Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty-Three Still Still Beaten
Compared with the past, Ning Mansion actually only has one more Chen Ping'an, and it is not too lively.
The reason for Ning Mansion's silence is too heavy.
Originally, after Ning Yao was born, the Ning family had the opportunity to become a top family like Dong, Qi, and Chen. Now, everything has passed, but there is still a lingering haze.
On the other hand, over at the shop on the top of the mountain, the old swordsman Dong Sangen personally came out to drink wine for Huangtong, the swordsman of the Taihui Swordsman Sect. A total of six swordsmen shared a table to drink, and there were three swordsmen there.
The words engraved on the sign made the business of the small wine shop, which was about to go downhill, become extremely prosperous after one night. Jian Xiu, who was squatting and drinking, grabbed a large handful. At the same time, the wine shop launched Yan Ji's unique pickles.
When you buy a bottle of wine, you get a plate for free. Combined with the slightly bland Zhuhai Dongtian wine, you can sip the wine and crunch the pickles, and it tastes great.
Chen Ping'an's daily necessities in Ning Mansion were very regular. Apart from spending six hours a day refining his energy at Zhanlongya Pavilion, he would spend half an hour cleaning the courtyard with Aunt Bai in the early morning. During this period, he would ask Lian Qi in detail.
Regarding the matter of boxing, Li Er helped to feed the boxing at Lion Peak. He explained it in enough detail. However, different peak masters respectively explained the principles of boxing, which were often basically the same. However, the paths were very different and the scenery was very different. The old woman often talked about the details and explained it personally.
When practicing boxing moves, Chen Pingan followed her example. The old woman was actually particularly pleased, because Chen Pingan had already used her boxing frame early in the street fight. Bai Lianshuang's boxing skills were in contrast to most of the world's boxing intentions.
The way to practice this is to hold back the punch the most, keep your mind introverted, and fight until you reach a state where it seems that there is no leakage. When you are in a state of perfection, you can then talk about delivering punches to the enemy.
Every day at noon, I walked with Nalan to the Jiezi Xiaotiandi martial arts arena to familiarize myself with the flying sword of a Jade Pu realm swordsman, which took about half an hour.
There is another drill at midnight. This is Nalan Yexing's request. If you want to learn the essence of his two completely different swordsmanship, these two hours are the best time.
Learning swordsmanship with Nalan Yexing is no better than learning boxing with Aunt Bai, who often gets injured. In fact, Nalan Yexing is very measured when wielding a sword. Chen Pingan only sees scars and bruises, which are all minor injuries, but Aunt Bai
My heart ached every time. One time Chen Pingan was slightly injured and seriously injured. After Zishi practiced swordplay, he followed the old rules and drank two cups with Grandpa Nalan. As a result, Aunt Bai scolded Nalan Yexing all the time.
With his head wet, Nalan Yexing just reached out to cover his wine glass, not daring to talk back. In fact, Chen Ping'an said it, and Ning Yao also helped him say it about practicing swordsmanship. They all hope that Aunt Bai doesn't have to worry, but for some reason, she can be said to be well-educated and sensible.
The old woman, this is the only thing she can't bend and is unreasonable. The only one who suffers is Nalan Yexing.
Later, I heard that the bottleneck of Chen Ping'an's Sword Qi Eighteen Stops was loosened and there were signs of breaking through. The old woman endured her heartache and reluctantly let go of Nalan Yexing, who had no merit but hard work.
Regarding the Eighteen Stops modified by A Liang, Chen Pingan privately asked Ning Yao why he only taught it to so many people.
Ning Yao looked solemn and said that it wasn't that A Liang didn't want to teach more people, but that he didn't dare.
Chen Ping'an was sitting in the pavilion and woke up with a fright. For the first time, he broke into a cold sweat.
The more you teach, the younger generation of demon sword cultivators in the entire wild world will all be able to excel in swordsmanship!
Ning Yao looked at Chen Pingan.
Chen Ping'an said: "So far, I have only taught Pei Qian."
Ning Yao nodded and said, "That's okay."
