Ning Yao asked the innkeeper for some snacks and an extra room. The innkeeper glanced at Chen Pingan, who remained silent.
Look at what I’m doing, it’s the conscience of heaven and earth, we have nothing to collude with each other. Besides, what can I say, I own the inn?
The closed disciple looked askance at his husband, and the husband looked askance at the street outside the shop. It was dark, and he was traveling in a foreign land, feeling a little lonely.
Sitting down on the other side of the room, Chen Pingan poured a bowl of wine for his husband. Then he looked at Ning Yao. She shook her head, and Chen Pingan only poured a bowl for himself.
In the most difficult part of his life, Shujian Lake boy Zeng Ye, the female ghost Su Xinzhai and several others accompanied Chen Ping'an through the mountains and rivers.
The old scholar probably felt that the atmosphere was a bit silent, so he picked up the wine bowl, bumped it lightly with Chen Ping'an, and then spoke first, like a gentleman testing the scholarship of his school disciples: "There is a sentence in "Uncovering": Ping'an?"
As soon as Chen Pingan took a sip of wine, his husband mentioned "Uncovering the Concealment". The answer was actually easy to guess. He quickly put down the wine bowl and said, "Sir, he once said that wine can mess with one's mind."
The old scholar smiled and asked: "Then you don't know why Mr. Sir exhorted the world like this back then?"
Chen Ping'an said: "I guess my husband was poor back then and couldn't afford to drink. Is he jealous of those who paid for the wine without batting an eyelid?"
The old scholar clapped his hands on the table and laughed loudly: "What is a proud student? This is it!"
How different are you from the left and right? Back then, you were stupid and liked to talk about this to yourself, so why don't you allow your husband to slap you in the face? Your husband has written so many sage principles in the book that it can't be contained in several large baskets. He can really do it all.
The person who is most considerate to the smallest cotton-padded jacket is indeed a closed disciple.
The old scholar drank a bowl of wine. As soon as the bowl was put down, Chen Ping'an had already filled it up. The old scholar stroked his beard and sighed: "I was so greedy at that time. The most uncomfortable thing was to stay up late at night to read a book and hear some drunkards walking in the alley.
They are vomiting, sir, I wish I could sew their mouths shut and waste their money on drinking and drinking! Back then, sir, I made a big ambition, peace?"
Chen Ping'an said: "If you become a high-ranking official or a Confucian saint in the coming year, you must make a rule that you are not allowed to vomit after drinking."
The old scholar nodded, "Yes, yes."
Ning Yao changed his mind and poured himself a bowl of wine.
Chen Pingan briefly talked about Shujian Lake and Su Xinzhai, and also talked about the old country woman who lived a hard life calmly.
The old scholar crushed a salted and dried peanut shell between his fingers, put it into his mouth, nodded and said: "The only knowledge of the heroes in the world is the word calmness. The villain turns the world upside down and corrects it with his backhand, which is calmness. If I am powerless, I will
If things don’t help, if you can take care of yourself, you can still take it easy.”
In fact, the three people here know very well that the inn, the girl, and the large vase are all Cui Chan's arrangements.
A lake of slips has made Chen Pingan beat the wall for many years, and he was so thin that he was skinny and bones. But as long as he got through it, he seemed to feel nothing but discomfort.
Cui Chan never gave anything more, especially not the slightest benefit to Chen Ping'an. Whether it was the last landscape painting of Tongyezhou or the girl in the inn tonight, Cui Chan seemed to only give his junior brother Chen Ping'an's heart.
, a light is placed in the distance. If you don’t go there yourself, or choose to avoid and take a detour, you will miss it for the rest of your life. Cui Chan’s actions seem to be telling Chen Ping’an a very cruel truth.
, Despair is something you ask for, so hope is something you also ask for.
Ning Yao asked: "Since I am lucky enough to meet her again in this life, what are your plans next?"
In Ning Yao's view, in Su Xinzhai's life, the girl barely had any qualifications for cultivation, so she could naturally be taken to Luolu Mountain to practice. Don't forget that what Chen Ping'an is best at is actually not settling accounts, or even practicing, but doing things for others.
Protect the road.
But Ning Yao didn't think it was necessarily the best choice for the girl to go up the mountain to practice immediately.
Chen Pingan said: "I have to talk to her a little more first."
In fact, Chen Pingan had been thinking about this matter on the way here, and he was careful and attentive.
Generally speaking, only through spiritual practice can the inn girl, who still doesn't know her name in this life, have the opportunity to enlighten herself, remember her past life again, renew her fate in this life, and fulfill her long-cherished wish.
Just like many ordinary people, you can always see some "familiar" people on the road of life, but most of them don't think much about them, they just glance at them a few times and pass by them.
But when you remember the events of your previous life, it must be what Su Xinzhai in the previous life thought about at the end, and what the girl in this life wants right now?
The old scholar smiled and said: "Just do whatever is good to the little girl. As for what is really good, there is no need to worry. Many times we have to admit that not everything can be planned for a rainy day. It really can only happen.
Only by solving it can we solve it. Ping An, don't forget one thing in particular. To the girl, she is just her, but in your eyes, she is the Su Xinzhai of Shujian Lake and Huangli Mountain."
