Sword comes

The night boat is like a leaf floating in the sea.

Liu Xianyang seemed to be wandering in his trance, Xiao Mo was responsible for keeping an eye on Jiang She's Taoist partner, Xie Gou was sitting on the steps yawning, and the woman's eyes were often on Pei Qian.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was a little heavy, and the old scholar suddenly said, "Pei Qian, take a walk with me."

Pei Qian nodded.

There is a side door in the courtyard that leads to other places, but this moon-shaped door is locked. The old scholar pretended to grope in his sleeve, with his back to everyone, as if he took out the key to open the door, then pushed the door open and walked in, and Pei Qian followed.

Different from the shabby courtyard before, this place is a different world, a typical residence of nobles, with tall plane trees and green bamboos, lush green, and clear air from top to bottom. One wall is slightly empty, filled with magnolia. I guess if you are a guest in the hot summer, the heat will not dare to visit here.

The old scholar looked around and said with a smile, "The boss is too stingy. If I could read in it, open the window, the skylight and the green would come in, and the words would be bright and fresh. It would be really beneficial to read."

Pei Qian put away his thoughts and explained, "I heard from my junior brother that the last mayor of Lingxi City was a woman. She was very critical of the poems written by Su Zi and Xin Jian. I guess this is where she studies. As the boss of Yehangchuan, it is not easy for us to give it to Master as a private residence. Otherwise, it will be suspected that he will be ignored."

The old scholar nodded and said suddenly, "That makes sense. Otherwise, I would have to go to the boat owner and complain a few words. I'll try my best to see if there are any."

The magnolia was in bloom, and the ground looked like snow.

The old scholar stood under the tree with his hands behind his back, laughing to himself and whispering, "The last time the Confucian Temple held a meeting, the two worlds were in confrontation, and the momentum was huge. Of course, Ping An was the one who got the most attention. Over at Tuoyue Mountain, they were trying to match you up, persuading your master to go to the wilderness so that you can have more mistresses. They were also showing off, willing to leave the high throne vacant for you, as if your master went to the wilderness today, he could sit in the second or third seat tomorrow. Even Fei Ran seemed willing to give way to him. Zhou Qinggao's admiration for your master is now known to everyone in the two worlds, and he is eager to take in a master's uncle on your behalf."

"There are so many things like this. Some Haoran monks who heard about this thought it was absurd and funny. They mistakenly thought that the Wilderness was full of smoke and miasma and everything was done in a mess. But don't think that those big monsters are joking and deliberately teasing your master. The Wilderness really wants to win over him, the last hidden official. They pulled up a river, opened the Tuoyue Mountain with a sword, snatched a bright moon, and killed the first disciple of the Wilderness ancestor alone. You must know that the culprit is still a sword cultivator at the peak of the Ascension Realm. The Wilderness only recognizes the strong. Since they can recognize Bai Ze, they can recognize Chen Pingan. Let's not talk about Feiran, let's just talk about Xiao Fan. If Pingan went to the Wilderness, do you think she would be happy? Of course she would be. She betrayed the Sword Qi Great Wall, but Chen Pingan betrayed the Sword Qi Great Wall and Haoran Tianxia. Just based on this point, Xiao Fan would look at your master with new eyes and regard him as a fellow traveler."

The old scholar told the story, and Pei Qian listened patiently. He asked, "Master Wensheng, is Mr. Lisheng watching this side?"

The old scholar shook his head and said, "I haven't watched it anymore. No wonder he doesn't take responsibility. After all, there are urgent matters and serious problems outside the sky. If he is not careful, the three founders' move to disperse the Tao will fail."

By being able to spare some attention to come to this night boat and have a few words with Jiang She, the Saint of Etiquette had already taken a considerable risk.

After listening to the old scholar's explanation, Pei Qian understood it, but he still felt a sense of loss and worry that was difficult to conceal.

The old scholar rubbed his cheek with his hand and began to walk out. "I did something wrong in this matter. It was very bad."

Pei Qian wanted to say something but stopped himself, and finally swallowed the words back into his stomach.

