Sword of Coming

The town seems to have met the once-in-a-lifetime day of the dog, and it will be dark in a moment, and everyone will not see the five fingers.

Coupled with a statue of a statue outside the town, such as firecrackers, the sound is getting more and more frequent. When the town is silent because of the darkness, it is particularly harsh. This undoubtedly deepens the speculation of the ordinary people in the town, and associates with those before. The oxcart carriage carrying the big children’s children, the people in the city’s alleys are all worried.

There are no exceptions in the high walls of the four surnames and ten tribes. Whenever there are slaves who want to make their own claims and hang up the lanterns, they will soon be screamed loudly, and some tempered family managers will even shoot on the spot. When the lanterns were smashed, their faces were smashed, their faces were stunned, and they looked at the eyes of the enemy, and they stared at the people who were originally out of kindness.

At the blacksmith's shop, Chen Pingan is sitting at the wellhead with Ning Yao for lunch. After dark, Chen Pingan is strange, but he does not delay his bowing. The food in the blacksmith shop is quite good. The long and short workers can get a piece of food every meal. The fat and braised pork with long and wide index finger, plus a spoonful of oil and water, the rice tube is enough, but there is only one piece of meat. Chen Ping is probably the amount of rice in two bowls of rice, so every time I get a piece of meat from the palm chef, because There is soup, the first bowl is often only to eat meat, and at the end of the meal, the braised pork will slide down from the top of the bowl to the bottom of the bowl, and then run to the second bowl of rice, which is clean and neat. That piece of meat.

Every time Ning Yao saw Chen Ping’s meal, he wanted to laugh.

Yan Xiu would not be like Ning Yao. The girl in Tsing Yi looked into Chen Ping’s sight as if she had written four characters and the same person.

At this time, Chen Pingan held the empty white bowl with one hand and held the chopsticks. He tried his best to look around and could only see the scene within two or three feet.

In the past two days, in addition to making a horse for the blacksmith shop of the master, Chen Pingan has to take three hours to practice walking. One day during the day, no time at noon, two at night, and ugly at the time of the sea. Later, when Chen Ping tried to walk the pile, the ten fingers tied the sword pile, but Chen Ping found that this would make him breathe poorly, the pace was more unstable, and he gave up decisively. Chen Pingan only worked in the gap, and he did not At the time of attention, exercise the sword stove to nourish the body. In fact, for Chen Pingan, it is just a change of the traditional porcelain cast, replaced by the standing sword in the mountain.

At the hour of the afternoon, I walked through the pile. At the beginning, Ning Yao occasionally followed it. After a few times, I stopped showing it. Chen Pingan did not want to provoke rumors. During the day, this time, the boxing pile would follow the direction of the lower stream and ran out of the blacksmith shop. Only then began to practice, and then went back and forth, almost able to walk about ten miles.

For Chen Pingan, this is a new home rule that can't be beaten.

Sitting at the well at this time, Ning Yao looked at the sky covered with black cloth, which made her narrow and long eyebrows that lost the impression of "beautiful" and wrinkled slightly.

Chen Pingan whispered: "Is it related to Mr. Qi?"

Ning Yao does not intend to tell him the truth. He only gives a vague answer. "Since Mr. Qi is the master of this cave, he should have a relationship with him."

Chen Pingan also asked: "According to Song's salary and previous claims, Mr. Qi originally planned to leave the town with Xue Yu, a schoolboy, why didn't he leave?"

Ning Yao shook his head and smiled: "The mind of the saint is like a dragon, can stretch for thousands of miles, I can't guess, too lazy to guess."

After saying this, she put the tableware in the hands of Chen Pingan, and she got up and went to a yellow mud wall thatched cottage that belonged to her. Ning Yao himself was very strange. Why is the teacher so polite to himself? The teacher saw his identity? The possibility is extremely small. After all, the hanging mountain is not located in Dongbao Pingzhou. Moreover, the hanging mountain is almost implicated in the outside world. It has a great reputation, few guests, and the other side is overhanging the mountain, and it is not sure about its identity. Only Ning Yao is a boat to the bridge head naturally straight, not straight, I can also use the sword to make a straight road temperament, the Tang Dynasty Dongbao Pingzhou first cast sword everyone's show, she will be a big smile.

