Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan walked out of the house with enthusiasm and came to the small courtyard. He looked up and looked at the sun. The sight was especially clear. The sky was like a layer of glazed porcelain, which was clean and pleasing.

Chen Pingan inadvertently noticed that the breathing was a little stagnant, and he sat on the threshold, holding his breath and concentrating on his hands and fingers.

After a fragrant incense, Chen Pingan felt the breath of smooth and smooth, just got up, the corner of his eyes glimpsed, sitting back at the threshold, looking at the corner of the yard, I don’t know when the corner of the yard, a quiet black lying Stone, the best stone in the world, dragon platform!

Chen Pingan quickly got up and walked quickly. He squatted down and looked at it carefully. Compared with the pedestal of the collapsed Tianguan statue, it seems that he was cut by a knife, and he went straight down and split it into two. . Chen Pingan squatted on his chin, moved his position bit by bit, changed his position, and moved southeast and northwest. After his **** returned to his original position, he became more and more certain that it was the buddy of the statue of the Buddha. .

This makes Chen Pingan stunned. Although Ning girl likes to say something very loud, but all her cold-eyed hands are not going to have a bit of sham, she said that the sturdy dragons can only be big swords. The price can be opened, and Chen Ping is convinced. Then this dragon station is long-legged, and then all the way to his Chen Ping's house?

Now Chen Pingan already knows that there are gods and ghosts in the world, and there are countless mountain sacred charms, but the stone is fine, isn't it possible? Besides, who can run the family and enjoy the blessings, can you run this house in addition to being sinned, can you have such a stupid stone essence?

Chen Ping asked tentatively: "Hey, can you speak? Or can you understand me?"

Of course not.

Suspicious teenagers shaking their heads, not enough.

Probably the dream was too real before, and Chen Ping actually did not slow down until now, which led to the eccentricity of seeing everything now.

Many small things that were not thought out in the past, and now they are strung together, it seems to make sense at once.

Mr. Qi said that there is indeed in the world, and Ning Yao has said that the world is strange.

Even if it’s Yao’s old man, he’s already said a lot of things. There’s a lot of attention to it. There’s a lot of attention to it. Yao’s old man once said a lot, such as those old trees, which may be mountain gods. Seat, can't sit. It is also said that the mountains under the sun, regardless of their size, are in the same vein, but they have the distinction between grandparents and grandchildren.

At this moment, Chen Pingan was very curious. I really want to know how the town of Zhuozhudong is located in the town. How can I see the whole picture? Is it only to climb to the higher mountain than the Yunyun Mountain?

Chen Ping put away his thoughts and looked down at the black stone, thinking that he would move it to the blacksmith shop. Ning girl must have used this swordstone. As for how to deal with the stone at the time, how to deal with the stone, is to choose to grind the sword, or to give it to the master, as a thank-you to help the sword, Chen Ping is indifferent, he is just very curious about how to sharpen the sword, it will not be with himself. Is the sharpening knife almost the same?

Chen Ping’s work never drags on the water. After making up his mind, he immediately starts to work. He stretches out his hands and lifts the sword stone upwards. He can lift the distance away from the ground. Some are heavy, but they are not moving. This is easy. Chen Ping went to the house to find a basket.

Soon the boy walked on the mud bottle lane with his basket and covered a piece of clothing on the stone.

After walking out of the mud bottle lane, Chen Ping found that there were many people on the street. It was estimated that the sudden dark night made people panic. Now it is hard to see the big sun, and they all think about it. Therefore, most of the townspeople have left their homes and walked out of the lanes to come to the streets. There have been many discussions. From time to time, some people rushed through, and the iron locks have been completely dried up. Even the chains that do not know for thousands of years in the hanging wells, Also, which **** is secretly moved away from hiding. There are even more childish children who are afraid of chaos in the world. They are jumping in twos and threes, jumping and jumping, and talking about the change of the old elm tree.

