Surprisingly, I found a bamboo house that had been abandoned for many years on the bank of a mountain lake. The original appearance was vaguely identifiable. It must have been very exquisite when it was first built. It was probably built by a hermit who was born into a wealthy family and must have liked fishing.
The group of people settled here, each with their own division of labor. Chen Pingan went to chop down two slender old bamboo poles, one long and one short. When he came back, Zhu Lian had already lit a bonfire. Chen Pingan squatted beside the fire, slowly using the fire.
The bamboo rod is smoked and roasted to increase the toughness of the fishing rod. Otherwise, if the big thing in the water sees the light, the bamboo rod will break with a slight tug. Chen Pingan gave the short bamboo rod to Pei Qian and asked her to follow him.
In the bamboo house, Zhu Lian was discussing knowledge with a bearded man. The two were sitting a little far away from the others. Zhu Lian seemed to be showing off the "book of immortals" given by the old man surnamed Xun. The man and woman were fighting and sweating profusely.
The young Taoist priest and Lu Baixiang were sitting on the ground, talking about the game with their hands. Wei Xian was squatting aside, still waiting for the outcome to come to light.
The yellow native cow was watching the wind in the forest near the bamboo house.
Facing the beautiful landscape here, while there was no one around, Sui left the bamboo house on his right, took off his boots at the edge of the "house foundation" that looked like a bamboo raft, sat there, and put a pair of snow-white jade feet into the water, infatuated
Putting the sword across his knees, pressing both ends of the scabbard with both hands, looking into the distance, the fresh breath of the mountains is refreshing.
Two long and short fishing rods were made. Chen Pingan swung them several times to test the arc size. Pei Qian stood beside him and followed the gourd's pattern.
The two masters and apprentices, one large and one young, came outside the bamboo house. Chen Pingan began to tie the fishing line and hook. Pei Qian still followed the same example, but some details were not done well. Chen Pingan would help her re-tie the fishing line and tie the fish hook.
Knot and tie the fishhook.
Then he took Pei Qian to the distant lake to lift up rocks and look for an aquatic fish insect shaped like a mole cricket at the bottom.
In the end, Chen Ping'an did not fish, but let Pei Qian fish alone. He put the long fishing rod into the jade pendant that was a gift from Zheng Dafeng. There were worn but not discarded straw sandals, fish hooks and fishing lines.
The eye-catching market items, these slightly valuable drinks made by Shuijing Xianren, and the yellowed sycamore leaf, are said to contain two sets of mountain-protecting formations from the Taiping Mountains, the Fuji Sect, and a large number of repayments from the Tongye Sect.
Guyu money.
Pei Qian is not very patient by nature, but with Chen Ping'an by his side, plus such a long time copying books and practicing calligraphy, he managed to get some temper, so he quietly stared at the movement on the water, wishing that he would be able to do it in the next moment.
A large herring weighing over a hundred pounds was forcefully dragged ashore.
Chen Ping'an was thinking about the fourth form of Shanshan Fist, which is named Tiandi Zhuang. It is a fist Zhuang with a strong tone. In addition to introducing the operation method of Qi in detail, the posture of this fist Zhuang that combines movement and stillness is really weird.
, the three realms require future generations of people who study Shanshanquan to practice fisting while standing upside down, using their palms, fists and one finger as support points, and then "walk".
Regarding the boxing piles of heaven and earth, there is a bold statement in the book: A man who stands upright with heaven and earth, and those who practice my boxing method must teach heaven and earth to turn over with my boxing.
No wonder the old man with bare feet, after reading the book of Shanshan Quan, said that this manual of mediocre boxing skills has nothing but a big tone and a high heart.
Chen Pingan lightly patted the ground, turned around gracefully, and placed one palm against the bamboo raft.
Pei Qian turned his head and wanted to laugh when he saw this scene.
Chen Pingan, who was standing upside down, pointed at the water with his free hand, indicating to Pei Qian to concentrate on fishing.
Pei Qian turned his head obediently, and Chen Pingan changed his palm into a fist, "standing" with his fist, and then using only one finger to support it, his body was slightly raised, and he used the true energy of the mountain-shaking fist to move, from beginning to end,
There is no difficulty.
Chen Ping'an closed his eyes. Except for one finger supporting the ground, the fingers of the other hand were pressed together in front of him. The sword energy taught by A Liang stopped at eighteen times, and the last bottleneck between twelve and thirteen times stopped.
The battle had not yet been broken. Chen Ping'an was not in a hurry at first. He just taught Pei Qian Shiba Ding at Chenchen Pharmacy in Old Dragon City. Not long after leaving Fengweidu, Pei Qian said that he had only earned three or two copper coins.
