Chapter five hundred and ninety-four the old and the young
Before the summer solstice, Chen Pingan hardly left home and spent nearly ten hours a day practicing Qi.
Ning Yao was even more exaggerated and went into seclusion directly.
As soon as there is a message about the flying sword from Ning Mansion, Fan Dache will go to Ning Mansion to practice. Either he will be punched by Chen Ping'an, or he will be hit by Yan Zhuo or Dong Heitan's flying sword. Chen Sanqiu cannot take action, so he has to carry Fan Dache home. Yan
Zhuo and Dong Huafu each have swords with purple electricity and red makeup. Once they draw their swords, Fan Dache will be even worse. Now Fan Dache only hates that his qualifications are too poor. He only has "Da Che" but no "Great Enlightenment", and he still can't break through. Chen Ping'an said
As long as he, Fan Dache, reaches the golden elixir level, his sword training will come to an end, and then he will go to the wine shop and sing a few times, and he will be done.
How can it be so easy for a Longmen realm sword cultivator in the Great Wall of Sword Qi to break through the bottleneck and become a golden elixir? For a sword cultivator in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it is like a real crowning ceremony.
The reason why the Great Wall of Sword Qi has become the strongest place for sword cultivators in the world, and can also attract waves of sword cultivators from all over the world to come here to hone their skills, is naturally a mystery. It is that sword cultivators here are like pure martial artists.
If you are punched and don't stop for a moment, you will have an excellent foundation in the realm. A solid foundation means that the bottleneck of breaking through the realm is greater. If there is a big road pressing on your shoulders, you must not straighten your back.
The same Fan Dache, the same Longmen realm, if he goes to the Hanging Mountain in the vast world, it will be much easier to break through the realm. However, if he breaks through the realm in this way, the level of the golden elixir will be much worse. In the long run, the gain will not be worth the loss. Unless those who are in Sword Qi
Only those Earthly Immortal monks who really have no hope of breaking through the Great Wall will go to Daoxuan Mountain to practice for a period of time and try their luck. After all, after the Golden Elixir, every time you reach a higher level, you will actually live a hundred or even a thousand years.
However, it is an iron rule of the Great Wall of Sword Qi that monks under the golden elixir are not allowed to go to Daoxuan Mountain to practice, in order to completely kill the luck of the young sword cultivator. So Ning Yao ran away from home and secretly went to Daoxuan Mountain.
, even with Ning Yao's qualifications, there is no need to take any shortcuts, but the criticism is still huge. But the boss swordsman turned a blind eye to this, and A Liang secretly escorted her and followed Ning Yao all the way.
When they arrived at the Capture and Fang Pavilion in Daixuan Mountain, the others only complained a few words, and no swordsman actually tried to stop Ning Yao.
In the recent martial arts performances, Chen Ping'an teamed up with Fan Dache, Yan Zhuo, and Dong Huafu. They used their natal flying swords casually, but did not wear swords. The four of them only used wooden sticks as swords. The way to determine the winner was also very strange. Someone had the wooden sword first.
Both sides lost. As a result, almost all the piles of wooden sticks placed on the martial arts field were used by Fan Dache. This was the result of Chen Pingan's rescue of Fan Dache again and again.
No matter what, Fan Dache was finally able to leave Ning Mansion standing up. Every time before going home, he would go to the wine shop to drink the cheapest Zhuhai Dongtian wine.
Chen Sanqiu would also chat with Fan Dache about the gains and losses of sword practice and the flaws in sword shooting. When Fan Dache was drinking, he listened to the careful instructions from his good friend, his eyes bright.
Especially Chen Ping'an's suggestion that the four of them work together to fight against the senior swordsman Nalan Yexing made Fan Dache even more eager to give it a try.
Yan Zhuo's silk and satin shop, in addition to selling more than a hundred Sword Immortal seals one after another, also released a brand new book of Jian Sword Immortal seals, and there was also a bonus bamboo fan with the seal
Some private seals that are not included in the seals of the Emperor Jianxian, such as the bamboo fan bones and fan surfaces are still made of ordinary materials, and the skills are only used in the poems, lines, and seal scripts.
