A group of women and girls are washing clothes by the water. Where the mountains and rivers meet, the orchid buds dip into the stream, and the mountains are lush with pines and cypresses.
The woman whom Chen Ping'an called Aunt Liu, together with her daughter Li Liu, spread their clothes on the bluestone slabs by the stream.
The small town at the foot of Lion Peak has four to five hundred households and a lot of people. It seems to be bordering the Lion Peak, but in fact it is separated by a thin line. It is a world of difference. There is almost no interaction. Over thousands of years, we have become accustomed to it, not to mention the people of Lion Peak.
The mountaineering road is some distance away from the town. No matter how naughty and playful children are, they will at most stop at the mountain gate. Anyone who dares to offend the immortal Qingxiu on the mountain will be taken home by the elders afterwards.
On the long bench, I was spanked until my butt burst into tears and I cried.
In a small town, people who can be familiar to everyone are either those whose families work in the county government office, who have made a lot of money outside, and have returned to their hometown to build a big house.
The pretty widow of right and wrong, and then there is Aunt Liu who opens a shop and welcomes people to do business. People who are rough-mouthed in the city and countryside are often not spared by others. After going back and forth, they all get to know the aunt named Liu.
, the women in this small town always liked to joke about the woman named Liu. She often said that her son was a son who studied in the big academy. No one believed it, even whether the woman gave birth to a baby boy.
My son didn't want to believe that it didn't matter if my daughter was good-looking. It wasn't just the married daughter who threw water on her. Otherwise, she already had such a beautiful daughter. There was smoke coming out of the ancestral grave. It was said that she went to Lion Peak Mountain to give birth to some old god.
As a maid, if she has a son who is expected to gain fame, and all the benefits are taken by her alone, how can they live? How can they feel happy?
Recently, a very kind-looking young man came to the cloth shop. He helped the shop carry water several times. He was polite and considerate. He looked like a scholar and had a lot of strength. He also helped some elderly women to draw water.
Shui also recognizes people. After greeting and chatting once today, he can greet people warmly the next day. When he first arrived in the town, he picked out a lot of gifts for the door. I heard that he was a distant relative of Li Muqida.
, the women looked at it and thought it didn't look like it, it was probably Li Liu's daughter who was in love. Some women from relatively well-off families even went to the shop to see it with their own eyes. Well, not only did they not find any faults with their offspring,
, on the contrary, everyone spent a lot of money there, bought a lot of fabrics and went home, and said a few more words about prodigal women to the men at home.
If the young man is smooth-talking and only cares about helping the shop to make dirty money, then that's it. They can join forces and stab Mrs. Liu in the back. They find such a money-minded son-in-law, and they can't get on the stage.
There are words for insulting the woman and the shop in front of her, but after the women complain a few words to their men, they turn around and touch the fabric by themselves. The price is not cheap, but it is not a scam. They are all used to it.
People who deal with daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, can't tell the difference between good and bad? The young man helped them choose cotton and satin, and never deliberately let them choose expensive ones. If they really have a good eye, the expensive ones are not considered affordable.
, and the younger generation will stop them from spending money. Those younger generations are very discerning. They follow their figures, clothes, and hairpins to sell cloth. These women who have daughters in their families feel good about it when they see it.
, it really makes my mother look several years younger, and the price is fair. After shopping around, the store clearly sold it at a discount.
So the women didn't think that Mrs. Liu had found a son-in-law who was too high up to reach. After all, the clothes were not bright, and she didn't talk like those rich and scholarly people. When chatting with people, she looked at them.
People are always looking at people with a straight eye, and those who are not looking straight are more likely to be evil. This superficial truth is what people in the market care about the most.
Therefore, if the Li family shop chooses such a son-in-law, he will not be so good that the neighbors will be jealous, but they have to admit that such a young man is not a bad person and can live a long life.
Other people's sons-in-law are not very good, but they are not bad either, so the women feel a little different in their hearts.
Li Liu listened to his mother, who was in a happy mood, chatting with others. He thought about these things while making clothes, starting from small things to big ones. Small things happened in shops and small towns, and big things even happened in more than a vast world.
