Looking at the smiling young man, Chen Ping'an felt nervous and his body tensed up completely involuntarily.
When he was fighting to the death with Cai Jinjian and Fu Nanhua, the closer Chen Pingan got to them, the more calm he became. Even if he later got entangled with the Zhengyang Mountain Moving Monkey and was hunted down, Chen Pingan probably had a death wish from the beginning.
Although he would be frightened when he thought about it afterwards, during the fight, no matter how his life was hanging by a thread, Chen Pingan was not nervous. Of course, he might not have cared about it at all.
The only tense moment that I remember deeply was the close match with Ma Kuxuan, his peer from Xinghua Lane, in the Shenxian Cemetery. Chen Pingan's palms were actually full of sweat at that time.
Chen Ping'an's sharp intuition was almost instinctive, and Cui Zhang didn't seem to be surprised at all.
Since Cui Chang dared to provoke the unpredictable old man Yang in Lao Ci Mountain, it was certainly not a pretentious trick, otherwise it would not have made Ruan Qiong, a military sage who had risen to the eleventh floor, fearful.
He deliberately turned a blind eye to the straw-shoe boy's unconcealable nervousness, shifted his gaze, and faced the great scholar's palace that had a great story to do with the capital of Great Li. He stretched out a finger, his expression still warm and attentive, and explained: "
Confucianism is about doing your duty, Taoism is about speaking naturally, Buddhism is about not asking outsiders, and military strategists are about bullfighting. The four plaques and twelve characters contain the majestic and abundant divine will of the person who wrote it, as well as the rules that were originally established here.
There are four saints from the three religions and one family. They deliberately left part of their spirit here. Did you see the objects in the hands of the minister? They were specially used to rub the stele. The purpose was to add a layer of spirit in those words.
After peeling off the layers, the first rubbing of the stele must be the most similar to the 'authentic work', similar in shape and spirit. As time goes by, it will become farther and farther away from the original appearance of the original work, and of course its value will become smaller and smaller. I think other than Mo Xiang
Just four words can barely hold up six times, and the other three plaques may not be able to hold up four times, especially the angry bullfighting of the military strategist. It seems that two of the words died not long ago, so it can be finished after two times."
Chen Ping'an was a little shocked. It turned out that there were so many ways here. It was not just about arranging words in books, writing Spring Festival couplets and hanging them on the wall, or engraving the names of deceased people on tombstones.
Chen Ping'an recalled for no reason the words on the seal presented by Mr. Qi, as well as the prescription given by young Taoist Master Lu.
Cui Chan continued: "The papers used as rubbings for the stele are extremely valuable. Each piece is as thick as a piece of wood. It is a unique treasure of the Zhen Gao Sect of Taoism in other continents. It is called Fenglei Jian. When writing, the tip of the pen rubs against the paper.
With the sound of gusts of wind and thunder, our Emperor does not have much in his treasury. He is reluctant to use it at ordinary times. He occasionally takes it out to reward meritorious ministers, or at the end of the year, it is given to a certain yamen in the six ministries, so this time the Ministry of Rites is determined to get those words.
Our Mr. Wu, who has a great future, is too preoccupied and wants to grasp every aspect. He will probably run into obstacles everywhere in the future in this small town. The exterminating prefects and Pojia county magistrates elsewhere will be treated very well when they come to him.
It’s not easy.”
Chen Ping'an is like listening to heavenly scriptures.
Although the boy next to him had a loud tone, Chen Pingan didn't think he was talking nonsense.
The young man with a hint of cinnabar on his eyebrows said that he was not an official of Da Li, so he was not lying. However, when he appeared in the blacksmith shop, he followed the supervisor Wu Yuan. Ruan Xiu said that he might be the boy who accompanied Mr. Wu. The so-called book boy,
It was the guy who was carrying a bookcase next to his son when he was on a study tour. But Chen Ping'an could now be sure that the handsome young man in front of him, who claimed to be nicknamed Xiuhu, was definitely not simple. Whether he was knowledgeable in conversation or elegant in manner, he was definitely not a simple man.
Compared to Chen Songfeng, the eldest grandson of Longwei County, and Fu Nanhua, the young master of Old Dragon City, they are not bad.
In Chen Pingan's impression, among all the people he knew, a handful of them were very special. For example, Old Yao, the head of the kiln, was taciturn all year round. When he spoke, he was mostly cursing. But every time Old Yao entered the mountain, his whole spirit was...
Qi is particularly good, giving people the illusion of being stronger than a young and strong man. Another example is the old man Yang from Yang's Pharmacy. He is very fair. No matter how bad his relationship with you is, he will not do anything to you, but no matter how close he is to you, he is very fair.