The old scholar did not let it go lightly without any fault of his own, and continued: "Tracing back to the source, the difficulty today is because I thought things were simple back then, and I thought I was quite thorough, but it was useless. To be honest, Ping An has been kept in the dark about your origins, but I know it. If it weren't for my suggestion, Taoist Bixiao at Guandao Temple would not have arranged so many coincidences for you and Chen Ping An to meet, leave the Lotus Blossom Land together, and become master and apprentice. You wouldn't be so worried today. At that time, I always felt that Jiang She's ten thousand-year sentence would be over, and when he came out of the mountain, he would inevitably be full of anger, so I thought about finding a safe way to buffer it, so as to avoid another war in the world, so I was very selfish in dealing with this matter, and it was very meritorious."

The old scholar clenched his fist and tapped his palm gently, "I thought that doing this would help Ping An, a disciple who always thinks of being the first to suffer in life, to get a talisman in advance, win some favor from the ancestor of the military family, and accumulate a small amount of incense and affection, so as to gain the upper hand in troubled times. For example, during the years when Ping An was guarding the Sword Qi Great Wall alone, I always hoped that Jiang She could help him out."

"For Pei Qian, being able to stay with Ping An, walk around more and see more, once his horizons are broadened, his character will not be too stubborn. With daily interactions, over time, he will be influenced by what he sees and hears, and will be completely a child from a scholarly family. With education, family education, and responsibility, sooner or later he will be a lady from a noble family who is as capable as a man. I have great confidence in Ping An's patience and Pei Qian's potential. As long as he recognizes you, he will be able to take good care of you. At least I can give Pei Qian an ordinary childhood. After a long journey, when he settles down, he will go to a private school to study. After class, he will have kind elders at home and congenial friends around him to chat with. Take your time, there is no need to rush to grow up."

"For Jiang She and his Taoist partner, it's like they have a well-behaved and sensible daughter out of nowhere. If the family can be reunited, it would be a happy ending after all the hardship. It's just my wishful thinking. I think people are simple-minded."

"As for you learning boxing from Mr. Cui in the bamboo building, you were able to win several martial arts lucks, which is equivalent to meeting Jiang She in advance. Ping An could not have thought of it, and I could not have thought of it even more."

"Chen Ping'an is teaching his apprentice, not trying to snatch their daughter from them. To be honest, in this matter alone, it cannot be said that Jiang She took his kindness for granted. Yes, how can I guarantee that it won't be better for them to teach their daughter themselves? So from the beginning, I was in the wrong, but I asked you and Ping'an to take the responsibility. There is no reason for elders to act like this. As the younger generation, you may not feel wronged, but that is not a reason for me to get away with it."

Hearing this, Pei Qian finally couldn't help wanting to say a few words from his heart, gathering his voice into a line and whispering, "Master, actually I don't feel that bad when encountering this kind of thing, I just feel a little confused. I just regarded Jiang She and the others as strangers I met by chance on the road. I can guarantee that I didn't say this on purpose to reassure you, Master, this is indeed my true words. What really makes me feel bad is that Master, who has always been very determined since childhood, has to worry so much. If..."

Pei Qian wanted to say that if possible, the master didn't mind her being a burden, and she must be included in this fight! To her, the world is big, and the master is the biggest.

The old scholar waved his hand, interrupting Pei Qian's next words, and said softly: "Don't say angry words with emotion, it's easy to hurt others and yourself. In the end, we will suffer the loss ourselves."

Pei Qian was silent.

Taking a walk and relaxing, the old scholar walked out of the mansion with Pei Qian. Walking on the slightly deserted street, he looked back at the plaque on the mansion and said slowly, "True wealth and nobility do not lie in the abundance of gold and jade, precious calligraphy and paintings, and various objects. Compared with the noble families whose benevolence can last for three or even five generations, the powerful and wealthy families who are in power for a while are inferior in foundation. They need to have family knowledge for self-cultivation, family rules for family management, family genealogy for names, family temples for sacrifices, and ancestral teachings for dealing with people."

Pei Qian nodded and said, "I remember what Master said about a scholarly family in his mind, which is a family with many books. Children feel that reading is a natural thing from a young age, and it would be strange if a person does not read. There is no need to worry about how many seals of the masters of different generations are stamped on the books, nor is there any need to worry too much about whether the bookshop edition of a certain book is fine or whether it is a rare and valuable copy. The most important thing is to have more annotations by your ancestors on those books, so that future generations can read the books and see a lot of reading experience. They can understand a book more thoroughly and have a deeper understanding. This can be regarded as the second "enlightenment", that is, the secret family learning, and it can be said to be a unique method of studying."

