Although Ning Mansion is not located on Taixiang Street or Xuanhu Street, the residence is really quite big.
Chen Pingan helped the three of them choose three houses. Cao Qinglang is a Qi practitioner, so the position is the most important. The spiritual energy should not be weak, but the sword energy must not be too strong. Otherwise, Cao Qinglang, as the bottleneck of the cave realm, will soon be among the Guanhai
The monks who are in this realm happen to be the foreign Qi practitioners who are least willing to be in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Fortunately, Chen Ping'an knows the Ning Mansion very well, where Cao Qinglang and the three of them should live, and what are the subtle considerations and major considerations.
Ning Yao was very particular about letting Chen Pingan make decisions on these matters. There was no need for Ning Yao, the master of the Ning Mansion, to say anything, and there was no need for Chen Pingan, who was still an outsider for the time being, to ask.
Pei Qian was like a little oriole, determined to hover around the master's wife.
At first, Chen Pingan was worried that Pei Qian would delay Ning Yao's retreat, but Ning Yao said, "When is the time to practice in retreat?" Chen Pingan had nothing to say, so Ning Yao took Pei Qian to see the Ning Mansion.
The secret treasury that collects fairy magic weapons and utensils on the mountain said that it was going to give Pei Qian a meeting gift. Pei Qian could choose whatever he wanted, and then she Ning Yao picked another one as a reward for the gift she had received at the gate.
Zhong Qiu and Chen Pingan asked about some of the rules and taboos of the Ning Mansion, and then he went to the Zhanlongya Pavilion alone.
Cao Qinglang put the package in his house and saluted, and followed Chen Pingan to the small house. Chen Pingan walked on the road, holding his sleeves with his hands, and said with a smile: "I originally wanted you and Pei Qian to live with me.
, still remember the time when the three of us first met, right? But you are now at a critical point in your cultivation, and cultivation is still the most important thing."
Cao Qinglang smiled and nodded, "Sir, in fact, from that time on, I was very afraid of Pei Qian. I was just afraid that my husband would look down on him, so I tried my best to pretend that I was not afraid of Pei Qian. But deep down, I admired Pei Qian and always felt that it would be me.
If it were her, she would not be able to survive in the same situation in the capital city of Nanyuan. But there were many things about Pei Qian that I didn't understand at the time, and I really didn't like him at that time. But how could I dare to talk to Pei Qian?
You may not be aware of your irresponsible remarks, but when you went out that year, Pei Qian told me many stories about her travels in the world, and of course I can understand the meaning behind her words."
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Did Pei Qian secretly beat you when I was not in your ancestral home?"
Cao Qinglang nodded vigorously, but did not go into details.
Chen Ping'an didn't ask too many questions.
Chen Ping'an could completely imagine how he and Pei Qian would get along when he was not at his ancestral home in Cao Qinglang's shabby lane.
Of course, when the three of them get along, Chen Ping'an will also do things that Cao Qinglang and Pei Qian would not deliberately think about back then. It may be words or trivial things.
But many things really can only be faced by Cao Qinglang himself, from the life and death of his elders to the trivial words that poke his spine, hidden in the gaps between eating melon seeds, casual chats hidden on the small bench, hidden in
There is a big pile of food on the neighbor's table.
In fact, the child Cao Qinglang relied on the word "end" to survive the clouds and the moon, and the night passed and the day came.
At that time, Cao Qinglang really couldn't beat Pei Qian, and he didn't even dare to fight back. The key was that in addition to being a ruthless man, Pei Qian also had an aura that was like a gangster's. Every kick made an ant's nest, and every slap made an ant nest.
Cao Qinglang was not afraid of mosquitoes and flies. Especially when Pei Qian held a small stool and stared at him, but unusually did not say a single harsh word. Cao Qinglang, who was still a thin child at the time, was really shocked.
He was so afraid that when Chen Pingan was not in the house many times, Cao Qinglang could only be driven to the door by Pei Qian to serve as the doorkeeper.
A lonely child was sitting on the steps, but did not dare to stay at home. The child could only look at the corner of the street, waiting for Mr. Chen in white clothes with a sword on his back and a vermilion wine gourd tied around his waist to return.
Home, as long as he arrived in the alley and saw that figure, Cao Qinglang could finally go home without saying anything, let alone complaining.