Okay, I won’t deliberately give you anything more. There is also Miss Ning Yaoning, whom I have just met, who also has a heroic spirit. And Ma Kuxuan of Xinghuaxiang shows his true face, full of vigor and violence.
gas.
The same is true for Cui Chan, nicknamed Xiuhu.
As if they were higher than Fu Nanhua, Cai Jinjian and other immortal disciples, Chen Ping'an even felt that Cui Han's eyes and face were so careless even when Zhenjun Jiejiang was in front of him.
Of course, only Liu Baqiao from Fengleiyuan can rival the young man's talkativeness.
The young man suddenly smiled and asked: "Chen Ping'an, can you take me to the yard of Song Jixin's house?"
Chen Ping'an's heartstrings tightened, and he asked seemingly casually: "But the archway hasn't dispersed yet?"
When the young man smiled and narrowed his eyes, he looked like a handsome fox fairy who was harmless to humans and animals. "I know you are worried about my evil intentions. Let me tell you the truth. I am very familiar with Song Jixin's younger brother. He is very curious about where his brother is."
I have been entrusted to see with my own eyes how people have been living in this small town for more than ten years, so that I can tell him about it when I return to the capital."
Chen Pingan asked: "Since he and Song Jixin are brothers, can't he ask it himself?"
The young man snapped his fingers and praised: "Chen Pingan, you are very smart, you found the loophole so quickly."
Chen Ping'an couldn't keep up with this guy's thinking.
The young man rubbed his brows and said helplessly: "He and his brother Song Jixin, who had never met before, had a bad relationship with each other because of their parents. The dirty things in the wealthy family are just like the clay bottle.
There are just as many trivial things as there are in Xinghua Lane, so you have to be considerate."
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "If I don't agree, will you cause trouble for me?"
The young man looked confused, then pointed at his nose and said aggrievedly: "I look like a very vicious person? Look at me, open your eyes and take a closer look. Do I look like the kind of person who will kill his whole family if he doesn't agree with me?"
"
Chen Pingan answered honestly: "It doesn't look like it."
The young man gasped, "Why don't you sound like you don't want to say anything nice?"
He crossed his arms across his chest and snorted coldly: "If you don't want to take me there, then I'll ask for directions myself."
Chen Pingan asked: "You don't have a key and you can't even enter the yard. What did you go to see?"
The young man had an expression on his face that said, "You, Chen Pingan, are too young." He smiled and said nothing.
Chen Pingan is very familiar with this kind of smile, Liu Xianyang and Gu Can often have it.
Chen Ping'an sighed, "Then I'll take you to Mud Bottle Lane. You don't have to climb over the wall to enter the courtyard. I can only take you to the door."
The young man slapped Chen Ping'an hard on the shoulder, "What were you doing earlier?!"
The young man turned around and strode away, away from the crowded archway building.
He suddenly stopped and turned around to see Chen Pingan, carrying a basket on his back, walking on the street in the opposite direction.
Some embarrassed teenagers quickly trotted to follow.
After entering the Mud Bottle Alley, the young man looked around and said: "So this is the legendary Mud Bottle Alley. Hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It produces talents. It produces talents. In the next hundred years, excluding Xinghua Lane, Fulu Street and Taoye Street will probably
All the lanes put together can’t compare to this place.”
The young man spoke these godly words, but they didn't feel out of place at all.
Along the way, the boy would jump a few times from time to time and look at the scenery of the yard behind some low walls.
Chen Pingan took him to the gate of Songjixinyuan, "This is it."
The young man stood in the alley and soon saw the Spring Festival couplets written by Song Jixin himself. His eyes lit up and he sighed: "This is the house where Song Jixin and the maid Zhigui live? Well, the handwriting is really good.
His younger brother is much more enlightened. The more I watch it, the more I like it."
As he spoke, the young man stepped forward, stood on tiptoes, and began to tear off the Spring Festival couplets.
Chen Pingan was anxious and quickly stopped the young man, "What are you going to do?"
The young man had an innocent look on his face, "Song Jixin will never come back here in this life. If I keep these Spring Festival couplets to be exposed to the wind and sun, and gradually disappear, I might as well keep them and take them to the capital."
Chen Pingan insisted on his opinion, shook his head and said: "No, before you change the Spring Festival couplets at the end of the year, you cannot tear off the Spring Festival couplets, otherwise it will bring bad luck to the family."
The young man snorted and said disappointedly: "A small town still has such specialties."
Chen Pingan asked: "Would you like to sit in my yard?"