She was a little excited, but didn't think it was that big of a deal. She told Chen Pingan that she could run freely until the twelve stops. This made Chen Pingan a little helpless and had to continue to tell Pei Qian to guard against arrogance and impetuosity and to be down-to-earth.
Chen Ping'an was inevitably a little anxious, or worried.
If Pei Qian climbs martial arts at an astonishing speed, one day, this joking and great disciple, she will walk side by side with her master Chen Ping'an. After that, they will go farther and farther, and she will climb up alone and overlook the mountains.
world.
Disciples do not have to be inferior to their masters. This is what Chen Pingan said to Zheng Dafeng himself. A person is better than a person who is good at it. This is a classic argument in the article of Master Literary Saint's Encourage to Learn. Chen Pingan does not care that Pei Qian's martial arts goes further than his own.
Even higher, Chen Ping'an has to worry about himself as Pei Qian's preacher and protector. If Pei Qian's path goes astray one day in the future, how will he deal with it? Just like Jiaolonggou Nian who threw out the snake gallstone.
As a young dragon, could he calmly say "If it's an evil fate, kill it with one sword"? Could Chen Pingan do it? To say the least, even if he had such a cold and hard-hearted nature, Pei Qian's martial arts skills at that time might have allowed Chen Pingan to do it.
It’s hard to compare to what we have, so how can we put an end to it?
In the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, under the leadership of the old Taoist priest Donghai, I walked through thousands of mountains and rivers. I once watched as a bystander how the gentlemen and clique in the temple went from worrying about the country and the people to the economy and the people in the past eighty years.
Step by step, the atmosphere turns turbid, the integrity of the character is corroded, and everyone claims to be a gentleman. Since he is a gentleman, what are the flaws? As long as a person is in trouble and demoted in the court, he does not care about right and wrong. The temple is filled with righteous indignation and denounces political opponents. Everyone comforts that person.
"Good friends" broke willows to see him off, raised a glass of wine to comfort him, and lamented for him that people's hearts are not as old as before, and wolves are in power. In the literary world of Na Shilin, far away from the rivers and lakes, there are dedicated disciples and disciples to lead the way and compile articles for political opponents.
There are all kinds of unofficial histories that are either very fragrant or fascinating.
Now that Chen Ping'an has the idea of starting a sect, he must put an end to this worst situation.
If he couldn't even teach Pei Qian, who was closest to him, how could Chen Pingan dare to say that his future sect would not be the second Tongye Sect after thousands of years? He would not be the second Du Mao?
Read to know etiquette, practice martial arts to strengthen your body.
This was Chen Ping'an's original intention for Pei Qian.
Normally, it's like walking on two legs. It's stable and there is no problem. But the key is that Pei Qian's martial arts talent is too high and his martial arts luck is too high. One day, as long as she feels that the principles in the book are just a chore to deal with Chen Ping'an.
It’s just a matter of fact. Once she feels that trying to reason with others is too annoying and boring, she will think that I have boxing skills, a waist and a sword, and I always follow my heart and my own will. I don’t talk about being cautious and independent, and I don’t know how to restrain myself and follow the etiquette. Chen
Before Ping An, in order to create a kind-hearted golden elixir demon in the world, he spent fifty summer coins without frowning. Then in the future, he will personally create a Jiu who only cares about his position and interests, and will not talk to me about right and wrong.
For a Jingwufu or even a Tenth-level Wufu, Chen Ping'an, let alone fifty Xiaoshu coins, I'm afraid fifty or five hundred Guyu coins won't help.
Chen Pingan stood on his head, closed his eyes and meditated, turning over and over again, but could not come up with the best answer.
Do you really want to personally interrupt Pei Qian's current martial arts path just because of that "what if" in the future?
Previously in the mountain col, facing Shan Zeyexiu who harbored evil intentions but had not yet caused any tragedy, Chen Pingan said, "The difficulty is that the worst result has not occurred, so the truth can be explained again." Otherwise, why would Chen Pingan be so roundabout and rely on each other's will?
It's all about fighting.
These are some of the changes Chen Pingan made after he asked to "ask himself" during the battle at the Border Inn. After the battle at Laolong City, he learned about the subsequent changes in the Tongye Sect through the female crown Huang Ting, because Chen Pingan felt that he should retreat.
One step varies from place to place and from person to person. Focus more on this "small step" to learn more and think more, otherwise people will always use "clear conscience" as an excuse and there will be a lot of confusion between right and wrong.
