Sword of Coming

The heavy rain slammed on the bamboo rafts of the two men.

Chen Pingan said: "This scorpion is very ordinary, just ordinary jade."

Aliang stared at a serious boy, as if he heard the biggest joke in the sky, licking his teeth, and finally resisted not laughing. "You said no."

Chen Ping’s forehead oozing sweat, but it was quickly washed away by the rain splashing on his face. Looking at the man, he asked, “What do you want?”

Aliang smiled and asked: "Do you think you are going to die?"

At this moment, Chen Pingan suddenly felt desperate.

Because the master has come and gone.

The man in front of him is still standing in front of his own eyes.

A Liang is still the smiling A Liang, leaning against the green bamboo knife.

The man smiled at the teenager, the tall man, the thin clothes, the sturdy sandals, and of course the jasper scorpion that painted the finishing touch.

If he remembers correctly, the scorpion is engraved with eight small characters that are beautiful and bright.

Chen Ping’s lips were blue and green, and the voice trembled and asked: "Can you let them go?"

Aliang does not speak.

Chen Pingan lights up and stays up all night before leaving, and imagines all the difficulties as much as possible. He did not think about it. When he went to the Cliff College to study, he would encounter big and small ridges on the road, because it was his enemy, the bright face. There are Yunxia Mountain, Laolong City and Zhengyang Mountain. All of them are the gods in the mountains, but they all have a big enemy of life and death, so Chen Pingan is very worried that because of his own sake, he is tired of the young girl. The road to school.

On that day, I talked to Li Baobo about how difficult it was to go into the mountains when I was a child. It’s not that teenagers want to complain, they want to put on the prestige of the little teacher, but Chen Ping wants to tell the little girl that they have moved. Going to the college of Daxie, the distance is definitely farther than when he went to the mountains to collect medicine. If one day he is gone, there is no way to stay with her, and Li Baobo wants to go there to study, just because she has no confidence in herself, then Chen Ping hopes that she can go a few steps in the same way that year. Walking, maybe you will come.

However, when these words came to my lips, Chen Pingan suddenly felt that the two talents had started to travel. It was too embarrassing and unlucky to say that, so only half of it was said, and the other half was swallowed back to the stomach and changed to hope her. Can be the first little master, Mr. It is both auspiciousness and Chen’s expectation for the little girl.

A Liang smiled and said: "Retreat 10,000 steps and say that the scorpion is an ordinary literary ornament, and it does not belong to you. Retreat one hundred steps and say, I don't believe that Qi Jingchun solemnly saves his life for so many years, there will be no hidden mystery. For example, it is actually a little hole in the unknown, or a land of feng shui that has become a qualification for the blessing of the land. If you only take a step back, it will be even worse. It may be a token of the word of the fire. Like the Taoist three main veins of the religious beliefs, a peach, a feather and a crown. If true, the scorpion is really Mr. Qi Jingchun's token, Chen Ping, do you think it is appropriate to wear it on your head?"

Chen Pingan answered the question: "Aliang, can you let Li Baobo and Li Wei?"

Aliang smiled and asked: "How do you know that I promised you and will not regret it afterwards?"

Chen Ping’s toes are moving.

A Liang’s hands clasped his chest and smiled and said: “There are no impulsive actions for the younger generations. Let’s not just make sense. If the truth doesn’t make sense, then it’s not too late.”

Chen Pingan silently, his face pale.

Aliang looked up and down a teenager. "It's a bit like it."

Aliang converges with jokes and reaches out. "Hand over the scorpion, I won't kill them."

Chen Ping’s fingers trembled.

Aliang said slowly: "This is the relic of Qi Jingchun's husband. This is also the relic of Qi Jingchun."

Chen Ping raised his arm and reached to the top of his head.

A Liang smiled and said: "You broke your throat by hand, I will not kill you. I never lie."

Chen Pingan suddenly stopped his hand, took a deep breath and pulled back, such as fighting to start.

Aliang asked: "You feel that you are dead anyway, I will let Li Bao bottle them, so if you die, you have to give it a try. Can you protect this scorpion with the ability?"

Chen Pingan said nothing, and when he stepped on the ground in two steps, he rushed to the front of Aliang and punched it out.

The next moment, Chen Pingan suddenly found that there was no Aliang figure in front of him.