If you don't go up the mountain, for example, in the capital city of Li, you can live a stable life in the city at the foot of the mountain. Even if the years are shorter, marrying a woman, caring for your husband and raising children, and providing food, rice, oil and salt are not a good thing. If the little girl wants to go up the mountain one day, it will not be too late to come back to practice.
. Luopo Mountain still has some wealth, there is no shortage of preachers, and there is no shortage of fairy money.
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "You must understand this truth first before you can do the following things well."
From beginning to end, Chen Ping'an seemed very calm, but in just a few words, he had already taken several sips of wine.
Drinking in a hurry is a big taboo at the wine table. No matter how good you drink, you will easily overturn the boat in the wine tank. Then you will most likely run under the wine table and claim to be invincible and not drunk.
Chen Pingan said: "Why did you suddenly go to imitate Bai Yujing and discuss Taoism with others?"
The old scholar crossed his legs, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "I have cultivated myself in the Gongde Forest for many years, and I have a lot of complaints. As for my knowledge, I have been studying there for many years, and I have made some progress. If I really want to say the reason, it is
My mouth is itchy, just like craving for wine when I have no money in my pocket."
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Although my disciple regretted that he did not see it with his own eyes and ears this time, he knew that the knowledge of his opponent was as high as the heavens just from the vision of heaven and earth that swept over half of the vastness.
Sir, can’t one of you leave?"
The old scholar put one leg on the bench, picked up the wine bowl, bumped it lightly, nodded vigorously and said: "Old Master's knowledge is indeed very high, and he is the most righteous saint in the world. He is very powerful.
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The old scholar and Chen Pingan each drank a bowl of wine. Chen Pingan smiled and turned the bowl over to show that he had no wine left. The old scholar glanced at his own bowl, took another sip of wine, and then turned it over.
The wine bowl is full, so keep filling it. The old scholar thought to himself, if you drink like this, you won’t get really drunk in the end. Tomorrow, I won’t get up until three o’clock in the morning, and I’ll blame you sir again, and Jun Qian is not around anymore.
as sir,
Chen Ping'an poured another glass of wine, simply took off his boots, sat cross-legged, and said with emotion: "Sir, you are fighting alone with harmony, and the time and place are favorable."
The old scholar lamented, "It's so difficult to suffer a loss."
Ning Yao found that among these two masters and disciples, neither one said anything about winning or losing, and the other did not ask about the result. They were just praising the old master.
The more knowledgeable the old master is, the more knowledgeable the teacher will be, so he will naturally win.
The old scholar turned around and said with a smile: "Girl Ning, this trip with a sword is known to the whole world. From now on, I will say hello to A Liang and Zuo Zuo. They will quickly give up their respective titles in terms of sword power and swordsmanship."
Ning Yao said: "You won't come to Haoran often in the future, so don't worry about the Confucian Temple."
If it weren't for Mr. Wen Sheng, she wouldn't have bothered to explain like this.
The old scholar smiled and shook his head, "Why are you worried about this? The Confucian Temple still has some tolerance. Now that the Lisheng is in charge, the atmosphere is very different from the past. I would only be worried if you don't come here often, Ning Yatou."
What I am really worried about is your lack of freedom from now on."
Look at the founders of the three religions, who would visit other families?
As the number one person in the colorful world, Ning Yao's future situation will certainly be much better than that of Chen Qing who has been guarding the city for ten thousand years, but after all, he has the same pain...
Ning Yao said: "One world, where you can come and go freely, is enough."
The old scholar sighed and shook his head, "It's too early to say this."
Ning Yao was a little helpless, but Master Wen Sheng said so, so she just listened.
She remembered something and told Chen Pingan. The old coachman had promised her before that Chen Pingan could ask him three questions without breaking his oath.
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.
The old scholar seemed to be inspired by this. He drank wine and said with a smile: "There are some bastards who have become famous. You can't teach them. They won't change. You really can only wait for them one by one."
It’s rotten, it’s rotten.”
As for who the old scholar is scolding, it may be some old man who doesn't do anything in the officialdom but is the best at stumbling. Maybe he is some old swordsman from Zhengyang Mountain, maybe some people in the world.
The old man whose life-saving skills are higher than his realm, the old scholar didn’t name him by name, so who knows.
Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I'll remember it."
The three of them noticed a strange energy almost at the same time.
It is not in the capital of Great Li, but far away in the capital. It is a Yin-Ming road that Yang people avoid.
Lao Xiucai relies on the saint's connection with heaven and earth, Ning Yao relies on the Ascension Realm cultivation, and Chen Ping'an relies on the ripples of the Dao Heart that overcome the great Dao.
Chen Pingan stood up and said, "I'll go outside and take a look."
Ning Yao was about to leave the inn with Chen Pingan.
The old scholar smiled and said: "Girl Ning, you don't have to follow me. The Dali court has already done a good job in clearing the way. You are too strong with swordsmanship and can't help. It's okay. You just have some things to pay attention to in the colorful world. Anyway,
I figured it out myself, and I don’t think it’s for personal benefit. Let me talk to you.”
Pure swordsmanship, outside the battlefield, the killing power is endless, the killing ability is the best, but not the living.
To be continued...