When Chen Pingan woke up on the roof, he found that he was covered with a piece of clothing and the sword gourd was beside him. If in the past, Chen Pingan had been drunk and passed out all night, he would have definitely jumped off the roof immediately to check what he had left last night.
There was a locust wood sword box on the table in the house, but today, Chen Pingan just slowly put away the clothes and folded them carefully, not in a hurry, because he believed that the wooden box was there.
Chen Pingan believed in that old boatman.
Chen Pingan put the sword gourd on his waist, sat cross-legged, turned his head and looked to the east, where the morning glow was brilliant.
Compared with Chen Ping'an's previous state of mind when he left Jiaolonggou to chase Osmanthus Island, it was a world of difference. One was distracted and erratic, while the other had a horse in mind.
Chen Ping'an stood up, stretched out his hands to cover his eyes, and admired the scene of the morning glow. He once saw in a landscape travelogue that the morning glow spread its colors and shamed the clothes hanger. I really don't know how a scholar could come up with such a beautiful image.
Chen Ping'an suddenly turned his head and looked outside Guimai Small Courtyard. There was a young girl dressed as an osmanthus lady. She was standing under a sparse osmanthus tree with green shade. She was bored. She looked up at a branch of osmanthus leaf and pointed with her fingers.
, probably guessing the odd and even numbers of the leaves, Chen Pingan followed her line of sight, took a closer look, grinned, and said loudly: "Girl, there are thirty-two leaves!"
The girl turned her head blankly and saw the little sword fairy queen carrying a sling on the roof. Her cheeks turned red. It seemed that the morning glow in the sky would also favor some beauties.
Miss Guihua, who was found to be lazy, suppressed her shyness and asked, "Master, do you want to have breakfast now?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Okay, please help me, girl, to get more, I'm hungry."
The sweet-scented osmanthus girl blinked her eyes, and the figure floated down into the small courtyard and suddenly disappeared. The girl's mood suddenly improved.
In the past few days, although the little sword fairy was also polite, she was still very scared. She always felt that she had done something wrong, even if she would definitely not go to Aunt Gui to complain, she would definitely be punished.
He saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart. So she was a little afraid of him. He had told her not to see anyone, so she honestly blocked many guests who came to visit, and refused a group of gods on the mountain.
How many eye rolls and frustrations have I received.
After Chen Pingan had breakfast, he began to practice boxing in the courtyard. He practiced the mountain-shaking fist in the morning, and practiced sword fighting alone in the afternoon. He still held the sword in an imaginary way. The main attack was the avalanche style, because Chen Pingan felt that this sword move was good.
It was very refreshing. After entering the fourth realm, my mental energy began to be restrained. During the six steps of walking on piles, it looked light and fluttery, like a flying dragon stepping on snow and mud, but with every subtle and rapid pause, the fist energy poured out, especially rapidly.
Turning to sword training, Chen Pingan found that both sides had completely different luck paths, but the "meaning" was the same. This made Chen Pingan feel more at ease, because he discovered that practicing boxing diligently is cultivation, and he can cultivate many practices.
When Li Xisheng was drawing talismans in front of Luo Po Mountain Bamboo House, he said that drawing talismans is practice. A Liang punched someone to the ground. He also said on Kunzhou that practicing boxing to the extreme is practicing swordsmanship.
Then the fourth level of martial arts continues like this. Before, Chen Pingan would still feel confused and confused, but now he is much more determined.
In the evening Chen Pingan practiced sword furnace stake setting.
When they were having supper, Mrs. Gui did not ask the sweet-scented osmanthus girl to come forward, and the woman personally brought the food box.
This Aunt Gui seemed to be worried and didn't know how to speak. Chen Ping'an had already taken the lead and said: "Aunt Gui, this time I helped Mr. Fan save Guihua Island. Can you help me Feijian send him a message and say that I like it very much?"
Will this Guimai Courtyard belong to me from now on? Aunt Gui, I don’t think Mr. Fan is too stingy, but most of the elders of the Fan family won’t agree. Can you tell me when the time comes?”