After that, Chen Ping'an asked if in addition to the two engraving books, there were some scattered writings of sword immortals in the city, whether they were works by local or foreign swordsmen, whether they were about the battles on the Great Wall of Sword Qi,
Or landscape travel notes about traveling in the wild world. Ning Yao said that Ning Mansion does not have many collections of such miscellaneous books. The library mostly contains books by saints and sages from hundreds of schools of thought. However, the mirage in the north of the city can be used to try your luck.
Chen Pingan hesitated.
That market is very strange. Its foundation is a veritable mirage, but it has been condensed into its essence for a long time. The beautiful buildings and jade buildings are magnificent, just like the mansion of an immortal family. There are nearly forty buildings of various colors, which can accommodate thousands of people.
So many. The city itself is heavily guarded and it is difficult for outsiders to get in and out. Therefore, the giant merchants in the world who have long-term trade with the Jianqi Great Wall all do business there. They can find all kinds of strange and ingenious objects, antiques and treasures, magic weapons and important weapons.
, that mirage will disappear every hundred years, and the monks who live there need to evacuate once, and all the people will leave, and wait until the mirage re-consolidates itself into reality before moving into it.
Ning Yao once suffered an assassination there.
It was also there that Aunt Bai fell from the tenth level martial artist to the mountain top level. A pure martial artist is not a common qi practitioner who falls into the realm. From this, we can see how dangerous and tragic the sneak attack was.
Chen Ping'an did not agree to go there with Ning Yao. He just planned to have people help collect books and spend money. Otherwise, there would be no point in earning money.
If we don’t talk about fighting with all our means, we only talk about the speed of practice.
Even if Chen Pingan does not compare with Ning Yao, but only with Dieshang Chen Sanqiu and others, he will still feel ashamed of himself. One time, Yan Zhuo was on the martial arts field and said that he wanted to "pass on the skills from a teacher" to the little girl Guo Zhu
Jiu's unique boxing technique, Chen Ping'an squatted aside, ignoring the nonsense of the big one and the small one, just raised his head and glanced at the scene of Chen Sanqiu and Dong Huafu refining qi in the pavilion, using the Changsheng Bridge as a bridge between the two heavens and the earth.
, the spiritual energy circulated so fast that it was dizzying to see. Chen Pingan felt a little worried when he looked at it. He always felt that he could not live up to the Feng Shui treasure of Zhanlongya, where he breathed and exhaled every day.
Ning Yao stood aside and comforted: "Your Immortality Bridge has not been completely built yet, and the two of them are Jindan monks, so you will feel that there is a huge gap. When you gather five natal objects, the five elements complement each other, and now the three
A natal object, water seal, soil from the Five Mountains of Aquarius Continent, and a wooden idol, the three items are of good enough rank, and the prototype of a small world and a big pattern has already been formed. You must know that even in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, most of the immortal sword cultivators have
There is no such complicated alchemy room."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Sword cultivators, it's enough to have a good enough natal sword, and you don't need so many natal objects to support it."
Ning Yao said: "Didn't I say some comforting words to you?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I understand."
Chen Ping'an remembered something, "Die Zhang is busy with shop business every day. Do you really think it won't delay her practice?"
Ning Yao shook his head and said: "No, except for the lower five realms that reached the Cave Mansion realm and the Golden Core realm, which were twice in Ning Mansion, the rest of the peaks and peaks were broken by oneself. Every time they experienced the hardships on the battlefield, the peaks would be able to
She breaks through the realm very quickly. She is a genius who is naturally suitable for large-scale killings. Last time she competed with Dong Hua Fu, you actually didn't see everything. When you actually go to the battlefield and fight side by side with Die Zhang, you will understand why Die Zhang is so good.
Chen Sanqiu and the others are regarded as life and death friends. Besides me, every time a battle ends, Chen Sanqiu will ask Fatty Yan and Dong Heitan whether they can see the back of their heads clearly and whether they are beautiful or not."
Ning Yao said: "So the elders, Dong and Chen, have always been very impressed by Diezhang, who was not from a good background, especially the Chen family, who also wanted a young man to marry Diezhang, Chen Sanqiu.
