At the New Year's Eve shop in Qilong Lane, the white-haired boy sitting at the door basking in the sun looked a little listless. When he saw Chen Ping'an, who came here to check the accounts, he just called out "Yinguan Patriarch" in a muffled voice.
Compared with the past, it is slightly different. In the two adjacent shops, there is a "long wooden bench" which is most common in rural villages. Neighbors can have a place to stay and chat together if they have something to do.
Chen Ping'an sat aside, shook his green shirt and long coat, crossed his legs, and asked with a leisurely expression: "Do you want to go to Tongyezhou to practice? There is a small cave over there. How about Bai Xuan and Cheng Chaolu?"
As a child, you are all practicing swordsmanship here. I can ask Cui Dongshan to build a dojo and mansion for you. I will pay for it. The entire sect's territory, hundreds of miles in radius, is now your own territory. When you get there,
, if you are interested, you can also give some advice on Cheng Chaolu's practice. There is a little girl named Chai Wu among them, who has excellent Taoist qualifications. She is Wei Xian's founding disciple. You have a lot of knowledge, and I think you will have no problem teaching anyone who likes it.
On the top of the mountain, you tell Cui Dongshan that it is my wish to allocate it to you directly. It will be regarded as the first peak without holding a celebration. The identity of the genealogy at the Qingping Peak Ancestral Hall is to be enshrined as a guest. It is up to you to choose.
In the future, if you meet someone with good qualifications and want to recruit a disciple, you can feel free to do so."
Because of Bai Jing's arrival, the side of Qilong Lane can easily attract the prying eyes of some interested people. On the other hand, the side of Qingping Sword Sect can hide people better.
A sword cultivator at the peak of the Ascension Realm, especially a wild demon clan who has lived for ten thousand years, is far more attractive than a new sect, both in terms of identity and strength.
The white-haired boy still couldn't cheer up and said sickly: "The road is too far to go."
"It's good to be a handyman disciple here. You're already familiar with it. It's better to go over there and start all over again. It's even more troublesome to go over there and teach people Taoism and boxing. I'm not good at it."
"Ancestor Yin Guan, you can't like the new and dislike the old. It's just that there are a few more people like Cui Peanut and Xie Gou. Just drive me away. If you don't say anything else, I am loyal and loyal. There is no semicolon."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Since you don't want to move, forget it."
The white-haired boy sniffed, looked left and right, and furtively took out a booklet from his sleeve, "Fist manual, living. There are thirty-six pictures in total, that is, thirty-six fist moves, the end of Qingming's world."
Countless martial arts masters, best-in-class products, and average boxing moves are not qualified to be recorded. How picky someone is, you know better than me."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It would have been useful if you gave it to me a few years ago, but now it doesn't mean much."
Having said that, Chen Pingan put his hand into his sleeve without even looking at it.
This sentence is not entirely about getting cheap and being good. Just like Pushan's boxing skills from the Six Immortal Pictures, the benefit of Chen Pingan's boxing skills today is actually extremely limited. If he didn't need to teach boxing to others, Chen Pingan might not be able to teach boxing to others.
I would put so much effort into perfecting and improving Pushan Boxing principles, trying to lower the threshold for ordinary martial artists to learn boxing, and then compile it into a book.
It seems that the more you learn boxing, the higher your level is, and the more you can feel the value of Shanshanquan.
Of course, Chen Pingan also wants to compile a boxing manual that is completely his own, so that pure martial arts disciples of the two sects can follow this boxing manual in the next ten years, hundreds of years, and thousands of years, gradually practice, steadily climb higher, and then reach the top of Mount Pu
Like the Yuncaotang, the descendants of later generations can continuously improve their boxing skills and become better than their masters.
Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "Have you ever heard of alternative views on the third level of Wu Fu's End?"
The white-haired boy shook his head, "I'm not a martial arts practitioner, so you can't tell me this. I guess if you did, I probably wouldn't take it seriously."
Chen Ping'an apologized: "We shouldn't talk about this."
The white-haired boy grinned, "You don't look like the Yinguan ancestor anymore."
After Guizhen, from the ninth level of martial arts to the final level of Qi Sheng, he still attaches great importance to it, especially Qi Sheng.