She landed in Lizhu Cave in this life. It was a careful arrangement by the Yang Family Shop. She knew that this time, it would be different, otherwise she would not be so close to the Yang Family Shop. In fact, it was the same. She followed her back then.
Her father, Li Er, went to the shop. Li Er was working as a handyman in the front. She went to the backyard. For the first time, Old Man Yang said some serious words to her, saying that if she continued to practice according to the previous method, she would change her mind again and again.
If you lose your skin identity, quickly climb the mountain, and only wander around on the top of the mountain, if you accumulate ten more lifetimes and then a thousand years, you will still be a dabbler who can't even be regarded as a human being, and you will still be stuck on the bottleneck of the Immortal Realm. To say the least, this is it.
So what if you have cultivated the Ascension Realm in your lifetime? How big can your fist be? To take a step back, there are so many saints in the Confucian Academy. Do you really give Li Liu a chance to show his skills? After he died once, he died again. Like this
The cycle of death and rebirth is of little significance. It can only mean that every time you die, you will accumulate a lot of merit, or if you break the rules, you will be recorded by the Confucian Temple.
Li Liu didn't show much publicity during those years in Lizhu Cave. The impression she gave to the neighbors on the west side of the town was that she was more beautiful, her appearance was like her mother's, but her temperament was like Li Er's, she was diligent with her hands and feet, and she didn't talk much. She seemed to have no worth.
The things I mentioned were neither particularly good friends of the same age nor anything that my elders could criticize.
Li Liu often went to pick up Li Huai from school, but he never spoke to Mr. Qi.
When Mr. Qi was lecturing, he would glance at the girl outside the school, or at most he would smile and nod lightly.
It seems like they are just treating them with courtesy, or are they treating them as human beings?
Li Liu had seen many strange things in the world, and because of her low status, she had long been accustomed to ignoring the world. She didn't think much about it at first, and just regarded the Academy Mountain Master as an ordinary Confucian saint who sat in the small world.
Li Liu once asked Yang's shop, the teacher who could only talk to rural children about the truth of books all year round, if he knew his origins, but Old Yang did not give an answer.
The only time Mr. Qi spoke to her was when he came to visit her and had a drink with his father, Li Er.
When she brought a few plates of poor wine and food to the table, Mr. Qi smiled and said something to her, "Li Liu, we were born between heaven and earth. In fact, there is not much difference. It's just that it seems like there will be no chance to return to our hometown again."
Traveling to study, what ultimately determines who we are is not the decaying skin, but what we think, not even what we want or how far we want to go, it is just the knowledge of "how"
Kungfu, life is short, and eventually I will stop where my strength can no longer help me move forward. When the time comes, I will look back and see that the route I came from is exactly what I walked out of step by step."
Then Mr. Qi gently picked up the big white bowl filled with home-brewed wine and said, "I have to respect you because we are here. With this big world, I, Qi Jingchun, can drink here."
Mr. Qi drank it all in one gulp.
Li Liu didn't say anything, but just drank a bowl too.
In the room at that time, the woman was snoring loudly as usual, and the child named Li Huai was whispering softly in his sleep. Maybe he was dreaming and still worried. He was just playing around today and missed his homework. What excuse should he make when he arrives at the school tomorrow morning?
, fortunately Mr. Strict managed to get through.
Accompanying her mother, Li Liu walked back to the shop, holding a bamboo basket. A man from the market was whistling on the road.
The woman was thinking about why Li Huai, a heartless person, didn't send a letter back for so long. Did he forget about his mother when he went out to run wild? She was just worried that Li Huai was alone outside and didn't have enough to eat or wear.
Being bullied by others doesn't just end with a quarrel. What should Li Huai do if he suffers a loss and there is no one around him to support him?
Li Liu comforted his mother with words, and the woman turned around and said that she was the most heartless. Li Huai was far away from home, so he couldn't respect his parents. It would be better for you, the elder sister, to be alone.
Enjoy the blessings on the mountain, and let your parents work as cows and horses at the foot of the mountain.
Li Liu was a little helpless. It seemed that Chen Pingan was better at this kind of thing. A few words could make people feel at ease.