The brothers all nodded in agreement, but Diezhang himself did not agree. Grandpa Dong was willing to see Huang Tong, the Taihui Sword Sect Sword Immortal, off, and the shop he chose in Diezhang had nothing to do with you, but only because Diezhang had saved Dong Heitan's life. Diezhang
He once said, 'If I am going to die, there is no need to save me.' Grandpa Dong especially appreciated it."
Ning Yao smiled and said: "I didn't talk to Die Zhang about these things too much. She has a delicate mind and always thinks too much. I'm afraid that she will be distracted. She admires those senior swordsmen with outstanding military exploits too much. Too much is not enough. Previously in the shop
, you should also have noticed that no matter whether it is the left or right, Grandpa Dong, or Han Huaizi Li Cai, they will all be very nervous when they see them in the mountains."
Chen Pingan nodded, "I did find it. If you agree, I can talk to her later. I have more experience on this matter."
Ning Yao stared at Chen Ping'an and asked, "What's wrong with this? Or do you think I'm unreasonable?"
Chen Pingan stretched out his hands and pinched Ning Yao's cheeks, "How is this possible?"
Fatty Yan, who had been watching and listening in all directions, accidentally kicked the little girl who had learned his boxing and kicking skills, and hit him on the door. Yan Zhuo didn't notice it at all. He winked at Guo Zhujiu, and the little girl turned around to look.
, Gasping, the master is so bold, it is true that a master of arts is bold! I am also very smart and lucky, I will definitely make money by studying with my master this time!
Ning Yao stood still, letting the guy pinch both cheeks with his fingers, "You are so capable, why don't you go to Jie Zi Xiaotiandi to practice with you?"
Chen Ping'an quickly stopped his hand, but with one hand behind his back, he spread his palm with the other hand towards the martial arts field, and said with a smile: "Please."
Ning Yao raised his eyebrows, swept into the mustard world near the south of the martial arts arena, stood calmly, and gently twisted his wrist.
Chen Pingan ran away without a trace.
Ning Yao didn't chase him, he just took out his flying sword and walked around in the mustard world. It didn't even count as sword practice, it was just that he hadn't let his flying sword see the world for a long time.
The matter of cultivation is really not worth mentioning to Ning Yao.
Guo Zhujiu said in a daze: "Assessing the situation, being able to stretch and bend, my master is truly a man."
Yan Zhuo asked: "Lu Duan, how about I teach you boxing skills and you teach me this flattering kung fu?"
The little girl imitated the master of the swordsman in blue shirt who had made a smart gesture with one hand clenched in front of the enemy and one hand behind the back during the battle on the street. She shook her head and said: "You are not sincere and your qualifications are even worse."
Yan Zhuo was a little confused.
Ning Yao waved and said: "Lu Duan, come here and get beaten."
Guo Zhujiu shouted, "Okay," and then started running away. After all, he was a sword cultivator in the fifth realm, and it was not difficult to escape with the wind, but he was not as smooth as his future master.
There is no need for a disciple to be ashamed if he is not as good as his teacher.
Unfortunately, Ning Yao stretched out his hand to grab him, wrapped Guo Zhujiu in a burst of fine sword energy with just the right heat, and dragged him to his side casually.
Guo Zhujiu staggered to his feet, shouted softly, clasped his hands together, and then intertwined his fingers and made a seal, "The sky is moving, the earth is moving, sister Ning can't see it, and it won't hurt if I hit you!"
Yan Zhuo covered his face with his hands, rubbed them fiercely, and said to himself: "If you want me to accept a disciple like Lu Duan, I would rather accept her as my teacher."
If Guo Zhujiu thought he could escape this way, he would be underestimating Ning Yao.
The little girl left Ning's house with a bruised nose and a swollen face. She was jumping up and down. When she went out, she asked Sister Ning if she wanted to eat cakes and patted her chest to assure herself that she just couldn't walk.
He had long eyes and fell down due to wrestling, but for no apparent reason, Sister Ning grabbed his little head and knocked on the door.
