When Chen Ping'an returned to his ancestral home in Muping Lane, a girl in a pink skirt was sweeping the yard with a broom. A child in Tsing Yi was lying on the edge of the small water tank, opening his mouth wide at the water. There was still a column of water flowing backwards two feet away.
Then, it was sucked into the mouth of the boy in green. This scene is like a dragon drawing water.
Chen Ping'an was sitting on the threshold. The girl in the pink skirt noticed that her master was a little strange, so she was considerate and didn't bother him. In fact, the yard had been cleaned very well by Ruan Xiu, but the girl in the pink skirt always felt that if she didn't do something, he would be in trouble.
I will have a bad conscience and cannot bear the snake gallstones generously gifted by my master.
Chen Ping'an was wandering thousands of miles when he suddenly remembered what Cui Dongshan had said about Song Jixin. He stood up, took out the bunch of keys that Song Jixin had secretly left in his yard when he left the town, and ran to open the door of the house next door.
At the door of the house, I saw three stacked books on the study table, "Elementary School", "Ritual and Music", and "Guanzhi".
Chen Pingan moved a chair and sat down to read the "Primary School".
During the second half of this study trip, I traveled with Cui Dongshan and often listened to him recite classics. Only then did I realize that "Primary School" is not simple. Just looking at the title of the book, at first glance, you may think that this is a "very small" subject.
"Knowledge", but according to what Cui Dongshan said in a casual chat, among secular schools and teachers, "Primary School" will never be regarded as a classic of elementary school. Probably only Mr. Qi can explain such a difficult and obscure sage's hard work.
It was so confusing that Li Baoping and the others never thought that "Primary School" was so big.
Chen Pingan did not take the three books back to his ancestral home. After flipping through more than ten pages of "Primary School", he felt that he could not understand it even with his trivial knowledge. If he deliberately thought deeply, he would only feel that he was looking around.
Confused, head swollen, like falling into clouds and mist, with no place to stand.
Chen Ping'an had no choice but to close the book, take out the silver sword embryo from his sleeve, hold it gently in his hand, and continue to sit on the threshold of his house in a daze as before.
Passing by the stone arch bridge twice, nothing happened. Chen Pingan realized that she would really disappear for a whole period of time, and she would use half of the Dragon Slaying Platform to sharpen the edge of her sword. As for the Dragon Slaying Platform, it had already been divided into three.
Being divided among the three forces of Ruan Qiong, Fengxue Temple and Zhenwu Mountain, Chen Pingan had no way of guessing whether she would cause trouble if she acted like this, let alone intervene.
On that windy and snowy night in the cold winter, the girl fainted at the door of her courtyard. Chen Ping'an rescued her. She eventually became Song Jixin's maid, and was renamed Zhigui from Wang Zhu. Finally, her true identity was Da Li.
The prince's son Song collected his salary and went to the capital together.
The kiln superintendent built the government office, the plaque on the covered bridge said "The wind is rising", the bottomless Suolongjing, the old locust tree with every locust leaf containing the shadow of the ancestors, the old porcelain mountain of the immortal tomb...
Not to mention that there are so many local snakes and river dragons in the small town.
What a mess.
No wonder Old Man Yang said that one day, Chen Pingan, you will discover how big this town is.
Thinking of the old man in the drug store who advocated fair trade, Chen Ping'an looked gloomy and exhaled softly. He subconsciously clenched the sword embryo in his hand. After standing up, he hid the sword embryo in his sleeve pocket and left the house abandoned by Song Jixin.
House. Back at his home, Chen Ping'an gave the girl in pink skirt the keys to Liu Xianyang's house and asked the two of them to move there. After all, the house in Mu Ping Lane was too small.
The boy in green clothes hadn't finished drinking the well water yet. He stood up from the water tank and suddenly remembered something and asked: "Master, you didn't use an ordinary snake gallstone to exchange a lot of rags with me...