It turned out that the old man was uprooted overnight, and fell on the street. The broken lychee and the yellow sassafras leaves all over the place. At the beginning, many people in the vicinity felt that they should not waste it, and they smashed the leaves and went home to burn. Some of them are lazy and strong, and they are reluctant to be urged by their own mother-in-law to slash the thicker lychees with a hatchet. It’s not that no one is blocking. The old people who lived in the small towns around the old Banyan family have been heartbroken. They are directly yelling at the Hanzi women who are cheaper in this kind of ethics. Some old people are bitterly talking about the relationship between the old man and the town. The tree is aura. For many years, even when the dead branches fall, they only pick up the dead of night. They don’t want to lie on the head, let alone when the harvest is not good, the old tree’s flowers are like rice, filled up. How many people have a stomach.

it does not work.

Those young men are either ignorant, just burying their heads and cutting trees, and their temper is almost the same, they have a conflict with the old man, pushing and pushing. In short, a bit messy.

After hearing the movements of the old banyan tree, Chen Pingan carried the basket and hesitated. He slowed down and stepped back in three steps, looking in the direction of the old man. Intuition told him that he should go to the banyan tree, but there was another voice in his heart, let him hurry to the blacksmith shop.

He suddenly saw a dexterous figure in the wind, passing by him, a little girl wearing a red cotton jacket, making people laugh and cry on the shoulders of a little prostitute, carrying a lychee with a thick green arm. Litchi and others are long, and the little girl is flying fast, like a rut, lively and playful.

Chen Pingyi recognized her at a glance. She is the only girl who is solitary. She comes and goes like a wind. She likes to wander around the town. She and Gu Yu are not acquainted, and they have seen each other on the back of Qingniu. She followed the gods, as if she had a particularly good relationship with the young Dao, and Chen Ping gave her a small snake gallstone.

Chen Pingan quickly yelled at her, and the young girl turned around and saw that it was Chen Pingan, grinning, and a pair of talking autumn eyes, as if to say that you have something to say, I listen, I am still busy. Ants move!

Chen Pingan held back his smile and waved: "I will discuss things with you, and will delay you for a while."

The little red cotton-padded little girl ran on the branch and thundered and violently, slightly sideways, she looked up, some doubts.

Chen Pingan asked: "This branch, you moved from the old banyan tree?"

The little girl nodded hard and regretted: "If you don't hurry, you have to be robbed. I have little strength, I can only move so big, I try to run a few more."

Chen Ping’s thoughts turned sharply and tentatively asked: “If your home is on Fulu Street, it’s far away. If you trust me, you can put the lychees in my yard first, so you can run back and forth. How many."

The little girl weighed the pros and cons silently, and while she was thinking about it, she had been observing Chen Ping’s eyes and face. She probably felt that Chen Ping’s was not bad. She nodded and said, “What do you want me to do? Tell me in advance, I can The branches that are too big, very heavy, I am a bit like a fire now on my shoulder."

Chen Pingan took out a bunch of keys, took one of them and handed it to the little girl. "This is the key to the door of my house. You hold it. I don't want you to do more, just let you grab the branches, look at it. Are there any green leaves that have not turned yellow on the ground, and if you have any, remember to help me close it."

She didn't take the key and widened her eyes. "Just this?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Yes, this is the case. Do you know my place?"

She snorted, "The mud bottle lane counts on the left hand side, the twelfth house."

She finally did not pick up the key. "The wall in your home is not high. I can put the lychee gently in, without opening the door."

Chen Pingcai took the key, and the girl in the red cotton jacket turned and flew away.

Chen Pingan thinks that she is like herself in the mountains. She is walking through the streets and crossing the mountains.

Chen Pingan walked out of the town and went south. When he approached the "bridge", he suddenly found the bridge disappeared.

It has been restored to the old stone arch bridge in memory.

I don't know why, although the bridge is a new atmosphere, it still has a bright gold plaque, but Chen Ping still likes the old bridge in front of him.

Chen Pingan stood at the end of Shiqiao. He didn't think of the unexplained dream. He took a deep breath and slowly walked up the slope.

The closer to the center of the bridge, the more nervous Chen Ping was, the more sweaty, the more sweaty, just waiting for him to go to the end of the arch bridge, nothing happened, Chen Pingan laughed at himself, speeding the pace to the blacksmith The shop went.