Because Pei Qian is really smart, that kind of smartness that Cao Qinglang, his age, could not imagine at the time. She reminded Cao Qinglang from the beginning that you have no parents but you are still a leader. If
If you dare to complain, if you complain once, I will beat you once. Even if I get kicked out by that bastard who is so rich but doesn't spend money, I will climb over the wall here in the middle of the night and break your pots and pans.
Can you stop him? That guy pretends to be a good person and helps you. Can he stop him for a day or two, or for a year or two? Who is he, and who are you? Will he really live here forever? Besides,
What kind of temper does he have? I know better than you, an idiot. No matter what I do, he will never beat me to death. So you should be more sensible. Otherwise, if you become enemies with me, I will pester you for several times.
New Year, every new year and festival in the future, your family will be extinct anyway, and the door god can't afford the spring couplets anymore, so I will steal your bucket to fill other people's excrement and urine, and smear it all over your door. Every day when I pass by your house,
They all carry a big bag of stones. I want to see whether it is faster for you to spend money to mend window paper or for me to pick up stones.
What made Pei Qian most uncomfortable for Cao Qinglang back then was not the straightforward threats, nor the words that Pei Qian thought were the most unpleasant and scary, but the other words that Pei Qian said with a smile and a light air.
"Your family is so poor that the rice vat is cleaner than the bed. Isn't the only use of you as a doorkeeper is to go out and become a doorkeeper? Do you know how much copper money two doorkeepers cost? You can't even buy it after selling it.
Look at other people's homes. As time goes by, there are more people and more money. But your home is not so good. When people die, there is not much money left. Let me see, your father didn't sell things from door to door back then.
Are you a delivery man? There are many brothels in Zhuangyuan Lane not far from here. Your father spends all his money on touching the little hands of those women."
"Where are the melon seeds? Are they gone?! Believe it or not, I will smash all your cans of melon seeds? Tear up all your old books? When that man named Chen comes back to this shabby place, you will kneel on the ground and cry hard. He will
I have a lot of money, why don't I buy you some melon seeds? It costs money to stay in an inn. You are stupid, he is bad, you are not a good person, no wonder you can get together. I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes.
I met you two."
"Cao Qinglang, do you really think that guy likes you? He just pities you. He is the same type of person as me. Do you know who we are? Just like when I was wandering on the street, I saw something on the ground.
There was a baby bird that fell from its nest in a tree. I felt really sorry for it. Then I went to find a stone. When I dropped the stone, I killed it immediately so that it would suffer less. Does that make sense?
?So am I a good person? Do you think I am staying at your house and not leaving? I am protecting you. Maybe you will be beaten to death by him one day. As long as I am here, he won’t dare. You can’t thank me.
I?"
"Why do you look so sad every day? Don't you just have two parents? What's wrong, another pair died? Oh, forget it, anyway, you are sorry for your parents who died first, and I am sorry for giving you this name. If you change it to
I belong to your father and your mother. What a resurrection of the first seven, what a Qingming Festival and the Hungry Ghost Festival. As long as I see you, I will definitely be mad to death again. Cao Qinglang, I think you should just die. You
If you die earlier and run faster, you might be able to keep up with your parents, but remember to die far away and don't let that guy find him. He is rich, but the most stingy. He won't even be willing to help with a shabby straw mat.
You bought it, and this house will be mine from now on."
Cao Qinglang took the initiative to fight with Pei Qian twice, once for his parents, and once for Mr. Chen who had not come back for a long time. Of course, how could Cao Qinglang be Pei Qian's opponent? Pei Qian was used to seeing others fight.
Pei Qian was also used to being beaten by others, and Pei Qian had a hard time dealing with Cao Qinglang, who didn't even dare to be cruel. But she was just bored in her heart, and her hands were not weak, so Cao Qinglang didn't end well both times.
good.
Chen Pingan took Cao Qinglang, who was no longer the skinny kid in the back alley, and walked into the left-hand wing with two tables. Chen Pingan asked Cao Qinglang to sit at the table where the seals and fans were placed, and he began to pack them away.
The students Cao Qinglang and the disciple Pei Qian naturally learned more about maps, official and auxiliary books, and "accounting".
Chen Pingan has never told anyone.
In his mind, Cao Qinglang only resembled him in terms of life experience and temperament. In fact, they looked somewhat similar, and they did have many similarities, but in fact they were not.
That's a very strange feeling.
However, these will not delay Chen Pingan's departure from Lotus Flower Blessed Land. He most hopes to take Cao Qinglang away with him. Even if he cannot do it, he still misses the child from the back alley. He sincerely hopes that Cao Qinglang will become a scholar in the future and be able to wear a Confucian shirt.