Just like the large and small restaurants are forced to hang couplets by Diezhang Winery, Jianqi Great Wall and the large and small cloth shops and satin shops are also forced to give away some folding fans, powder sachets and other exquisite items to Yan Zhuo's shop. They are just guests, especially
Those wealthy women who come from well-off families and have no shortage of private money don't seem to like other shops. In fact, many women may not really like the seals and folding fans of Yan's shop, but only a few women, including Li Cai,
The Sword Immortal and many women from wealthy families all visited Yan's shop. It seemed that if women didn't go there to buy something, they would have to pay attention to others. How could this be done?
Not only that, but for the first time, some of the usually dull-looking old men, who had heard something after drinking at Diezhang Liquor Shop, actually came to Yan’s shop by themselves or invited their family members to go to Yan’s shop.
I bought some exquisite silks and satins that I didn’t see much of, and gave them to my women along with the folding fans. Many women actually felt that the purchase was expensive, but when they looked at the expectations in the eyes of the dull men at home, they could only say that they liked it.
.Afterwards, in your free time, in the middle of summer, to escape the heat and enjoy the coolness, open the folding fan and enjoy the cool breeze. Take a look at the beautiful words on the fan. If you don’t understand, ask others quietly. Once you understand the meaning, you will feel that it is really good.
Chen Ping'an finished his Qi refining that day, took a walk in the night, and came to the Dragon-Zhanying Pavilion alone.
Ning Yao is currently in seclusion in a secret room. Before the seclusion, Ning Yao didn't say much. He only said that he didn't want to break through the realm and become Nascent Soul. Anyway, there was no risk.
Chen Ping'an will stay at the Sword Qi Great Wall for at least five years. If the war still hasn't started by then, he will have to rush back to Aquarius Continent. After all, there are a lot of things going on in his hometown of Luoluo Mountain, and he needs to leave immediately.
Return to the Xuanxuan Mountain. Today's cross-continental flying sword communication, the Sword Qi Great Wall and the Xuanxuan Mountain are both very strictly controlled. It requires two hands to verify that both are correct before there is a chance to send or get it. This is for Chen Pingan
, it will be particularly troublesome.
It's not that we can't find the right time to go to Daoxuan Mountain, and then hand over the secret letter and family letters to Old Dragon City's Fan family's Osmanthus Island, or Sun Jiashu's Mountain Turtle. Generally speaking, the two sides are not breaking the rules, and they can win the treasure vase.
Zhou will help forward it to Luopo Mountain. Now Chen Ping'an, it is not too difficult to accomplish this, and of course there will be a price. Otherwise, the inspection of Feijian at the Jianqi Great Wall and Daoxuan Mountain will become a big deal.
It’s a joke. Being a swordsman and a Taoist king is just a show-off. But Chen Ping’an is not afraid of paying the necessary price, but he doesn’t want to involve the Fan family and the Sun family too much with Luoluo Mountain outside of their fair and honest business.
If someone is doing business with Luopo Mountain with good intentions, he, the owner of Luopo Mountain, cannot be dragged into many whirlpools before the dividends are distributed.
Chen Pingan walked down Dragon Dragon Cliff and returned to the small house. Originally, there was only a side room with a seal table. Now there is an extra table. It is a map of Longquan County and the kiln affairs supervisor's office drawn by Chen Pingan.
When the officials saw it, they would probably be unhappy. Because on this map, all the Longquan kilns, Tiankui kiln, Xingdou kiln, Wenchang kiln, Wulong kiln, Chongxiao kiln, Huahua kiln, large and small, are accurately drawn.
There are also two booklets on the table, both handwritten by Chen Ping'an. One records the historical inheritance of all Long Kiln entrances, and the other records the origins and circulation of a total of fourteen major surnames in the town. Both are written in small regular script, densely packed.
