As soon as the troublemaker left, there was no more happy couple to see, and the crowd at Yang's shop quickly dispersed.
Zheng Dafeng shrunk and ran to the main eaves, squatting in the distance, not daring to get too close to Old Man Yang.
Both were apprentices, but he and Li Er were treated very differently in front of this master.
Zheng Dafeng also complained that his master was partial, but there were some things that he just couldn't accept his fate.
Zheng Dafeng asked timidly: "Master, Qi Jingchun is determined not to follow the rules. Where will we go then?"
The old man said nothing and smoked a dry cigarette. A black cat came from nowhere and squatted not far from the old man's feet, shaking its fur and splashing a lot of rainwater.
Zheng Dafeng said worriedly: "The guy from Zhenwu Mountain actually asked the gods to come down the mountain. Will there be trouble? After all, there are countless people watching here."
The old man still didn't speak.
Being used to his master's reticence, Zheng Dafeng didn't feel embarrassed. He was thinking wildly and thought of Qi Jingchun again, and cursed: "Damn it, Qi Jingchun has been your grandson for fifty-nine years, and you still have less than a few days left? Scholars will die.
My brain is incomprehensible!"
The old man finally spoke: "If you don't study, you are stupid."
Zheng Dafeng was not ashamed and turned around and said flatteringly: "Master, would you like to give your old man a shoulder rub and a leg tap?"
The old man said calmly: "I don't have a coffin book, so just give up on this idea."
Zheng Dafeng blushed and said: "Master, what you said hurt people's hearts. As a disciple, I am not very capable, but I am very filial. How can I care about that? I am not Li Er's wife."
The old man hummed and said, "You are worse than her."
Zheng Dafeng's entire face was darkened, his head was drooped, like an eggplant beaten by frost, without any energy at all.
However, his face suddenly filled with surprise, and he realized that although what the master said today was still unpleasant to listen to, at least he said so much, it was rare, and when he returned to the east room, he could drink a pot of wine to celebrate.
Zheng Dafeng was in a happy mood and asked casually: "Senior brother, can you stop that guy?"
This time, before the old man could stab him with words, Zheng Dafeng slapped himself in the face, "Senior Brother, it will only work if you can't stop him. If you really stop him, you will really have to drink the northwest wind in the future."
The old man asked inexplicably: "Zheng Dafeng, do you know why you have no future?"
Zheng Dafeng was stunned on the spot.
I thought to myself that Master’s question contained a lot of mystery, and I had to deal with it carefully and think about it carefully.
Unexpectedly, the old man had already given his own answer, "People are ugly."
Zheng Dafeng held his head with both hands and looked at the rain splashing in the yard. Such a big man wanted to cry but had no tears.
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The office manager knew that he was not suitable to stay any longer without having to pay much attention to his actions, so he just found an excuse to leave the house.
Chen Songfeng continued to immerse himself in checking the files, but compared to Chen Dui's trepidation when he was present, he finally regained a bit of the free and easy demeanor of a son of aristocratic family. However, the more this happened, the more Liu Baqiao who watched from the side felt more stuffy and aggrieved.
It's one thing to be honest and forthright, but it's another thing to speak freely. Liu Baqiao then thought about going for a walk, out of sight and out of mind.
Chen Songfeng suddenly raised his head and smiled: "Baqiao, finally you can't sit still anymore?"
Liu Baqiao just raised his buttocks from the chair. After hearing this, he sat back down and said with an angry smile: "Hey, you are still in the mood to tease me. You are a big-hearted guy."
Chen Songfeng put down an old book in his hand and said bitterly: "I've made you laugh. You just defended me. It's not that I'm ungrateful, it's just..."
Liu Baqiao couldn't stand other people's misery and sensationalism, so he quickly waved his hands and said: "No, no, no, I just don't like the bullying of your distant relatives. I said a few words to her because I can't control my mouth. You, Chen Songfeng, don't do it." Be grateful."
Chen Songfeng leaned back, leaned gently on the back of the chair, and breathed out gently.
If this was in the Chen family's house in Longwei County, if the elders found out about this lazy sitting posture, the children, regardless of the legitimate concubine, would all be punished, and the adults would be punished.
Scholars from wealthy families are often ridiculed by warriors as sanctimonious and pretentious.