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On the back of the green cow, Yang Laotou sat on the edge of the blue stone cliff, and smoked a large mouth.

The water pool under the feet of the old man, bursting, sparkling, under the water, it seems that there are a lot of water plants shaking, under the sun, there is still an unspeakable embarrassment.

On the water, a vaguely old face gradually emerged, but she had a crow-blue hair that bloomed in the water. At this time, the old man was like a mourning test, and he trembled: "Da Xian, I really didn't dare to get there last night." I tried it several times. It used to be like drilling into a pan. It’s more uncomfortable than a thousand knives. Daxian, you have to spare a small one. There is really no way.”

Yang Laotou is indifferent: "I am not coming to the teacher to ask for sin. You will be the same in the future. You only need to do what you can, unambiguous, you can. But now there is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, in front of you, you can see yourself. I dare not fight for it."

The old green face swayed with the water, and the ghost that couldn’t be said was stunned. He heard that the great fairy deliberately pointed out a clear road for himself, and quickly put on a gesture of listening.

The old man said slowly: "Now, Xiaodongtian has slowly fallen back to the world, and is bordered by the earth. It is in the critical period of rooting. After a long time, it must be in the same breath as the Dagu Dynasty. You can only be Known as the river Po, not the river god, it is like in the secular dynasty, you are still only a shackle that does not enter the ranks of the Qing dynasty, and does not really get the official body, one step difference, the difference between the world."

He used the old cigarette rod to point to the side of the stone arch bridge. "The reason is that the root cause is not that your jurisdiction is small, but that your site has been cut off by the waist. If you see the bridge, it is your future incense." It’s cut off, you can have a big future as long as you can pass from the bottom of the bridge. The creek you are in will become the source of many important rivers in the future, not to mention that it’s a few hundred miles long. The inferior river **** is the seal of the river god, and it is not difficult to make a hair for thousands of miles."

The old eyeballs turned slightly.

Yang old man did not urge, smiled: "It is quite comfortable to lie in the mud, right? Why do you want others to help, right?"

Before the old man, he was too daring to sneak a sigh of relief. At this time, he heard the sneer of the big fairy, and he knew what was wrong. He immediately asked for mercy, and the deep pool of the river suddenly surged.

The old man was indifferent and said indifferently: "I am going to continue to do the swaying muddy mud, or to become a river raft that sits on the side of the town, and here is a move. Also, don't forget how I told you at the beginning, this road has no turning back. Going, you can only walk to the black, there is no good thing forever and forever under the sun. It’s hard to hear, everyone in the town can have good news, but how can it not be your turn?"

The more powerful the great fairy, the more so the cloud is light and windy, the more the river mother is playing drums in the heart, and finally squatting and sneaking into the water.

After a while, the old man disappeared, but in the stream between the green cow back and the stone arch bridge, there seems to be a touch of dark green shadow, twisting and twisting downstream.

After the shadow was near the stone arch bridge, the speed slowed down, and in the end it was simply a turtle.

There are more than ten feet from the deep arch of the stone arch bridge. The figure of the old woman of the river is suddenly accelerating. It is obviously a rich and dangerous one, and it is necessary to fight for it.

I passed by.

Unimpeded.

After the old man rushed out of the dozens of feet, the underwater figure made a spin. In order to celebrate the rest of the robbery, he couldn't help but turn around in a circle. A group of blue silk wrapped around the thin body with no flesh and blood.

The river was standing hovering in the stream, looking up at the stone arch bridge, and finally saw the old sword.

Still rusty, with her when she was a child, when she was young, when she was young, there was no such thing as a slight difference.

But the next moment, just look at the old swordsman's eyes, the old woman, the eyes of a pair of eyes burst on the spot.

Mourning.

The stream is rolling and the waves are bursting.

After a long time, this section of the creek was finally restored to calmness, and the old man reborn a pair of eyes, but she became weak and weak, and the voice of the big fairy sounded in the ear. "They don't care about you, it is your ancestors who smoked green smoke, you Don't get in. When you pass through the stone bridge, remember not to look up."

The old man said: "Don't dare, no more dare."