It is estimated that the Huaihuang County Government Office and the Dali Xingbu Government Office would not be happy if they saw this.
Many records were written by Chen Pingan based on his memory, and most of the secret files were secretly collected bit by bit through Luolu Mountain in the past few years.
Chen Ping'an put his hands in his sleeves and shook his body gently back and forth, staring at the map.
Without turning his head, he stretched out his sleeves and opened the pages of one of the books with two fingers. It was Zhengyang Mountain. He glanced at it and turned it again. It was the Xu family of Qingfeng City.
They are all old acquaintances.
The eighteen generations of ancestors are all clearly recorded in the books. It is estimated that Chen Ping'an knows the details of their respective mountains and families better than the direct descendants of these two wealthy immortal families.
These are two main volumes that have been roughly completed, and there will be two supplementary volumes with more text content. One is about the sale of natal porcelain in Long Kiln, and the Aquarius Island immortals who may be the buyers.
Family, Bizhou sect, in addition to the Ma family in Xinghua Lane, which seems to be the lowest level of the market, there is also the Qionglin sect, who is aloof and can use money to communicate with gods. When I write about the Qionglin sect in Luzhou, Beiju, I can't avoid it.
Starting with Xu Xuan, and then He Xiaoliang, the leader of the Qingliang Sect, it also involves the Shen Gao Sect, the leader of the immortal family on the Aquarius Island Mountain. The other book is about the wealthy people in the small town and the Qiansi of the many immortal families outside the Lizhu Cave.
Wanli, the two volumes will naturally be intertwined and implicated in each other.
Chen Pingan walked out of the house, and Nalan Yexing stood at the door, looking a little solemn and a little angry, because beside the old man stood an unnamed disciple, Cui Wei, a Jindan sword cultivator who was born and raised in the Jianqi Great Wall.
Nalan's night-walking murderous intent was so intense that he seemed to be tempted to kill this man on the spot if he couldn't help it.
Chen Ping'an understood clearly and smiled at the old man: "Grandpa Nalan doesn't have to blame himself so much. When I have time in the future, I will have a heart-to-heart talk with Grandpa Nalan."
Nalan Yexing nodded, turned to Cui Wei and said: "From tonight on, you and I, Nalan Yexing, will no longer have the slightest bit of master-disciple friendship."
Cui Wei looked indifferent and just cupped his fists to apologize to the swordsman.
As for what Cui Wei is thinking at the moment, a person who has been able to endure it until now will definitely not reveal it at all.
Nalan's night walk passed by in a flash.
Chen Ping'an moved two chairs out, and Cui Wei sat down gently, "Mr. Chen should have guessed it."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I was a little suspicious at the beginning, because the surname is too eye-catching. Once I was bitten by a snake, I was afraid of well ropes for ten years, so I couldn't help but think more about it. But after such a long period of observation, my original suspicion has subsided.
Most likely, after all, you have never left the Great Wall of Sword Qi. It is hard to believe that someone can be so forbearing, and I can’t understand why you are willing to pay so much. So, can it be said that the real preacher who first led you to the path of spiritual practice?
, is it a chess piece that Cui Han placed on the Sword Qi Great Wall a long time ago?"
Cui Wei nodded, "Mr. Chen's guess is correct. It's not just me, almost everyone who is unwilling to admit the existence of spies, such as the Huangzhou in Dayuling Lane, and the path of cultivation all originated from inconspicuous people.
Accidents leave no trace, so we are completely kept in the dark even from the beginning. From then on, what we should do and what we should say are all under extremely subtle control. Eventually, one day, Cui Wei, for example, I will suddenly learn
Someone who meets the code's instructions will voluntarily enter the Ning Mansion to reveal his identity to Mr. Chen."
Cui Wei said straightforwardly: "Even if Mr. Chen asked me about the past, I would not talk about it. If I did, it would be meaningless. The first person to preach for Cui Wei had already died in the southern battlefield. Cui Wei visited Ning Mansion today.