, to become a real scholar, to become a scholar like Mr. Qi. He will even regret that he went too hastily, and worry that he will teach the wrong things. Cao Qinglang is too young, and many things that Chen Ping'an was right about will be wrong with this child.
That's not right. So before the Lotus Flower Blessed Land was divided into four and Chen Ping'an occupied one of them, Chen Ping'an had been thinking about Cao Qinglang so much that Pei Qian asked him that question at the inn on the border of Daquan Dynasty in Tongyezhou,
Chen Pingan said yes without hesitation, admitting that he didn't want to take Pei Qian with him at all. If he could, he would only take Cao Qinglang out of his hometown and come to Chen Pingan's hometown.
As the saying goes, clay Bodhisattvas also have fire energy.
But after all, it was not common for Chen Pingan, especially for a child as old as Pei Qian at the time, to be really angry. It was the only time in Chen Pingan's life.
Zhao Shuxia's boxing training is most like him, but in Zhao Shuxia, Chen Ping'an is more like him. He saw his best friend, Liu Xianyang. When they first met, how did Zhao Shuxia protect Luan Luan? So in a small town
, and Liu Xianyang became acquaintances, friends, and best friends in this life for so many years, how Liu Xianyang protected Chen Ping'an.
What really looks more like him, Chen Ping'an, is actually Pei Qian's cowardly look at the world secretly, Sui Jingcheng's guessing people's hearts, and now there is another boy with the Great Wall of Sword Qi, who also looks like him, not the one who is already helping in the wine shop.
Zhang Jiazhen is actually a poor young man named Jiang Qu in Coil Li Lane. In the streets over there, every time Chen Ping'an acts as a storyteller, the young man talks the least and squats at the farthest corner every time, but instead it is his thoughts.
The most, the most attentive to learning boxing, so he learned boxing the most. After a few well-timed encounters and words, the young man was a little embarrassed, but his eyes were firm. Chen Pingan single-handedly taught young Jiang Qu the sword-furnace stance of the Mountain-Shaking Fist.
pile.
Every time Jiang Qu squatted there, seemingly attentive to the storyteller's landscape stories, the boy's eyes, face, and slight words from people he knew well were all filled with a vague sense of utilitarianism.
Chen Pingan was not disgusted at all, just a little sentimental.
No one knows why Wei Bo said two or three things about A Liang in front of the Luo Shanzhu Tower.
Why did the young Chen Ping'an burst into tears, and why was he so far away from the longing in his heart? There was an unspeakable shame, regret, and helplessness deep in his heart. This was an emotion that Wei Bo had never known at the time.
Almost everyone thought that it was Chen Pingan's first outing, escorting Li Baoping and others to Sui Academy to study. It was Chen Pingan who tried his best to protect them. From the results, it seems that Chen Pingan did indeed do that.
If it cannot be better, no one else can criticize it.
But when the boy in straw sandals met A Liang for the first time, it was actually another big test in Chen Pingan's life, a silent tug-of-war in his heart.
Chen Pingan hoped that in the eyes of the man in a bamboo hat who claimed to be a swordsman, he would be the person whom Mr. Qi entrusted his hope to. Chen Pingan hoped that an unexpected appearance would ensure that he was correct. Therefore, the scene started by the riverside and parted in Hong Kong.
During the trip to Zhuzhen Station, Chen Ping'an had been trying hard to guess what A Liang was thinking, to put himself in the shoes of a great man who was born out of the world, what he likes and dislikes, and to guess about this man who claimed to be a swordsman even though he was wearing a sword.
Mr. Qi's friend, what kind of junior and young man would he like? Even if he doesn't like or look down upon, he must not make the other person feel disgusted. Therefore, Chen Pingan's words, deeds, and actions at that time were all intentional.
With so many thoughts on my mind, the little boy walked among the green mountains and green waters. Is he really in the mood to see the mountains and waters?
Even if Chen Pingan's original intention was for him to successfully escort Baoping and the others to the academy safely, that strange man leading the donkey and wearing a bamboo knife would not cause any harm to Baoping and the others, but looking back on that period of his life afterwards
, Chen Ping'an thinks about it every time, and he becomes sad and often wants to drink.
The road of life has been passed, even if it has really been passed, it is not the hometown, and there is no way to return.
I occasionally look back and see how I can stop drinking.
