When the old scholar walked out of the landscape painting again, he saw the young Cui Chan still lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and coldly snorted: "What a shame."
Cui Chan stared blankly at the sky, "There is no hope in life, and it will be ruined in death."
The old scholar walked over and kicked him, "Don't pretend to be pitiful here. Don't you want to know why Xiao Qi just wants you to fall into trouble instead of getting rid of it quickly?"
Cui Han's eyes were dazed and he murmured: "When you were kicked out of the Confucian Temple, Qi Jingchun not only was not implicated by you, but continued to rise in level, which shows a lot of problems. He Qi Jingchun has long been qualified to set up his own business and be the same as you, the Confucian Saint."
My pulse has long been separated from my appearance, so he feels that he is not qualified to kill me. I hope that you will clean up the family in the future."
The old scholar was angry and kicked him again, "If you judge a gentleman with a villain's heart, I'm talking about people like you! I'll count three times. If you don't get up, you'll just lie down and wait for death."
Don’t have any extravagant hopes for the great road, three! Two! Two, two…”
Cui Chan made up his mind not to get up.
The old scholar was so embarrassed that he had to turn around and wink at Chen Pingan to help him out.
Chen Pingan nodded, took the locust sword from Li Baoping, strode forward, came to Cui Han's side, said the word "one" expressionlessly, and struck the white-clothed boy's neck with a sword
Stab down.
The force was strong and heavy, and the sword tip was precise. Maybe Chen Pingan himself didn't notice it. After appreciating the calm mood in the painting, his hands finally caught up with Chen Pingan's thoughts, so the sword stabbed without any fireworks.
But instead it became more fierce and cruel, full of murderous intent.
Cui Chan was so frightened that he rolled around and hurriedly got up.
Chen Ping'an put away his sword and nodded to the old scholar, which meant that your urgent need has been settled, sir.
The old scholar sighed and looked at Chen Ping'an and the woman in white not far away, "Find a place to talk about something."
The old man turned to Cui Han and glared: "Follow me! If it involves your great opportunity, if you keep pretending, let Chen Ping'an kill you with a sword."
A group of people walked towards the yard. The old scholar looked around and glanced at the "small canopy" supported by the snow-white lotus leaves. He clasped his fingers and hesitated for a moment, "Find a room to go in and chat. Chen Pingan, is there a suitable place?"
, as long as you can talk, it doesn’t matter if you have a stool or a chair.”
Chen Ping'an glanced at Lin Shouyi's main room. The lights had been turned off. Maybe Lin Shouyi had been practicing in the pavilion for too long and was exhausted. He had already rested, so he had to give up the largest room. He nodded to the old man and said, "Go to my room."
That's it, there is only a child named Li Huai sleeping, so waking him up is not a big problem. Lin Shouyi is a practitioner and should be very particular, so we won't disturb him."
Sword Spirit sat on the stone bench in the courtyard and said with a smile, "I don't like to hear what you guys are talking about."
Finally, the old scholar, Chen Ping'an, young Cui Chan, and Li Baoping sat on four stools respectively, sitting around the table. Li Huai lay on the bed and fell asleep soundly. He was a child who had a bad sleeping posture and had turned to sleeping sideways.
With my head hanging outside the edge of the bed, I can still sleep soundly.
Chen Pingan helped him straighten his body in a familiar manner, put Li Huai's hands and feet into the quilt, and gently padded the corners of the quilt on the left and right sides of the quilt so that the heat in the quilt would not escape easily. In the end, Li Huai was like
It's like being wrapped in a rice dumpling.
After Chen Ping'an finished doing these natural things, he sat back on the stool. Li Baoping asked in a low voice: "Uncle, are you also helping me tuck my quilt every night?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You don't have to, you sleep much better than Li Huai. You fall asleep immediately, and then as soon as you fall asleep, you can sleep motionless until dawn."
Li Baoping sighed, hit the palm of his hand with his fist, and said regretfully: "If I had known, I would have had trouble sleeping since I was a child. It was all my fault because of my elder brother, who tricked me into having sweet dreams if I slept well."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "When I return to my hometown in the future, I want to thank you big brother."
Along the way, the eldest brother was the family member Li Baoping talked about the most, so Chen Pingan had a good impression of this scholar who liked to hide in his study and study.
The old scholar looked at the little girl and asked with a smile: "Is your eldest brother Li Xisheng who lives on Fulu Street?"
Li Baoping nodded and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
The old scholar laughed and said: "This name is a bit big."
Cui Chen couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this.
Li Baoping was a little worried, "Isn't it bad that the name is too big?"
The old scholar became even happier, shook his head and said: "To achieve greatness, as long as you can suppress it, it will be good."
Li Baoping is a little girl who likes to get into trouble the most. "Old sir, how can you control me?"
Cui Chan rolled his eyes again. Damn it. This time it was exactly what he wanted. The old man who likes to be a teacher will definitely start preaching and teaching and solving doubts.
As expected, the old man took a look around and saw no openings for drinking and eating snacks. He felt a little regretful and said slowly: "My nature is pure and kind, I have a lot of knowledge, and I have high morals. I can handle it even if I travel thousands of miles."
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The little girl first put the seal on the table, shook her body, kicked off her little straw sandals, sat cross-legged on a chair, crossed her arms across her chest, and said with a sad face: "But my eldest brother is not as great as the old gentleman said, otherwise I would send him
Write a letter home and ask him to change his name?"
