not going to be the same, you can pull it down. In fact, I just changed from a little **** to a bastard.

  No matter how disappointed the elderly are, they must always be hopeful for the young.

  The future world will get better and better.

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

  Finally standing in the corridor under the eaves, Fan Fuzi looked solemn, straightened his clothes, and saluted the old gentleman.

  Besides, all the old masters, including the owner of Chunshan Academy, can't afford to do the same thing.

  It seems that as long as Wen Sheng doesn't speak, he will continue to talk.

  The old scholar waved his hand and smiled: "Don't be pestered like this. I haven't eaten cold pig's head for many years. I'm not used to it."

  All the school masters slowly got up.

  Chunshan Academy's head Wu Linzhuan stepped forward and asked softly: "Mr. Wensheng, go to drink tea elsewhere?"

  The old scholar shook his head, walked to the Master Fan, and said with a smile: "Mr. Fan, why don't we talk about it. In the second half of the class, I will teach the students the law?"

  Fan Fuzi said again, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

  Old scholars walked into the classroom, and dozens of college students in the room had already stood up and thought.

  Especially that Zhou Jiagu, who had been talking to Master Wen Sheng for a long time, was totally confused at the moment.

  The old scholar raised his hand, "No need to be polite, knowledge is important, sit down."

  Mr. Fan, all the masters in the college, just stood by the window outside and listened to the teachings of the sages, and no one went to compete with the students in the house.

  The old scholar smiled and said: “Before explaining the Dhamma, I will explain to Zhou Jiagu why he speaks more etiquette and less benevolence. Before that, I want to hear Zhou Jiagu's insights and how to remedy it.”

  The old scholar looked at the young scholar and joked, “Zhou Jiagu, don't be afraid of saying the wrong thing. Even if you say something wrong, I don't care. Who dares to care? Is this the truth?”

  Zhou Jiagu trembled: "Master Wensheng...I'm a bit

   Tensed, said... speechless. "

  The old scholar smiled and asked: "Then I will give a lecture first? When will you be relieved, then hello to me?"

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

  Fan Fuzi outside the window smiled and cursed in his heart, stinky boy, courage, dare to learn from Mr. Wen Sheng? Worthy of being a student I taught.

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

  On this day, nearly a thousand masters and students of Chunshan Academy were crowded and crowded outside the classroom.

  The Confucian literary sage, after the restoration of the Confucian Temple, the first preaching and teaching work in Haoran, it was in the Dalichunshan Academy in Aquarius.

After Chen Ping'an swaggered away, the three people in the alley, the array master Han Zhoujin, the capitalist Daolu Ge Ling, and the Yinyang family Sui Lin, each looked at each other and were a little discouraged. They were all so deliberate and still unable to detain each other. Get up, for this originally thought to be extremely dangerous, eleven people deduced dozens of possibilities in the inn, and the three of them were responsible for setting up the formation and asking the king to enter the urn.

The formation of the formation is far from the slightest difference, 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 the world more and not only maintains it. The operation of the big formation is more difficult, and there are many flaws at the same time, and the sword repairs the sword, and it 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. She complained, "It's not enough, but it's over before it starts."

  I don't believe in evil, so I really can't touch a corner of Chen's clothes?

In    Lane, Han Zhoujin smiled bitterly, and walked out of the alley with Ge Ling, saying: "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 alley wall. “It's really a headache.”

On the Dali spy side, there are not many records of the hidden identity, only know that it is the head of the hundred sword immortals of Tuoyueshan, but as Wenhai Zhou's first disciple, the sword fairy Shouchen, the content is extremely detailed, the earliest record is the cogwheel The interview between Chen Chen and Zhang Lu, and the subsequent record of Shi Chen's deeds, is very long. At the end of that copy of the file secret record, there were two autographs written by the national masters. The top assassins are expected to ascend to the realm.

  Sui Lin put away a total of six rare sword lock charms made of golden material, in addition to several charms specially used to capture the circulation of Chen Ping'an's Qi machine.

  There is a saying, in Chen Ping'an, their eleven people are really rich.

  Like this fight, even without a fight, it consumed a lot of Gu Yuqian.

  They have at least one semi-celestial soldier. As long as they want to spend money, the Ministry of Rites and Criminal Justice jointly set up a private treasury for them. As long as they open their mouths, regardless of whether they want money or things, the Dali court will give it. There is an attendant in the Li and Xing Departments, who personally stared at the matter, and the person in charge at the Xing Department was Zhao You.

