When Chen Pingan woke up, he found that the oil lamp on the table was gone and the sky was already dark outside the window.
He only remembered five sentences that the tall woman said to him.
"All the secrets and secrets I told you before will be forgotten after you wake up from the dream. You don't have to try to remember them. It's just that I want to talk."
"If I were to appear in this world now, even if the saints from all over the world did not come to suppress you and me, with your current body and soul, you would not be able to bear it at all, and it would be harmful to you instead of beneficial. Therefore, we have established a hundred-year period, and you only need to do it within these hundred years.
If you successfully reach the tenth floor of Qi Practitioners, you can return to the stone arch bridge in the town and take away the iron sword."
"I have chosen you as my master. You must not be complacent or belittle yourself because of this matter in the future. In the past eight thousand years, I have seen too many amazing and talented people. Some of the most recent ones, such as Cao Xi and Xie
Shi Shi, Ma Kuxuan and others have never caught my eye, so choosing you is naturally not a choice forced by the deadline."
"Although I can't fight with you for the time being, I still have the greetings. During the dragon-slaying battle three thousand years ago, I had nothing to do, so I just watched the children fighting. It was lively, and I picked up things after they were thrown on the floor.
I bought a white jade plaque that is of good quality. It looks simple and elegant. It has no carvings and is small and exquisite. It can be used to store objects. It is a close-knit thing of some age. Compared with the square-inch arsenal that is popular in the world today, the square-inch sword tomb is
Liu, if you want a higher level, the space is about the same size as your ancestral home in Muping Lane, and you don’t need to hang it to show others, you can warm it in the acupoints. I have made you have the same spiritual will as it. If you touch something with your hand, you only need to
With a thought, you can put the jade pendant into the orifice where it is located. Unless an Ascension Realm monk breaks it open with force, it will not be damaged at all. The bad news is that you can only control and use the jade pendant when you reach the Middle Five Realm monks.
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"Well, the last one is the title of Fairy Sister, which suits me very well, so I put three extra tiny wisps of sword energy on you."
Chen Ping'an was stunned.
It's like a lifetime ago.
I just wanted to be able to go back to my home and light up the lights until dawn before leaving the town, in order to make up for the stay-at-home stay that I was destined to miss on New Year's Eve this year.
Chen Ping'an's head is as big as a bucket.
Not to mention the fifth and tenth levels of the Qi Practitioner, Chen Pingan's body is leaking from all sides, just like a dilapidated hut in the wind and rain. It is so difficult to hide the wind and gather Qi, so how to practice Qi to become a god? Chen Pingan is not only destined to
He cannot practice cultivation, and if he wants to survive, he still needs to nourish his body by practicing boxing.
Ning Yao once said unintentionally that it is easy to break a person's root bone acupoints, just like Cai Jinjian "pointed" Chen Ping'an and forcibly opened his acupuncture points. But if you want to rebuild a complete body, especially a body suitable for practice,
It is more difficult than climbing to the sky. In fact, the reason is very simple. It only takes a little effort for a child to chop up a door with a kitchen knife, but it is certainly difficult to repair that broken door like new.
In fact, what Chen Pingan was most afraid of was that she agreed to be escorted by Li Baoping to Cliff Academy. It would be a long journey, and it was hard to say whether she could return to her hometown alive. Why was there another hundred-year promise? Chen Pingan was not honest at that time.
I saw him, but the woman in white dismissed him with just one sentence, "It's okay. I have no room for regrets now. I will accept you, Chen Ping'an, as my master. If you die, I will wait for you to die. One day, I will take care of you."
The old sword fell into the stream, and my soul completely dissipated. It's okay. You don't need to feel that you owe me anything. If you want to blame me, just blame me for being blind. I can't blame others.
At that time, Chen Ping'an thought to himself, you have said so, can I live up to my conscience? And what does it mean to "not blame others"? Aren't it just you and me?
Chen Ping'an doesn't know anything about the Tenth Floor of Qi Practitioners, nor does he know what things close at hand and things within an inch are.
In addition to the inexplicable extra burden, the young man actually had some small joy deep in his heart.
It turns out that from today on, there is one more person in this world who needs to rely on himself.