Today's Jiang Qu, who is cautious about the Great Wall of Sword Qi, is very similar to Chen Ping'an, who was thoughtful about the mountains and rivers back then.
Cao Qinglang moved gently, looking at some engraved seals and fans, and suddenly found that her husband was just sitting at the next table, silent and lost in thought.
Cao Qinglang didn't dare to disturb his husband's thoughts, so he took out the small carving knife that had an ancient air but still had the same sharp edge, and placed it gently on the table.
He didn't know why his husband gave this thing to him. Of course Cao Qinglang didn't think that the carving knife was made of ordinary material, so he wouldn't cherish it. On the contrary, the more "worthless" this temporary gift from his husband was, the more valuable it would be.
It's worth keeping and cherishing.
Chen Pingan stood up and said with a smile: "I was thinking about some things from the past."
Cao Qinglang has also stood up.
Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand and pressed it softly, "There will be no need for such red tape in the future. I will feel more comfortable."
Cao Qinglang smiled and nodded, but still waited until his husband sat down at the table before sitting down.
Chen Pingan held his sleeves with his hands, leaned forward, glanced at the small carving knife on the table, and said with a smile: "This carving knife was the first time I left my hometown for a long trip. I bought it in a shop in the capital of the Sui Dynasty.
Jade seal, given by the shopkeeper. Remember those bamboo slips I gave you earlier? They were all carved word by word with this small carving knife. The things themselves are not valuable, but they are quite meaningful in my life.
The same object."
Cao Qinglang stood up, took a few steps back, and saluted.
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Some meanings, just some meanings. You don't need to take it so seriously. There are many objects that are meaningful to me, most of which are worthless. But if you care so much, then I still have a lot of straw sandals.
Do you want it? I’ll give you a pair, and if you bow once, who will lose and who will gain? It seems that both parties can only lose money. If the student and the gentleman don’t make any money, then they shouldn’t do anything.”
Cao Qinglang shook his head and said with a smile: "Sir, don't forget the straw sandals, I can also knit myself, maybe even better than my master."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "When it comes to knowledge and practice, I, a half-hearted gentleman, may not be as good as you. Only when it comes to weaving straw sandals, I have traveled all over the world and rarely met an opponent."
Cao Qinglang smiled slightly.
Chen Ping'an joked: "According to the analogy of Li Tuanjing, the previous owner of Fenglei Garden, if weaving straw sandals is also a way of repairing the road, then you are just a fledgling lower five realm and don't know what the upper five realms of weaving straw sandals are.
A scenery.”
Cao Qinglang nodded and said, "That's right, sir."
Chen Ping'an was speechless. Then he thought about it, what kind of atmosphere is missing in his Luoshan Mountain now? There is no shortage of grass on the wall, and there is no shortage of sycophants in the Ascension Realm. They are all left to his founding disciple, Zhu Lian and others to go to who knows where.
So much so that even the half-disciple Guo Zhujiu was a self-taught fellow like Pei Qian, so he lacked the character of Cao Qinglang.
So Chen Pingan smiled happily. He finally accepted a good and normal student.
Cao Qinglang felt a little uncomfortable, so he reached out and picked up a bamboo fan with an inscription on the fan and engraved characters on the fan bone. The nickname of the folding fan is quite elegant, including "wind cool".
The inscriptions on the fan are naturally obvious and can be seen immediately, but what Cao Qinglang really likes is the row of small regular script on one side of the fan. It is like a hidden child who is afraid to see people and writes very small characters.
Maybe the fan buyer was a little careless, and without paying attention, he mistook it for a bamboo fan with only the name on the fan but no inscriptions. For months, years, and in this life, he will not know.
Cao Qinglang closed the folding fan, held it in the palm of his hand, stared at the line of words, raised his head and said with a smile: "No wonder Mr. likes to drink."
Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.
Carvings on bamboo.
The world is like a big dream. If you drink, you are not afraid of getting drunk. If you are not drunk, you will be the person in the dream.
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "If you like it, I will give it to you."
Cao Qinglang shook his head and said with a smile: "I won't delay Mr. making money."
Chen Ping'an casually picked up another fan, fanned the breeze, and said with a smile: "Your husband is not that kind of person."
Cao Qinglang asked: "Sir, shall we engrave Su Zhang together?"
Chen Pingan immediately put down the folding fan and said with a smile: "Okay."
Cao Qinglang held back his laughter, twirling the snow-white stone seal that caught his eye, holding a carving knife in his hand, and then hesitated a little, so he could only ask softly: "Sir, carving and writing are very different. I have never done this before.