Guo Zhujiu, who was a little dizzy, left the holy place for boxing training alone. She walked pitifully on the street, touched her face, and saw the nosebleeds in her palms, and smeared them on her body casually. The little girl raised her head high,
Walking forward slowly, I thought that practicing boxing is really not easy, but this is a good thing. How can there be a peerless boxing technique that can be learned casually? When I have learned seven or eight successful skills, Sister Ning will forget it.
Yes, the master may not be willing to favor him, so he should bear with her for a while, but Dong couldn't bear that old girl who couldn't get married. She had to take her time walking at night in the future.
The little girl with a green inkstone hanging around her waist looked up at the cloudless blue sky and nodded lightly, today is a good day.
On this day, Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao walked together to the wine shop in Diezhang.
In the past, when the two of them practiced qi, they each had their own rest time, and could not necessarily get together. Chen Pingan would often go to Diezhang Wine Shop alone.
Ning Yao Mingming interrupted his practice today and intended to go with Chen Ping'an.
Chen Ping'an didn't think much about it.
Passing by the restaurant on the street where the business was far less prosperous than his shop, Chen Pingan looked at the large and small couplets and said softly to Ning Yao: "The writing is not as good as mine, and the meaning is even worse, right?"
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Ning Yao said: "There is a large restaurant that invited a named disciple of a Confucian saint. He was a gentleman in the academy and wrote a couplet in his own hand."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "This is just a poor business experience that only scratches the surface. It won't work. I bet that if the restaurant's business does not deteriorate, the shopkeeper will burn high incense. Don't expect the drinkers to appreciate it. Here
There are more than 70 large and small restaurants nearby, everyone sells wine, and there are more than a hundred kinds of Xianjia wine produced in the world. It is not difficult to drink whatever you want, but in the final analysis, what is being sold?"
Ning Yao asked: "What is it?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing, and continued to look at the couplets around him that looked like shy little ladies.
Ning Yao said: "Don't talk about knocking me down."
Chen Pingan hurriedly said: "Of course it is for those who buy wine. Those who drink my wine are not that the Sword Immortal is better than the Sword Immortal, but that the Sword Immortal is better than the Sword Immortal. The small shop, the crude wine table and benches, but it is unconstrained, small
The world is full of wine glasses. So Diezhang said that after making money, he would change the wine tables, chairs and stools and imitate the big restaurants to make them look fresh and shiny. This was absolutely not possible. Fatty Yan suggested that he use his personal money to join the business and take out the money and record it in his name.
I also directly rejected a large silk and satin shop that was not doing well. It would ruin the feng shui and ruin the unique charm of the current wine shop. Furthermore, our city is not that small, with tens of thousands of people.
Counting half of his women, will it be impossible to sell silk and satin? So I plan to talk to Fatty Yan, don’t continue to add money to join our shop, we will pay to join his silk shop. Here, the only ones who are really willing to pay are except
A swordsman who likes drinking is a woman who likes to please others’ appearance. I have already drafted the new couplets for the silk shop..."
Ning Yao said slowly: "A Liang once said that a man who practices swordsmanship can become a swordsman just by relying on his talent. But if you want to be a considerate and good man like him, you must not be touched by a woman's words that are like flying swords piercing the heart."
"Injury, if you haven't experienced the pain of a woman who has gone away and never looked back, and if you haven't drank thousands of pounds of lingering wine, don't even think about it."
Chen Ping'an turned to look at Ning Yao and blinked, "You're right. In the past ten years, I have been thinking about someone so far away that even an immortal flying sword can't reach me. I can only practice boxing and drink to relieve my worries."
The next moment, Chen Pingan suddenly panicked.
Ning Yao's face looked a little sad without any concealment.
Those eyes were full of words. She was not good at words, so she never spoke because she never knew how to speak love words.
In the past, the straw-shoe boy who had practiced boxing for a million dollars before reaching the upside-down mountain was also clumsy with his words, so she didn't think anything was wrong.
Chen Pingan stretched out a thumb, gently wiped Ning Yao's eyebrows, and said softly: "Don't be unhappy, but relax your frown."
Ning Yao said: "I'm just not happy."
Chen Pingan bent down, picked up Ning Yao and started running.
Ning Yao was at a loss.