Yang’s voice was quietly heard. “You just go downstream and try to see where you can swim. Don’t be too crazy when you go through the blacksmith shop. But don’t worry too much, your presence can make this stream change. Especially for the 'gloomy', once the water is produced, it is conducive to the quenching of the sword, so the sorcerer will not be embarrassed for you. If you are diligent, you will not give others a chance to give you a chance. The aura quickly spreads over and over again, but it can last for another thirty or forty years. The position of the saint of the teacher is very stable. For him, it is a good thing."

The old man sighed and flattered: "I want to follow the Daxian decree."

On the back of the green cow, some people are full of admiration. "The great supernatural powers of the predecessors can actually seal one of the rivers, and the key is to not disturb the heavens."

Yang old man still maintains his original sitting position, his head does not turn, sneer: "He Po, and the river god, the difference between the words, the difference between the clouds and mud. You will not understand this kind of scholar?"

The visitor is the biggest reading seed of Guanhu Academy, Cui Minghuang, who should be the last foreigner to leave this place.

The handsome scholar of Fengshen Yulang smiled and said: "It has been very shocking. On a broken road, the hard-boiled students have come out of the path. These are not allowed to be admired by the younger generation."

Yang Laotou asked indifferently: "Kid, do you know my identity?"

Cui Minghuang shook his head and smiled: "The mountain owner did not inform in advance, but I barely guessed a clue."

Yang old man is impatient: "Go and go, your kid is not enough to talk to me, it is almost the same as your mountain master."

Instead of leaving, Cui Minghuang sat down on the green cow. Before she sat down, she did not forget to stretch her hand and carefully hold the jade on her waist so as not to hit the rocky cliff. He looked up at the blue sky without any obstruction. "There is a body to repair the sky, in order to protect this beading hole, not letting the heavens infiltrate a little bit, but it is not willing to make it out at half point. In the end, it can only rely on two defamatory words, and really die until the end. Yang Old gentleman, you said that we are Mr. Qi, what is the picture?"

The old man just smokes and looks gloomy.

Cui Minghuang muttered: "If it is a figure for the lives of the people, it is too bad. He is Qi Jingchun, the mountain master of the Cliff College, the proud disciple of the Fourth Holy Confucianism, his life, in exchange for Is it worthwhile for the next five or six thousand ordinary people to come to the world? I don’t think it’s worthwhile, but it’s me, I can’t do it.”

Yang old man spit out a smog. "You can only talk to me if you say this, or you will spread it out. You don't want to be a mountain master in your life. Look at what you said a few words in your heart. Let's talk casually?"

The reader smiled: "That is good, the younger generation can't."

The old man looked at the water. "But before that, I want to ask you a question."

Cui Minghuang nodded: "The seniors asked."

The old man slowly said: "Step by step Qi Jingchun to the only place to die, is it your handwriting?"

Cui Minghuang first glimpsed, then smiled, and finally laughed at himself: "Is the predecessor too high to see me?"

Yang old man did not turn his head. A group of smoke rose in front of the old man. "I don't have any other skills. It's a good thing to see people's hearts. So you shouldn't come here."

Cui Minghuang smiled and explained: "Even if it is later, it is the first time that my Confucian fourth sacred place has fallen in the Confucian Temple. This is the beginning. It is also 80 years ago. I am now standing still. How do you say it in the year?"

The old man turned his head and smiled and said: "What you mean is that you just happened to come here to take away the town of Yugui, and happened to run into this tragedy. It belongs to the yellow mud and falls in the crotch. Isn't it awkward?"

Cui Minghuang looked at herself with a smile and said: "The world is impermanent, and it is no coincidence."

Yang old man smiled happily, and the smile did not laugh.

Cui Minghuang is unwilling to continue to empty up and open the door to see the mountain: "The younger generation has a special liking for the Phiyun Mountain, and hopes to use it as the address of a new academy. The younger generation is here, and as the Romans do, they should be reasonable. Say hello to Yang’s predecessors. Don’t know what the predecessors have?”

Yang old man wrinkled his face and silently.