On the mirror of Lion Peak Cave.
Li Er did not rush to let Chen Pingan punch today, but instead talked about boxing theory for the first time.
Li Er got straight to the point: "Us martial arts practitioners, in the final analysis, cultivate the strength to defeat the enemy and fight. Children in the market probably hope that they can punch down walls, crack bricks, and kill people.
It’s nature. So I, Li Er, have never believed in the goodness of human nature. It’s just that Confucian discipline is good and people believe it. I always feel that it is a good thing to be a good person who can’t tell how good it is. As for whether to do it or not.
If we don't talk about it, then evil people commit crimes, and many warriors take advantage of their power to bully others. Most of them know that they are doing something bad. This is the merit of a scholar."
Li Er grinned at Chen Ping'an, "Don't think I don't study. I am just a vulgar wild man who competes with the crops all day long. I still have a few principles. It's just that people who practice martial arts are often taciturn. People in the village are good at calling cats, and they often
Not good at catching mice. My junior brother Zheng Dafeng is not good at this matter. He acts like a girl all day long, gibbering. There is nothing you can do. As long as a person is smart, he can't help but think and talk too much. Don't look at it.
Zheng Dafeng is not a serious practitioner, but he is actually very knowledgeable. Unfortunately, it is too complicated and not pure enough. His fists are stained with mud and water, and he cannot get up quickly."
"It's rare to teach boxing, so I will talk to you Chen Ping'an more today, just this once."
Li Er looked at Chen Ping'an who was standing not far away. Li Er raised his toes and gently rubbed the ground, "You and I are standing in two places. You face me, Li Er, even if you are facing a person with six realms and a tenth realm."
A martial artist still needs to be invincible. There is a huge difference in realm. It does not mean that I cannot lose, but it means confronting a strong opponent. If the body and fists are not moved, the mind will be confused, and if you lose before fighting, you are seeking death."
Li Er didn't seem to have made any move yet.
Chen Ping'an immediately slid away several feet away.
The water flowing around the huge mirror appeared to be stagnant for a fleeting moment, and there were even some signs of flowing backwards.
This is what Li Erquan meant.
"Having that desire to win and survive does not mean that you should be a reckless man who doesn't know what's important. If you withdraw your body and your fists, but your will is high, it doesn't mean you give in even half a step."
Li Er nodded and continued: "For ordinary people in the market, if they are often close to the sword, they are naturally not afraid of sticks, so they are pure martial arts.
To cultivate the road, he often visits his peers to compare martial arts, or goes to the battlefield, where he can defeat ten enemies with one enemy among swords, guns, swords and halberds. In addition to people, there are many weapons added to his body. What he practices is to see the surroundings with one eye.
Follow the road, listen to all directions, and find the courage to fight. No matter who you are, you can still punch."
Li Er said with a smile: "Before you learn true kung fu, you have to endure hardships and beatings first. It not only requires a martial artist to strengthen his body and strengthen his muscles and bones, but also hopes that when there is a gap in strength, he will not be afraid. But if you learn a martial arts killing technique
, so I indulge in it, and one day I will be burdened by it."
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "The punch cannot be high enough."
Chen Ping'an quickly added, "Don't do it easily."
Li Er then stopped his hand, otherwise Chen Ping'an would only be able to say "You can't punch high enough", but to receive a strong punch, you should at least be at the beginning of the tenth level of Qi.
Practicing boxing and martial arts is a hard work, and it would be foolish to just think about not punching without punching.
Li Er stood there, breathing as usual, stretched out his left arm, patted his left wrist, forearm, joints and muscles with his right hand, and said slowly: "Human muscles and bones are like dragon veins and roots, and muscles everywhere are like mountain peaks.
, beating the muscles and bones, tempering the body, what is going on is every detail, polishing one of the countless details to the extreme, and then adding them up without conflict. With one punch, the city gate must be opened, and the mountain cannot be opened.
It must be broken even if it is broken!”
Li Er retracted his right hand and suddenly raised his arm with his left hand.
There was a strong wind, which made Chen Ping'an's green shirt rustle.