But rules are rules. From the moment you are born in your mother's womb, you will walk on the established path. Children of noble families, big and small, without exception, have been influenced by it since childhood.
Of course, there is also Nanjian State, which is rich in famous talkers and absurd madmen. It is famous for its words and deeds that do not adhere to etiquette.
Liu Baqiao asked: "What is your relationship with Chen Dui? Why are you so afraid of her? If it involves family secrets, just pretend I didn't ask."
Chen Songfeng stood up, closed the door, sat on the steward's chair, and asked softly: "The young man surnamed Liu's title as a porcelain buyer, after many twists and turns, finally passed into the hands of my family, Chen, from Longwei County. Aren't you curious? Why?"
Liu Baqiao nodded.
I am afraid that even a mountain-moving ape would never have imagined that the competitor who took advantage of the Sword Classic was not his sworn enemy Feng Leiyuan, but the Chen family of Longwei County who suddenly emerged.
Chen Songfeng looked tired. He must have been depressed for a long time along the way. Those who think too much must be tired. Finally, he couldn't help but find someone to vent his bitterness. In addition, he deeply believed in Liu Baqiao's character and temperament, so he said slowly: "Although We, the Chen family, have a closer relationship with your Fenglei Garden, but the descendants of the Chen family have adhered to the ancestral precepts and have not interfered with the grievances between the mountains and the people below. They have been adhering to it for so many years. Could it be that a sword scripture that is very useless to the children of the Chen family can allow us to do it for them? Is this an exception? The Chen family comes from a scholarly family, not a practicing family, so what’s the point of wading into this muddy water?”
Liu Baqiao followed this train of thought and thought for a while, "Is it Chen Dui's family who wants to take possession of this sword scripture? Is it possible that her family belongs to a wealthy family of swordsmen who have never been born before?"
Chen Songfeng shook his head and said: "That's not the case. You also mentioned to Manager Xue earlier that the Chen family in the town is divided into two branches. The Chen family was the first to move out. They left so thoroughly that they even left Dongbaopingzhou. , went directly to other continents. After generations of reproduction and development, Chen Dui's family is now known as the "master of all buildings in the world". Of course, these news have never been heard in Dongbaopingzhou. Rumor has it that our Chen family in Longwei County only knew the inside story because we had some connection with them."
Liu Baqiao sneered: "Is that girl bragging about not drafting, or is she bullying me, Liu Baqiao, for being ignorant? Can her family have a Gongde Workshop?"
Chen Songfeng stretched out two fingers.
Liu Baqiao rolled his eyes and said, "Listen clearly, I'm talking about Gongde Fang, not Gongming Fang!"
Chen Songfeng did not put away his fingers.
Liu Baqiao was a little frustrated and continued to ask unconvinced: "Then Xuegong Academy Square, can her family have one?!"
What Liu Baqiao calls Xuegong Academy Square is naturally the orthodox Confucian Three Academy and Seventy-two Academy, and is by no means an ordinary academy of a secular dynasty.
The huge East Aquarius Island is no bigger than the two academies on the cliff and Guanhu Lake.
Chen Songfeng slowly put away one finger, but there was still one left.
Liu Baqiao pretended to get up, put his hands on the handles of the chair, and pretended to be panicked: "I'm going to apologize to that aunt. I'm a good boy. With such an unreasonable life experience, let alone Chen Songfeng."
This book will allow you to be a cow or a horse without any problem."
Chen Songfeng smiled and said nothing.
This is probably Liu Baqiao's unique charm, he is able to explain an embarrassing and embarrassing matter in a way that makes the person involved not angry at all.
Liu Baqiao twisted his butt, crossed his arms across his chest, and said calmly: "Okay, now that you know the scary origins of that grandma, let's get on with the topic."
Chen Songfeng smiled and said: "Actually, Manager Xue also said the answer."
Liu Baqiao suddenly had an idea, "The ancestor of the young man named Liu is the tombkeeper of Chen Dui's branch of the Chen family who stayed in the town?"
Chen Songfeng nodded and said, "You can teach me."
Liu Baqiao exclaimed, "That's not right. Didn't the sword scripture passed down by the young man named Liu come from the traitor in Zhengyang Mountain? Of course, he is also one of the ancestors of our Fenglei Garden. In any case, the time is right, right?