When a martial artist reaches the level of returning to his true nature, he needs to melt his martial arts experience, stances, and boxing skills into one furnace, seeking the word "condensation" to realize the phrase "returning to his original nature."
As for what "magic arrival" means? Chen Ping'an is still groping, and he can only figure it out on his own. There is no other way. Back then, when he was practicing boxing on the second floor of the bamboo building, the old man never talked about it, and the words he occasionally mentioned were also
Most of them are unpleasant words. For example, how dare you, a waste like Chen Ping'an, who has a body like paper and a mind as pulpy as paste, to expect to be in the ten realms on the top of the mountain? Can you break it in half and become the fifth realm in this life?
Warrior, it’s time to burn some incense...
In Chen Ping'an's view, Zhu Lian was lying in the far-traveling realm every day, and ended up thinking about the mysteries and barriers of the Guizhen level all day long.
The punches are light and heavy, but the methods are not superior or inferior.
Ordinary people don't have enough confidence to say this truth.
But Zhu Lian doesn't need to speak, that's the truth.
After all, he was the first madman in the history of Ouhua Blessed Land to slaughter all the other nine people in the world.
Zhu Lian's spirit was so high and his state of mind was so broad that even Chen Ping'an didn't dare to say that he could see it clearly.
The white-haired boy changed from sitting to squatting, which may have made him look taller. After that, the two of them were silent, lazily basking in the warm sunshine of early spring.
Chen Pingan's mind wandered thousands of miles, and his thoughts were like stepping on the rind of a watermelon, thinking of where he was.
Zen Buddhism has always had two theories: "pressing on the head" and "original appearance".
Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered the many broken statues of gods in the Immortal Tomb back then.
There seems to be a statue of a three-headed, six-armed god who casts magic among them.
Shaking his sleeves, Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and meditated for a moment. After opening his eyes, he hesitated for a moment and did not get up. He just sat and made Taoist formulas and seals at an extremely fast speed. There were more than twenty types in the blink of an eye.
However, Chen Pingan quickly stopped.
The white-haired boy also pretended not to notice. When Chen Ping'an stopped his series of dizzying movements, the white-haired boy squatting on the long tree suddenly laughed.
"One plus one equals two. Children who wear crotchless pants all know that. Five plus five equals ten. The answer is obvious."
"But you said one plus one equals two, plus three equals five, then two plus three equals ten."
"There will be some people who insist on saying it is equal to eight or equal to nine, but they don't care about one or two."
"One plus ten is eleven, one is not eleven, and ten is not eleven. If ten is missing, everyone can see it, so this kind of mistake is not very common, but if one is missing, it is relatively hidden."
"Ten is like that, but so is one hundred. Ten thousand is not a million. So someone said that all the scholars in the world are determined to do subtraction. It is best to reduce it until there is no one left. Almost no one is willing to do it.
Additive."
Chen Ping'an first smiled knowingly, then laughed out loud, then his whole face lit up with a smile, and finally he burst into laughter.
Instead, it was the white-haired boy's turn to feel strange, "Is it funny?"
This was actually just a weird statement made by Wu Shuangjiang back then. At that time, the female cultivator who went by the name "Natural" didn't think it was funny.
Just think that Wu Shuangjiang is having random thoughts, he has always been like this anyway.
Of course, Chen Ping'an is a very reserved and restrained person. He is not the kind of person who expresses his joy and anger, but he is not the kind of person who is gloomy all day long and silent for a long time. Even in the old deaf prison of Jianqi Great Wall, Chen Pingan
Ping An also enjoys suffering, and often behaves inexplicably. In Chen Ping'an's own words, people can endure hardship, but they must not have the appearance of suffering.
But in the memory of the white-haired boy, it was indeed unprecedented for Chen Pingan to smile from ear to ear like this.
Chen Pingan was indeed not pretending, but was really happy. He finally stopped laughing and nodded: "Very funny!"
The white-haired boy pursed his lips, "You are all weirdos."
Chen Ping'an crossed his legs, folded his hands on his knees, and said with a smile: "When scholars quarrel, even if it is a dispute between gentlemen, they often don't like to follow the steps step by step and make sense. Well, they are indeed not good at it. It is rare to start from beginning to end.