The water flowing around the mirror is flowing backwards.
Li Er said this, and Chen Ping'an listened best. This is similar to the practice of Qi practitioners opening up as many mansions as possible to accumulate spiritual energy.
What is important is that we are seemingly on equal footing, but I am able to defeat the few with more, and defeat ten groups with one force.
Li Er slowly opened a boxing stance.
In the end, the boxing frame became a fixed form. Li Er said: "The feet, hands, eyes, frame, strength, energy, and mind are integrated inside and outside. This is what Qi practitioners call a self-contained small world. We martial artists, with a breath of pure Qi,
It is an iron cavalry that expands the territory, but the Qi practitioners are those who pursue the defense of the territory and have meritorious service. They form powerful cities and towns, and form troops and formations. Of course, these are what Zheng Dafeng said. I can't think of these fancy things.
talk."
Li Er lightly stomped his feet, "If your legs have no strength, it's like a ghost hitting the wall. In the beginning of martial arts, if you make a wrong move, it's like a ghost drawing a talisman. Don't even think about the state of 'full of spirit, a person is perfect'."
Li Er casually stretched out his fingers, bent them slightly, and pointed at his eyes, "To practice martial arts and enter the palace, one must have a pair of eyes that are clear, predicting the enemy in the heart, and seeing the punches in the eyes."
In an instant, Chen Pingan was punched in the chest with both fists, and flew backwards. His figure floated in the air, and he grabbed the ground with his hands, his fingers like hooks. Two strings of sparks bloomed on the mirror. Only then did Chen Pingan stop.
He fell backward and did not fall into the water.
Li Er stood where Chen Pingan had stood before and said: "My punch was neither heavy nor fast, but you still couldn't block it. Why? Because the eyes and the heart are not trained enough. To fight against a strong opponent,
On the line between life and death, there are many instincts that can both save lives and cause trouble. Just after I made this move, you Chen Pingan subconsciously looked at my fingers and eyes. This is human instinct. Even if you Chen Pingan were careful enough, it was still too late.
, But this point is the life and death judgment of a martial artist. Fighting against others is not a tour of the mountains and rivers, and it will not give you the opportunity to think carefully. Furthermore, if the heart is not there, it is also a serious disease of martial arts. "
Li Er said this and asked: "Chen Ping'an, do you think you can still look at people carefully? Are you careful enough at all times?"
Chen Pingan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his palm and nodded.
Li Er said: "This is the flaw in your boxing intention. You always feel that this skill is enough, but on the contrary, it is far from enough. You should not be very clear now about the eight and nine realms of the world in which warriors fight with their lives.
, often die in the path they are best at, why? If you have shortcomings, you will be more cautious. If you use your strengths, you will inevitably be complacent and not aware of it."
Li Er then put on a boxing stance and raised his fists.
It turned out to be the school dragon that Chen Pingan was very familiar with, and the god-man drumming style that he was best at.
Li Er said: "The proverb in martial arts is that three heads and six arms are supernatural powers, and it is not a joke in the market. There are thousands of boxings in the world, with different frames, piles, and moves. The frame is the foundation, the piles are the foundation, and the moves are the facade. The combination of the three
, there are different types of boxing, and there are countless boxing records in the world. You have been through a lot of martial arts, and you should know that the people in the market like to call ordinary martial arts people martial arts style, and this is the reason."
Li Er stretched his body and casually handed out a punch in the God-Man Beating Drum Style. It was also the God-man Beating Drum Style. He used it on Li Er Er. It seemed gentle but full of spirit. In Chen Ping'an's eyes, it was actually the same as the God's Drum Beating Style.
Handing it out yourself makes a world of difference.
Li Er punched again in the style of a god beating the drum, with a very different punching intention. It was as fast as thunder. He stopped punching suddenly and said with a smile: "When a martial artist faces an enemy, as long as the level is not too different and the punching principles are different, the moves will be fine."
There are tens of thousands, and there are thousands of possibilities for victory or defeat. But once it is reduced to a martial arts style, it is just a fancy fist and a kick, and it is just a good-looking fight. Is the punch afraid of young people? Kill the master with random punches? The master doesn't have to fight, just one blow
, he shouted and showed off his military posture for a long time, and then he died completely."