How can I become the gravekeeper of the Chen Dui family?"
Chen Songfeng explained: "I can confirm that the Liu family was the gravekeeper of the Chen Dui family at first. As for the sword cultivator who later hid in your Fenglei Garden, why did he finally come to the small town and become the Liu family?
There must be some hidden secrets about the Sword Scripture. So in the end, the family heirloom became two things, the Sword Scripture and the Ware Armor. As for Chen Dui, she didn’t actually care about the treasure, she just came to worship her ancestors. Apart from this, if the Liu family
There are also descendants, no matter what their qualifications are, she will bring them back to the family and work hard to cultivate them, which can be regarded as repaying the ancestors of the Liu family for their service in guarding the tomb."
Liu Baqiao looked puzzled, "For such a big family, let a young woman come to worship the ancestors? And then she was almost beaten to death by the big Li clan king? Chen Songfeng, I have studied a lot, although
Most of them are some rosy books about gods fighting in bed, but I did learn a lot about human nature and sophistication from them, so I think that girl must be a fake!"
Chen Songfeng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Then you haven't seen how... polite my grandfather was after seeing her."
It was a taboo for the Venerable, so Chen Songfeng really couldn't tell the truth, so he could only vaguely describe it with the word "pleasant".
The family opened the door for her, the head of the family bowed to her to the end, the whole family treated her as an honored guest, and let her sit on the throne of honor at the reception banquet.
One can imagine the great impact of all this on Chen Songfeng.
Liu Baqiao asked doubtfully: "Didn't that boy named Liu almost get punched to death by that old ape?"
Chen Songfeng sighed, "You said it yourself, it was almost."
Chen Songfeng got up and went to the window. There was a light drizzle outside the window, but looking at the sky, it looked like it was about to rain heavily.
Chen Songfeng said softly: "That Master Ruan seems to be an old acquaintance of an elder who is opposite Chen. We once traveled the world together and are sworn friends."
Liu Baqiao asked tentatively: "Are you saying that Ruan Qiong can succeed Qi Jingchun and sit here because Chen has contributed to the family?"
Chen Songfeng said calmly: "I didn't say anything."
Liu Baqiao clicked his tongue in surprise.
No wonder this girl could be so tough when facing Song Changjing.
With the family's power far away and the saint's protection right in front of her, could she not be arrogant?
Liu Baqiao suddenly asked: "Tell me about the people who see the natal porcelain and the people who buy the porcelain. I have always been interested in it. It's a pity that we don't do this in Fengleiyuan. It wasn't until this time that the master forced me to be a young man."
I have heard roughly that there are several famous people on the top of the mountain in East Aquarius Island today, and they were the first to come out of this small town?"
Chen Songfeng hesitated for a moment, but chose to tell everything he knew, and revealed the secret: "It's similar to gambling in the world. Every year, about thirty babies are born in the town. The entrances of the thirty dragon kilns are chosen in order according to the top seats.
A child serves as the 'porcelain' of his own dragon kiln. For example, if thirty-two children are born in the town this year, then the top two dragon kilns will have two porcelains. If next year there are only twenty-nine
With a newborn baby, the dragon kiln ranked at the bottom means that it can only be confiscated for a whole year."
"So everyone born and raised in the town has his or her own natal porcelain. Cao Xi and Xie Shi, who are now the most popular in the continent, are a Taoist true king who is expected to become a heavenly king, and a wild swordsman with infinite killing power.
Immortal is no exception. Although the fish pond in this small town is extremely easy to produce dragons compared to other places, the cost of transforming into a dragon is huge. Once these 'porcelain' successfully enter the middle five realms, they will not enter the fifth realm during their lifetime.
, is doomed to have no afterlife, and his soul will be scattered, and everything will come to an end in the next life. I am afraid that even Taoist Buddha will not be able to do anything about it. During this period, the porcelain buyer will seize the fatal advantage, and life and death will be controlled by others. No matter how you are, Cao
It’s the same for people like Xi Xie Shi.”
"Having said that, when one becomes a powerful figure like Cao Xi Xie Shi, people who buy porcelain will want to enshrine them as their ancestors. How dare they claim to be the owner of porcelain. After all, it is a matter of mutual benefit. Any family can own Cao Xi Xie
With this kind of combat power, I can sleep soundly. The reason is very simple. I may not be able to ask their help for small things in daily life, but when it comes to the survival of the family, they will definitely come to help. They are not willing to fight for my family. Okay,
Then I will smash your natal porcelain, and we will all perish together."