They are all quite reasonable, and there are not many examples. The Ehu debate can certainly be considered one and second-rate. The debate on poetry and physique among Su Zi’s disciples in the past was also very good and second-rate.
They started to refer to benevolence, righteousness and morality. The worst thing to do is probably just to talk about private morality. The interesting thing about worldly affairs is that it is often the last one that is the most lethal and has been spread the longest, such as removing the ashes of the father-in-law and torture.
Prostitutes... every time I mention it, I must first make a conclusion and then reverse it. Anyway, since there is a lack of virtue, all knowledge must be dross. How can we know the specific development of the various schools of Confucianism? Confucian scholars and sages of the past dynasties, of course I am talking about those who are truly responsible
Scholars, how many attempts have they made, how many detours have they taken, how much effort and price have they paid... I really don’t know what it will be like now, thousands of years from now, or tens of thousands of years from now.”
In the history of Buddhism, not only are there differences between Mahayana and Hinayana, but also the most spectacular Zen lineage in the future, there are actually many differences between the early earth commentators, the profound Buddhist teachers, and the strict lawyers.
Big differences, even within the Zen sect, are caused by constant disputes and mutual questioning, which is why there are so many koans, lantern records, chanting ancient songs and reading huatou... just like Chen Ping'an often talks about it at his summer palace.
Repeat "Biyan Records", "Konggu Collection" and "Congrong'an Records"
If you don't like reading, you will naturally accept that the book says you are useless and you are a scholar.
If you like reading, you will naturally feel happy that reading is for the next life.
But whether you like reading or not seems to have little to do with what kind of person you become.
Probably as the old abbot monk of Ouhua Fudi Xinxiang Temple said in the past, how we see the world is how the world sees us.
The white-haired boy said calmly: "Do you have to study more?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "When I say reading, I don't just mean books."
Being able to live an uneventful life calmly and calmly is something Chen Ping'an thinks he can't do.
But Chen Ping'an has seen such people.
During the period when Shu Jian Lake ghosts were attacking the wall, I once saw a poor old woman who was cleanly dressed.
So much so that Chen Ping'an felt that such people were the Bodhisattvas in the suffering world.
As a child grows up, especially after his parents leave, he is like a family. Without a door, there is death standing outside the door. It is this person's turn to look at it.
The white-haired boy turned his head and said softly: "Ancestor Yin Guan, wipe your tears."
Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, raised his hand, and before he could touch his face, he laughed angrily and slapped him with his hand.
The white-haired boy tilted his head to avoid it. He was in a good mood and laughed loudly.
Since Xie Gou is not at the shop, he is probably going to put up those dog-skin plasters again and compete with the wealthy people on Fulu Street and Taoye Lane?
Chen Pingan stood up and walked into the shop. Shi Rou, the acting shopkeeper, immediately took out the account books. Chen Pingan stood by the counter and flipped through the account books. He glanced at the child who was looking down at a strange novel and asked: "Junchen, listen.
Shopkeeper Li from Hongzhu Town said, where do you like to buy books on credit?"
to let
It is very difficult for this great disciple who is the founder of a great disciple to take the initiative to call himself the Patriarch.
Zhou Junchen rarely felt guilty and acted like a little mute, trying to pretend to be deaf and dumb and get through.
If Chen Ping'an talks to him about seniority, Zhou Junchen will never be afraid, but if it has to do with money, the child will be a little timid. Three pennies can stump a heroic man.
Chen Pingan said: "I passed by the bookstore earlier and helped you settle the bill for the dozens of taels of silver. I also helped you pay some in advance. Don't owe money when you buy books in the future."
The little bastard was really lavish and arrogant in buying books. I don’t know who taught him. Pei Qian, who is the master of his children, would never teach him this way.
When Zhou Junchen heard this, he smiled widely. It was rare for the patriarch to have a sincere smile.
Unexpectedly, the Patriarch immediately added, "What I mean is that you don't want to borrow money from the bookstore. It won't sound good if it spreads. If you owe me money, there is no problem. You can pay it back slowly in the future, and it will be deducted from your monthly salary."
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Shi Rou couldn't help laughing. Regarding this matter, the little mute who talked to her was very confident. She originally wanted to borrow money from Master Pei Qian to repay the debt. According to Zhou Junchen's little calculation, as a master, you can lend money to
Disciple, do you have the nerve to ask for debts in the future?