Chen Ping'an's head suddenly tilted.
Li Er was already standing in front of him, punching Chen Pingan on the side of his face.
Li Er smiled and said: "You will understand after being taught, and you will do it after you understand it. It's very good."
This was still an "unpleasant" but powerful punch. If Chen Ping'an couldn't dodge it, then that would be the end of today's punches, and it would be Li Er's turn to support Hao and return.
Li Er put away his fist. Although Chen Ping'an dodged the punch that should have landed firmly on his forehead, a bloody groove was cut on his face by the fine strong wind, and he continued to bleed.
Li Er said: "You are good at stealing punches. I have been helping you with punches for so long. Come and learn my boxing skills and give it a try."
Chen Pingan nodded and imitated Li Er's punch.
Li Er stood aside and followed Chen Pingan's punches away. He pointed out some flaws in the boxing frame and lightly kicked Chen Pingan's calf. Then he bent his fingers together and kicked Chen Pingan in several places on his wrist, elbow and shoulder.
Knocking lightly, he finally said: "Don't imitate the boxing skills. Everyone's physique is very different. Just you and me are different in height. Even though you deliberately made boxing your own and made some changes, it's still not the same."
Many meanings. Death force is not expensive, and the law of fist intention is the highest. It is higher than a movable character. The fist is alive, which is equivalent to the second life of our pure martial arts. It is better than the Yang Shen body of the Qi practitioner.
The Yin Shen who travels far away is more important."
Chen Pingan closed his eyes, and after a moment, punched again.
"The direction is right."
Li Er nodded, "Practicing boxing is not cultivating Taoism. No matter how high your realm is, if you don't start from the details, your muscles and bones will rot, your qi and blood will decline, and your spirit will be weak. None of these things will be able to escape. Shanxia Wuba
Practicing boxing in various styles will harm the body, especially foreign boxing, which is just exchanging life for energy. If boxing is not enlightened, it is seeking death. Pure martial artists can only rely on boxing to feed their lives, but this thing, say no
The clear path is unclear."
Having said this, Li Er sat cross-legged and extended his hand to invite Chen Pingan to sit down with him.
Li Er was silent for a long time, as if he was remembering some past events, and he had a rare emotion, "Besides realism, there is something beyond imagination." This is what Zheng Dafeng said after he learned boxing back then. He repeated it over and over again, and I didn't think much about it.
I have also remembered it. You can listen and see if it helps. Zheng Dafeng and I have different ways of learning boxing. In fact, the boxing skills of both parties are not superior. If you have a chance, you can chat with him when you return to Luolu Mountain.
Hey, Zheng Dafeng’s boxing skills are just inferior to mine, which makes him appear to be inferior in boxing skills to my senior brother. In the years when Zheng Dafeng first learned boxing, he always complained about his master’s partiality. He always thought that his master helped us brothers choose the method of learning boxing on purpose.
He asked Zheng Dafeng to take one step slowly and one step slowly. Later, he actually figured it out on his own, but he just refused to admit it. So I was very annoyed with his bad mouth. A gatekeeper, all day long, always talks about
There was no gatekeeper, so when we competed with each other, I beat him a lot."
Li Er clenched his hands into fists and leaned forward slightly. Just such a habitual action gave him the majestic appearance of his back arching like a mountain.
It's all about boxing.
Li Er said slowly: "After practicing boxing for a while, when you are sleeping soundly, your boxing intention will slowly flow through your body. When you encounter an enemy, you wake up first. It is like a god protecting the boxer. This is true even when you are sleeping, let alone when you are awake, so when you practice martial arts
What kind of magic weapon does a person need by his side? This is the same as a swordsman who doesn’t need anything else to attack."
Li Er smiled, lightly hit the mirror with his fist, then released his fist into his palm, then clenched his fist emptyly, and said: "The sky is above your head and your feet are grasping the ground, and your fist is closed as if you are holding a baby. This is the combination of hardness and softness, blindly pursuing
A certain extreme has never been the true principle of boxing. For a long time, the longer you practice boxing, the more you can connect the momentum and move it freely. Why do I think Cui Cheng's drum beating style is a good boxing? It can even be regarded as the best in the world.