Aunt Gui was full of suspicion and looked at the young man carefully. Her expression did not seem to be hypocritical. She had mixed feelings for a moment and said with a smile: "Over there at Fan's Ancestral Hall, if you dare not agree, then Aunt Gui will drag Mr. Fan to complain, a shrew."
Swearing in the street and rolling on the ground will definitely succeed."
Aunt Gui sat next to Chen Pingan, watching him wolfing down the food. She seemed to be amused by herself. She covered her mouth and smiled, "A small courtyard has been carved out on Guihua Island alone. This is a rare thing that has never happened before. Aunt Gui will draft it herself right now."
A land deed, according to the rules of the yamen, is made in duplicate. We will sign it first, cut it first and then play it. When the time comes, let Mr. Fan throw it into the ancestral hall and run away, regardless of whether those old men want it or not."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Aunt Gui, there is no need for the land deed. You and I don't need this."
Aunt Gui stared into the boy's eyes, "Really don't need it?"
Chen Pingan looked at her, nodded and said, "Really."
The woman sighed slightly, and suddenly she hugged the boy and held her in her arms. Mrs. Gui, who was plain in appearance but graceful in bearing, smiled softly and said: "Although he is about the same age as Mr. Fan, that time he picked bamboos and went boating,
It’s heroic spirit, and it’s like this today...Oh, the hearts of all women in the world are really going to break.”
Chen Pingan was still holding chopsticks, his body was tilted, a bit like the old willow tree with a crooked neck by the Tiefu River. He didn't think much about it, he just felt that Mrs. Gui had said good things about him, but the good thing was that Chen Pingan really didn't
I understand, especially if a woman is soft-hearted, what is the point? Isn’t it a metaphor for a scholar? Moreover, Aunt Gui’s way of expressing the kindness of friends and the kindness of elders is indeed a bit inappropriate. Fortunately, there is a gap in age between the two of them.
There are too many. I believe that even if outsiders see it, they won’t think much about it...
The woman had let go of Chen Ping'an and smiled slightly. Seeing the boy's cute expression with blank eyes and no blush on his face, Aunt Gui squinted her eyes. For the first time, the normally dignified woman revealed a charming and charming look and joked.
: "Oh, it turns out he is still a child just like Mr. Fan."
From beginning to end, Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed, so he had to lower his head to eat and occasionally drink.
Aunt Gui smiled and stood up to leave.
As a result, I saw an old man carrying wine with a playful smile at the door, smelling of alcohol, swinging the wine bottle, striding into the yard, shouting about wine for Uncle Huan, removing worries and bringing joy, toads and rabbits moving, and osmanthus trees shaking.
shade.
Mrs. Gui smiled helplessly, didn't take it seriously, and left slowly, the shadow of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree accompanying her all the way.
The old man Zhouzi suddenly lost all his drunkenness and said seriously: "Chen Ping'an, my master suddenly came to Osmanthus Island. He called you by name and asked you by name. He said he wanted to send you a message. Have you seen him? I can only confirm that master
The old man is not a bad person, and he has always been compassionate, but I am also not sure whether such a good person will do something bad. The reason why he does not want to climb the mountain to come to this small courtyard..."
The old man suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "Logically speaking, I, as a disciple, should be kept taboo by His Majesty, but for this matter, forget it, I'd better tell you. Master, he was once the number one ferry operator on Guihua Island.
He was a boatman, making dragon poles, origami carriages, horses, and tall buildings. These were all the rules he taught me. But after that, the master quickly disappeared. He only appeared once five hundred years ago, and he took me in.
For such a registered disciple, it can be seen that... the master misses Mrs. Gui a little bit, but it is a pity that he has angered Mrs. Gui somehow and does not allow the master to set foot on Osmanthus Island."
Lao Zhouzi suddenly said: "I guess the master is the punter recorded in Taoist classics. He went to sea for hundreds of years at a time, punting the boat for... the person you mentioned. So he came to you this time.
, I am only helping to spread the news, Chen Pingan, you can think about it yourself whether to go or not."
Chen Pingan thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Go. That Lu..."
Lao Zhouzi winked quickly, stopped Chen Ping'an from talking, and lowered his voice: "If you are called by someone's name, a sage with great teachings can feel it. Think about it, why are ordinary people in the market often warned?