As a result, this founder interfered today, and this confusing account suddenly became unambiguous. Zhou Junchen was already regretting it. He would not have bought so much if he had known better.
Chen Pingan asked again: "Whose idea was it for the Niujiaodu sign?"
Zhou Junchen said, "I came up with it all by myself! It has nothing to do with anyone else!"
After all, the child is inexperienced in the world. There is no three hundred taels of silver in this place.
Shi Rou was immediately a little worried. The family tradition in Luo Luo Shan was very loose.
But once the mountain master Chen Pingan decides on something, he will definitely take it seriously.
The little mute was still not afraid at all, and was very annoyed. Sure enough, he was not on the right track with this grandmaster. Why did he find such a master?
Shi Rou stretched out her hand and gently tugged on the child's sleeve under the counter, signaling him to quickly surrender to the mountain master and stop being stubborn.
Unexpectedly, Chen Ping'an nodded, "I'm still too petty. I can go back and add the Zhixuan Peak Yuan Lingdian of Beiju Luzhou and the Sword Immortal Wei Jin of Fengxue Temple. They are all guests of our Luopo Mountain, and they are officially registered.
, even if you pass by Niujiadu in the future and see the sign, you will not find anyone to accuse. Also, from the Tongyezhou Yugui Sect, the two direct disciples of Sect Master Wei, Wei Gusu and Wei Xianyou, I believe they will be very famous in the future.
You can also fill in the name of the Land Sword Immortal, and remember to indicate the realm. Nowadays, they are all golden elixirs. Then add brackets after the name and realm,"
The child asked doubtfully: "I will be the swordsman in the future? Then what's the use of writing my name now? Is it to occupy a position? I'm squatting in the latrine without shit, and it will lower the value of other shop customers."
"What do you know? It's useless to make up for it in the future. When they reach the Nascent Soul Realm, or even the Jade Pu Realm, there is a saying. After eating the cakes from the New Year's Shop, they can break through the realm."
Zhou Junchen's eyes suddenly widened, how could he be so playful?
I originally thought that Xie Gou was already shameless enough just to make money, but I never thought that the person in front of me was even more outrageous.
Chen Pingan reminded: "It's just a suggestion, it has nothing to do with me."
The little mute grinned, making an exception for Chen Pingan with a bright smile.
As expected, this patriarch, who lives away from home all day long, still has a few tricks up his sleeve.
No wonder you can buy so many hills.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Let's not talk about cultivation achievements. Just talk about business. Your boy is far behind me and your master."
The little mute automatically ignored this sentence, thought about it for a while, thought about it carefully, and asked: "Wouldn't it be a taboo on the mountain to talk such nonsense?"
Chen Pingan leaned against the counter and casually flipped through the thin account book, "What's the taboo? This is called a good talk. I'll make a bet with you. In the future, those two sword immortals, both named Wei, will definitely come to the shop to buy pastries.
, and not angry at all.”
"No gambling, not a penny."
"A small amount of gambling is all you need for a few dollars, and you can win or lose."
"The white-haired short winter melon at the door said that you were very famous in the Great Wall of Sword Qi back then. You had all the old and new skills. You could compete with others and knock them down with one punch. You were also the invincible banker. The gambling was very bad. As long as you
Those who come to the gambling table, come and kill one, come two and kill a pair, come and kill all three..."
Chen Pingan laughed it off.
The white-haired boy basking in the sun outside the door immediately became anxious. He jumped up to the door, jumped on his feet and cursed: "Little mute, please keep your mouth clean for me. When did I say that Yinguan Ancestor's gambling products were extremely bad?"
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The little mute said, "You mean Chen Ping'an's gambling is excellent, I'll just listen to you."
The white-haired boy was unable to refute the little mute's fallacy for a while, and said sadly with his eyes: "Ancestor Yin Guan, I have been wronged, I am wronged!"
Chen Ping'an ignored the live treasure and just stretched out his hand to rub Zhou Junchen's head, "Just be cool, just be arrogant on my side. If you have the ability to say such things in front of your master."
The little mute chuckled and said, "My brain is not as weak as some people's."