Chen Pingan turned his body rigidly, and it was not a problem. The fighting man stood there, but he had a scorpion in his hand.

Aliang sighed and seemed to have little interest in the scorpion. He reached out and handed it to the teenager. "Get it back."

Chen Pingan carefully took the first few steps and took the jasper scorpion from him. In a moment, the boy only felt a sinking head. It turned out that the man was gently pressed on his head with one hand, and the two stood side by side, but only The two are facing the opposite. The man who has been showing his face as a sigh has been sighing. "Chen Pingan, don't do stupid things in the future. How can there be dead things under the sun, which is more important than human life? Be sure to live, even if there is no way to live well, you must live. There is no greater reason under the sun."

The fighting man patted Chen Ping’s head and looked up at the dark sky. He smiled and said: “You have to know that no matter how valuable this scorpion is, how meaningful it is. Since Qi Jingchun is willing to give it to you, it must be believed. You, so as long as you need to make a life-and-death decision, you must choose a student, you can not choose to die. Zhuangzhuang is violent and dead, impassioned to die, romantic and free to die, but death is dead."

The fighting man retracted his hand. "Qi Jingchun is very disappointed with this world. It is his business. You are Chen You is, you don't learn him. You haven't really seen the good and bad of this world. Life is not full, always Chitose. Worry, that is what they read, I am not a scholar, and you are not safe for the time being, so..."

The man did not say the original content after "so", but whispered: "Chen Ping, believe in my vision, you can go a long way in the future, and even farther than Qi Jingchun."

Younger young asked, "Why?"

The man's palms gently rubbed the knife handle and smiled: "Because I am Aliang."

The two eventually went silent together and walked down the mountain.

Chen Ping asked: "Two people on the hillside?"

Aliang thought for a moment, "Dead?"

Chen Ping’s words and thoughts stopped, and I thought about it. I still didn’t ask the question on this question. I changed the subject and asked, “Why don’t you take the donkey?”

Aliang’s mouth twitched and lamented: “After the scorpion got the hand, I realized that it was only a 10,000 step back than I imagined. It’s even worse. It’s just a few thousand steps. It’s really just a broken scorpion. Then what do I want it to do?"

The teenager can't speak.

Aliang shook his head: "The real scholars are poor, you will understand later. I have long thought of it. According to the temper of the old man of moral forest, and the temper of Qi Jingchun, it is normal to pass down such a common scorpion. ”

Aliang suddenly turned his head and smiled. "Do you know, you took what I thought was the thing in the bag. Do you know how many roads I have gone for?"

There was a rain in the bucket, and the boy was confused.

A Liang said with anger: "I even have a word in a certain place, but in the end, when I run around, the result is such a bleak picture, so you have to thank me for not killing. what."

Aliang said to himself: "If you don't have the ability to write two or three words in the future, see if I don't cut you."

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Aliang, can you say something that I can understand?"

"sure."

Aliang haha ​​smiled: "My name is Aliang, kind and good."

Chen Pingan helped him to finish the next sentence, "I am a swordsman."

At this moment, Aliang’s mouth curled up and a slap in the shoulder of the boy’s shoulder. “That’s it!”

Chen Pingan is even more puzzled, "Well?"

Aliang has already opened the subject. "After sending a thousand miles, I will send you a different one. I will send you to the border of Dalat and leave. I believe that by that time, your children will be able to go to school in a refreshing and refreshing way. After the smog, you have to ask for more blessings. Can you take them to the Dagushan Cliff College, and then you can live back to Dalong Longquan County, and look at your own skills."

Chen Pingan suddenly said: "Thank you."

From the first meeting, until now, the boy began to completely trust this man who claimed to be Aliang.

Aliang shook his head and said: "Nothing, I am just making up for my own owed and have little to do with you."

Many years ago, there was a young school-aged lang who was surnamed Qi. After reading and reading, he said that he wanted to go with him. The swordsman named Aliang did not nod.

The man felt that if he had a little patience at the time, the boy would not go to this step today.

A Liang finally said: "Chen Ping, do you know?"

The teenager said: "What?"

Aliang’s heart is long-lasting: “I will be respected by my peers in the future.”

The young curious asked: "Have you played Zhuhe?"

Aliang has some headaches.

I think this guy is more annoying than Qi Jingchun.