The old scholar stroked his beard and smiled, praising him endlessly, and said with a smile: "For a family down the mountain to be able to manage three generations is considered powerful enough."

"Ping An has already made plans for Luopu Mountain and Qingping Sword Sect for a hundred years. If you want to make plans for a thousand years, you need your disciples and disciples to set an example. The principles are the same on the mountain and on the ground. It is hard to say whether leaving money to your descendants will make the family prosperous or ruin it. Even if you leave thousands of books, it is still a matter of whether your descendants read them or not. However, only by teaching by words and deeds and being a decent person can you have the blessing of your ancestors. Only by establishing a few good traditions can you have land and property that can be passed down from generation to generation and treasured by your descendants."

Now Luopu Mountain and Qingping Sword Sect each have three generations of disciples.

I just don't know who will be the first disciple of the fourth generation? How old will he be by then? Will he be a sword cultivator? Anyway, it's worth looking forward to.

At some point, Liu Xianyang sneaked up on them and said, "Marrying a virtuous wife will bring prosperity to three generations. I just don't know which son in the future will be so good that his ancestral graves will be filled with smoke and be able to marry Pei Qian."

Pei Qian rolled his eyes.

Liu Xianyang asked in his heart, "Mr. Wensheng, do you know Liu Youzhou?"

The old scholar was stunned, "Ah?"

Liu Youzhou is a good kid with good vision. Is Liu Jubao really thankful for this?

Liu Xianyang continued to smile and said, "How do you think he compares to Cao Qinglang?"

The old scholar was startled again, "Huh!"

Liu Xianyang smiled and said, "I think Li Huai is not bad either."

The old scholar seemed to be led by the nose. When he thought about it carefully, it seemed, huh?

Pei Qian asked, "What are you talking about?"

Liu Xianyang said shamelessly, "Chen Ping'an's teacher is my teacher. Being too polite will hurt Master Wensheng's heart. I can be a student in name or not, so of course I have to find an opportunity to have a good discussion with the teacher who hasn't had the apprenticeship tea yet. Why not recommend the virtuous and not avoid relatives? Give me a gentleman title from the Confucian Temple? And have another sect master sword immortal as a student. In the future, Master will go out and brag to others that I am accepting disciples, striving for excellence, and starting from the sword immortal..."

The old scholar widened his eyes and said, "Tsk tsk!"

Before I knew it, a woman, alone, was following me from a distance.

Pei Qian looked normal.

Further behind them, there was a girl in a mink hat with rosy cheeks and Xiao Mo in a yellow hat and green shoes, walking side by side on the street, flirting with each other.

Xie Gou rubbed his mink hat. Even an honest official could not judge family affairs. As the second-in-command, she felt distressed, annoyed and worried.

Xie Gou said, "Xiao Mo, can you lend me your hiking stick? The mountain master said so himself. I can ask you for it when you come back."

Since the young master had spoken, Xiao Mo casually handed the green bamboo stick to Xie Gou and asked in his heart, "Why don't I feel anything when the young master calls me by my name?"

Xie Gou picked up the hiking stick, rubbed his face against it, and said, "Ha, a token of love."

Xiao Mo was helpless, "I'm asking you a question."

Xie Gou said, "The mountain master doesn't want you to get involved in this matter, and he is determined to keep the two of us out of it. You have been following the mountain master for so long, and you still don't know what the mountain master's temper is like. If you are not a death warrior, it would be fine. I trust you, and I will help you if I can. The mountain master will not be vague with you. It's your fault that you almost have the word death warrior engraved on your forehead. If the mountain master doesn't want you to take risks, then you have nothing to do with it."

Xiao Mo asked in confusion: "Even if the young master wanted to avoid me, why can't I find any clues at my current level?"

Xie Gou said: "Not to mention that you are not the real Fourteenth now, even if you are, with the mountain master's strategy, it is just like playing to hide it from you."

Xiao Mo nodded, "I blame myself for doing this. I spent some effort on the robe I gave you earlier, and it can be connected to my soul and one of my natal flying swords. You must have seen through this trick. When you were attacked by that ghost in Chongyang Temple last time, you didn't wear the robe. It turns out that I added unnecessary details."