The white-haired boy put his hands on his hips and said, "Little mute, if you continue to be so weird and say stupid things, be careful of me scolding you. To be honest, when I usually quarrel with you, I deliberately give in to you and only use less than 10% of my skills.
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The little mute raised the corners of his mouth and said with disdain: "Then scold him, you can scold him as you like. If you have the ability, all the eighteen generations of your ancestors will scold you. Anyway, my master is not here, so you are afraid of a hammer."
The white-haired boy has really done his job. Oh, he can even look at people sideways. Who should he learn from? Who taught him...
But when the white-haired boy noticed that another person was looking askance at him, he immediately stopped. He sniffed, wrinkled his face, looked up at the sky, and felt miserable.
Shi Rou folded her hands on the counter and watched with a smile on her face as she watched the young and old making jokes.
Chen Ping'an planned to go to the shop next door to see Cui Huahua from the Caotou shop. He would follow Hongxia and Yunzi to Xiandu Mountain, but the girl would become Cui Dongshan's direct disciple.
Fortunately, Cui Dongshan could figure out the long-lost brothers and sisters.
Shi Rou suddenly said in her heart: "Mountain Master, Pei Qian asked someone to give me a box of rouge earlier. Thank you."
It was no longer her usual deliberately hoarse and deep voice, but a soft and waxy female voice.
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "No need to be polite to her."
When Pei Qian was in the shop, he had a brief period of studying in a school. It was at that time that Pei Qian began to get close to Shi Rou.
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Pingan asked from the bottom of his heart: "Shirou, do you want to change your skin and regain your feminine appearance? In addition to the fox-skin beauty talismans on the Peixiang side of the mountain, there is also a Yuzhigang secret method on the Xiandu Mountain side.
The talismans I make can allow you... to change your place of residence."
Shi Rou shook his head and said: "Mountain Master, no need, I've gotten used to it over the years, and I really don't think there's anything wrong with it. Besides, being in this immortal transformation every day is something even a Qi practitioner can only dream of."
Excellent dojo.”
It was rare for Zhou Junchen to seriously discuss matters with Chen Pingan, and he even used an honorific title, "Master Patriarch, since you are so good at making money, why don't you cover our New Year's Eve shop and the Caotou Shop next door?
Any ideas?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You can also earn fairy money, broken silver and copper coins. As long as it is money coming in from the front door, it doesn't matter the amount. It needs to be small and long-lasting. Don't ask for a steady flow of money, but a long-lasting flow."
After a moment of silence, Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to hold the child's head, "When you grow up, you will understand that this is unreasonable."
The little mute nodded.
Although the truth is not valuable, it is still a truth after all, and it confiscates your own money. You can just listen to it or wait and see.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Actually, it's better not to understand certain principles."
I see many truths in many books, and I understand one truth every time I encounter difficulties.
If you only see it but don't understand it, you are lucky.
When Chen Ping'an left Qilong Lane, the white-haired boy was idle and just followed Yin Guan Ancestor as a little follower.
Went to Yang’s Pharmacy first.
There is currently only a young shop assistant guarding the shop. Due to the incident that year, the business of the shop has not been good in recent years, but the Yang family has a strong foundation and does not care about this at all.
Shi Lingshan came from Taoye Lane. Although he was not among the four major surnames and ten clans, he was from a good background in a small town.
Maybe this young martial artist still doesn't know that he is a close disciple of the old man in the backyard, let alone who his senior brothers are and how they became famous all over the world.
The white-haired boy was sitting at the door. He had not entered the shop. The room smelled of medicine and he was not interested.
Chen Pingan crossed the threshold and asked with a smile: "Miss Su isn't here?"
Shi Lingshan said: "Senior sister is out traveling."
The senior sister didn't say where she was going, but it seemed like she was on a long trip, very far away.
Maybe she will come back next year, maybe she will come back the year after that, maybe even next year will pass and she will not come back, so he will just wait here.
Shi Lingshan asked curiously: "Chen Pingan, do you have something to do with senior sister?"
They are all locals in the small town, and due to the relationship between teachers and teachers, Shi Lingshan actually has no special impression of the Master Chen of the Luo Mountain. No matter how many identities he has, he has no relationship with him. If he becomes successful,
If you look down on others, then don't come to the door. Anyway, no one is asking for anything. If you come to the door and show off, I won't tolerate you. No one will care to look at your face.