Cui Minghuang did not dare to urging the elderly without hesitation, and slowly got up, whispered: "Predecessors can rest assured that as long as the predecessors do not nod their heads for a day, the junior colleges will not dare to break ground. If the predecessors feel that this is feasible, they can let the kiln work On the other side of the supervision department, you can give the Guanhu Academy Cui Minghuang."

Yang Laotou snorted and did not refuse to be thousands of miles away.

Cui Minghuang made a remark.

Compared with the small chess piece of He Po, can you really achieve the position of God, or Guanhu Academy should seek an enclave on Go in the Da Yu dynasty, and choose the Mount Yunyun. In fact, the old man does not Too hearty, because it is not heavy.

The only thing the old man cares about is that Qi Jingchun arrived at the bridge in the night, and he said something to him. Finally, he sat alone on the covered bridge for one night. After dawn, he got up and returned to the town. During that time, Qi Jingchun said what he was doing. What?

The old man stood up with an old cigarette rod and whispered: "No one is worrying."

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Within the school, four Mongolian children face each other.

The children did not see Mr. Qi, but the old man who seemed to be sweeping the floor all the year round. He replaced a Confucian shirt with a similar costume to Mr. Qi. A jade was hung around his waist, and his white hair was neatly packed. Wearing a high crown, the old man sat in the position of Mr. Qi, and told the four children that Mr. Qi had resigned from the teacher and the academy, so he would then lead the study tour.

Going out for a trip, it was Mr. Qi who had said good things to the children, and their elders at home also nodded and promised.

The old man never sees the kindness and kindness of the past, and the imposing manner, asks: "What about Li Baobao? Why didn't he come to school?"

Li Wei, the ghost of the ghost, usually did not deal with the red cotton python, and immediately confessed: "On the way of Li Baodai, I heard that the old banyan tree fell, I have to run to join in the fun, I can not hold her, her temper is poor Very well, how can I persuade not to listen, she has to beat people."

The other three Meng Tong each have their own abdomen, and Li Wei is really with his mother, and the ability to speak swearing is more powerful than anyone else.

The old man turned to a little girl who was squatting and said: "You are going to call Li Baobao back, we will leave the town today."

The little girl snorted, and some reluctantly stood up and ran away from school.

Li Wei is not very old, his mouth is very embarrassing, do not forget to add fuel to the fire, old-fashioned Qiu Qiu said: "Old horse, Li Baowan, such a stubborn student, must be well managed, or else can not become a material. Since Mr. Qi No, old horse, you have to provoke a burden..."

The old man screamed, and Li Wei was so scared that he screamed, and shut up, but he kept licking the old man in his heart. It was not a thing when the tiger was not in the mountains.

In the past, Li Wei was very tired of Mr. Qi’s rules. Now it’s better to miss Mr. Qi’s.

Next to the class, belonged to Qi Jingchun's room. After watching the case, Cui Minghuang of Guanhu Academy looked around and looked at the readers who were in the nest. The smile was faint, and some disappointment whispered: "There are not a few books." ”

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After Chen Ping arrived at the blacksmith shop, he heard the news and was a little embarrassed.

Ning Yao left the town in the absence of light, and Xiu Xiu said that it was overhanging the mountain, flying swords to pass the book, Ning girl heard the hurriedly left the shop.

Chen Pingan knew this time. It turned out that Ning girl went to Mushui Lane before saying goodbye to herself.

Chen Pingan carrying a basket and standing in the house where Ning Yao was temporarily staying, licked his lips.

Yan Xiu softly said: "Ning girl told me to tell you that the scabbard she borrowed for a while, will return you later."

Chen Ping shook his head: "It doesn't matter."

After seeing the words and screaming, Chen Pingqing just woke up and said this to the girl. It didn’t make much sense. She scratched her head and said, "Then I will go back to the mud bottle lane."

Yan Xiu nodded.

Chen Ping went forward.

Yan Xiu suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Chen Pingan, I said that you have been working in the shop during this time. You may need to help you in the future."

Chen Pingan turned and smiled: "Thank you."

The girl in Tsing Yi smiled.

Chen Pingan walked alone on the bank of the river. After walking on the stone arch bridge, he suddenly stopped and took off his back. He sat on the edge of the stone bridge and hung his feet in the air. The basket with the heavy dragon platform was placed next to him.

