Chen Ping'an walked out of the house in a daze and came to the small courtyard. He looked up and saw the scorching sun in the sky. His vision was particularly clear. The sky was like a porcelain embryo with layers of fading glaze, which was smooth and pleasant.
Chen Ping'an accidentally noticed that his breathing was somewhat stagnant, so he sat on the threshold, holding his breath and concentrating, and formed sword furnace fist stakes with his ten fingers.
After burning the incense, Chen Pingan felt that his breath became smoother and smoother. Just as he was about to stand up, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and sat back on the threshold. He looked around with wide eyes. Unexpectedly, in the corner of the yard, there was a piece of black lying quietly.
Stone, the best sword sharpening stone in the world, Dragon Slaying Platform!
Chen Pingan quickly stood up, walked quickly, squatted down and took a closer look. Compared with the collapsed pedestal of the Tianguan statue before, it seemed like someone had cut tofu with a knife. It went straight down and was neatly divided into two.
Chen Pingan rubbed his chin, moved his position little by little, changed his position and squatted, moved around in a circle from southeast to northwest, and after his butt returned to its original position, he became more and more certain that it was at the foot of the "Bodhisattva Nodding" statue.
Pedestal.
This made Chen Ping'an horrified. Although Miss Ning likes to say some loud words, all her cold-hearted words will never be fake in the slightest. She said that the extremely strong Dragon Slaying Platform can only be destroyed by the Great Sword Immortal Flower.
Chen Ping'an was convinced that he had to pay a price to split it. So he grew this piece of dragon-slaying platform, and then ran all the way to his Chen Ping'an's house?
Now Chen Ping'an already knows that there are indeed gods, ghosts, and countless mandrill spirits in the world, but is it unlikely that a stone will become a spirit? Besides, it can enjoy some blessings in anyone's house, and it can be in his own house.
What else can you do besides suffering? Is there such a stupid stone spirit?
Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "Hey, can you speak? Or can you understand what I'm saying?"
Of course not.
The suspicious boy shook his head, unable to see enough.
Probably because the previous dream was too real, Chen Ping'an still hasn't recovered yet, which makes everything he sees now seem weird.
Many little things that I didn't think deeply about back then, now seem to make sense when put together.
Mr. Qi said that there are indeed things in the world, and Ning Yao even said that there are all kinds of weird things in the world outside.
Even Old Man Yao has actually said a lot in bits and pieces. There are many details about the simple matter of entering the mountain. Old Man Yao once said a lot. For example, those inconspicuous old tree pillars may be the mountain gods.
There is no chair to sit on. He also said that all the mountains under the sky, no matter how big or small, are actually the same origin, but they are divided into ancestors and grandchildren.
At this moment, Chen Ping'an was suddenly very curious. He wanted to know how to see the full view of Lizhu Cave where the town is located? Is it possible to have a panoramic view only by climbing to a higher peak than Piyun Mountain?
Chen Pingan put away his thoughts and looked down at the black stone, thinking that he would move it to the blacksmith shop. Miss Ning would definitely need this sharpening stone. As for how Miss Ning would deal with the stone, she would choose to sharpen the sword by herself.
, or give it to Master Ruan as a thank you gift for helping to make the sword. Chen Pingan doesn't care anyway. He is just curious about how to sharpen a sword with a sword grinding stone. Is it similar to sharpening a hatchet yourself?
Chen Ping'an never does things in a sloppy manner. After making up his mind, he immediately takes action and stretches out his hands to lift the whetstone upwards. It can be lifted an inch away from the ground. It is a bit heavy, but it is not too heavy to move, so it is easy to handle.
Chen Pingan went to the house to find a basket.
Soon the young man was walking down the Mud Bottle Alley with a basket on his back, a piece of clothing covering the sword-sharpening stone.
After walking out of Mud Bottle Alley, Chen Pingan found that there were many pedestrians on the street. It was probably the sudden dark night that made people panic. Now that they finally saw the sun, they all wanted to come out and take a breath. So in most small towns
The people all left their homes, walked out of the alleys and came to the streets, talking a lot. From time to time, someone hurried past, shouting that the iron lock well had completely dried up, and even the iron chain that had been hanging in the well for thousands of years had been given to some bastard.
He secretly moved it away and hid it at home. There were even young children who were afraid of the world being in chaos, jumping up and down in twos and threes, with faces full of joy, talking nonsense about what happened to the old locust tree.
It turned out that the old locust tree was uprooted "overnight" and fell on the street. Broken locust branches and withered yellow locust leaves were everywhere on the ground. At first, many nearby people thought it was better not to waste it, so they picked up the branches and leaves and went home to light the fire.
Some lazy young men, unwilling to be urged by their mother-in-law, carried hatchets to chop the thicker locust trees. No one stopped them. Most of the old people in the small towns who had lived around the old locust trees for generations were very sad.
They yelled at those men and women who took advantage of such evil deeds. There were also old people who spoke earnestly about the connection between Laohuai and the town, saying that this tree has spiritual energy. Over the years, even dead branches have only fallen in the dead of night.
, do not want to hit people on the head, not to mention that whenever the harvest is bad, the locust flowers of the old tree are like rice, filling the stomachs of many people.
does not work.
Those young and strong men either ignored them and just focused on cutting down trees. Some of them with a bad temper started to conflict with the old people, pushing and shoving. In short, it was a bit chaotic.
After hearing the movement at the old locust tree, Chen Ping'an was carrying a basket and hesitated, so he slowed down, took three steps and turned back, looking in the direction of the old locust tree. His intuition told him that he should go to the locust tree to take a look, but
There was another voice in his heart, telling him to go to the blacksmith shop quickly.