Liu Baqiao was amazed when he heard this. No wonder the Great Li Dynasty had risen rapidly in just two or three hundred years, and had formed a grand momentum of annexing the northern territory of Yizhou. Liu Songfeng was fascinated by what he heard, and simply sat cross-legged on the chair and held his palms with his hands.
Rubbing his chin, he asked:
"I know that the age of six for girls and nine for boys in small towns is a big threshold. It is the same as our spiritual practice. At that time, we can know the level of future spiritual achievements. If at that time, people who bought porcelain came to the town to bring them
Children who are expected to take a high road, but what about those worthless porcelain? Those small town children who lost their bets, what should the major dragon kilns do with their worthless porcelain? "
Chen Songfeng said softly: "It will be taken out of the dragon kiln, smashed and discarded on the spot. There is a porcelain mountain outside the town, which is where it comes from."
Liu Baqiao felt slightly unhappy and asked: "What will happen to those children?"
Chen Songfeng shook his head and said: "I've never heard of it, so I guess it won't be much better."
Liu Baqiao sighed, raised his hand and rubbed his cheek hard.
This secret matter, whose rules have been determined by saints from all walks of life, is definitely not something that his little Feng Leiyuan sword cultivator can dictate.
But young people just feel a little unhappy.
There was a long silence, and finally Liu Baqiao said softly: "So, everyone who walks out from here is a pawn across the river."
Chen Songfeng then said: "Who is not on the path of spiritual practice?"
Liu Baqiao felt sad and nodded: "Yes."
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The door of the house opened with a creak, and the boy in straw sandals with a pale face tiptoed across the threshold, turned around and gently closed the wooden door.
I also imitated Old Man Yang and moved a small bench and sat on the steps. The raindrops were as heavy as soybeans and the sky was as dark as late at night. But for some reason, in such a heavy rainstorm, not many raindrops hit the eaves. The old man sat there for a long time.
, there was just a little moisture on his clothes, Chen Ping'an crossed his fingers and looked quietly at the small pond formed by the accumulated water in the yard.
The old man was smoking a dry cigarette, and large clouds of smoke filled the surrounding area. It was just the smoke under the eaves and the rain outside the eaves, and the water from the well invaded the river.
It seems that there is an invisible line between heaven and earth.
The biggest reason why the old man doesn't hate this child is that no matter what the situation is, the child will not yell randomly or disturb him. If he can't talk in a way that is annoying, he will never speak.
This child is very similar to his apprentice Li Er.
Zheng Dafeng is too far behind.
Chen Pingan said softly: "Grandpa Yang, thank you for all these years."
The old man frowned and said: "Thank me? If I remember correctly, I have never helped you in vain. When did I lack payment?"
Chen Pingan smiled.
Just like when Old Man Yang promised to go to the mountains to collect herbs for Yang's shop and then buy them at low prices, many herbs in the pharmacy were also sold to Chen Pingan at low prices. It seemed fair, but Chen Pingan knew it well. This is the most practical way.
Really helpful.
Furthermore, how much is a homemade bamboo smoking pole worth?
But Chen Ping'an's ability to persevere for so many years and remain disease-free year-round is largely due to the breathing method that Old Man Yang taught him back then.
The old man raised his head, looked at the sky, and said with a smile: "When others give a small favor, they want to be treated as a Bodhisattva who saves the suffering. Especially when a big man picks out a little bit of dregs from his teeth, he will be extra grateful, and even he can be touched by his own innocent heart.
I was moved and felt that I was repaying my kindness, so I was a loyal minister and a proud disciple of someone. I was euphemistically called a scholar who dies for his confidant. A bunch of bastards who have forgotten their roots and should not have been born in their mothers' wombs in the first place.
climb out……"
Chen Pingan scratched his head, a little uneasy, wondering if Old Man Yang was talking about himself.
After the old man looked away, he said indifferently: "I'm not talking about you."
Chen Pingan suddenly saw a familiar figure and was a little dazed.
