Ning Yao saw Chen Ping'an returning from the city. He didn't say much. The old woman was heartbroken again. When she caught Nalan walking at night, she cursed him loudly.
Nalan doesn't talk back when he walks at night. You have to accept your fate as a human being.
It is rare for a dignified swordsman to suffer such a grievance.
The old man went to drink alone.
Chen Ping'an was familiar with applying medicine to recuperate injuries, and Grandma Bai had already given him the key to the treasure house of Ning Mansion's alchemy room.
On the way there, Chen Ping'an told Ning Yao and Aunt Bai about the assassination of Guo Zhujiu, and told them all the causes and consequences.
The old woman muttered something, these shady people like to bully children, they really will die badly.
Ning Yao didn't take it too seriously. The little girl was fine. Ning Yao didn't want to think too much about the rest. Anyway, Chen Pingan liked to think about things, so those who can do more work.
With Ning Yao following his future uncle, Bai Lianshuang didn't get involved and found an opportunity to scold Old Dog Nalan again. She didn't enjoy the scolding when she was present earlier.
Chen Ping'an was familiar with the situation, his arms were bloody, and most of the bones in his hands were exposed. He still didn't realize it. He chose three porcelain bottles and applied various colored plasters on himself. The three colors were arranged in different order. When bandaging the wound, he also
I was in the mood to joke with myself, "According to the porcelain fired in our dragon kiln, this is called three-color glaze. It is not a precious glaze color. The emperors of Dali in the past dynasties rarely used it for the royal family. Most of them were used to reward meritorious officials. The first emperor of Dali
In the past, the old emperor was fond of a kind of underglaze blue and white with small doucai and gold tracing. It was beautiful, the process was complicated, and it was extremely difficult to make it. It was just a bit gaudy. We have never had the chance to see the complete utensil.
I have only seen defective pieces in Lao Porcelain Mountain. They are indeed very fancy, and the craftsmanship is so complicated that only the young old man Yao could do it at the entrance of dozens of dragon kilns."
At first, Chen Pingan was afraid that Ning Yao would find these trivial details annoying, but Ning Yao listened very attentively, so Chen Pingan told some more interesting things about his life in the Long Kiln.
"When I was an apprentice, Liu Xianyang often took me to Lao Porcelain Mountain. When he got there, he would pick and choose as if he were at his own home, including all the family treasures, including the old and new porcelain from past dynasties, what kind of utensils they were in the past, and what should be included.
The porcelain makings are almost the same as those made by him. Under the premise that no one is a spiritual practitioner, making porcelain does require talent. After becoming a cultivator, looking at the world of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, it will naturally change.
Looking at it, there are too many flaws and countless mistakes, and it cannot withstand careful scrutiny. It is like 'Being a guest on the mountain, I realize the big dream first, but only think about the ordinary'."
"Song Jixin's father is much more simple and elegant. Our kiln at the entrance is dedicated to firing large vessels for the imperial court. In private, we apprentices have taken many of the characteristics of those royal vessels and secretly adopted loach backs and lamp grass roots.
, Mao'erxu's statement, at that time I was wondering whether the richest emperor in the world knew about these things. I heard that today's young emperor's preference has turned to more glamorous things, but compared to his grandfather, he is still very restrained.
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Ning Yao smiled and said: "How can you remember so many things? I can't remember them."
Chen Ping'an said: "Why are you turning around and cursing people?"
Ning Yao was confused, "What did I scold you for?"
Chen Ping'an said: "Aren't you complaining that I am not professional in cultivation and am too slow to break through?"
Ning Yao bent his fingers and flicked one of Chen Ping'an's arms, "You asked for it."
Chen Ping'an put his hands in his sleeves and quickly turned around to avoid it, "Ordinary women would have cried till they cried when they saw such a tragic situation. You are lucky, but you are going to make matters worse."
Ning Yao stopped and said, "Oh? Did I make you feel wronged?"
Chen Ping'an looked calm, put his feet together, jumped forward, shook his head, and said to himself: "How can the Ning Yao I like be an ordinary woman?"
Ning Yao kicked Chen Ping'an in front of him.
Chen Ping'an was kicked on the butt, and he fell forward, nodded his head to the ground, turned his body upside down, stood still gracefully, turned his head with a smile, "I am a pile of heaven and earth, do you want to learn?"
Ning Yao walked forward slowly, too lazy to pay attention to him.
Chen Ping'an stood there, waiting for Ning Yao to stand side by side with him, before continuing to walk, and asked softly: "The group of geniuses before you, the small group of innate sword embryos who are roughly between fifty and a hundred years old, will soon
Strong? I have only seen one of them, Wang Zongping, Yuanying Bottleneck Sword Cultivator, at Diezhang Liquor Shop, and I have never seen the rest."
Ning Yao did not answer the question in a hurry, but instead asked: "Our generation of sword cultivators is full of geniuses. It is a great year that has not been seen in thousands of years. You have heard about this a long time ago. There are about thirty people. After two battles, you
Do you know how many are left?"
Chen Ping'an said: "Including Guo Zhujiu and six others who went up to the city but never went down to the south, there are thirty-two people. Now there are a total of twenty-four people alive, eight people died in the battle, and half died in the chaos.