One of the boxing techniques? Because it looks fierce, but the real meaning of 'people punch' is not to follow people's punches."
Chen Ping'an was a little confused and curious, but it was just a question in his mind that was not appropriate to ask.
Because Chen Ping'an wanted to know what kind of pure martial artist Mr. Cui on the second floor of Luolu Mountain was in Li Er's eyes.
When we talked about the drum beating style of the God, we naturally had to talk about the old man. Li Er looked into the distance and said: "Old senior Cui Cheng is a strange man. He taught you the boxing. It can be said that it is a true inheritance. It is not just about teaching boxing. Cui Cheng
Cheng seems to only teach you the most powerful and powerful boxing techniques, but in fact, he and Chen Ping'an don't have the slightest bit of hard-hearted and flowing character, they just complement each other. This is the style of a first-class master. I, Li Er, can't do it."
Having said this, Li Er shook his head and repeated: "I definitely can't do it."
Chen Pingan sighed.
Let’s just talk about torture. On the second floor of the Bamboo House, even Chen Pingan, who was not afraid of pain, had to lie down on the wooden bed on the first floor, roll up the quilt and cry secretly.
Li Er said: "So if you want to learn boxing, you can only let Cui Cheng teach you the basics of boxing first, and I, Li Er, can help you mend the meaning of the boxing. This is the right way. I will teach you first, and Cui Cheng will come again, and you will have ten pounds of strength."
From farming, we only get seven or eight pounds of crops. It’s not interesting and the future is not promising.”
Chen Ping'an then had a new question.
Why doesn't Li Er compete with Cui Cheng in boxing?
Li Er is leaving
Lizhudong Tianhou, during this period, she went back to Longquan County.
But the two ten-level warriors, who also stood at the top of the world's martial arts, did not fight.
It's a pity that Li Er didn't talk about this.
Li Er patted his knees, stood up and said with a smile: "That's about it. What I said today is more than what I said in the past years when I came to Beiju Luzhou combined. Then I will only use the skills of the Nine Realm Warriors
Regarding my strength, I’m asking you for advice and advice on Shaking Mountain Fist. Don’t worry, it won’t be mixed with ten-level fists. But I advise you not to be happy too early. These nine-level fists are very strong. Over there in the shop, your Aunt Liu wants to keep you longer.
It's hard for me to agree to this, and it will delay your journey, right? But since you asked for it, and the beating lasted for three or two months, you can only slowly recuperate, and it's difficult to walk. You, Chen Ping'an, can't blame anyone else."
Chen Pingan was stunned.
Is this okay?
The result was a punch to the head.
Even though Chen Ping'an knew something was wrong and tried to block it with his arms, the punch still caused him to roll all the way, fall off the mirror, and fall into the water.
On this day, Cui Cheng not only did not teach Pei Qian boxing, but instead put on a Confucian shirt instead of going barefoot. He also wore the boots that Chen Ruchu had prepared for the old man in advance. He walked out of the second floor and stood on the first floor.
Putting his hands behind his back, he looked at the words on the wall of the bamboo building. They were written by the Holy Painting Talisman in the early years. The calligraphy was very good. Cui Cheng, as the old head of the Cui family in Aquarius Continent, and his grandson Cui Chan's early knowledge, after all, were written by the old man.
With the foundation I have learned, of course I know the quality of worldly writing and the quality of handwriting.
The words "Zhulou" have a very heavy meaning, otherwise they would not be able to make the entire Luolu Mountain sink a little bit.
Otherwise, he would not be able to stop being the poor lunatic who had been crazy for nearly a hundred years on Luolu Mountain, or even maintain a clear mind.
Pei Qian had already gone to play, and was followed by Zhou Mili, a little follower who said he was going to Qilong Lane to see if the business would lose money without Pei Qian. He also had to look through the account books carefully to avoid Shi Rou, the registered shopkeeper.
Pretending to serve the public good for private gain.