At the end of the chat in the dream, Chen Ping'an remembered that he and the woman in white were sitting side by side on a golden stone arch bridge. It was extremely long and had no end in sight, as if they were dragons flying through the sea of ​​clouds.
Chen Ping'an took a deep breath and lay down on the table. When he thought about it at the end, he felt that it was Old Man Yao's words that were easiest to understand: "If it's yours, take it and don't throw it away. If it's not yours, don't even think about it."
Chen Pingan put all the items that should be packed into a small backpack, including slingshots, fish hooks and lines, flints, etc. It was very trivial. Finally, he carefully took out a small cloth bag from the bottom of the clay pot, containing a bag.
Broken porcelain, scattered here and there, adds up to a lot of things, but they are not heavy. When traveling for a long distance, like Chen Ping's before, he often traveled a hundred or two hundred miles through the mountains. If he carries too much weight, it will definitely be a soft knife to cut his flesh.
To do bad things, you have to know how to rely on the mountains to feed the mountains and the water to feed the water.
Chen Pingan was carrying a small backpack, locked the door, and stood in the yard. After seeing the locust tree leaning against the wall, he thought about it and reopened the door and put it inside the house to protect it from the wind and sun.
, will decay early.
Chen Ping'an carried the two taels of silver he earned from the last time he went to the mountains to collect herbs, and went to Xinghua Lane and Qilong Lane. It was still early, and the straw-shoe boy was squatting outside the closed shop, waiting patiently.
After the shop owner yawned and opened the door, the boy bought incense candles, paper money, and a pot of wine called Peach Blossom Spring Shao from the wine shop. Finally, he wanted to buy a pack of Kujie cakes from the New Year's shop. He remembered his mother when he was a child.
I ate it once and said it was delicious. I also said that I would buy it again when Chen Pingan’s fifth birthday comes, so Chen Pingan remembers it very clearly. But when I went to the New Year’s shop, the waiter said that the shop had stopped making this kind of pastry.
, but there are old masters who can make it. The shop is about to close down, and the old master has already followed the shopkeeper and the others to the capital to enjoy themselves. Chen Pingan had no choice but to buy a pack of peach blossom cakes that Ruan Xiu gave to Li Baoping yesterday.
The boy walked out of the town, passed the small temple where he and Ning Yao were hiding from the mountain monkeys, and then went further south until they came to a small mountain. The boy then started to walk up, reaching halfway up the mountain.
It was a barren field that had not grown crops for many years, and there were two small mounds of earth. There were no weeds in the field or on the mounds of earth. Chen Pingan stood in front of the two small mounds of earth, slowly squatted down, took off his backpack, and
Put away the items for ancestor worship one by one.
The town has been around for thousands of years. I don’t know whether it was like this at the beginning or whether the folk customs changed later. No matter whether the people are rich or poor, when they go to the graves to worship their ancestors, they don’t want to kneel down and kowtow. They only need to light three sticks of incense and bow three times.
That's it. After all, this boy from Mud Ping Alley, who has only been exposed to the "four years of family tradition", is of course no exception. However, before lighting incense, Chen Pingan, as usual, symbolically grabbed a handful of soil at his feet and placed it on the grave.
Add some soil and press down gently.
This time, because I was walking in a hurry, I had to collect soil nearby. Otherwise, every time the boy went into the mountains, he would secretly hide a handful of soil from various hills and bring it here. Of course, it has no special meaning, just for peace of mind.
That's all. The young man always feels that he has never been filial to his parents in his life, so he has to do something to make himself feel better. In addition, Old Man Yao said that the older generation of porcelain makers have this exquisiteness that has been passed down from generation to generation, so
Chen Pingan has persisted for so many years.
The two small tombs are close to each other, leaning against each other.
There is no monument.
After Chen Ping'an lit three sticks of incense, he bowed three times to the tomb and placed it in front of the tomb. Then he opened the pot of wine and poured it gently in front of him.
Finally, Chen Pingan stood up, closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, and spoke to his parents what was in his heart.
For example, this time I took a little girl in a red cotton-padded jacket named Li Baoping on a long trip together. I didn’t know that I would have to leave my hometown thousands of miles away.