, if it is the first time to use it and the engraving is wrong, wouldn’t it be a waste of a seal?”
Chen Ping'an's mind moved slightly. Feijian Fifteen swept out of his aperture and was held in his hand. He said with a nonchalant expression: "The material of the seal is just an ordinary thing from the Great Wall of Sword Qi. It is a kind of stone picked up randomly in the mountains and fields. It has nothing to do with money."
It's money, but if you really mind, then carve slowly. If your hand is slow and your heart is quick, you will make less mistakes. Besides, the sword cultivators on the Great Wall of Sword Qi are easy to talk to and don't pay much attention to the subtle flaws of the font itself. As long as the printed text is
Once you have some ideas, you will definitely be able to sell it.”
Chen Pingan held the "engraving knife" fifteen in one hand and the seal in the other hand. He planned to give money to Cao Qinglang and Pei each. He thought about the content of the seal and did not engrave it for a long time.
Therefore, it was Cao Qinglang who was carving a seal for the first time but had already prepared a draft. He was the first to "write". After writing the first word, Cao Qinglang took a deep breath, took a short rest, and looked up. His husband was still thinking over there.
Cao Qinglang lowered his head and continued to carve words.
There is a saying that has been in Cao Qinglang's heart for a long time after returning to Pei Qian. However, the young man does not intend to tell his husband, otherwise he will be suspected of suing and gossiping behind others' backs.
"If you don't know how bad Pei Qian was before, you won't know how good Pei Qian is now."
Regarding the reunion of Pei Qian after a long separation, even just talking about his height, why was he so different from what he imagined? In fact, at the corner of the street in his hometown in Fudi, I was surprised to see the already graceful young man holding an umbrella.
Later, when they met again, Cao Qinglang became even more confused.
It wasn't until he followed Pei Qian to the Xinxiang Temple that Cao Qinglang was able to understand a little bit. Later, when he arrived at Luolu Mountain, his doubts gradually diminished and he began to gradually adapt to Pei Qian's changes and changes. As for now, although he still has not fully figured out the reasons.
, at least Cao Qinglang will no longer mistakenly think that Pei Qian has been possessed by a cultivator, or that part of his soul has been replaced, as he did at the beginning. Otherwise, why would Pei Qian's temperament change so drastically?
It's like going from one extreme to another.
The young man was attentive and thoughtful. In fact, even after traveling far away from Luolu Mountain, he still had some worries.
Then there was the lecture between the master and his disciple on top of the city.
This made the young man completely relieved.
But at this moment, Cao Qinglang suddenly felt guilty and said that he was not complaining. It seemed that he had just complained behind Pei Qian's back.
Cao Qinglang held her breath and concentrated again and continued carving.
Unknowingly, the orphan in the back alley back then has become a young man in scholarly clothes.
Cao Qinglang planned to give this seal to his husband.
Chen Ping'an still didn't think about what to engrave, so he had to put down the plain seal in his hand, put away the Flying Sword Fifteen and returned to Qi Mansion, and turned to pick up a pen to write on the fan.
Cao Qinglang raised his head and looked at Chen Pingan, and did not look away for a long time.
Chen Ping'an didn't look up, but he noticed something strange about the young man, and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Engraved it wrong? Then change a seal and start over again. It's just that the wrong seal was engraved before. If you are willing, just put it away. Don't
lost."
"I never made a mistake."
Cao Qinglang shook his head, remained silent for a long time, and murmured: "I am very lucky to meet Mr."
Chen Pingan laughed dumbly and still did not raise his head. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said: "Sir, he is also very happy to meet the students."
Cao Qinglang continued to concentrate on carving.
After Chen Pingan finished writing on the fan, he turned around and asked, "What words were engraved?"
Cao Qinglang quickly raised a hand to cover the seal, "It's not finished yet, sir, you will know later."
Chen Ping'an smiled. This student was different from the founding disciple who was definitely busy trying to impress people at the moment.
Cao Qinglang sits upright, with a focused expression, meticulous carving, calm mind and steady hands.
Use the carving knife given by your husband to write the seal script. Next time you leave, I will give you this seal in your hand.
Cao Qinglang hadn't finished carving yet. He closed his eyes in the middle, and a beautiful picture that he had imagined for a long time appeared in his mind. What he thought in his heart was what was written on his hand.
"Sir, sit alone and turn the book in the spring breeze."