Bottles, since you are so close to Miss Ruan, why don’t you give her those Yunxia bottles and Yuehua bottles as gifts? Master, based on my hundreds of years of experience in the world, women in the world, no matter what your status is,
Gao, they all like fancy things, isn’t it better than a broken bamboo slip?”
The boy in green said with a smile, "Why, is it because I don't want to part with those precious bottles and don't want to give them to Ruan Xiu? Then I have to boldly say a few words to you. Ruan Xiu is the only daughter of a military saint, and I am one of them."
Giving away all 10,000 bottles is still a good deal!"
Chen Ping'an helped the girl in pink skirt carry the bookcase and said angrily: "Can't you see that Master Ruan doesn't like me?"
The boy in Tsing Yi carefully recalled the scene at that time, and it seemed that the sage-like master was indeed lukewarm towards Chen Pingan. The boy in Tsing Yi said, "He is blind, so he can't see that you have a bright future, sir.
Master, don’t be angry, your body is not worth it if you are so angry..."
Suddenly he remembered that Ruan Qiong was the master of this world. He was within his jurisdiction. If the emperor sat on the dragon's throne, he would belong to the whole world. He was the king's land. Therefore, he had many unimaginable Taoist and magical powers. The boy in green hurriedly
He slapped himself in the face, "Children's words are unbridled. Children's words are unbridled. The saint fell asleep and didn't hear anything. Don't blame him if he did..."
The boy in green asked again: "But whether or not I send a bottle to Ruan Xiu, what does it have to do with whether Ruan Shengren likes the master or not?"
Chen Pingan explained casually: "If I want to give away bottles, I will definitely give them all away. When Miss Ruan goes home with such a large number of bottles and cans, she will probably be discovered by Master Ruan, and I will be even more annoying.
He might be mistaken for having bad intentions, and if Miss Ruan has a dispute with her father, it won't be good after all."
The girl in pink skirt suddenly nodded and said, "Master, you are so thoughtful."
The boy in green had a face full of shock, "Master, what do you mean by mistaking someone for bad intentions? Didn't you clearly have evil intentions for Ruan Xiu?"
"What nonsense!"
Chen Ping'an slapped the kid in Tsing Yi on the back of the head, causing him to stumble across the threshold. The kid in Tsing Yi ran into the courtyard and stood at the entrance of the courtyard. He turned around and said with a playful smile: "Master, please don't kill anyone and silence me. I promise to keep it secret."
It’s more bottle than Li Baoping, it’s more bottle than Yao Liang bottle!”
Chen Pingan put his hand on his forehead, feeling ashamed to see others.
The girl in pink skirt looked at the Mud Bottle Alley outside the courtyard gate, and once again felt that her eyes were opened. The first time was to feel the abundant spiritual energy of Longquan County, and the second time was to see with her own eyes the potential wealth of the Luopo Mountain.
The third time was to see the extraordinary and handsome Wei Bo, and the fourth time was to walk into the beautiful bamboo building that could condense the luck of the landscape.
Now for the fifth time, what fell into the eyes of the girl in pink skirt was an elegant scholar standing in a dark alley. At this time, the scene looked like the rising sun.
The man in green shirt asked with a smile: "What's wrong with my treasure bottle?"
The boy in green suddenly tensed up and turned his head stiffly. After seeing the young man, he looked around and saw no one else. He was full of suspicion. The scholar in front of him looked ordinary.
The girl in the pink skirt blinked hard. The fire python, who grew up in Cao's library in Zhilan, realized at this moment that the scholar seemed to have lost all his brilliance and magic in an instant. No matter how you looked at it, he was just an ordinary noble man.
The kid in Tsing Yi learned a lot from the experience. Even if he didn't see any clues about the young man, he still didn't lie. He smiled and pretended to be stupid, "Li Baoping is my master's best friend, so I treat that little girl very well."
I admire you, who are you?"
"Brother Li, why are you here?"
Chen Ping'an had already solved the mystery and walked to the entrance of the courtyard for fear that the boy in Tsing Yi would cause trouble.