He suddenly saw a wind-like nimble figure passing by him. It was a little girl wearing a red cotton-padded jacket. It made people laugh or cry because on the little girl's shoulders, she was carrying a locust branch as thick as a strong green arm.
The locust branches are long, and the little girl's steps are as fast as a wheel, and she is very lively and playful.
Chen Pingan recognized her at a glance. She was the little girl who lived alone. She came and went like the wind and liked to wander around the town. She and Gu Can were strangers to each other. They met again not long ago at Qingniubei.
, she followed those immortal figures, and seemed to have a particularly good relationship with the young Taoist nun. Chen Pingan even gave her a small snake gallstone.
Chen Pingan hurriedly called her. The little girl in the red cotton jacket turned her head. When she saw it was Chen Pingan, she grinned, with a pair of talkative autumn eyes, as if to say, if you have something to say, please tell me quickly. I'm listening, I'm still busy.
Moving with ants!
Chen Ping'an held back his laughter and waved, "I'm going to discuss something with you. I'll delay you for a while at most."
The little girl in a big red cotton-padded jacket ran over vigorously, carrying a branch, turned slightly sideways, raised her head, and was a little confused.
Chen Pingan asked: "Did you move this branch from the old locust tree?"
The little girl nodded vigorously and said regretfully: "If we don't hurry up, everyone will be robbed. I am not strong enough and can only move so many big things. I will try to make more trips."
Chen Ping'an's mind changed rapidly and he asked tentatively: "If your home is on Fulu Street, it is far away. If you trust me, you can put the locust branches in my yard first, so that you can run back and forth more often."
How many times."
The little girl silently weighed the pros and cons. While thinking carefully, she had been observing Chen Pingan's eyes and face. She probably felt that Chen Pingan had no bad intentions. She nodded and said: "Then what do you want me to do? You agreed in advance, I can handle it."
The branches are too heavy to move, and my shoulders feel like they are on fire."
Chen Pingan took out a bunch of keys, took off one of them, and handed it to the little girl, "This is the key to my courtyard door. Take it. I don't want you to do anything more. I just want you to take a look when you grab the locust tree branch."
Are there any green leaves on the ground that have not turned yellow? If so, remember to collect them for me."
She didn't take the key, her eyes widened, "That's it?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Yes, that's it. You know where my home is, right?"
She hummed, "It's the twelfth house on the left hand side of Mud Bottle Alley."
She didn't take the key in the end, "The wall in your courtyard is not high. I can put the locust branches in gently without opening the courtyard door."
Chen Ping'an just put away the key, and the girl in the red cotton jacket had already turned around and ran away.
Chen Pingan felt that she was like him who had entered the mountains. She was walking through the streets and alleys, while he was climbing over the mountains.
Chen Pingan walked out of the town and headed south. When he approached the "covered bridge", he was shocked to find that the covered bridge was missing.
It has been restored to the old stone arch bridge in my memory.
For some reason, although the covered bridge was new and grand, with bright gold-lettered plaques hanging on it, Chen Ping'an still liked the old bridge in front of him.
Chen Ping'an stood at the end of the stone bridge. He thought of the unexplainable dream for no reason. He took a deep breath and walked slowly up the slope.
The closer he got to the center of the bridge, the more nervous Chen Pingan became. He was already sweating profusely and became even more profuse. But when he reached the other end of the arch bridge, nothing happened. Chen Pingan laughed to himself and quickened his pace towards the blacksmith.
Go to the shop.
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On the other side of the green cow's back, Old Man Yang was sitting on the edge of the blue stone cliff, smoking a long cigarette.
The water pool at the old man's feet was rippled and sparkling. Under the water, there seemed to be a lot of water plants swaying. Under the bright sun, there was still an indescribable eerieness.
On the water, a blurry face of an old woman gradually appeared, but she actually had a head of crow-green hair that bloomed in the water. At this time, the old woman felt like she was mourning her concubine, and said in a trembling voice: "Great Immortal, I really didn't dare to get close to that place last night.
, I tried several times, but once it passed, it was like getting into a frying pan, and it was more uncomfortable than being cut to pieces by a thousand cuts. Great Immortal, please spare the little one, there is really no other way."
Old Man Yang said indifferently: "I'm not here to ask questions. You will be the same in the future. You just need to do what you can without being ambiguous. But now there is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in front of you. It depends on how you dare.
I don’t dare to fight for it anymore.”
The old woman's green face swayed with the water, and she had an indescribable ghostly presence. When she heard that the great immortal was trying to point out a clear path for her, she quickly put on an attitude of listening.
The old man said slowly: "Now the small cave sky has slowly fallen back to the human world and is bordering the earth. It is in the critical period of taking root. It won't be long before it will join the territory of the Great Li Dynasty. The reason why you can only be
Being called River Goddess instead of River God is just like in a secular dynasty, you are still just a subordinate official who is not of Qingliu rank, and you have not really obtained an official status. One step makes a world of difference."
He pointed to the stone arch bridge with his old cigarette stick, "The reason for this is not that your territory is small, but that your territory has been cut off in the middle. If you don't see that bridge, it will destroy your future."
It has been cut off. As long as you can swim under the bridge now, you will have a great future. The creek you are in will become the source of many important rivers in the future, let alone a black hair that cannot grow more than a few hundred miles.
It is not difficult for a low-level river god to be granted the title of River God by the Great Li, and his hair can be thousands of miles long."
The old woman's eyes rolled slightly.
Old Man Yang didn't push him and said with a smile: "It's actually quite comfortable to lie down in the mud, right? Why do you need others to help you up, right?"
The old woman was timid before and did not dare to agree. Now when she heard the immortal's sarcasm, she knew something was wrong and immediately begged for mercy, causing the deep pool and stream to surge.
To be continued...