Cui Han had to remind him: "Old man, can we talk about business? The avenue, the avenue!"
Li Baoping silently picked up the seal and breathed at the four seal characters on the bottom of the seal.
Cui Chen quickly shut up.
Even if the old man has a great level of cultivation, he still likes to be reasonable, and the shameless approach will work.
But Chen Ping'an and Li Baoping, the two guys who were attracted by Qi Jingchun, one is a mud-legged guy who has never read a book, the other has read crookedly, and Cui Chan is now a fish in the shallows of Longyou.
, against these young and old, no matter how heroic Cui Chan is, there will be no other results except being beaten and humiliated. The harder he is, the more he will suffer.
The old scholar conjured up a pot of wine, raised his head and took a sip, then glanced at the seal that the little girl put back on the table, feeling a little sad.
Cui Zhang was actually quite strange tonight. Although the old man had shown his true feelings in the past, most of the time, he was a rigid and pedantic guy. Wherever he sat, he looked like a golden statue sitting on an altar, especially
It was during those years when learning was most highly regarded by both the government and the public. Whenever the old man started a class to teach difficult questions about the meaning of the classics, more than a thousand "students" would sit down and listen with their ears raised. Emperors and generals, gods on the mountains, gentlemen and sages, there were so many of them.
Even Cui Chan, who betrayed his master, would not deny that the old man at that time was really dazzling, like the sun and the moon hanging in the sky, his brilliance did not distinguish between day and night, and the entire galaxy was eclipsed.
But now he still kicks his feet, and when he talks about the high road, he still drinks?
Cui Chan seemed careless, but in fact he was in a heavy mood.
After all, Cui Chan's feelings towards the old man next to him are extremely complicated. He admires and hates him at the same time, fears and misses him at the same time. He, Cui Chan, who was the first disciple of Literary Saint in the past, didn't feel angry towards his husband but lamented his misfortune.
emotion?
Over there on the bed, Li Huai was talking in his sleep, "A-Liang, A-Liang, I want to eat meat! Stingy Ah-Liang, just give me a sip of the wine in the small gourd..."
Li Baoping's eyes lit up, Li Huai's embarrassing incident could be the subject of discussion after dinner for several days.
When Cui Chan heard the name A Liang, he quietly glanced sideways at the old man.
The old scholar coughed and glanced at the three people present, "Okay, let's get to the point. Chen Ping'an, Li Baoping, you should already know that I am Qi Jingchun's husband, and Cui Chan was once my first disciple, Qi Jingchun.
Senior brother, because I was busy with my studies at that time, Qi Jingchun’s reading, chess, etc. were indeed taught to me by my senior disciple Cui Chan. In the end, Cui Chan betrayed his master and did all kinds of things to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors.
So much so that when Qi Jingchun died in Lizhu Cave, Cui Han was regarded as a chess player in the middle of a chess game. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he, Cui Jingchun, was the murderer of his junior brother Qi Jingchun. As one of my named disciples,
The same is true for Ma Zhan, but Ma Zhan is not a chess player, but he is the culprit behind the scenes. In the first move, he is a very critical unreasonable move. Before I arrived in your hometown town, this body was just Cui
The real Cui Chan in the place where Chun is staying is the national advisor of your Great Li Dynasty, an old guy who looks no younger than me."
Li Baoping's face was full of anger, his eyes were red with anger, and he stared at Cui Han.
Chen Ping'an, on the other hand, made Cui Chan even more frightened. His eyes were lowered and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Wild dogs bite without showing their teeth.
Cui Zhang is really familiar with Chen Pingan's character. After all, he pays more attention to the growth experience of the boy in Mud Bottle Alley than Old Man Yang.
Cui Chan tried his best to stay calm, but silently thought in his heart, "Dead, dead, old man, you have done a lot of harm to people."
The old scholar changed the subject and looked at Chen Pingan, "There is something I want to say hello to you first. If you agree to do it, I want to intercept a period of time and water on you. Don't worry, it won't involve too much privacy.
Are you willing to start the conversation tonight?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Okay."
The old scholar stretched out a palm and faced Chen Pingan, who was sitting opposite him. He shook his wrists and rolled up his sleeves. Soon, wisps of water mist appeared around Chen Pingan, slowly flowing towards the palm of the old man's hand, and finally turned into a
The old man turned his palm over the crystal clear green water polo, with his palm facing down, and gently touched the water polo. The water flowed downwards towards the table, and vivid pictures appeared on the table.
Li Baoping's eyes widened, his face full of shock, and he quickly lay down on the table, "Wow, little uncle, this is the mountain road where we met the ghost of the wedding lady, and me! Haha, it's still my little book
The book box is the most beautiful. It is indeed prettier than Lin Shouyi and Li Huai’s. They look stupid carrying the book box..."
A ghost of a wedding lady appears on a muddy road holding an oil-paper umbrella, lanterns light up one after another, and a spectacular fire dragon appears in the mountains.
When Lin Shouyi offered the talisman, the ghost was still fighting against the wall. Instead of leaving the realm of the female ghost, he was abducted to the mansion with the "Fine Water and High Wind" hanging on it.
In the end, Wei Jin, the swordsman of Fengxue Temple, broke through all kinds of magic with his sword and arrived in style, breaking the deadlock and successfully leading the group of people out of there.
To be continued...