Let me tell you one thing. From now on, Mr. Chen only needs to leave the secret letters sent to Aquarius Island to Cui Wei. Of course, Mr. Chen can choose to believe it or not."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Of course I don't believe you, and I won't give you any letters. But don't worry, your Cui Wei is of no use or harm to the Ning Mansion now, and I won't do anything unnecessary. In the future, Cui Wei will still be Cui Wei, but he will go less often.
It’s just the implication of Nalan Yexing’s anonymous disciple.”
Cui Wei took out a pebble from his sleeve and handed it to Chen Ping'an. The golden elixir sword cultivator didn't say a word.
Chen Pingan took over and found out that Cui Dongshan had picked up the stones from the Yuying Cliff Creek in Chunlu Garden.
Chen Ping'an took the stone, put it in his sleeve, and said with a smile: "In the future, when you and I meet, we won't be in Ning Mansion. Try to go to the wine shop as much as possible. Of course, you and I should try to meet less often, so as not to make people suspicious. I only need to ask for something."
You will slightly move your "Nothing" sign on Cui Wei. From next month, I will not talk about myself having nothing to do with drinking with friends. If I want to send and receive letters, I will first move the "Nothing" sign, and then I will only
I will show up to meet you on the first day of the Lunar New Year. If there are no exceptions, the next month will be postponed to the second day of the Lunar New Year. If there are exceptions, I will also greet you when I meet you. Generally speaking, I will send you letters during the year.
Two letters at most are enough. If there is a better way to contact you or if you have any concerns, you can come up with a charter and tell me back."
"remember."
Cui Wei stood up and left silently.
Chen Pingan stood up without seeing him off.
Nalan Yexing appeared under the eaves and sighed: "I know people, I know their faces, but I don't know their hearts."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You should be glad that there is one less 'bad case' around you."
There is no need to say anything nice for Cui Wei or help Nalan Ye Xing scold Cui Wei.
Nalan Yexing smiled bitterly and even sighed.
Chen Pingan led the old man to the opposite wing, and the old man took out two bottles of wine. It didn't matter if there were no food to accompany the wine.
After listening to Chen Ping'an's general introduction to the interrogation game at Shujian Lake, it's useless to talk about many of the inside stories. Generally speaking, it was just to make the old man feel at ease, so it's not surprising that he lost to Cui Chan.
Nalan Ye Xing couldn't help but drink an extra bottle of wine, and finally asked: "It's so bad, how did my uncle get through it?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Didn't Grandpa Nalan already tell you the answer?"
Nalan Yexing was stunned for a long time, then understood and laughed heartily.
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The Great Wall of Jianqi is in the scorching summer, but the Longquan County of Aquarius Continent, which is vast in the world, has received its first heavy snow since the beginning of winter.
The Luopo Mountain Patriarch Hall is not on the main peak, and is some distance away from the residence. However, Chen Nuanshu would go to the Jise Peak Patriarch Hall every half day, open the door, and wipe and clean it carefully.
Today, Pei Qian and Zhou Mili followed Chen Nuanshu, saying they wanted to help. On the way there, Pei Qian stretched out his hand, and the right protector of Luo Po Mountain respectfully held up his hiking stick with both hands. Pei Qian used crazy sword skills to break the snowflakes.
countless.
Arriving at the outer gate of the Patriarch's Hall, Pei Qian stood on the steps with a sword in both hands and looked around. It was snowing heavily and her master was not on Mount Luolu. She, the founding disciple, felt an invincible loneliness.
Chen Nuanshu, who was carrying a small bucket, took out the key and opened the door. Behind the door was a large patio, and beyond that was the Ancestral Hall, which was open. Zhou Mili took the bucket, took a deep breath, and used his natal magic power.
, running wildly in the snow-covered patio, shaking the bucket with both hands, and soon a bucket of water came out. He raised it high and handed it to Chen Nuanshu who was standing high up. Chen Nuanshu was about to cross the threshold.