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A handsome young man stood in a small temple by the roadside, looking up at the names written with charcoal on the wall. They were densely packed, crooked, large and small.
Perhaps in the eyes of the people in the small town, the playfulness of those children was not worth mentioning, but in the eyes of the young man at this time, it was like a brilliant Milky Way in history.
The Lizhu Cave Heaven, located above the Great Li territory of East Aquarius Pingzhou, is the smallest of the thirty-six small caves. It is only a thousand miles of mountains and rivers. If there are no magic restrictions, the scenery is really not enough for the Qi practitioners who control the wind and volley.
Look. But in Lizhudongtian, in addition to the great sages and ancestors of various schools of thought, the magic weapons and artifacts left behind after the war are so coveted, and the characters raised by the soil and water here are really beautiful and magical.
Different from other places.
Just imagine, two great Qi practitioners form a Taoist couple who are a match made in heaven, and the offspring they give birth to will inevitably reach the middle five realms, but the possibility of reaching the upper five realms is no better than that of Lizhu Dongtian.
How tall were the children who were taken out of the town? How many people are there in a small town?
This is equivalent to a dragon emerging from the pond, and one or two can appear in each generation, so this time the Li Zhu Cave shattered and fell, all the major dynasties in the Eastern Aquarius Continent, as long as they have a little sense of worry, will surely be relieved. The Great Li Song Dynasty
The Clan finally cut off this huge golden vein, which will definitely have an impact on the future southward hegemony of the Great Li Cavalry.
Cui Chan refused to take his eyes back for a long time, with mixed feelings. In the imperial examinations of the dynasty, he had classmates since ancient times, the same year, and the friendship of fellow villagers.
The same is true on the path of spiritual practice.
The dust of Lizhu Cave Sky has now settled, and a good ending has been achieved at the cost of someone's life and death.
Then all the great monks who walk out of Lizhu Cave will recite this incense and love, with more or less differences. As for the four surnames and ten tribes and the forces behind them, this is even more true.
It is a pity that the Song family of Da Li did not lose points during this turmoil, but it also did not gain points. However, Da Li could have been more "humane". For example, Ruan Qiong asked to enter Li Zhu Cave early, which should not have been done.
He agreed so quickly. For another example, if he had known that Qi Jingchun would not even use his all-out cultivation in the end and only used two words to compete with those big guys, then when the forces from all directions asked to take back the saint's overwhelming victory,
Even if the Dali Ministry of Rites did not have the guts to refuse, they should have delayed it with righteous words and said that this was against the rules. For example, the Dali court should not have publicly informed the four surnames and ten clans that the catastrophe was coming, and hurriedly evacuated in the name of family letters, almost arrogantly.
The incense seeds of all families and clans should not be implicated in Qi Jingchun's rebellious behavior, etc., there are too many.
Once Emperor Da Li comes to his senses or becomes greedy enough, then he, the national advisor who is in charge of half of the country's government and strategizes thousands of miles away, may really be settled by the Queen of Autumn.
But at this time, the national preceptor Cui Chan, who was standing in the small temple, looked happy and relaxed, as if he didn't care about the anger of Emperor Da Li at all.
Cui Chan said to himself: "Wait a moment."
Cui Zhang looked around the walls, wrote down all the names, and was about to wave his sleeves to erase all traces to avoid being made a fuss by other interested people in the future. But just when he was about to take action, Ruan Qiong appeared at the door of the small temple and said with a ferocious smile: "Okay.
Boy, how many times have you been brave enough?"
Cui Chan chuckled and said, "I haven't done this yet, haven't I?"
A voice appeared leisurely near the small temple, "You just let go of your hands and feet to fight. I will be responsible for cleaning up the mess. I will ensure that there will not be a situation like a turtle turning over and the mountains being cut off. After you decide the winner, the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers will
At most, one-tenth or two-tenths of it will be damaged. Ruan Qiong, instead of being so clingy and entangled with this guy all the time, I think you might as well end it with him completely. You are not afraid of thieves stealing, just afraid that thieves will miss you."
Cui Han's expression did not change, and he laughed and said: "Old man Yang, you can kill people without blood, and still reap the benefits of others, you are really good at it."
To be continued...