Among them, Zhang Rong, who was extremely qualified, was attacked and assassinated by a Jade Pu Realm great demon. The formation guarding swordsman around Zhang Rong failed to save him and died together in battle."
Ning Yao looked at Chen Pingan. She didn't seem to want to talk anymore. You know everything anyway, so why ask. She couldn't remember many things, and he didn't know them clearly.
Just looking at the pitiful Chen Ping'an, Ning Yao continued: "I have to practice, let's talk about it later."
Chen Pingan said: "Then I'll go have a drink with Grandpa Nalan."
Ning Yao quickened his pace and said, "It's up to you."
Chen Pingan, who originally didn't want to drink, really wanted to drink now.
Ning Yao didn't turn around and said: "Drink less."
Chen Pingan promised, but actually he didn't want to drink that much just now, but suddenly he wanted to drink more.
When they arrived at the house where Nalan was walking at night, the old man sighed. It wasn't that he couldn't relieve his sorrow after drinking, but that the old lady had just left and cursed her so much.
Nalan Yexing smiled and asked, "Drink something?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, and the old man poured a bowl of wine, but did not dare to fill it up. After all, the future uncle was still injured and was afraid that the old lady would have a reason to curse again.
Chen Pingan's arms were bandaged like rice dumplings. In fact, it was difficult to move. However, he was a monk in the fifth realm and had learned the magic. With a slight movement of his mind, he controlled the wine in the bowl and pulled the white bowl in front of him, imitating Chen Sanqiu.
, lowered his head and bit the white bowl, lifted it slightly, tilted the wine bowl slightly, and drank a sip of wine.
Nalan Yexing smiled, this is just doing as the Romans do, which is good.
Chen Pingan complained: "Grandpa Nalan, why is it not the Zhuhai Dongtian wine from my own wine shop?"
Nalan Yexing smiled and said: "They are all left over from the Ning Mansion's treasury this year. At the beginning of every year, your Aunt Bai will give you a fixed number of drinks. It is almost the end of the year, and there are not many jars left at home. You will go and help next year."
I don’t need to tell you about your business, our Aunt Bai will buy a lot of it and keep it as a treasure."
Chen Pingan said: "Grandpa Nalan, are you a little curious as to why my sword energy stopped at 18 and my progress is so slow?"
Nalan Yexing nodded and said: "Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so slow. But Mr. Chen won't tell me, so I can't ask more questions."
Chen Ping'an explained: "One of the pass qi mansions where the sword qi passes is just like the wine on the table. There was something from the old collection."
Nalan Yexing asked curiously: "But it is a relic of a certain Sword Immortal and someone else's flying sword that has been put aside for the time being by the Young Master?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "It's a wisp of sword energy."
Nalan Yexing was surprised and said: "A wisp of sword energy?"
Chen Pingan smiled brightly and said: "It's a 'tiny, tiny' wisp of sword energy. No matter how much it is, it's not appropriate to say more."
I have said before that with Nalan Yexing by my side, I can speak freely.
Even if the swordsmen in the city use their magical powers to control mountains and rivers to spy on Ning Mansion, they will deliberately avoid Nalan Yexing, a former immortal.
Nalan Yexing was shocked, but he didn't ask any more questions. He raised the wine bowl and said, "Stop talking, let's drink."
Chen Ping'an didn't have so much etiquette on Nalan Yexing's side. He drank in an indecent manner and felt no burden in his heart.
Of course, Nalan's night walk doesn't matter. My uncle is always pleasing to the eye no matter what. He has good boxing skills, is not slow in learning the sword, has thoughtful ideas, and is handsome. The most important thing is that he has read a book, which is rare in the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
Miss, they are truly a match made in heaven. No wonder that old aunt Bai Lianshuang always protects her.
While the old and the young were drinking.
Ning Yao also sat with Aunt Bai, talking quietly.
The old woman saw the young lady and asked with a smile: "My uncle and his senior brother practice swordsmanship. It is a good thing to endure more hardships. Don't feel too bad about it. But not everyone can be taught the swordsmanship with all their heart. Over the years, I have changed my ways.
I have heard many times that the smart guy who approached the Great Sword Immortal was arrogant and never paid any attention to him. From what I can tell, Zuo and Zuo really didn’t recognize our uncle’s identity as a disciple of the Literary Saint, but actually recognized it.
Only this little junior brother is willing to do this."
Ning Yao shook his head and lay on the table, "That's not it."
The old woman smiled and said nothing.
Ning Yao sat up and said, "He can say a lot of nice things."
The old woman asked: "Miss, don't you like it?"
Ning Yao shook his head and said, "There's no reason why I don't like it."
The old woman asked again: "Miss is worried that he will like someone else."
Ning Yao still shook his head, "Don't worry."
The old woman finally couldn't help laughing, "Do you feel that he has become too much, and at the same time, you feel like you are standing still, for fear that one day, he will walk in front of you. It's not that you are afraid that his realm will rise or something, but
Are you worried that the two of you will have less and less to talk about?"
To be continued...