A pair of sandals, gently swaying.

For the departure of Ning girl, the teenager did not have much sentimentality, because she knew she would leave at the beginning.

There are only a few words, too late to say.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Ping was shocked by a huge splash of water at the bottom of the bridge, and suddenly he woke up. Chen Pingan quickly turned his head and the basket was gone!

Chen Pingan did not hesitate, and both hands supported him and let himself fall into the stream.

After entering the water, quickly switch to the water position, head down, and drill hard.

When Chen Pingan widened his eyes and faintly saw a little light, he lost consciousness at that moment.

The next moment, Chen Pingan found himself standing on the mirror surface of the water, gently rubbing his feet, able to step out a circle, but the mirror did not collapse.

Chen Pingan suddenly raised his arm to cover his eyes.

There is a glare in front of it, shining through the sky.

When the light faded, Chen Pingan put down his arm and saw that there was a person sitting in the distance and sitting on it, one foot bent, one foot drooping, like sitting on the edge of the cliff, the posture was lazy.

The whole person is bathed in the white brilliance, and the ray of light is constantly swaying.

How can Chen Ping’s face not see the person’s face?

In the dream of the former Mud Lane Lane, the characters standing in the middle of the bridge are very similar.

But Chen Pingan is not sure if it is the same person.

The man looked up and yawned and said slowly: "The scholar named Qi Jingchun said that he is very disappointed with the world. Then what about you?"

After Chen Ping’s opening, he had difficulty breathing and gritted his teeth.

Soon after, he heard his own heartbeat again. If someone slammed the drums, the boy's face was red, and he reached out and grabbed his heart.

The man of God shook the spring drum and told him that the spring is coming.

The drum does not ring, spring does not come.

The man waved his hand and shook his big sleeves like a galaxy.

On the stone arch bridge, the young babies of the chicken and glutinous rice woke up, turned their heads and looked at it, and the basket was honestly placed beside them.

The young boy said: "Come again?!"

Chen Pingan gave himself a slap in the face and hurt.

Panic and stood up, ran off the basket.

Chen Pingan ran back to the Mud Lane, opened the courtyard door and found a place near the courtyard door. A lychee lay flat.

I thought that the girl could really run.

Chen Pingan put down his back, then sat at the door of the courtyard and wiped the sweat.

A touch of red ran from the end of the mud bottle.

The little girl was sweating, and after seeing Chen Ping, she grinned.

She smashed the lychee and panted, and fished out a bag of bright green leaves from the waist.

After Chen Pingan took over, he looked down and compared to the eucalyptus leaves that Mr. Qi took him to ask for. Although these eucalyptus leaves are also green, the veins are already yellow and long-lasting, and there is no green fluorescent light. .

Chen Ping looked at the red cotton python that looked around and smiled and reached out.

The little girl looked blank.

Chen Ping did not withdraw his hand.

After insisting for a moment, she looked angrily out of the last leaf from the embroidered bag and slammed it on Chen Ping’s palm.

Chen Pingan continued to stretch his hand.

She swelled up to help, turned and did not know where to find a leaf, crying and face to Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan held back the smile and put the eight leaves together, but took out three of them and handed them to the little girl of the cotton-padded cotton. They said softly, "Give it to you."

The little girl has not taken the eucalyptus leaves, and the black grapes are like watery eyes, full of doubts.

Chen Pingan licked the head of Xiao Xiaotou. Wen Sheng explained: "It is different for you to hide in advance and give it to you afterwards. Don't forget, and promise others, you must do it." ”

Chen Ping looked at the innocent and innocent face and smiled: "If you work hard, you can't do it, remember to say hello."

Although the little girl thinks that he is quite reasonable, but he has no face, so he makes all the wrinkles and smacks, and drums: "How do you like Mr. Qi Qi like this. I don't like you. It!"

Chen Pingan laughed and said, "I will help you move the lychee to your home. I am very strong. It is enough to run."

The tired little cotton-padded girl, suddenly her eyes lit up, and her eyes narrowed into a crescent moon. "Then I can like you for a while!"