Pei Qian, who was angry at Yu'er for being so disrespectful, suddenly touched her slightly sore cheek, only to find Sui Sui winking at her. Pei Qian followed Sui Sui's line of sight and saw Chen Ping'an not far away, frowning.
Not the same as usual.
Sui's right hand put away the finger that flicked Pei Qian's cheek with water drops, and continued to look into the distance.
Pei Qian gently put down the fishing rod, tiptoed to Chen Pingan's side, squatted there, and stared at his master's brow.
Could it be that Master realized it later and now began to feel sorry for the fact that the fifty small sums of money were wasted?
Chen Pingan opened his eyes, looked at the charcoal face that had not yet turned white due to exposure to wind and sun, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong?"
Pei Qian thought for a while and said, "Master, are you worried about something? Tell me about it."
Chen Pingan exerted slight force on his wrists, turned his body upside down, returned to his normal standing position, and then sat down cross-legged, somewhat hesitantly.
The thing is too far away and the reason is too big.
Is Pei Qian too young now? Are her words and emotions like heavy boulders, weighing on her shoulders?
Chen Pingan took off the sword-raising gourd and took a sip of the small medicinal wine. The breeze from the mountains and rivers gently blew on his face, which made Chen Pingan feel slightly relaxed.
If you don’t live a hundred years in life, you will always worry about a thousand years old.
After Chen Pingan drank the wine, he narrowed his eyes with a smile and laughed at himself in his heart. Now, is he a bit of a scholar?
He turned his head and said with a smile: "It has something to do with you, do you want to hear it?"
Pei Qian swallowed his saliva and immediately began to reflect on what naughty things he had done along the way. He probably already knew that it was not a trivial matter with a chestnut or two smashed on the head, so he said with a grimace: "Can you not listen? Wait for me.
When you are older and can remember things better, Master can tell me more, right?"
Chen Ping'an touched her little head and said, "It doesn't involve any good or bad things, just some of my inner thoughts. Don't worry about eating chestnuts and scratching your ears."
The unburdened Pei Qian immediately sat upright, facing Chen Ping'an who was sitting sideways. With a smile in her eyes, she held the two bamboo swords at her waist and pretended to say: "Master, please speak! Disciples are all ears.
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Chen Ping'an smiled and turned around slightly. They sat opposite each other and asked: "What if one day, your swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and boxing skills are better than the master's, and then something happens, and the master says it's right?"
, what should you do if you think it’s wrong?”
Pei Qian said without hesitation: "Just listen to Master, what else can you do?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Think more carefully."
Pei Qian began to scratch his head and said with a sad face: "But I just feel that whatever the master says is right, it is right, and whatever he says is wrong, it is wrong."
Chen Pingan remained silent.
Pei Qian had no choice but to continue to ponder, think wildly, and wander thousands of miles away, but the master didn't seem to be in a hurry anyway.
Pei Qian suddenly smiled and asked: "If one day in the future, I am more powerful than Master, how powerful will it be?"
Chen Ping'an said: "For example, the old thief Du in Huang Ting's mouth, Du Mao of Tongye Sect, has an Ascension Realm cultivation level."
Chen Pingan smiled and added: "For the time being, we only talk about cultivation, not good and evil."
Pei Qian opened his mouth wide and exclaimed: "My dear, if you are so powerful, you must have mountains of gold and silver at home. Can you count the money? Counting money is too tiring, but if you don't count it clearly, you will be afraid of being stolen.
, Alas, when will I have the troubles of rich people..."
Chen Ping'an looked at the dark-skinned little girl who was getting more and more worried. He laughed dumbly, leaned forward, and patted Pei Qian's head gently. "There was a military saint in my hometown, Master Ruan, who made iron and swords. Looking back, there is
One thing he did really well is that when it comes to accepting disciples, Master Ruan will not just look at qualifications, but whether he is someone of the same profession and can walk the same path, instead of looking for some disciples who are extremely talented but have different temperaments, or who are
Find some disciples who will stand up and fight if there is a conflict between the master and others."
Pei Qian hesitated to speak, but finally said nothing.
Chen Ping'an continued: "Going back to the original question, what should you do if you have a dispute with Master? You don't just think that Master is right. Master is not a saint and will make mistakes. We should be like today, you and I are right.
Sit down, and then explain clearly the rights and wrongs of each of them, and listen to the person who makes sense. I, Chen Pingan, will not suppress your principles as your master Pei Qian. If you, Pei Qian, are very powerful at that time, I can
You can kill me with just one punch, and you can't rely on your high cultivation level to do whatever you want, regardless of what I, Chen Ping'an, told you."