Chen Ping'an hugged her and ran all the way to Diezhang Liquor Shop. Dozens of swordsmen, big and small, were squatting on the wine table and aside, all of them were stunned.
There were also many young women among them, most of them were the daughters of the people who came here because of their reputation. Seeing this scene, it didn't matter. On the contrary, all of them had bright eyes, and there were even bolder women who took a swig of wine and whistled skillfully.
Chen Pingan put Ning Yao down and waved his hand, "All drinks that have not yet been paid will be discounted at 10%!"
Then Chen Ping'an added: "The words of the second shopkeeper may not be effective. The meaning of the top shopkeeper of Diezhang shall prevail."
The drinkers all looked at Diezhang, who smiled and nodded, "Then it's 10% off."
There was cheering immediately.
It's really not easy to save some money on drinks from this second shopkeeper.
Chen Pingan picked up a small bench and went to work as a storyteller at the corner of the street. He looked at Ning Yao, who nodded.
Diezhang came to Ning Yao and asked softly: "What's wrong today? Chen Ping'an wasn't like this before. I think he's going to be playing gongs and drums on the street in a few days."
Ning Yao glanced at the chirping Yingying Yanyan at a table in the distance, smiled, and said nothing.
Diezhang couldn't help laughing. She secretly mentioned to Ning Yao that women often come to the shop to drink. The drunkard doesn't care about drinking. Naturally, he comes for the famous second shopkeeper. Yes.
The two shameless people not only bought wine, they also carved their names and wrote words on the back of the "Nothing" sign on the wall of the liquor store. If they were not the shopkeepers, they would have couldn't help but put the "Nothing" sign on the wall.
Taking it off, Ning Yao went to open the two innocent cards that time before, took a look at them, and then silently turned them back.
Chen Ping'an sat on a small bench, and soon a large group of children gathered around him.
He still told a story about mountains, rivers, gods and monsters that he had not finished last time. He stopped at the key point and said it with a smile and listened to the explanation next time.
There were complaints all around.
The big kid who wanted to learn boxing from Chen Pingan earlier than Guo Zhujiu squatted at Chen Pingan's feet and took out a copper coin from the clay pot, "Chen Pingan, go on, there is a reward."
If it’s not enough, I can add more money.”
Chen Pingan reached out and pushed the child's head away, "Go and cool down."
Then Chen Ping'an took out a piece of paper from his arms and gently shook it open. "Are there any characters you don't recognize on this? Are there any you want to learn?"
A young man said dullly: "There are so many words that I don't know. What's the use of learning them? It's boring. I don't want to hear this. You continue to tell the story, or I will leave."
Chen Ping'an looked around and saw that it was almost the same. He was really not very interested in children who were literate and grew up in back alleys. Once the novelty wore off, it would be difficult to last long.
Literacy is not useless in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. It is certainly useful for those lucky people who can become sword cultivators.
But among the poor people in the streets and alleys here, it is just a thing to relieve their boredom. If it weren't for wanting to know what the portraits and characters in the little books said, in fact, everyone feels that they are not like those crooked people.
The slanted words on the stone tablet, from childhood to old age to death, both sides have always said that you don't know me and I don't know you, it doesn't matter.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "No rush. I will only explain one word to you today. After that, I will continue to tell the story."
Chen Pingan picked up the bamboo branch on his knee and wrote the word "steady" on the dirt.
Chen Pingan smiled and asked: "Who knows?"
Someone said it.
Then Chen Ping'an raised the green bamboo branch in his hand, which was vaguely surrounded by spiritual energy, and said: "Whoever can help me decipher the Chinese characters today, I will give him this bamboo branch. Of course, he must decipher it well. For example, he must at least tell
I, why does the word "steady" obviously mean "unpleasant", but it also contains the word "hurried"? Isn't it contradictory to each other? Could it be that the saint who made the word in the first place fell asleep and then made up such a word for us in a daze?
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A bunch of children stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
It's already amazing to be able to recognize that it is the word "wen", but who knows this?
A little girl who was sneaking among the crowd said softly: "Future Master, I know what you mean."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: "No, you have been studying since you were a child, and it is unfair for you to decipher the characters."
