In the early morning, the door creaked, and the skinny little girl woke up instantly, jumped off the back of the stone lion, tiptoed, hunched over, and escaped along the base of the wall.
Of course Chen Pingan "got up" earlier than her. After watching the little girl leave from a distance, he stopped following her and returned to his own residence. Chen Pingan rented a side house in a house in the south of the capital. There are nearby
Zhuangyuan Lane has a great reputation, but in fact it is not as good as Xinghua Lane in my hometown. It is home to many shabby scholars who went to Beijing to take the exam. They failed in spring and could not afford the travel expenses back home. In the capital, they can meet the people they just met.
Friends exchanged knowledge and settled down.
Chen Pingan only had the house key, but not the courtyard door key, so he returned to his residence quickly. The courtyard door was open. Chen Pingan returned to his room, closed the door, and glanced at the stack of books on the table and the ones on the bed.
The bedding had been touched, and the little clues were very strange in Chen Ping'an's eyes. He sighed, feeling a little helpless. Fortunately, there were many things.
Chen Pingan didn't live here before. He stayed in an inn and asked for a big room where he could practice boxing and swordplay at will. Later, he searched for a Taoist temple to no avail and became more and more irritable. Chen Pingan stopped walking and fighting for the first time.
In order to save money on swordsmanship, I moved here and only occasionally practice sword furnace standing.
Chen Pingan was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, lost in thought.
It's not a problem to keep running around like a headless fly.
Benefiting from the struggle of dripping water through the stone on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and the two battles at the Flying Eagle Castle, especially the self-destruction of the evil monk's alchemy room, the spiritual energy poured out like a flood. Chen Pingan went against the current and gained a lot. Chen Pingan is now
There are some signs of loosening of bottlenecks in the four realms of martial arts, but he always feels that something is missing. Chen Pingan has a vague intuition that as long as he is willing, he can quickly cross the threshold of the fourth and fifth realms, but Chen Pingan still hopes to be more
It's solid, but it really doesn't work. Just like what Lu Tai said at the beginning, try your luck at Wushengren Temple, or find an ancient battlefield site and look for those heroic spirits and ghosts who linger after the battle.
He had to find something to do, otherwise Chen Pingan would be afraid that he would get moldy.
Chen Ping'an decided to stay in the capital city of Nanyuan until the end of summer. If he could no longer find the Taoist temple, he returned to Aquarius Continent and focused all his energy on the Seventh Level of Martial Arts. Cui Chan's grandfather was at the Luoluo Mountain Bamboo Tower.
Bian, Chen Ping'an is very confident in this, and the ten-year agreement with Ning Yao may be brought forward a few years.
However, Chen Ping'an was still a little scared. He was afraid that the barefoot old man with a lofty ambition and invincible boxing skills would threaten to polish him into the strongest five or six realms.
The Third Realm was already so painful back then. Chen Ping'an was really afraid that he would be beaten to death by the old man, and it would be so painful.
Chen Pingan held the back of his head with both hands and slowly closed his eyes.
I don’t know if there was a real winner between A Liang and the legendary invincible Taoist brother that day.
I don’t know that Liu Xianyang saw how high the highest mountain was and how big the largest water was on his long journey to Yingyin Chen Family.
I don’t know if Li Baoping is happy or not studying at Cliff Academy.
I wonder if Gu Can was bullied by anyone in Shujian Lake, or if he had an extra little notebook for recording grudges against others.
I wonder if Miss Ruan Xiu likes to eat the peach blossom cakes from the Qilong Lane shop.
I wonder if Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia made new friends while traveling together, so that they could go through life and death together and conquer demons.
I wonder if Fan Er met the girl he liked in Old Dragon City.
Chen Pingan actually fell asleep with his thoughts on his mind.
There was Feijian on the 15th day of the lunar month in the sword-raising gourd. In fact, Chen Ping'an had to sleep in the open air all the way, so he was not too worried.
The owner of this house is a family of five, with three generations living under one roof. The old man likes to go out and find people to play chess with. His chess skills are weak and his chess quality is even worse. He likes to play chess.
The old woman spoke harshly and had a gloomy face all day long. She easily reminded Chen Ping'an of Granny Ma from Xinghua Lane.
There are two young couples. The woman does some needlework and takes care of the housework at home. She scolds her mother-in-law every day until she never lifts her head. According to the old saying in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, the man is a baggage bastard, that is, he carries a big baggage.
Buy rags everywhere, tie a small drum around your waist, and shout loudly in the streets. If you are lucky, you can pick up valuable old objects and sell them to a familiar antique shop. You can earn a lot of money by selling them.
The couple is average-looking, but they have a good-looking son. He is seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth. He does not look like a baby from a back alley, but more like a young man from a wealthy family. He went to school and is said to be very popular with teachers.
My husband likes it. I often watch his grandfather play chess with others. He can squat for more than half an hour without saying a word. He is a true gentleman and looks like a young master.
Neighbors, young and old, were all close to the child, and they often made fun of him, wondering which one they liked more, the green plum girl in the next alley or Miss Liu in the school. The child often just smiled shyly and continued to watch the chess game in silence.
After Chen Ping'an fell asleep.
A little thing emerged from the ground, climbed up on the table, sat next to the "book mountain", and began to doze off.
Xiaolianren'er is obviously proficient in the art of earth escape, which is silent and extremely fast.
Before arriving at the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, Chen Pingan had fun with it several times, either galloping wildly, or galloping for dozens of miles in one breath. When he stopped, there would always be something at his feet.
A little guy poked his head out of the soil and giggled at him.