Pei Qian shed tears.
In fact, she didn't quite understand it, but she always felt it was a very sad thing.
Especially when Pei Qian heard Chen Ping'an say, "Just punch me to death," Pei Qian was almost heartbroken to death.
Pei Qian was so aggrieved that he turned around and sat down, secretly weeping, not looking at Chen Ping'an who was talking nonsense.
Chen Ping'an sat back down, facing the lake, ripples rippled by the spring breeze, stretched out his palms, and raised them up again and again, "The truth is that there are high and low, just like the flower circle on the top of the mountain before, there are also big and small. Master once was in a place called
In Caiyi Country, we met a little fox spirit in a ruined temple. He liked to read novels about talented people and beauties, make trouble and scare people, but never really harmed people. Instead, he would help shield people from the wind and rain. This time we met the Ning Ning again.
A yellow native cow that refuses to turn over. So does this mean that when the demon clan attacks the Great Wall of Sword Qi, we can skip the heroic sacrifices of those sword cultivators whose sword tips have been facing south for thousands of years, and instead pity and question why the sword cultivators are so cruel?
Could it be that there are no good people among the demon clan?"
Pei Qian still turned his back to Chen Pingan, sniffling and choking: "I know this, these people don't distinguish between right and wrong, and they don't distinguish between big and small reasons."
Chen Pingan drew the largest circle with one hand, and the palm of the other hand was above his head, "But Master Literary Saint, and Master Bai, who is rumored to have helped the human race cast the cauldron and draw the map of Sou Mountain, I think they are qualified to talk about it.
We are far behind the principle of 'natural principles', but why do they have self-imprisonment in the merit forest and are imprisoned in the Xiongzhen Building? Is it because of this that we feel that reasoning is useless? There is really no difference between good and evil in heaven and earth.
Did you report it?"
Pei Qian turned around, sat next to Chen Pingan, lowered his head and said, "But some bad people just live better than good people."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "So in the capital city of Nanyuan, the old monk of Xinxiang Temple said that the world will always owe a debt to good people."
Pei Qian asked in a low voice: "What should we do?"
Chen Ping'an did not drink the small medicinal wine in the sword-raising gourd, but took out a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine from nearby. After opening it, he took a sip of the wine and said with a smile: "It's probably waiting for us to find it in the book."
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In the distant mountains and forests, yellow native cows are prostrate on the ground, thoughtful.
Although the person on the right side of Sui had an indifferent expression, he was actually listening intently.
Pei Qian wiped his tears and said with a smile: "Master, not long after we left Fengweidu last time, when we were cooking, why were you humming that folk song from your hometown without any words? Hum it again.
, I really want to learn.”
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "That's what my best friend taught me. You can make up whatever you want. In my hometown, it can be used to tease and curse people, to relax while working, or... to accompany wine."
Chen Ping'an took a sip of the sweet-scented osmanthus brew and began to hum quietly. He smiled and pointed at Pei Qian, "Shop boy, I read some books, recognized a lot of words, and accumulated a lot of knowledge, but I can't sell it for a few pennies."
Ouch.
It means she has money.
Pei Qian was so happy that he couldn't help blurting out: "Stinky tofu is so delicious that I can't afford it!"
Chen Ping'an smiled knowingly, "There are monsters and demons in the mountains, and water ghosts in the lakes and rivers. I was so scared that I turned around. It turned out that I had been away from home for many years."
Pei Qian echoed, "I'm eating stinky tofu!"
Chen Pingan drank again and pointed elsewhere. Unfortunately, it happened to be on the right side of Sui Dynasty. It didn't matter, "Which little girl has the fragrance of orchids on her body? Why is she crying? Do you think she is pitiful or not?"
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Pei Qian nodded vigorously, "It's so pitiful that you can't eat stinky tofu!"
Chen Ping'an squinted and smiled, pointed his finger to a high place, and hummed softly: "I would like to ask Mr. Confucius what to do. There is a small paper kite hanging on the branch basking in the sun."
Pei Qian held his belly and laughed, "Eat stinky tofu, stinky tofu is delicious!"
Over there in the bamboo house, Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia looked at each other and smiled.
Zhu Lian closed his eyes and smiled, shaking his head.
Lu Baixiang patted his knees gently.
For the first time in Sui's right, he was not angry. Instead, he covered his mouth and smiled, his eyes narrowed in laughter.
Wei Xian held his cheek and tilted his head. He didn't know when he was squatting at the door of the bamboo house, looking at the back of the little black girl.
Master and apprentice, one singing and the other harmonizing, among the green mountains and green waters.