The old man didn't stop him. He's a big kid and doesn't have any liveliness and vitality. Is it possible that he will continue to imitate their old ways and remain lifeless all day long?
Cui Cheng pushed open the bamboo door on the first floor. Inside was a study room and a wooden bed.
She was kept clean and spotless by that girl Chen Ruchu.
After Cui Cheng left the house, he walked to Linlu Academy in Piyun Mountain. When he came back, he sat at a stone table by the cliff. Chen Ruchu did not follow Pei Qian down the mountain. There were many things going on on the mountain. She was on time and had endless things to do.
Seeing Mr. Cui leaving the bamboo building, Chen Ruchu hurriedly brought over a large red lacquer food box and arranged the wine pots and dishes one by one. Cui Cheng smiled and asked why there were no melon seeds. The girl in pink skirt smiled shyly and said
He took out several large handfuls of melon seeds from his pocket and placed them on the table.
Chen Lingjun still liked to wander around alone. Today he saw the old man sitting on a stone bench drinking alone. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and realized that he had seen it right.
Chen Lingjun didn't dare to get close to this old man. He was the kind of man who could kill him with one punch in Longquan County.
Unexpectedly, Cui Cheng waved, "Come and sit."
Chen Lingjun had a grimace on his face, "Old senior, if I don't go over, will I have to beat him up?"
Cui Cheng nodded.
Chen Lingjun immediately rushed over. A man is capable of bending and stretching. Otherwise, how could he survive to this day in Longquan County? How could he rely on his cultivation?
Cui Cheng smiled and said: "It's fun to lose money on purpose every once in a while."
Chen Lingjun blinked, "What?"
Seeing that he was pretending to be stupid, Cui Cheng said nothing more and asked casually: "Didn't Chen Ping'an persuade you to draw a clear line with your brother Yujiang Water God?"
Chen Lingjun shook his head, gently raised his sleeves, and wiped the tabletop, which was cleaner than the mirror, "He is a worse person than me. He just wastes money in vain and will not talk about me like this. He also helps me make a swollen face and pretend to be fat."
.”
Cui Cheng said: "Chen Pingan's trip to Beiju Luzhou this time is partly for you. Traveling thousands of miles along Jidu is not an easy task."
Chen Lingjun remained silent.
Cui Cheng picked up a spare wine glass, poured the wine and handed it to the boy in green sitting opposite.
Chen Lingjun said tremblingly: "Old senior, aren't you punished by the bar? I work hard every day in Luolu Mountain, and I really haven't done any bad things."
Cui Cheng smiled and said: "Drink yours."
Chen Lingjun took the wine glass and took a pitiful sip of wine.
Cui Cheng asked: "Chen Ping'an treats you like this, can you treat others half like this in the future?"
Chen Lingjun whispered: "Maybe?"
Cui Cheng smiled and said: "That's enough."
Now it was Chen Lingjun's turn to wonder, "Is this enough?"
Cui Cheng smiled and said nothing.
Chen Lingjun muttered: "You are not Chen Ping'an, so you can't do what you say."
Cui Cheng joked: "Make a bet?"
Chen Lingjun wailed, "I really don't have much spare money! I only have a few untouchable wife-in-laws left. Not even a copper coin can touch this amount of family wealth. It's really impossible to touch it!"
Cui Cheng said: "Have you ever thought about why you pretend to be afraid of me, but in fact you are not that afraid of me? If you really have people and things that you can't handle, you might even dare to ask me for help?"
Chen Lingjun lowered his head, made a fist with one hand, swirled around the wine glass, and said softly: "Because of my good man."
Cui Cheng asked again, "Then have you ever thought about why Chen Pingan is willing to leave you on Luolu Mountain? He treats you no worse than others."
Chen Lingjun said dullly: "He is a bad person."
Cui Cheng smiled and said, "Because in the eyes of Chen Ping'an, you are not bad either."
Chen Lingjun whispered: "Fart."
Cui Cheng: "What?"
Chen Lingjun immediately raised his head, held the cup in both hands, and said with a bright smile: "Old man, will one of us go together?"
As a result, Chen Lingjun froze there.
We two brothers?
Are you looking for death?