Whether Chen Pingan is walking, boxing or practicing swordsmanship, it never disturbs him and always watches from a distance. Only when Chen Pingan waves to it will it come to Chen Pingan and climb up along the golden robe.
Finally, they sat on Chen Pingan's shoulders, one big and one small, enjoying the scenery together.
As for the snow money, it is temporarily stored with Chen Ping'an.
Chen Ping'an just took a short nap, and was soon awakened by the movement in the yard. The old woman was chattering, the woman was croaking, the old man was hoaring his throat, and the children were reading the contents of the elementary school books in the morning. Only the young and strong man
, he should still be sleeping soundly.
Chen Pingan sat at the table and gently picked up a book. The little thing slowly woke up, feeling dazed, and looked at Chen Pingan blankly.
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I'll sleep with you."
The little thing quickly stood up, ran to Chen Pingan, and helped him open a page of the book.
Chen Pingan was accustomed to it. The books on the table were all newly bought after leaving Lutai and Flying Eagle Castle. At that time, Lutai said that only by reading first-rate books could one hope to become a second-rate person. When it comes to reading, one cannot seek perfection.
Don't bite off more than you can chew, focus on intensive reading, chew slowly, and really take in all the subtleties of a classic. Those beautiful images, insightful truths, and the spirit hidden between sentences
, turn them all for your own use, this is called reading, otherwise it is just flipping through books, and after reading thousands of volumes, it will be a two-legged bookcase.
Chen Ping'an was enlightened at that time. If Lu Tai hadn't reminded him, he would have bought a good book whenever he saw it and read it carefully. However, the sea of ​​books is endless and life is limited. Chen Ping'an had to practice both boxing and swordsmanship.
, I also have to look for Taoist temples, and finally have some spare time, which should really be used to read the best books.
Lu Tai had given him a book list, but Chen Ping'an treasured the piece of paper and did not follow the book list to buy books. Instead, he went to buy the Confucian classics of Yasheng.
It is a pity that the books written by the literary sage and old scholar are no longer available in the market.
Chen Pingan wanted to see "March 4" and compare them.
Emotionally speaking, Chen Ping'an is of course most inclined to Mr. Qi's husband, the old scholar who loves to drink and talk while drinking. But there is no problem in liking, admiring and respecting a person. If you feel that what that person says, do it.
It's all right, but there will be big problems.
Was the knowledge of the literary sage and old scholar high? Of course it was very high. According to the young Cui Chan, it was once so high that all scholars felt that they were "at the height of their power."
So is Chen Ping'an qualified to think that the old scholar's theory is not the most reasonable?
It seems like a small thing is shaking a big tree, which is ridiculous, but in fact it is true, because there is a sub-sage, and there are many classics left by the sub-sage.
Chen Ping'an once told Ning Yao's parents that to truly like someone is to like their bad qualities.
I also told the boy in blue and the girl in pink skirt, "If I am wrong, remember to remind me."
However, deep down in his heart, Chen Pingan still hopes that after seeing the knowledge of both sides of the March 4th War, he can sincerely feel that the literary sage and the old scholar are more correct.
Then next time I drink with the old man, we will have something to talk about.
Chen Ping'an sat upright, reading very slowly and speaking in a very soft voice. Whenever he reached the end of a page, Xiaolian would quickly turn over a new page with his hands and feet.
Then he continued to sit back at the table between Chen Pingan and the books on the table, imitating Chen Pingan's upright sitting posture. He raised his ears and listened quietly to the sound of reading above his head.
To the courtyard outside the house, which is filled with the smoke and smoke of the market, Chen Ping'an, who is wearing a white robe with a sword on his back and a gourd hanging on his back, is like a strange person far away in the horizon.
Just pay.
Not far from Zhuangyuan Lane, there are wine shops and brothels, as well as temples with chanting Sanskrit sounds. Although they are close, they are like two worlds apart.
Chen Pingan can often see monks going out for alms. Although they are thin, most of them have peaceful faces. Even if they are not wearing cassocks, you can tell the difference between them and the common people at a glance.
As for Goulan Restaurant, there is often a bustle of people at night, and the whole street is filled with a strong smell of powder, which often doesn't stop until the early morning. Although the people there, whether they are customers drinking flower wine or women toasting,
, Duo Jinluo silk and satin. Once the joy came to an end, Duo looked haggard. Chen Pingan saw the women several times after sending the guests away from the brothel, and then went back to remove makeup and makeup from their faces. When the sky was bright, they walked out of the side door of the brothel and arrived at a crowded street.
In the alleyway of vendors, sit there and drink a bowl of rice porridge or wontons. Some women fall asleep on the table while eating.
A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. It's like borrowing money from God and having to pay it back.
Some of the vendors who are familiar with the women on the hook love to talk dirty. Some of the women are careless and say perfunctory words in order to save a few coins, and some are extra sincere. They should be used to lowering their eyebrows to please their eyes and misunderstandings.
When they were flattered, they started to yell and curse, and the vendors cowered. When the women left, they began to scold them for being nothing more than sluts in the flesh business. Why did they have the nerve to pretend to be such young ladies?
The next day, the brothel girls who scolded others still come as usual, and the street vendor men who were scolded yesterday will still peek at their white hands exposed from the sleeves. They are as white as pork on the chopping board. Compared with their yellow faces,
Damn, it's like heaven and earth. I really don't know how these pretty girls were born and raised. Just thinking about touching their breasts will cost half a year of hard work, so I can only sigh.
Nanyuan Kingdom has been without war for hundreds of years, and the country is peaceful and peaceful. King after king has ruled from generation to generation, and has neither a good name nor a bad reputation.
To be continued...