Going to the Patriarch Hall where the portraits were hung and the seats were placed, Pei Qian suddenly grabbed Chen Nuanshu and pulled her behind him. Pei Qian bent down slightly, holding a hiking stick, and stared at the Patriarch Hall.
Place it near the center chair at the front.
That chair is his master's chair.
There were ripples, and then an old gentleman wearing a Confucian shirt and white beard and hair appeared out of thin air.
Pei Qian looked at the thin old man in a daze.
The world is filled with thousands of lights like stars.
It was a state of mind that she had never seen before. It was endless as far as the eye could see. It seemed that no matter how hard she opened her eyes to look, the scenery was endless.
The old scholar stood next to the chair, with three hanging portraits high up behind him. Looking at the much taller girl outside the door, he felt a lot of emotion.
It's not in vain that I risked my old face, borrowed things from others, and made bets with others.
After all, he is still his disciple, and he will never let his husband and senior brother down.
Pei Qian asked: "Master Literary Saint?"
The old scholar was stunned for a moment. He had never been called that before. He asked curiously: "Why old master?"
Pei Qian said seriously: "It seems to be extra senior."
The old scholar twirled his beard and smiled, nodding slightly, "This is very kind."
A certain knowledge in my own lineage, a secret that can only be understood and not passed on, has been carried forward so quickly?
Pei Qian glanced at the hanging portrait at the top, looked away, and said loudly: "Master Literary Saint, a living person like you seems to be more majestic than the hanging portrait!"
Chen Nuanshu blinked his eyes and said nothing.
Zhou Mili tilted her head, frowned hard, and glanced back and forth between the hanging portrait and the old scholar. She really didn't notice.
The old scholar coughed a few times, pulled his collar, straightened his back, and asked, "Seriously?"
Pei Qian nodded vigorously, curled his neck, shook his head left and right, looked left and right, stood on his heels and looked up and down, and finally nodded and said: "It's absolutely true, it's absolutely right! Even the big white goose praises me for my ability to spot people and thieves!"
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The old scholar smiled from ear to ear and asked the three little girls to sit down. Anyway, they all had seats here. The old scholar lowered his voice and said: "You three little girls only need to know that I went to Luopo Mountain.
Yes, please don’t tell anyone else.”
Pei Qian coughed and said, "Nuanshu, rice grains!"
Chen Nuanshu immediately nodded and said: "Okay."
Zhou Mili carried the hiking pole "gifted" from Pei Qian, straightened his chest and closed his mouth tightly.
From now on, she will be a mute. Besides, she is originally a big water monster from Mute Lake.
The old scholar walked slowly in the Patriarch Hall, Chen Nuanshu started cleaning the chairs one by one, Pei Qian stood next to his chair, and Zhou Mili wanted to sit there with a small note on the right to protect the Dharma.
On the seat, Pei Qian glared at him and showed no courtesy. The elders of his master came here. The old gentleman didn't even sit down, so you sat down. Zhou Mili stood up immediately, feeling a little aggrieved in his heart.
Didn't this mean that the old gentleman knew who he really was?
The old scholar saw it in his eyes, smiled on his face, and said nothing.
To be able to lead Pei Qian step by step on the road today, my retreating disciple spent a lot of energy on it. It is even more valuable to teach him so well.
This is actually the third time that the old scholar has come to Luopo Mountain. The previous two times, he came and went in a hurry, but never set foot here. After this time, he was busy and hardworking again.
Previously, the old man secretly went to a small town school, where he stood in a certain position.
Looking up, in the early years, there should have been a little girl in a red cotton coat sitting in this classroom, sitting upright, seemingly paying attention to the class, but in fact she was wandering thousands of miles away.
There will be Lin Shouyi who is attentive and attentive. Wherever the teacher talks, he will think of it.
There will be chickens pecking at rice and Li Huai taking a nap.