Han Zhoujin was a little upset, losing two games in a row, even if he lost to Chen Ping'an, he would inevitably still be aggrieved, "Where is the error? It seems that he knew it was a trap from the beginning. Could it be that every time he goes out, every few steps are big If you meet someone on the road, he will be considered a trivia?

In the distance, Yu Yu said in his heart: "It may be the name of Mr. Chen. It may also be a certain intuition honed on the battlefield. Just like the fist is fed, the intuition can also be cultivated. We still experience fighting. Too little."

  Gaiyan, nicknamed "painter", was a bit embarrassed. At that time, she was posing as a teenager Zhao Duanming.

  Yuan Huajing said, "They are 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 "Jialing Bamboo Carvings" in his hand, smiled and said: "It's really a busy man, where did you go to pick up money for ignorance?"

  Chen Ping'an smiled and said, “Come on, I almost got sacked by a group of small thieves.”

  Of course, the old man didn't take it seriously. He joked: “We have kidnappers here in Beijing? Even if they do, they don't know how to find a rich man?”

  Insert an app: A perfect re-engraving of the old version of the book-chasing artifact, an interchangeable app-Mimi Reading.

  Chen Ping'an put the bag on the counter, “On the way back, I bought a lot. If you don't dislike it, the shopkeeper can bring it to drink.”

  The old man nodded and smiled. It was a bag of twists, which didn't cost much, but it was all his heart.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the book, "The old shopkeeper doesn't just like porcelain, but it's okay? In addition to a few bamboo fans, my house also has a pair of arm rests, which are engraved with Xi's brows and Tao Shi Sanqian. It's not me. Bragging, even if it's a masterpiece, it's worth a bit of money."

  "How could it be really a bamboo carving of the immortal...Forget it, your kid is good at making stories, so I don't have to worry about making a real thing."

  The old man saw that this kid was a fellow man again, and while hurting his mouth, he pushed the book over and said proudly: “Porcelain and bamboo carvings are nothing. Black tigers know a lot.”

Chen Pingan lay on the counter and shook his head, "A rubbing and rubbing of the rubbings of the inscription on the rubbings of the inscription on the inscription. It is really not enough to read a few books. The knowledge is too deep and the threshold is too high. You have to look at the original work, and you have to see a lot before you can really get started. Anyway, there are no shortcuts or tricks. To catch those authentic things, just one word, look, two words, look more, three words, see and vomit."

  The old man scolded with a smile: "You don't have a backache when you stand and talk, so do you guys see more?"

   "It's true, I really see a lot."

   "You are a gangster, when you are a **** on the mountain, you brag about not making drafts?"

   "Broggs that require drafting are not considered to be a circumstance."

  Chen Ping'an had a leisurely mind, accompanied the old man casually, leaning against the counter, flipping through the book at will, lightly tapping his toes, and memorizing the pictures and rubbings of the famous works of everyone, as well as such sayings as Da Pubuzhu.

   Be in harmony with others, not kiss or kiss.

  Household officials, Huoshen Temple old woman, old monk Liu Jia, young Zhao Duanming, inn shopkeeper.

  Dali Queen Mother, stopped, both sides spoke, can look at the same level.

  The little things are not about who the other party is, but who you are. Then you care about who you are and 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 changed the book.

Chen Pingan closed the door gently, but Ning Yao ignored him. Although the last book, from beginning to end, did not reveal the true identity of the beautiful bearded man who looked at Chunqiu and the green robe under the lamp. There is not much space, but Ning Yao feels this The position is the most vivid in the book, the strong.

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

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

Chen Pingan leaned back on the chair and hugged the back of his head with both hands. He smiled and said, "I was taught by Daochang Sun. On the road to practice, when the young geniuses I meet are still young and lacking in realm, I have to beat them a few more times to get their mentality. When the shadows come, you will have prestige if you go on your own in the future."

  The world is on the mountain. Everyone is romantic.

  Bai Di Cheng Zheng Zhong, Sui Chu Gong Wu Shuangjiang is a kind of people.

  Fu Lu Yu Xuan, the Great Master of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, is another kind of person.

  Da Xuan Du Guan Sun Daochang, and the real person lying on the mountain fire dragon, are another kind of people.

  Ning Yao suddenly smiled, "Where do you have so many strange words, can't you run out?"

  Chen Ping'an held back a smile, “I heard it on the road, it seems in the book. The family background, it's all accumulated bit by bit.”

  Ning Yao asked: "Is there no point in learning without a teacher?"

  Chen Ping'an rubbed his chin, and said solemnly: "Grandpa Grandpa appreciates rice?"