, you are not allowed to call the names of your deceased elders? Is it just out of etiquette? It’s not that simple.”
Chen Pingan said yes and went down the mountain with Lao Zhouzi.
The old man joked: "Aren't you afraid that I have evil intentions?"
Chen Ping'an pretended to be mysterious and said softly: "I have some feelings about whether others harm me or not. Senior, does this mean that I have the potential to be a saint?"
The old man couldn't help but laugh. Saints and Qi practitioners of the upper five realms are actually two kinds of people. If you want to become a saint, especially a saint of the three religions from hundreds of schools of thought, even if you are only a saint of the tenth realm, you may be compared to other Qi practitioners.
It is even more difficult to reach the Yupu realm.
After going down the mountain and approaching the familiar ferry, Chen Ping'an and Lao Zhouzi were a little surprised, but they felt it was reasonable.
Mrs. Gui stood at the ferry, her sleeves fluttering, aloof from the world, as if she was preventing a middle-aged man from stopping the boat and landing.
Mrs. Gui was the owner of the small world of Osmanthus Island, so she naturally knew that the two were approaching, and did not want to be entangled with this person anymore, so she spoke sternly and said angrily to the dull-looking middle-aged boatman: "Go quickly, we want to chat, go to the sea
Chat, you never want to set foot on Osmanthus Island! Otherwise I will fight you tooth and nail."
The middle-aged man with a rough appearance was the boatman who supported Jianxiu's boat for a long trip before. He should also be the preaching teacher of the old Zhouzi beside Chen Pingan.
The middle-aged man had an unbeatable and boring temperament, but Mrs. Gui at the ferry was his Achilles heel. Seeing a woman so unkind and even so cruel for the first time made the honest man feel like the world was shattering.
Life was so boring, so I became anxious, threw away my pennies, stamped my feet repeatedly, and wailed: "Well, well! Isn't it just after being rejected by you that time that I was so emotionally hurt and drunk?
, drunken and cowardly, secretly ran to hug the laurel tree a few times, it was uncontrollable and excusable... You still don’t know who I am, even my husband said
I am honest and honest."
Mrs. Gui was so angry that she sneered: "Yo yo yo, it's all linked together, first with emotion, then with reason, and finally with support, it's awesome, who taught you this set of words?"
The man's courage, which he finally mustered up, was all gone, and he said solemnly: "Xiao Qi from Shen Gaozong..."
Mrs. Gui stretched out her hand and shouted angrily: "You are a big man, do you still have any sense of responsibility and loyalty? Qi Zhen helps you with suggestions, and you betray them like this? You don't even hesitate?! Get out!"
As if he had been punished by God, the middle-aged man sat down on the boat, swaying his hands and feet, and shouted: "How can I survive! What a fun life it is!"
Old Zhouzi stopped, unwilling to take another step forward. He covered his face with his hands and refused to look at the sight of his master. It was a great shame for a disciple to be so heartless and crazy.
Old Zhouzi suddenly turned around, "I'm gone, if you look at it again, my broken Taoist heart, even if I was lucky enough not to be beaten to pieces by the old dragon, I will return it to the master."
The man shouted to Lao Zhouzi: "Little bucket, when you see the master, you don't say hello?"
Lao Zhouzi, who was called his childhood nickname, stopped and sighed, but turned around and resolutely refused to look at his master. He bowed and saluted with lightning speed, and said, "Master, long live me. Farewell, my disciple."
I quickly ran away and went hiking.
Chen Pingan walked all the way and walked to Mrs. Gui. They both nodded and smiled. Chen Pingan squatted on the shore of the ferry and looked at the man who looked at him and then at Mrs. Gui. Chen Pingan was a little creepy, thinking that this man's eyes were a bit...
Something is wrong, why do the women from Mubo Alley and Xinghua Alley look at their men and Gu Can's mother? Chen Ping'an suddenly realized that he looked like a very honest person, why was he so petty? No wonder Mrs. Gui didn't like it.
Chen Ping'an asked: "Do you have anything to do with me?"
The middle-aged man roughly repeated what he had said to the sword cultivator before.
To be continued...