Zhao Yao, who must have been unable to imagine his future at that time, would one day leave his husband's side, travel far away in an ox cart, and eventually travel to the Divine Continent of Middle Earth alone.
There will be a wise and foolish Dong Shuijing, and a little girl wearing a goat's horn.
The old man was standing over there at that time, and he also thought of a registered disciple, Ma Zhan, who was similar to Mao Xiaodong. He made one wrong step and made another wrong step. After he suddenly realized that he had the chance to repent, he was only willing to die to clarify his ambition.
The old man discovered that in the end, it seemed that all the faults were his own. As a gentleman who preached, taught, and solved doubts, he did not impart enough knowledge to his disciples, and it was even worse to teach his disciples how to settle down and live their lives.
The old scholar bowed his head and twirled his beard, which made him even more worried.
It was only today that when he arrived at the Patriarch's Hall of Luo Lu Mountain where he closed his discipleship, the tall hanging statues, well-ordered chairs, bright and clean windows, and spotless appearance, especially when he saw three lively and lovely little girls, made the old man smile a little.
But the old scholar felt more and more guilty. Why was his portrait hanging at the top? How much had he done for his disciples, a bastard of a gentleman? Did he teach his students carefully and explain their doubts in detail? Did he?
Like Cui Zhang, who takes him with him and travels thousands of miles together? Are there people like Mao Xiaodong and Ma Zhan who can ask the teacher if they have any doubts in their hearts? In addition to a few words, they vaguely instilled the feelings of a young man.
The theory of sequence made the disciples feel trapped and full of thoughts at a young age. At that time, they could only talk drunkenly. How could they become other people's teachers?
Some knowledge, if you get involved early, it is as difficult as entering a mountain and moving it.
The old gentleman felt extremely guilty.
At that time in the school, the old man turned his head and looked outside, as if there was a child with a sallow face and thin skin, standing on tiptoes outside the window sill. The child opened his eyes wide, raised his ears, listened to the sound of books, smelled the fragrance of books, and looked inside.
Mr. student, the child standing alone outside the school, with a pair of clean eyes full of longing.
In the rest of his life, that child might be carrying a big basket on his back while collecting herbs on the mountain. He would be brave enough to shout out the words "In the beginning, human nature is good" without understanding its meaning, and recite it happily on the way down the mountain.
"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is wild", between going up and down the mountain, exposed to the sun and sweating profusely, the children hid in the shade of the trees to rest, playing with grass by themselves, winning or losing, they raised their hands high and shouted.
If you win, you will be a little childlike.
There are many sufferings in the world, and it is not uncommon for children to live like this.
It's just that at a young age, I can tolerate it on my own, but it's rare.
The old scholar even regretted the words he said to Chen Ping'an. The young man's shoulders should carry the willows Yiyi and the grass growing Yingfei.
Telling children like Pei Qian and the others that there is no problem, but saying this to Chen Pingan, is it too much to stand and talk without back pain?
But the old scholar thought again and looked at Luo Luoshan today. It seemed that the words he had spoken to that straw-shoe boy in his early years were the right thing to do.
Finally, Pei Qian and the others found that the old gentleman who had come all the way was sitting on the chair closest to the threshold. He sat there quietly and looked up at the three hanging portraits.
Instead of looking at the portrait of himself in the middle, he looked at the portrait of Cui Cheng for a long time, nodded slightly, and murmured words that no one could really hear. Finally, the old gentleman kept looking at the portrait of his disciple, silently.
Voice.
The old gentleman said to himself: "Maybe he said: 'How about repaying evil with kindness?'"
The old man asked himself and answered: "The Master said: 'How to repay kindness? Repay evil with straightness, repay kindness with kindness.'"
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A cross-continental ferry from Aquarius Continent to Osmanthus Island disembarked a pair of swordsmen and apprentices whose hometown was Luzhou in Beiju.
Perhaps you still don’t know that the master is the Sword Immortal in green shirt, but he is now famous in many alleys of the Sword Qi Great Wall for no apparent reason.