Guo Zhujiu was a little bit greedy for the bamboo branch in the master's hand. If she got it and returned to her street, wouldn't she be so majestic? The little girl was a little annoyed, "If I had known it, I wouldn't have studied."
After everyone discovered that Guo Zhu was drunk, they intentionally or unintentionally moved away from her. It was not just fear and envy, but also low self-esteem, and the self-esteem that often goes hand in hand with low self-esteem.
The little girl squatting alone had no feeling at all. The small inkstone hanging around her waist didn't matter if it touched the mud.
A poor young man with handsome features but patched clothes mustered up his courage, blushed slightly, pointed at the word on the ground in front of Chen Ping'an, his words trembled, and said softly: "The rush is to be stable, the seedlings actually grow fast, but they grow slowly."
Slowly. There is a small stone tablet in Lingxi Lane of my house. It says, "When rice stalks gather together, they become wealthy emperors and princes." I asked Sister Diezhang about it and she knew what it meant. However, Sister Diezhang said that she had never seen any rice.
畕烃. I think this word "steady" has the meaning of being based on crops and expressing urgency, just like the new wine shop opened by you and sister Diezhang. They make money quickly but spend money slowly, so they have a family. Sister Diezhang
Then you can buy a bigger house.”
Chen Ping'an has long noticed this young man. He is the most attentive and attentive person in listening to stories and explaining Chinese characters.
The young man was also one of the apprentice craftsmen who renovated the street.
However, Chen Ping'an found that the young man's body was weak. Not only had he lost the best opportunity to practice boxing, but he was indeed not suitable for practicing martial arts. This was not the same as Zhao Shuxia. It's not that you can't learn boxing, but it's difficult to achieve anything.
To achieve success, you will not be able to survive the suffering of at least three realms.
Chen Ping'an didn't give up. After asking Ning Yao, Ning Yao looked at the young man from a distance and shook his head, saying that the young man did not have the qualifications to practice swordsmanship and could not even pass the first step.
Come. Only then did Chen Pingan give up.
Maybe young people don’t really love literacy.
, it’s just that I have been lonely since I was a child, with nothing left at home and nothing to do. I always wanted to do something. If I could make myself a little different from my peers without spending money, the shabby young man would be extra attentive.
Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "Zhang Jiazhen, you solved the word "wen" most of the time correctly, so I gave you the Zhuzhi."
Chen Pingan handed over the bamboo branch. Unexpectedly, Chen Pingan actually knew the boy's name, but he blushed completely, panicked, shook his head vigorously and said, "I don't want this."
Chen Pingan took back the bamboo branch and asked with a smile: "What, you want to learn boxing?"
Zhang Jiazhen still shook her head, "It will delay long-term work."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Having real skills is the most important foundation for establishing one's life. Otherwise, it will be difficult to live a good life. When the time comes, you will blame everyone and everything, and you will feel that even good people are still wrong, and you will be miserable.
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The young man seems to understand. Even among his peers in the nearby streets, he is the most literate and hyphenated, but how can he know the true knowledge? But Chen Ping'an's words are either the principles of sages or simple parents. What is Zhang Jiazhen?
You can still hear some, for example, Chen Ping'an would approve of him working a long-term job to earn money and support himself, which made the young man feel much more at ease.
To be recognized by others, even if it is small. For a young man like Zhang Jiazhen, it may not be a trivial matter.
The little kid holding the clay pot yelled: "I don't want to be a bricklayer! I'm useless, and I won't look good even if I get a wife!"
Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to hold the head of the child next to him and shook it gently, "As long as you have high aspirations, okay? When you go home, ask your father if your mother is good-looking? If you dare to ask, yes
With this heroic spirit, I will tell you a magical story alone. Do you want to do this deal?"
"Isn't my skin itchy? You often tell stories, but you can't run away. But when my mother gets angry, my father will only let me get on top of her and get beaten."
The child raised the clay pot and said angrily: "Chen Ping'an, do you want to teach me boxing?! If you don't earn money, are you a fool?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Now that I have finished telling the second half of the story today, I will teach you a set of basic boxing techniques. Everyone can learn it. But before I say that, this boxing technique is very boring. If you learn it, you will definitely be useless. At most, it will be useless in the winter.