  Ning Yao casually said: "This group of monks are facing you, but it's actually quite aggrieved. With so many back players, it's useless."

Chen Ping'an nodded, “But to be honest, one day I will enter the fairyland. I just say that on the Aquarius Mountain, maybe these big dying soldiers will fill the twelve earthly branches. For me, One of the biggest hidden dangers."

  Imitating Bai Yujing's sword every time, after all, it is the rules, and Chen Ping'an is the least afraid of rules in this life.

That's why Chen Ping'an took the initiative to go to the Xianjia Inn. Of course, in addition to getting the bottom line, finding out the general details and cultivation context of the eleven people, he really hopes that this group of people can grow faster, and the future will be on the mountains of Aquarius. It is very possible that all of them will have a place at the top of a continent.

  Chen Ping'an's ideas and practices seem to be contradictory. Since they are all hidden dangers that cannot be underestimated, they are willing to help the other party's growth.

  Chen Ping'an casually picked up a novel on the table, turned a few pages, fisted and fisted, and the masters of the rivers and lakes would report their moves, for fear that their opponents would not know their skills.

  Look, at the time at the Confucian Temple, Cao Ci was like this. Next time you meet, you must persuade him as a friend.

  Furthermore, how many punches did Cao Ci do by yourself, less than 30 strokes? I am less than thirty.

  Ning Yao suddenly said: "What's the matter, you seem to be a little uneasy. Is there something wrong with the Huoshen Temple, or is there a problem with the Office of the Household Department?"

  Chen Ping'an was stunned, then put down the book, “It's not quite right. It has nothing to do with the Fire Temple and the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development, so it's very strange and unreasonable.”

  Ning Yao did not ask much.

  She saw Chen Pingan pull out the piece of red paper from his sleeve, pour some ten thousand-year-old earthy yellow mud scraps on the yellow paper, start to twist the soil a little, put it in her mouth and taste it.

  Ning Yao said: "You can really be a situation-based geographer."

  Be a Baozhai, look and feel good, quack doctor, fortune teller, write family notes, open a restaurant...

  Chen Ping'an wiped his mouth and smiled, “I don't want to press my body with a lot of skills.

  Ning Yao asked, "The young ghost repairer named Zeng on Qingxia Island?"

  Chen Ping'an said: “I don't know what to say with Zengye, so I just talk to him, so that I can travel around the capital city in the future and increase my experience of the rivers and lakes. After that, it depends on his own opportunities and good fortune.”

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

  Chen Pingan quickly glanced at Ning Yao.

  Fortunately, it is not an irony.

  Chen Ping'an immediately nodded and said, “Yes, she has always liked that pair of talisman skins back then. Everyone has the love of beauty.”

  Ning Yao wondered: "I didn't want them to leave Shujian Lake and settle down in Luopo Mountain?"

  Chen Pingan Yao

   shook his head: "Each has its own fate."

  It's difficult to travel in the world, difficult in mountains, and dangerous in water.

  Dangerous mountains and rivers destroy vehicles and boats, if it is easier than people's hearts.

  So during that trip, Miss Su, the dull and honest boy Zeng Ye, the cheerful and lively, unscrupulous Ma Duyi, and many more people who traveled 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 Jianqi, and refined all the texts of the landscape travel notes. There were a lot of refining characters. Twenty-four texts were plucked from the sleeves of the blue shirt, and then they just came together. Became the eleven names of the monks who transferred the Earthly Branch

  Song Xu, Han Zhoujin, Ge Ling, Yu Yu, Lu Hui, Hou Jue. Yuan Huajing, Sui Lin, Gaiyan, Gou Cun. Hard work.

  Two sword repairmen, formation master, Confucian scholar, Taoist priest, monk, soldier monk, Yin and Yang monk, ghost repair.

  The assassin of a young man, I don't know for now.

  The young rider, named Sushou. Except for the heroic night tour, this person made one shot. After that, the two battles in the capital did not make any shots.

  Chen Ping An looked at these names while distracting and immersing his consciousness in Xiaotiandi. He carefully checked his soul and various big mansions. There was nothing unusual. There were no traces of passive hands or feet in his robe.

  The small Taoist temple that I passed by before, the capital of the Jingshi Daozhengya office, hangs the couplet: the pine and cypresses and the golden gardens raise the real blessings, and the eternal and spiritual temples are cultivated.