The most important thing is that according to some gossip from the shop owner, they dare not publicize it to the outside world. It seems that Chen Ping'an received a lot of favor from the drug shop when he was a child.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's okay, I'm just asking casually. I have some past events and I want to have a few words with Miss Su in person."
Shi Lingshan was wary, "What do you have to talk about with my senior sister?"
Chen Ping'an couldn't help laughing and joked: "Shi Lingshan, no matter how much you guard against thieves, you can't guard against me."
Shi Lingshan curled his lips, maybe that was the case.
The idle Zheng Dafeng once said that honest people are not popular, but honest people become particularly popular when they have money.
The white-haired boy who had been listening attentively was very happy. He remembered an "allusion" from Luolu Mountain for no reason. It is said that when Li Huai was a child, he went to Sui Cliff Academy with Chen Pingan to study. After the two became familiar, he worked for Chen Pingan all the way.
He is a moron who only wants Chen Pingan to be his brother-in-law. However, after much thought, this little fool came to the conclusion that my sister is not worthy.
Damn it, the "gang" that Xiaomi Li belongs to are all talented people.
Why can't I sneak in? The white-haired boy crossed his arms and started to get serious
Thinking about it, can I only take over the position of right guardian of Qilong Lane from Zhu Yitongzi?
Wouldn’t that mean he is worse than a dog?!
Inside the shop, Chen Pingan asked: "Can I open the drawer and see some medicinal herbs?"
Shi Lingshan said angrily: "When we open the door for business, we must follow the rules anyway. I have no grudge against you, so you can just look at it as you like."
Chen Ping'an raised his hand habitually, rubbed the waist and ribs of his green shirt, then walked to the medicine cabinet, looked at the label above, and gently opened a drawer.
In collecting medicine, preparing medicine, and brewing medicine, Chen Ping'an may be as good as an experienced medicine shop doctor in these matters.
It is said that the soil and water nourish a person, and the same applies to medicinal materials. The same medicinal materials are most important to the land. If they grow on different mountain tops, their medicinal properties will be very different. Then the amount of medicine used will have to change accordingly. In recent years, the mountains in the west
, have become private industries, so it is not easy to go into the mountains to collect herbs. Therefore, many medicinal materials in drug stores need to find other channels, such as purchasing them from Hongzhu Town and various merchants.
The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. The white-haired boy suddenly stood up and ran into the house. He planned to take a shortcut and bypass Pei Qian, the chief helmsman, and issue a decree with Patriarch Yin Guan to make himself the deputy chief helmsman.
, I am always happy when I am content, and I don’t mind being a junior official.
The white-haired boy lowered his voice and told Ancestor Yinguan about this, but not surprisingly, Ancestor Yinguan told her to get out.
Chen Ping'an opened another drawer and took a sniff. The name of this herb was very interesting, it was called Wangbuliuxing.
Chen Pingan gently pushed back the drawer, turned around and suggested with a smile: "Shiling Mountain, from now on, we can go to Xiancao Mountain, Cinnabar Mountain, and Weixia Peak to collect medicinal herbs.
Fifty or sixty kinds of medicinal materials may be better than buying them from other places, and you can also save some money."
Shi Lingshan was making calculations and said absently: "You can't tell me this. It's not my responsibility to go into the mountains to collect medicine. I'm just the guy who looks after the store. But I can talk to some unreliable guy and make an agreement in advance.
, that guy is unreliable, his words are louder than his farts, his work is less than his farts, he only listens to the thunder but not the rain, the shop depends on him, and it hasn’t closed yet, because the smoke is rising from the ancestral graves.”
Chen Pingan laughed it off.
The folk customs of small towns have always been so simple.
He always likes to carry a gun and a stick when talking, and all of them are self-taught masters.
Shi Lingshan, who was born in Taoye Lane, can at best be regarded as an outer disciple of this sect.
The white-haired boy respected this young man as a man for how dare he talk to his ancestor who was a hidden official.
Even though times have changed, Fulu Street and Taoye Lane in this side of the town, as well as the locals who stayed in other streets and alleys, have actually changed little if you put aside the fairy customs hidden behind the scenes.
There will still be people who wear clean long robes and read books and speak about the Confucius.
