Sword comes

The old scholar tipped his toes, swept across the mountains and rivers for eight hundred miles, and landed on the place where Chen Pingan handed the sword before. He started to walk, raised his arms, bent his fingers, and knocked seemingly casually, as if he was knocking on the door. Without getting any response, the old scholar put away his hands and said helplessly: "Don't be particular, such behavior is tantamount to pitching a tent in someone else's house, that's all, I'll just wait."

The old scholar began to wait patiently for the appearance of the sword spirit. After a long wait, the old man stood still, thinking about a difficult problem, without appearing anxious.

There was a slight ripple in the air, and the tall woman grabbed Chen Pingan's shoulder with one hand and stepped out of the ethereal void.

The old scholar came back to his senses, and the first sentence was "I admit defeat, I won't fight anymore, anyway, the other two swords can't come out, so it's not important anymore, right?"

The sword spirit smiled, "Then what about your two provocations?"

The old man laughed and said, "It's only three things."

She raised her eyes and looked in the direction of Suishan, "How long will the new Suishan Great God hold this position?"

The old scholar replied: "6000 years ago, more than 3000 years ago, when you sang and I appeared on stage, it became a mess and lost its majesty. Suishan, the eastern mountain, changed three masters. At the most chaotic time, it was once regarded as It is a chaotic situation where the etiquette is broken. The current Suishan Great God has been able to sit firmly for 6000 years. Although there is an element of luck, it is more due to his personal terrorist battle. Strong enough, the fist is hard enough, and barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes, who doesn't have a little bit of fear."

Sword Spirit sneered and said: "The collapse of ritual and music is due to the uneven distribution of spoils among the three religions, or a confrontation between good and evil in Haoran Tianxia. That saint of ritual, with his temper, how could he stand by and watch?"

The old scholar sighed and said: "It's hard to say, so don't mention it."

After the tall woman put her arms behind her back, her disdainful expression became even more serious, "The overall situation has been decided, so naturally there will be internal strife, haha, what a great battle for the great way, a hundred schools of thought contend, the excitement is lively, and the result is that the world has really become better."

The old scholar glanced at the white-clothed sword spirit, and said bluntly: "The Confucian orthodoxy is naturally not clear to the bottom, and not all are benevolent and gentlemen, but my Confucian sages have devoted countless efforts to this, and it is not too much to say that they have worked hard. Therefore, it is always true and clear, and you must never veto it with a single word."

Sword Spirit Playing Taste: "Is this the third time?"

At this moment, the old and unscrupulous old scholar did not give in at all, and said indifferently: "In this matter, if you think it is wrong, I can tell you the truth of hundreds of thousands of years, and you use the sword to explain your truth It doesn't matter."

She carefully looked at the thin old man who was not tall, "You have really lost your saintly luck, leaving only your soul, and you use this world as a parasitic place"

The old scholar was silent for a moment, "Yes."

She put away the murderous intent that was spontaneously born, and her eyes were complicated, "For so many years, only the two of you have done it, but I'm curious, do you admire that guy's choice or do it as a last resort? The former may be extremely small , It involves your Dao, I guess the old man in Confucianism or Taoism, even if this is not a good job, will never let you succeed."

The old scholar said calmly: "When you see a virtuous person, it is only right and proper."

She thought for a moment, then turned her head to look at Chen Ping'an, and said with a smile: "Not only has the original intention been achieved, but it has far exceeded expectations. For the sake of your choice, of course, the most important thing is for the sake of my master." , the remaining two swords, let’s save it first, and if I suddenly find you displeased someday, the old and new scores will be settled together.”

The old scholar who had been tense all the time broke his merits in an instant, slapped his thigh, and said with a smile: "It's good to have some spare time. The common people like this when they are in their thirties. There is a little food left in the bowl. The rest is reserved for next year, which is a good omen and a good meaning.”

No matter how the old man looked, he seemed to be cheerful after the disaster.

Sword Spirit didn't care about this, and said coldly: "Open the door."

With a flick of his sleeves, the old man took the lead in striding forward, and said in a loud voice, "Laughing up to the sky and going out."

Chen Pingan remembered something, and asked in a low voice: "Is the sword I was bad at that time? I wasn't willing to accept them, but they weren't willing to approach me either, does this mean that my talent for sword practice is just as ordinary as boxing?"

The more Chen Ping said, the more sad he became, "The old senior also said that if I was slow, even if I had a cultivation base of the tenth level at that time, the sword would only have the effect of the seventh or eighth level."

You can say bold words with your mouth, but the difficulty in the world lies in the fact that you need to take it step by step.

Chen Pingan, a mud-legged man from Mud Ping Lane, really understands this truth very well.

Sword Spirit reached out and pinched the boy's cheek, and said with a smile: "You will know later."

Chen Ping'an blushed, hesitant to speak.

She had already had a tacit understanding with the young man, took the young man's hand, walked slowly to the door of the picture scroll, and said softly: "Master, I know, I will definitely not be so presumptuous in front of a certain girl in the future, so I won't be so presumptuous." She wronged you and treated you like a libertine who wants to change."

The young man smiled brightly, he was relieved from a heavy burden, and also happy to become a close friend with her.