At the Huoshen Temple, Aunt Feng treats guests with a hundred-flower brew. Because Chen Ping'an saw the doorway sealed with red paper mud and asked about the tribute, Aunt Feng mentioned two powers by the way, Fengdu Ghost Mansion, Fangzhushan, and Qingjun. , Administers the earthly caves and blessed land and all earthly immortals, except for the death register and the upper life name.

Especially for the latter, because Chen Ping'an mentioned Jiudu Mountain in Aibaizhou, Fangzhu Mountain has mostly become a cloud after listening to Aunt Feng's tone, otherwise the founder of Jiudu Mountain would not get part of the broken mountain and inherit a Dao. Yun Xianmai.

  The ruins of the Immortal Mansion refined by the master Han Zhoujin, and Yu Yu's servant of the sword immortal, obviously have a long history and a faint ancient atmosphere. Could it be a hint from Aunt Feng? Maybe those jars of Baihua Niu Niu are actually just an introduction to the secret?

  The magical powers on the mountain are endless, and it is impossible to guard against. Just talk about the natal flying swords of the World Swordsman, how many incredible magical powers are there? Countless.

  Chen Ping'an suddenly said: “The old coachman before, had a bad temper and was very arrogant. The first sentence of the meeting was to let me have a fart.”

  In fact, Chen Ping'an quite wanted to find him to practice.

  Ning Yao nodded, then continued reading, and said casually, “Don't get used to the stinking problem, why don't you hack him?”

  Chen Ping'an was dull and speechless, and sighed, “I really want to fight, right now I can't kill him?”

  Ning Yao said nonsense, "Guan Yiran understands you well, no wonder he will become a friend."

  Chen Ping'an nodded and said, “At the time of Shujianhu, Guan Yiran helped a lot, and there is no such thing as a wealthy family.”

  What I thought in my heart, it was Lao Tzu who gave Yantai and wine again. You Guan Yiran just repayed your friend like that. Did you commit sin? After that, the Changpuhe Wine Bureau waited.

  In fact, Ning Yao doesn't like to talk about the book Jianhu, because that is Chen Ping'an's most difficult heart to pass.

  She couldn't bear to say more. Even if it is mentioned on the initiative, it is only a woman like Ma Duyi. In fact, some of the past has never really passed. There are only two things from the real past, which are totally unrememberable, and the other is the past that can be said casually.

Chen Pingan put his arms on the table and smiled and said, "You know, I grew up eating a hundred schools of food. Apart from being grateful and thinking about people, I can't help myself not observing words and feelings. Otherwise, it's easy for those kind people They were embarrassed by their relatives in their own days."

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

Chen Pingan thought for a while and smiled: "For example, there is an old mother in the alley who would often give me things, and deliberately carry her family back, secretly give them, and then once passed by her door, pulling me to chat, old mother Mother's daughter-in-law, by coincidence, she started to say some nasty things, both to the old mother and to me, saying how there is such a strange thing, the things in the family, and there is no thief. Could it be that you have become refined, will grow your feet, and go to other people's homes."

  Ning Yao asked: "Then what do you do?"

  Chen Pingan thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I can't do anything."

After a moment of silence, Chen Pingan picked up the water bowl, "I just thought of the old mother. At that time, holding the sleeve on the right with her left hand, she stood at the door with her back facing her family, who were all her juniors, but wanted to treat me. Outsiders squeezed out a smile, as if they were afraid that I would be unhappy. In fact, after parting with the old mother, walking alone on the road will feel uncomfortable in my heart. What's more uncomfortable is that I don't know the old mother, on that day, How do you get along with your relatives."

  So later, on the Qingxia Island side of the book slip lake, with Liu Zhimao who should have killed each other, drinking at the same table, is it a matter? Not at all.

  Ning Yao lay down on the table and asked: "When you were a kid, it was all the affair of the neighbors in the neighborhood. Would you take the initiative to help out?"

  Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: “How can it be that some words are really bad, so I don't care about them.”

Then Chen Ping'an laughed, “Of course, I was really not good at arguing at that time, and I couldn't be noisy even if I wanted to. But there is also a way to keep myself from being frustrated. You know the small dam that blocked water into the field, right?"

  Looking at Chen Pingan who was reaching out for gestures, Ning Yao shook his head, "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I can imagine it."

Chen Pingan's eyes sparkled, and he was a little bit childish and triumphant. "At that time, I could find a place to hide in Tianlong. I didn't leave for a night. Others didn't have the patience, so no one would argue. Beat me."

  In Ning Yao's impression, Chen Ping'an has a variety of eyebrows, expressions, and expressions, but it is the only way to show such high spirits and complacency.