There are also people who always have dirt in their fingernails, calluses on their hands yellowed by burning charcoal, and people who like to curse.
Chen Pingan left the shop, crossed the threshold, and stood there for a moment.
Then we passed by the crab shop.
Chen Pingan slowly walked around the archway, holding his hands in his sleeves and looking up all the time.
Do your part, do what you want, and do what you say naturally. Don't ask for help from others and get angry.
The white-haired boy has always stood in the same place, looking nothing much. The four plaques now have no trace of meaning left.
Chen Pingan continued to walk. The real owner of the restaurant next to the street, which is the tallest building in the town, is Aunt Feng. The business is still very good. The locals still like it every time there is a wedding banquet in the county, whether it is a wedding banquet or a celebration banquet.
Come here to show off. Some Qi practitioners who have bought houses here to use as dojos also like to come here to have a few drinks, but the wine they drink is naturally different from that of ordinary people.
An iron-locked well has long been closed by the county government and a stone fence has been built. People can no longer carry buckets to draw water here.
The old locust trees are even gone.
Walking along the main street of the county town, we came to the yellow mud house at the east end of the town. It belonged to Zheng Dafeng, the first caretaker of his family in Luoluoshan.
Going further outside, there is the Immortal Tomb that was overgrown with weeds in the past. You can take a detour to the Lao Ci Mountain in the north, but it was built into a Wenwu Temple by the Dali court.
Chen Ping'an walked to the wooden post on the side of the road and sat down, and said to the white-haired boy: "Stop following him, it's easy for others to misunderstand him."
The white-haired boy deliberately pretended to be stupid. He raised his hand high and gestured at the height of the two of them. "It's just the two of us, what can we misunderstand?"
But to be honest, if you can really become the daughter of the ancestor of Yinguan, it would be a very lucky thing, right?
Just look at Pei Qian, Chen Nuanshu, and Xiao Mili, and you will know how much this guy will be doted on if he has a daughter in the future.
Then you and Ning Yao should fight against each other and quickly cook the rice. You are a coward and you deserve to be beaten.
Chen Ping'an was too lazy to meet her, so he sat on the wooden pile and turned his head to look at the road that spread into the distance.
The Great Wall of Sword Qi is full of swordsmen. It is not surprising that Qi practitioners other than sword cultivators should not practice in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. The sword Qi there is too heavy and fills the world with great force. For Qi practitioners, it is not suitable for Qi practitioners.
It's a kind of suffering.
But there was one thing that Chen Pingan couldn't understand, and the more he thought about it, the more mysterious it became.
Those are the ultimate warriors in the history of the Great Sword Qi Wall. The number is too small! It can even be said that it is so small that it is outrageous.
Aunt Bai, she was once the great master of the ultimate realm, but she was injured on the battlefield and fell to the top of the mountain.
According to the archives of the Summer Palace, going back further, the Great Wall of Sword Qi had only one martial artist for a very long time, and he was also a female grandmaster.
It's like, the martial arts in the Great Wall of Sword Qi is only for female warriors, and is it open to one side?
Chen Pingan tapped his knees lightly with his fingers and frowned.
On the other side of the long golden bridge, she once told the truth that the ancient star Qiming, also known as Chang Geng, was actually the top of that weird mountain.
A pure martial artist, his body becomes a god.
It is a pity that the ancestor of the military strategist failed to truly take this avenue.
There are three official positions in Jianqi Great Wall: execution officer, hidden officer, and sacrificial officer.
According to the original intention of setting up the three officials in the earliest times, the punishment official was responsible for killing, the hidden official was responsible for strategy, and the sacrificial official was responsible for sacrifices.
As for the previous priest, according to the records in the top-secret files of the summer palace, the files of the previous priests are extremely detailed. There are only a few words of records about sword cultivation, Yu Pu realm, and military achievements. It can be said that they are not outstanding.
I remember Ning Yao said that when she came to the town for the first time, she was in Yang's shop, and heard the old man Yang take the initiative to mention that there was once a passing swordsman who left a landscape travel diary.
According to the old man, he often read this travel diary, so he knew some things about the outside world.
When talking about a sword cultivator with Ning Yao from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the old man used the title "Sword Immortal".
Chen Pingan didn't pay much attention to this detail before, but now he can't help but think deeply about it.