Snow, I feel a little less cold."
The child said "oh" and thought it was okay. If you don't learn, you won't learn in vain, so he hugged the clay pot tightly.
Chen Ping'an smiled at the child and said, "You haven't brought the money jar yet?"
The child asked: "Chen Ping'an, are you embarrassed to defraud children of money? It's really embarrassing for a master like you. I just won't learn boxing from you. Otherwise, if I become a master in the future, I will never be like you."
Laughter broke out around the small bench.
Even older teenagers like Zhang Jiazhen envied that child's boldness and dared to talk to Chen Pingan like this.
Chen Ping'an continued to tell the story of a landscape where ghosts were causing trouble and a Taoist cultivator subjugated demons. Then he stood up and placed the bamboo branches on the small bench. The children also made room for them and looked at the man in green shirt.
Walk slowly in six steps.
Chen Pingan stood still and said with a smile: "Have you learned it?"
Guo Zhujiu's eyes are fixed, his boxing skills are superb, and he has the style of a master!
The child holding the money jar said blankly: "Is it over?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Otherwise?"
The child gently put down the clay pot, stood up, and struck out with a barrage of teeth and claws. After gasping for breath and withdrawing his fist, the child said angrily: "This is the boxing technique you used to defeat so many little sword fairies before, Chen Pingan! Who are you fooling?
?You’re so slow to walk step by step, I’m worried for you!”
Chen Pingan pointed to the word on the ground and said with a smile: "Forgot?"
Chen Pingan walked the six steps again, still slowly, and punched leisurely. As he walked, he said: "All boxing skills and kung fu are obtained from stability. One day, when the boxing skills are perfect, I will deliver this punch again..."
With the last punch from the pile, Chen Pingan stopped, tilted upward, and punched the sky.
The children all opened their eyes wide and looked to the sky.
Chen Ping'an had quietly withdrawn his fist, picked up the bamboo branches and bench, and prepared to go home.
The child asked blankly: "With this punch, there was no thunder?"
The rest of the people also nodded, feeling that it was not satisfying at all.
Chen Ping'an laughed and said: "I didn't really punch."
The atmosphere became a little awkward.
Guo Zhu was so drunk that he shouted loudly: "Boom!"
Chen Pingan put his hand to cover his forehead. It was a bit embarrassing, but he couldn't hurt the little girl's heart, so he smiled without conscience and extended his thumb towards the little girl.
The other children, big and small, also looked at each other.
It's over, it's boring, let's wait for the next story.
Chen Pingan called Zhang Jiazhen. The young man was confused and still came to Chen Pingan, feeling uneasy.
To the young man, this man named Chen Ping'an is...a man from heaven.
Chen Pingan walked slowly, twisted his wrist, secretly took out a bamboo leaf, stuffed it into Zhang Jiazhen, and said softly: "I gave it to you. You can wear it on your body normally. It is useless like the fist stake. I didn't mean to test it."
No matter what I teach you, this is the fact, but as long as you are willing to learn boxing, walk several times a day, and this little bamboo leaf can help you resist the wind and cold. It will snow soon. In the cold season, it will be easier to be a long-term worker.
It’s still okay.”
Zhang Jiazhen clenched the bamboo leaves tightly and was silent for a moment, "Am I really not suitable for martial arts and sword practice?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Yes."
The young man's eyes were red and he lowered his head and said nothing.
Chen Pingan looked forward, "It is a great thing to be able to take responsibility for yourself at a young age. Zhang Jiazhen, don't underestimate yourself."
The young man raised his head.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The name Jiazhen was chosen by you after reading so many inscriptions and picking up two characters yourself?"
The young man nodded, "My parents passed away early, and my grandpa is illiterate. In the past few years, he only had a nickname."
Chen Pingan turned around and said: "Jiawei is beautiful, Zhenwei is firm, it is a very good name. The life of Jianqi Great Wall is not very good. This is something you have absolutely nothing to do, so you can only accept your fate, but
How you live your life is yours to decide. Whether it will get better in the future is hard to say, it may be more difficult. Maybe you will become more skilled at your crafts, earn more money, and become a craftsman respected by your neighbors."