Li Xisheng said with a hint of guilt: "I forgot to mention that in those books I gave you earlier, there were many comments and questions about my personal insights in the margins of the pages. Mo Biao had some superficial comments and experiences, and Zhu Biao had some comments that I really wanted to ask the sages face to face.
Question. I came here just to tell you that you don’t have to worry about these words for the time being. If you can’t help it, don’t read it. Just read it. Don’t let my ideas cause you to misinterpret the original content of a book.
The original meaning of purpose.”
Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "I've written it down."
Li Xisheng smiled and turned to look at the boy in Tsing Yi, and said softly: "It's okay to joke, but remember that words will be lost if you talk too much. Every word in the world is powerful. Words are combined into words, words are connected into sentences, and sentences are combined into articles. The road is the way.
In it.”
The kid in Tsing Yi raised his head and stared at the scholar who ran out for no reason. He was full of cynicism, but he didn't blurt it out. It was a bit hard to bear it. If he hadn't suffered a lot at the blacksmith shop, the kid in Tsing Yi would have wanted to ask you about this guy.
If you are so good at being a teacher, why don't you go to a Confucian academy to become a saint?
Li Xisheng seemed to see through the Tsing Yi boy's thoughts at a glance, and even heard his inner voice directly. With a warm smile, he explained patiently: "Buddhism has a theory of order, Taoism has a step-by-step approach to the Bridge of Immortality, and a step-by-step teaching on the Ladder to Heaven.
We Confucians have a step-by-step rule, so I have to take the imperial examination first. As for whether I can become a Confucian saint in the future, it is too far away to dare to hope."
The boy in green clothes felt like he was mourning for his heir. He didn't dare to look at the scholar anymore. He just turned his head and looked at Chen Ping'an for help. His expression was desolate and hopeless, and he didn't dare to say a word.
I feel like I am complaining to my master. This Longquan County is really terrible. A random person comes and sits on a bamboo chair, he is a military sage, and another person comes and stands in the alley.
A Confucian gentleman who can read his own mind? A wise man?
So next time, will someone casually punch himself to death?
The girl in the pink skirt blushed, mustered up her courage, and asked loudly: "Sir, why do we often suddenly not recognize certain words when we are reading? Even if they are right under our noses, staying motionless on the page.
, but we just feel strange?"
Li Xisheng was slightly surprised. He looked at the petite and cute girl in a pink skirt. He understood something in his heart and showed a hint of appreciation. The scholar from the Li family bent down, winked at her, and lowered his voice slightly, speaking half truthfully and half falsely.
Said: "Because at a certain time, certain words were secretly borrowed by certain saints."
The girl in the pink skirt was a little angry. She had a special stubbornness when it came to books and knowledge, and she actually taught others a lesson for the first time. "Sir, if you don't know the correct answer, don't answer questions randomly. Where in the world can there be such inexorability?"
Reasonable things! Knowing it is knowing and not knowing it is not knowing. This is knowledge..."
The further back, the girl in the pink skirt became weaker and weaker, and her voice became lower and lower, until finally it was so thin that even she herself could not hear it.
Chen Pingan smiled and patted the girl in pink skirt on the little head, and said to Li Xisheng: "Brother Li, don't be angry, she is usually not like this."
Li Xisheng laughed heartily and said cheerfully: "This is the best."
Hearing that Chen Ping'an was going elsewhere, Li Xisheng followed him and left Mubo Alley.
Chen Ping'an suddenly discovered that in the alley ahead, there was a young man with his hands behind his back... a swordsman?
The swordsman on Chen Pingan's side had a short sword slightly longer than a dagger hanging on his waist, and on the other side hung a sword that was much longer than an ordinary long sword.
The scabbard of the short sword is white, and the scabbard of the long sword is dark.
The young swordsman's side profile is feminine, and the corners of his mouth are naturally raised, giving the impression that he is smiling all the time, so that his appearance is quite like a fox. He narrowed his eyes and stared at
To be continued...