The tall woman suddenly turned her head, with some resentment, "But aren't you afraid that Sister Shenxian will feel wronged?"

The young man thought for a while, and said seriously: "I'll tell you I'm sorry, but there are some things that I think should be like that."

Her face was full of sorrow, and she looked like she was about to cry.

Although Chen Pingan was at a loss, his eyes were firm and his lips were tightly pursed, unwilling to change his original intention because of this.

The sword spirit suddenly smiled, stretched out a thumb to the young man, and praised: "Handsome"

Chen Pingan asked timidly, "I'm really not angry."

She took the boy's hand, stopped, stood at the gate, and suddenly bent down and hugged the boy. She had a warm smile on her face, like a guy who likes to sleep late, hiding in the winter Sleeping soundly in the warm quilt, the feeling of happiness is really indescribable.She didn't care what Chen Pingan felt, and said cheerfully: "Yeah, my little Ping'an is so cute."

The boy was struck by lightning for an instant, motionless, his mind went blank, and he didn't think about anything.

Fairy sister.

Immortal is only the first feeling, but in fact, the elder sister is the feeling in Chen Pingan's heart.

She finally let go of Chen Ping'an, stood up straight and turned her head to look. There was an old guy who had returned to the landscape painter, who was elusive, with his back to the two of them, and coughed: "Don't look at evil, don't worry, I didn't see anything. I didn’t hear anything, I just forgot something earlier and had to go back and get it back.”

Tall women in a good mood don't bother to care about these things.

etiquette, morality, cause and effect

These extremely wide, extremely high, and extremely far things have never bound her.

On the avenue, there used to be people who had nothing but a sword and walked straight.

As long as there is something blocking it, a sword will clear the way.

Whenever there is an injustice, it can be settled with a single sword.

After thousands of years of silence, she finally found another person.

Two people, worlds apart.

But she wasn't disappointed.

If at the beginning it was because I believed in Qi Jingchun, I chose to believe in a first-line chance, betting on an extremely unlikely "what if".So now even if Qi Jingchun came back to life and said that he was wrong, that you shouldn't have chosen that young man, and let him talk about breaking truths, she wouldn't listen.

She let go of her hand and signaled Chen Pingan to go first.

The boy walked out the door first.

The sword spirit looked at the young man's still weak shoulders, and followed closely behind.

Everyone has a state of mind. Qi practitioners call it Dan Shi, and lay people call it Heart Door.

Heart Lake is just one of them.

At that time, she stood on the lake of the young man's heart, looked around, and saw a vast expanse of whiteness and cleanliness.

Then she saw a scene that was not so monotonous at last, and found the "truth of the mirror" that the boy himself hadn't realized.

It was a lonely child of four or five years old, sitting curled up on the ground, with his hands wrapped around his knees, alone, with a pair of small straw sandals by his feet, and he often just sat there in a daze.

Beside the child is a small grave without a tombstone.

Near the small tomb, there are two "small mounds" that are smaller than the small tomb, and the situation is like a mountain.

Whenever the child has had enough rest, he will put on the straw sandals and run to a distant place to move a hill back to the grave. It is very difficult, and he can only move a short distance each time.

When he ran to move the mountain, the child had a small seal on his waist and wore the small bamboo hat.

The small seal will dangle with the child's footsteps.

The strange thing is that there is no mirror image of the ancestral house in Niping Lane.

Probably in the deepest part of the child's heart, after the death of his parents, there will be no home, so he always sticks to the small grave.

The child had a stubborn face, habitually frowning and pursing his lips.

But once in a while, this child would also smile, which should be something really worth being happy about. For example, he whispered to Xiaofentou, his lips moved slightly, and no voice came out of his mind, but the sword spirit who had a sympathy with him naturally knew the content of the silent words .

"Mother, I met a fairy sister. When she smiles, she looks like you."

Except for moving mountains to "go home", children hardly leave the vicinity of the small grave. From time to time, they seem to be holding hands, and walk a certain distance to the south, like holding a little girl's hand, but every time they walk, the children Still will quietly look to the other side of the grave, appearing reluctant to part.

But there is only one situation where the child will run away far, far away, keeping his head up high, looking intently at the sky, as if he is chasing someone who is far away from him in the sky.

Inside the landscape scroll, the old scholar looked solemn.

"Green out of blue and better than blue, there may not be no chance for this."

The old man nodded and said, "Great kindness."

The old man was silent for a long time, and found that the whole world began to tremble slightly, he said helplessly: "If you are so patient with that boy, you can't be patient with us too Oh yes, you are still laughing now, if the rumors handed down by the ancient sword fairy are true, If you look like you now, those big bosses who were hacked half to death by you back then, if they saw it with their own eyes, they would have to stare out their eyes."

The old scholar looked at the sky of this small world, as if his eyes had passed through many layers of sky, and suddenly laughed at himself: "The sky is healthy, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement. It is really good, even if it takes tens of thousands of years, there will be no mistakes. No wonder our Confucian ancestors wanted to ask you for advice, it seems that we scholars are not only a bit late in explaining the truth, but also far from fully explaining it."