Having said this, Chen Pingan turned around and said with a smile: "But at least, when I tell other people about landscape stories in the future, I may mention to them that there is a craftsman named Zhang Jiazhen in Lingxi Lane of the Great Wall of Jianqi. In addition to his craftsmanship,
Maybe he has no other merits, but he has liked reading inscriptions since he was a child, and he is able to read Chinese characters and hyphen, and he is not inferior to scholars."
After Zhang Jiazhen left.
From beginning to end, Guo Zhujiu didn't say anything, he just raised his head and looked at the man who would be his master in a year and a half.
In an instant, Guo Zhujiu's eyes widened, full of expectation.
I saw Chen Ping'an calculating with his fingers, and then said: "It will still take a year and a half to accept a disciple."
Guo Zhujiu sighed heavily.
Chen Pingan continued to walk forward. The bustling wine shop and the money were all in my pocket. It looked very festive from a distance. Chen Pingan, who was in a good mood, casually asked: "Have you ever heard of a saying?
It is said that only a hundred evil people in the world can raise a poet whose articles will be passed down through the ages."
Guo Zhujiu shook his head and said: "The future master has great knowledge, but the future disciple has little knowledge. I have never heard of it."
Chen Ping'an was surprised. Has the feng shui of his Luolu Mountain spread to the Sword Qi Great Wall? It doesn't make sense. The culprits, the founder of the mountain, Zhu Lian, are far away from here.
Guo Zhujiu asked curiously: "Is there anything else to say later?"
Chen Ping'an nodded, "A well-known article that has been popular for thousands of years is nothing. All of you, ancestors, have been here for thousands of years, which is enough to shame all the poems in the world."
Guo Zhujiu asked: "Master, do you need me to help you shout these words in the streets and alleys? I am shouting while walking on the pile and practicing boxing. It is not tiring."
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Farewell."
Guo Zhujiu was secretly amused. What he just said was hidden. He called himself a disciple and called him master. He has made a lot of money today.
Arrived at the liquor store.
Ning Yao looked at Guo Zhujiu who was preparing to apply oil on the soles of her feet. The little girl ran up to Ning Yao and said with a smile: "Sister Ning, you look particularly beautiful today."
Ning Yao glanced at Chen Pingan.
Chen Ping'an smiled bitterly and said, "I don't teach you this."
Guo Zhujiu saw that Sister Ning rarely beat him, so he stopped and went home.
When I was a kid, I felt really sad about many big things.
When you grow up, you will forget what those sorrows are.
Ning Yao and Chen Pingan returned to Ning Mansion together.
Ning Yao asked: "Do you really plan to accept a disciple?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It's anonymous for the time being. The Guo family treats people kindly, and it's rare for me to do anything for the Ning family."
Wei Jin, who was drinking at the shop for some time, seemed to remember something. He turned to look at Chen Ping'an's back and said with a smile from his heart: "I forgot to tell you when I was drinking here a few times before. Senior Zuo a long time ago
, so I asked you to send a message to ask you when you will practice sword practice."
Chen Ping'an turned to Diezhang and shouted: "Big shopkeeper, from now on Wei Dajianxian will get a 11% discount for drinking here!"
Wei Jin took out a Guyu coin and put it on the table, "It's easy to talk about."
Ning Yao asked: "What's wrong?"
Chen Ping'an smiled bitterly and said: "I have to go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi immediately and ask Aunt Bai to prepare the medicine jar. If it's too late and you don't see me, you can carry me back."
On the other side of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
Face south from left to right, sit cross-legged, close your eyes and meditate.
There are many things that I don’t understand, and even if I understand some things, I don’t want to accept them.
So in the end, he was alone, chose to stay away from the rights and wrongs of the world, and went to the sea to wield a sword.
This is not a romantic thing, in fact it is not pleasant at all.
But at the moment, there is one more thing that people don't understand.
Without my husband by my side, that little junior brother would be so courageous.