Chen Pingan took the tableware and just wanted to go to the kitchen. He found that someone walking far from here was a young man with a large sleeve. He was more like a scholar than a scholar, Chen Songfeng. There is a kind of unclear. Feeling, a bit like Mr. Qi, and a bit like the supervisor of the Song Dynasty who met at the mud bottle alley.

After the man saw the sandals and teenagers sitting alone in the wellhead, and he was still looking at himself, he was slightly surprised. He came to the juvenile and smiled warmly. "I am looking for a master. Do you know where he is?" ”

Chen Ping did not like to be in the mud bottle lane, deliberately glaring at Cai Jin Jane Nanhua, but straightforward to point the direction to the man.

When I came to Ning, I told the master that I was a master of the sorrow. Secondly, this man did not give Chen Pingan a feeling of a gloomy city.

Chen Ping politely asked: "Do you need me to lead the way?"

The young man did not hurry, looking at Chen Pingan, smiling: "No, just a few steps, no trouble. Thank you."

Chen Pingan nodded and walked to the stove, and the man went to a sword room in the distance.

After Chen Ping’s returning the tableware, he found that the short-skilled apprentices were gathered in several houses and lit up with oil lamps, where they talked about why they would stay upside down, and some people said that it was the mountain **** of a mountain that crossed the boundary and harmed the stream. The well water fell, so it annoyed the river **** lord who ruled the stream, a **** fight, playing dark and dark. Some people used the old generation's argument to refute, saying that we are here, the mountains are banned to the court, where the mountain gods come, say, then the big creek, absolutely can not get the river god.

Chen Pingan did not go to blending. Anyway, he was idle and idle. He used his extraordinary eyesight to go alone to the bottom of the last well. He carried the back and moved out of the well.

After climbing out of the well at the wooden ladder, I saw the man returning from the sword room. He also found the figure of the boy, did not approach, and did not stop, just waved goodbye to Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan has some feelings, no matter whether this person is good or bad, at least he is different from the two mountains of Zhengyang Mountain Yunxia Mountain and the foreigners of the two cities of Qingfeng City Laolong City.

Chen Pingan carried the soil at the wellhead. After the last exit, he found that Xiu Xiu stood near the wellhead. He spread a piece of a towel on his palm and piled up with small cakes. When Chen Ping appeared, Yan Xiu extended to him. Out of the palm of his hand, Chen Ping, who was covered in dirt and hands, was shaking his head with a smile. Then he sat on the wellhead and looked down at the delicate cakes that were riding the dragon lanes. The Tsing Yi girl was quickly immersed in it, and the whole person was full. Full of happiness and joy.

Chen Pingan continued to carry the back and forth to carry the soil. After a dozen times, the ponytail girl had disappeared, but there was a towel and a piece of cake on the wellhead. It was the most famous peach blossom stuffed cake in the old shop. Chen Ping smashed it. I had to take off my back and put it on my feet. I sat on the wellhead near the towel, wiped my hand on my shirt, and picked up the pastry with my fingers and put it in my mouth.

Chen Pingan nodded hard and it was delicious.

After all, I ate a full ten yuan. When I thought about this, Chen Pingan immediately felt better.

After a few hours, the sky was still dark, and there was a dull gongs and drums from time to time in the sky. In addition, the town was no different. The master also made an exception to let the short-term work of the blacksmith shop rest for two days. Every time I go back to each family, I don’t have to wait here to wait for "Daylight" to continue working.

Chen Pingan also listed here. He simply went back to the town and went to the house of Liu Yuyang. After discovering few things, he quickly turned off the lights, locked the door and ran to his own house in Muping Lane.

I don't know why, Chen Pingan feels that the town nowadays is dead and lifeless.

Chen Ping did not know when he ran across the corridor bridge.

On the water surface under the bridge, there is a tall woman with a swaying dress. The dress is white, the hair is white, and the exposed hands and feet are also skin like sheep fat.

She was squinting her head and taking the stream as a mirror, and she brushed her hand in one hand, and no one could see her face.