A small child who has been scorched into black coal by the sun is not afraid of walking at night anyway, and he is not afraid of ghosts or ghosts. He often lays alone on the ridge of the field, raised his legs, bit the roots of the grass, and occasionally waved his hand to disperse mosquitoes and flies. Looking at the bright moon, or the extremely bright starry sky.

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

  At this moment, with his chin resting on his arm, the man smiled and narrowed his eyes.

  Ning Yao picked up the book again.

  Chen Ping'an smiled and said, “I'm going to read too.”

A grain of mind mustard, patrolling the small world of the human body, and finally came to the shore of Xinhu Lake. Chen Ping'an quickly rummaged through the secret records of the Summer Palace. There was no entry of Fangzhushan. Chen Ping'an was still unwilling to give up, and continued to think about it. Record... Some small gains, but still unable to piece together a reasonable thread.

Chen Ping'an spent a lot of mind and spirit on the shore of Xinhu Lake. He worked hard to build a bookstore to store all the books. They are sorted into categories, which are convenient for picking and checking. It is like a fishing trip. The fishing rod is an empty bookstore. The fishing line uses a certain keyword, word, or sentence as a fishing hook, throws a pole at the bookstore, and pulls out a "fish in the pond" of a certain or several books.

  No one taught this method to Chen Ping'an. Chen Ping'an learned this method from Wen Hai's thorough knowledge and his disciple Pei Qian, and they have mastered it, so that they have such supernatural powers.

After leaving the night ship, Chen Pingan was busy with another thing. Above the lake of mind, he carefully gathered and refined a drop of time and running water, as well as a seed of kendo and a bamboo ruler, each hanging in the air, each being used by Chen Pingan. To measure time, weight and length. This is what Chen Ping'an and Li Sheng learned again. They build their own weights and measures within the small world of the human body. This way, even if you are trapped in the small world of others, you won't lose your head.

  It's a pity that half the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Chen Ping'an has completely lost the Yin and Yang gods, otherwise Chen Ping'an will only be faster when he practices.

  Chen Pingan was standing by the water at the moment, with the undulating sun and the moon above his head, and the galactic circulation. People on the shore looked down at the people in the water.

  Chen Ping'an put away 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 that young monk who seemed to have no sense of existence, his hands.

  Suffering?

  This is a Go proverb.

  For example, it is like Pei Qian, his pioneering disciple, who is the hard work of Taihui Jianzong's white head. Of course, Guo Zhujiu is also a bit like Pei Qian's hard work, which is a typical one thing but one thing.

  So Chen Pingan in Ni Ping Alley is the hard work of Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Alley.

   And Cao Ci is undoubtedly Chen Ping's greatest pain in the road of martial arts, sword repair Liu Cai, is where the pain of kendo.

  Chen Ping'an hesitated, turned and walked back to the water's edge, sat cross-legged, and began to close his eyes to rest, pinch his hands with both hands, but opened his eyes soon.

   A small bald head came riding a fire dragon patrol hunter, sitting high on the fire dragon head, and said: "If you want to ask about the past, the recipient in this life is."

  Chen Ping An said helplessly: "I understand the truth."

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

  Chen Ping'an nodded. The Medicine Buddha has twelve great aspirations, of which the second is the wish for all beings to break through the darkness.

May my body be like colored glaze when I attain Bodhi in the next life, clear inside and out, clean and unblemished, broad in light, magnificent merits, good-natured, and dignified, over the sun and the moon; Various careers.

  Thousand-year dark room, the light is bright.

The little bald head had arms around his chest, and said angrily: "'It is useful to ask a Bodhisattva.' This sentence was personally said when you were a child, but what did you think when you grew up? Looking back, every time you were a child The next time I went up the mountain to pick up the medicine, and down the mountain to cook the medicine, did it work or not? Isn't it considered sincere and good?

  Chen Ping'an gave a soft hum.

  The little bald headed away by the dragon, cursing, Chen Ping'an suffered, and was silent for a long time. When he stood up, he watched the water and took a self-portrait, muttering to himself: "The biggest hardship is yours?"

   Then Chen Ping'an's face was pale, "This bastard, do you want to die?!"

  Mustard quickly withdrew from Xiaotiandi. Chen Ping'an didn't even have time to say anything to Ning Yao, so he shrank the mountains and rivers one step at a time, and went straight to the Xianjia Inn, **** to restrict the landscape.

  Anyone who is not careful, these guys will invite another "Chen Ping An".

   Pure as God.

Chapter end