The young man waved his hand, "Forget it, it's such a big place, I probably can't even drink a cup of tea, so I walked away. By the way, this alley is not Sleepy Hollow, right? If you keep walking forward like this, you can get out.
?”
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "You can go out."
The young man strode away without forgetting to turn his back to Chen Pingan and raised his hand and shook it.
Chen Pingan watched the strange boy leave, and then returned to his yard. Seeing that the locust branches at the foot of the wall were still there, he put down the basket and took a bench out of the house to sit down.
Chen Ping'an stood up suddenly and ran quickly into the Mud Bottle Alley. As expected, a sneaky guy ran very fast.
Chen Pingan came to the door of Song Jixin's house and saw that the Spring Festival couplets had been stolen.
Chen Pingan stood there, looking at the bare walls on both sides of the courtyard gate. He was speechless and said with a wry smile: "Who is this person? He is so unkind."
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Chen Ping'an sighed and walked back to his yard, only to find that Old Yang was sitting on the bench at some point, blowing out smoke.
The old man said slowly: "You are young and sighing for nothing. The little energy you have saved up has to be leaked out. This is especially true for those who practice boxing."
Chen Pingan was horrified and said in a deep voice: "I remember."
The old man asked: "Why did the little girl named Ning leave suddenly? I lost a bag of Spring Festival money."
Chen Pingan squatted beside the old man, shook his head and said, "I don't know either. I just know that Miss Ning has something to do with a place called Daixuan Mountain."
Old Man Yang nodded and said with a smile: "Upside Down Mountain, a shabby place where birds can't poop, is the junction of two places. In order to prevent the two sides from wandering around randomly, a great leader, one of the three disciples of Daozu, used the Qiankun Reversal.
The magical power is used to intimidate foreigners. In the final analysis, Hanging Mountain is actually the most famous mountain seal in the world, and its methods are very domineering."
There was both sarcasm and sadness in the old man's words, and of course Chen Pingan didn't know the reason.
Old Man Yang asked: "Are you planning to buy Shantou?"
Chen Ping'an never acted carelessly in front of this old man, and answered honestly: "I plan to buy five mountains, Baolu Mountain, Caiyun Peak and Xiancao Mountain. Near Master Ruan's three mountains, there are also two mountains, Luolu Mountain and Zhenzhu Mountain...
…”
The old man interrupted the young man's words and frowned: "Why did you buy Luo Po Mountain? Who gave you the hint? Ruan Qiong? It shouldn't be. He obviously doesn't want to get too involved with you."
The old man hesitated for a moment, blew out a smoke ring, and nodded, "Apart from Piyun Mountain and Xiangshan Mountain, this Luolu Mountain is the most interesting, but so far, I'm afraid even the Great Liqin Tianjian Earth Master can't see it.
, so the price tag won’t be too high, and you’re getting a huge advantage.”
The old man's eyes were sharp, and his tone was subtly aggravated, "You haven't said why you bought it yet!"
Chen Ping'an said awkwardly: "When I was looking at the map, a lump of bird droppings fell from my head, and it happened to land on the word Luolu Mountain. In the past, Old Man Yao always said that there are invisible gods between the mountains and rivers. I think it is quite fate, and
At that time, I really didn’t know which hill to buy, so I decided to buy it randomly.”
After hearing "Old Man Yao", the old man's eyes behind the white smoke were a little complicated, and he nodded, "If that's the case, it makes sense."
Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "Master Ruan has agreed to help me buy those five mountains, so do I make a profit from the purchase?"
Old Man Yang hummed and said softly: "I've earned it."
The old man was a little confused. Is it really because of the absence of Lizhu Cave Heaven's rules and regulations that Chen Ping'an's luck has improved?
Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered something, "The boy with the mole between his eyebrows said his surname was Cui and his nickname was Xiuhu. He also said that I could call him uncle."
Old Man Yang said nothing.
Sure enough.
Although he has no official status, Cui Chan, the Grand Master of the Great Li Dynasty, is the nominal leader of all the Qi practitioners in the Great Li Dynasty. It is said that he is also one of the few national Go players in Dongbaopingzhou.
But where to start talking about the master uncle?
The old man stood up and reminded: "Keep the four-square seal that Mr. Qi gave you, especially the one with the word Jing, and hide it carefully. Whether it is Cui Han or anyone you meet later, you
There’s no need to be afraid, and of course don’t provoke easily. Just remember one thing, after you successfully buy five hills, you should stay quiet and not move, even if you do it with your tail between your legs, you won’t go wrong.”
Chen Pingan thought about it carefully, nodded vigorously and said, "I'll remember it!"