Therefore, Chen Ping'an suspected that the summer palace's files on the previous priests were deliberately false.
Chen Pingan naturally thought of Yu Lu.
Standing up, Chen Pingan did not go to the Immortal Tomb, but turned back the same way, walked through the streets and alleys, then left the town and walked towards the stone arch bridge.
The white-haired boy still followed behind, swaggering, and after walking onto the stone bridge, he pointed to a piece of emerald green on the riverside, with water plants like pen tubes, one section after another. She curiously asked what it was.
Chen Pingan glanced at it and said it was mugwort. The fried meat was very fragrant and delicious, but it was a seasonal wild vegetable and was not available at all times.
In the spring breeze, everything grows luxuriantly, and it seems like everything is there. But in winter, it seems like there is nothing. Digging winter bamboo shoots is actually not easy, especially when the mountains are covered with heavy snow.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said that the appearance of mugwort in poetry may have been written by Su Zi first. In just a few words, Su Zi could write the most moving beauty of seasonal scenery.
The white-haired boy asked the old cook if he knew how to stir-fry this dish. Chen Pingan said that I could. The white-haired boy just said "oh" but had no intention of picking wild vegetables.
Chen Ping'an stood on the bridge and looked into the distance. Suddenly he noticed that there seemed to be more ducks in the river. By the way, Liu Xianyang and the round-faced girl were not at the blacksmith shop.
No wonder no wonder.
The white-haired boy walked across the bridge, sat down on the steps, and said, "Ancestor Yin Guan, I'm waiting here."
Because she knows what Chen Ping'an is going to do, many things can be done without taboos, but there are some things where she shouldn't joke.
Chen Ping'an turned around and said with a smile: "Just follow, there are no particularities or taboos."
Go to the grave to offer incense and add earth.
During this trip to Tongyezhou, I visited many mountains. On the way back to Luolu Mountain, I got off the boat at Laolongcheng and walked with Senior Song for a long journey through the mountains and rivers. After saying goodbye, Chen Pingan actually followed the old man quietly again until the old man walked towards
At a city gate, Chen Pingan suddenly raised his arms and waved, and Chen Pingan, who followed silently, then left with a smile. After that, he passed and stopped at many green hills, some of which were still covered with snow.
Chen Pingan offered incense and soil, took out a jug of wine, knelt down and poured it on the grave.
The white-haired boy squatted in the distance and watched from a distance.
Chen Ping'an turned around and looked around. The grave behind him faced a distant mountain, with two peaks in it like a pen stand.
After being stunned for a moment, Chen Pingan noticed this for the first time. He was young and ignorant, how could he know these things.
Later, he left his hometown many times and learned a little about looking at Qi and Kan Yu. However, every time he visited the grave, Chen Ping'an never glanced at the green mountains in the distance.
Chen Pingan simply sat beside the grave and looked at the mountain silently.
It can be seen from this that after my parents passed away, there was a special thought in choosing this place for the grave.
Maybe the old people in the town who knew this in the early years helped to choose it.
Here in my hometown town, year after year, there are fewer elderly people, and the flavor of the year becomes weaker.
I heard Pei Qian and Xiao Mili both say that dinner is no longer lively nowadays.
One year, Chen Ping'an was not at home, and Pei Qian and his friends, who were still little Heitan, kept vigil at the ancestral home in Ni Ping Lane, opening the door early in the morning and setting off firecrackers.
If it hadn't been for Chen Ping'an's warning, Pei, who already had a few dollars in his pocket at that time, would have been able to buy a whole store of firecrackers.
Xiaomi Li once had a riddle, which was really thought up by the little girl in black and not taught to her by Chen Pingan.
Xiaomi Li once asked, what is the fastest and what is the slowest, but they can't catch up. Chen Ping'an gave many answers, and Xiao Mili couldn't answer them all. He really has a bright mind.
Chen Pingan was stumped and made the little girl very happy. She was so happy that she happily told the good mountain master the answer to the riddle: yesterday and tomorrow!
It seems like this, all yesterdays are irreversible, and all tomorrows are tomorrow.
The white-haired boy never bothered him.
The mountains are warm and the water is soft, the willows are clinging to the trees, the grass is long and the orioles are flying, and the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.