There is a cloister eaves at the back door of the main hall. A middle-aged Confucian scholar with frost-white temples came holding an umbrella. He held an umbrella in one hand and a bench in the other. After passing through the side door, he placed the bench in the corridor. After sitting down, he put the oil paper on
The umbrella was leaning against the stool, then he patted his knees with both hands, sat upright, and finally looked at the old man and young man under the eaves of the backyard with a smile, and said warmly: "Qi Jingchun of Shanya Academy, meet Mr. Yang."
The boots on the Confucian scholar's feet were soaked by rain and stained with mud, as was the hem of his robe.
The old man had a leisurely attitude and pointed the cigarette pole at the saint from this place, "The first day you came here, I knew you were an unsuccessful person. But after so many years together, I haven't heard a word of complaint from you. It's strange. Qi Jingchun
You don’t look like someone who takes matters into his own hands, so this time you lost your mind and went crazy, and I’m probably a little confused outside, but I’m not surprised at all.”
Qi Jingchun reached out and patted her belly, and said with a smile: "I have complaints, my stomach is full of them, but I just didn't say them out."
Old Man Yang thought for a while, "I don't know what you are capable of, but your husband, just because he dares to say those four words, is enough in my eyes."
The old man gave his thumbs up.
Qi Jingchun smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, you are actually more knowledgeable."
The old man sneered and said: "I am not a scholar. Even if your husband's knowledge is greater than that of the Holy Master, I will not say a word good about him."
Qi Jingchun asked seriously: "Mr. Yang, do you think our husband's four words are the right ones?"
The old man laughed and said: "I don't think it's right. It's just that all the people in the world believed in the previous four words, which made me upset. So when someone comes out to sing the opposite, I feel relieved, that's all. You scholars fight for your own success.
I swept the floor gracefully and there were chicken feathers all over the floor, I was very happy!"
Qi Jingchun burst out laughing.
Just as Qi Jingchun was about to speak, the old man, who already understood, waved his hand and said: "Don't say polite words, I don't like to hear them. We are not the same people. This has been the case for generations. Don't break the rules. Besides, you Qi Jingchun are just like a street rat now."
Everyone shouts about beating me, but I don’t dare to be friends with you.”
Qi Jingchun nodded, stood up and waved to Chen Pingan: "Using the snake gallstone you sent, I carved two private seals, one in official script and one in seal script, for you."
Chen Pingan ran through the pond-like yard in the rain, stood in front of Qi Jingchun, and took a white cloth bag.
Qi Jingchun smiled and said: "Remember to keep it. When you see your favorite calligraphy and paintings, such as some pictures of mountains and rivers that you think are good, you can take out the seal and press it up."
Chen Pingan nodded drowsily: "Okay."
Old Man Yang glanced at the bag in the young man's hand and asked, "Where is the word spring?"
Qi Jingchun smiled and said: "I carved a seal earlier and gave it to the Zhao family as a child."
The old man smiled and said: "Are you Qi Jingchun a good boy?"
Qi Jingchun didn't take the old man's teasing seriously and said goodbye.
Seeing the boy stuck in place like a piece of wood, Old Man Yang laughed angrily and said, "You just took someone else's stuff for free, and you just want to jump home and get under the quilt to have some fun? Don't you know how to give one to Mr. Qi?"
The young man hurriedly ran to the back door of the main hall. The old man laughed and scolded: "Bring an umbrella! Can your body withstand the wind and rain now?"
Chen Ping'an borrowed an umbrella from the store clerk and walked on the street with Mr. Qi.
The old man was always sitting under the eaves smoking a dry cigarette, filled with smoke.
Thinking of the two private seals, although they were still in the bag, Old Man Yang could sense the clues, so he asked about the word "春".
Within a small area, it is spectacular.
Not long after, the boy in straw sandals returned to the yard, and Old Man Yang asked: "What did you say in the end?"
Chen Pingan sighed and sat back on the small bench, "Mr. Qi said something, saying that a gentleman can be bullied."
Old Man Yang said dullly: "Those old men standing in the Confucian Temple must have lost their minds. It is obvious that someone is targeting Shanya Academy and Qi Jingchun, but they have been standing by and watching. Do they really think that they are dead clay and wood carvings?"
Chen Ping'an didn't hear clearly and asked: "Grandpa Yang, what did you say?"
The old man remained silent.
A good person should not be a sage but be a gentleman.