Alas, with my charlatanism, I always make fun of others and save my life.
Chen Lingjun didn't even expect that Cui Cheng, instead of being angry, raised his glass and said with a smile: "Then let's go."
After drinking, Chen Lingjun was still restless.
Cui Cheng didn't spend much time with this little bastard, "Chen Ping'an is not very good at saying polite words to people close to him, so you can think more about whether you are underestimating yourself too much. There is always something wrong with you. It's Chen Ping'an."
I don’t think he can do it either.”
Chen Lingjun nodded vigorously, stood up, bowed respectfully to say goodbye, and left slowly, then suddenly ran wildly, but after running far away, he couldn't help but stop and turn around to look.
It seems like Old Man Cui is a little strange today.
Cui Cheng drank alone.
When I was young, I just felt that my heart was sharpened, its edge was unparalleled, and it would never be damaged.
After practicing boxing again.
It was rare that Chen Ping'an was covered in blood, but he could still sit up and even wash his face with water.
Li Er sat aside.
Chen Pingan took out two pots of glutinous rice wine, one pot each for Li Er, and chatted casually.
Because Li Er said there was no need to drink the Xianjia wine.
It was said to be small talk, but in fact it was Chen Ping'an alone chatting about the past.
Unknowingly, we started chatting from Beiju Luzhou to Tongyezhou, and then to Aquarius Island and my hometown.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I remember the first time I went to Fulu Street and Taoye Lane to deliver letters and earn copper coins. I was used to walking on the dirt roads of Mud Bottle Lane and Long Kiln. The first time I stepped on that kind of bluestone, it was all my own.
The straw sandals were afraid of getting dirty on the road, and they almost didn’t know how to lift their feet to walk. After giving away the treasure vase, Li Huai and the others went to the Sui Dynasty and were guests at the home of an old servant in Huang Tingguo.
Xianjia Inn, it’s a bit hard to pretend to be calm and calm there, and control your eyes so as not to glance around.”
"There was a dinner party at Shujian Lake, which was prepared by Gu Can. At the table were the fugitive prince of the noble family Tianhuang, the son of the general, and the disciples of the Immortal Master. If we don't mention the disappointment in Gu Can, looking at the man who handled it with ease,
A natural little slug, in fact, deep down in my heart, I am still a little happy. This is what Master Huolong said about my selfishness. At that time, I felt that the little slug on the tail of Mud Bottle Alley, Chen Ping'an, seemed to be able to live without him.
Okay. In Shujian Lake, that was the only time I wanted to leave and not care about anything the most, not what happened next."
"In fact, there are many things that I don't adapt to. It doesn't matter whether I like it or not, I can only adapt to it."
"What are the rivers and lakes, and what are the gods?"
"I opened my eyes wide and looked hard at all the strange people and things. There were many that I didn't understand at first, and some that I still didn't accept after I understood them."
Li Er asked: "Does it feel uncomfortable?"
Chen Pingan shook his head, "I just feel a little unhappy in my heart. But sometimes I also think that there are not only uncomfortable things along the way. Besides, I have seen with my own eyes so many people in the world who have suffered more than me.
Even if you can't live a better life, you have to live as if there is no end to the suffering, and who can you ask to explain it? You can only endure it, and you can't survive it day by day, just like many people in the alleys in your hometown.
When someone is seriously ill, he just thinks about it, grabs some medicine, boils a few bowls of medicine, and then dies. His relatives at home understand, and the person lying in bed suffering from the disaster understands even better. It’s not that he’s not sad, but he really can’t say anything.”
"If one day I must leave this world, I must be remembered by others. They may be sad, but they must not just be sad. When they are no longer so sad and live their own lives, they can occasionally think about it.
When I think about it, I once knew a man named Chen Pingan. Between heaven and earth, some things, whether big or small, can only be done by Chen Pingan."
Finally, Chen Ping'an drank wine, looked into the distance, and said with a smile: "The thought of eating a plate of stir-fried pork with winter bamboo shoots every winter is a very happy thing. It's like putting down the chopsticks and winter has passed and spring has come."
Li Er turned his head and looked at this young man.