Chunshan Academy, like Linlu Academy in Piyun Mountain, was a government-run academy of the Great Li Dynasty.
The mountains are winding, the wind and smoke are clear, the rivers are surging, and the grass is luxuriant.
An old gentleman was walking alone in the academy. He was wearing a Confucian shirt and had a thin figure. He put his hands behind his back and walked outside a classroom where the master was teaching. He stopped and did not get too close to the window.
The predecessor of this place was the former site of Dali Mountain Cliff Academy. Just because the word "Ya Ya" was given to the Gao family in the Sui Dynasty, it was renamed and became Chunshan Academy.
It is still a government-run academy of the Dali court. In fact, regarding this matter, the Dali Temple was not without controversy. Some officials from the Cliff Academy, including the six ministries and yamen, all agreed that it should be abandoned and maintained properly, even if it was
Officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs who like to be the most prudent and get spit on every day all seconded this matter. In fact, at that time, both civil and military officials in Da Li felt that it was only a matter of time before Shanya Academy returned to Da Li.
In the end, the name was changed due to the words of the national preceptor Cui Chan, and there was no objection from the court.
A young teacher who was temporarily not required to teach and was responsible for patrolling the academy saw the old gentleman and asked with a smile: "Sir, are you here to visit the academy, or are you just traveling?"
No matter how relaxed the academy is, there are still some rules.
The old scholar stroked his beard and smiled and said: "We are all travelers on the journey of life. Passers-by do not need to ask their names. The sound of reading is my hometown."
The young master laughed dumbly. Was he having sex with himself?
The old scholar said something strange.
It stands to reason that now the large and small Confucian temples in various countries in Aquarius, from the capital to the localities, should hang up their own portraits again. The young man in front of me, as a Confucian scholar in the academy, has no reason to not recognize him.
By the way, it was probably the hanging portrait in the Confucian Temple that failed to depict half of my appearance and charm.
I turned around and had a good talk with the old drunkard who held the title of Saint of Painting. Even if your painting skills are already superb, there is still a chance to make further progress.
The young master from the academy smiled and reminded: "Old sir, it doesn't matter if you take a walk. As long as you don't disturb the lectures of the masters and walk more lightly, there will be no problem. Otherwise, the masters who teach students will have trouble."
If you don’t agree, I’m going to kick people out.”
The old scholar nodded and praised: "The young man has a good temper, and his patience in teaching should be good. If it's good, I'll say it in advance, and if it's bad, I'll remind him in advance. He's very organized in doing things. He knows what he's doing, I guess.
The atmosphere of your Chunshan Academy is not much different."
The young master feels helpless. This old gentleman is more... good at teaching others?
But after all, they were nice words and not annoying at all. They were just a bit too arrogant.
The old gentleman's Dali Mandarin was not authentic. He was probably a scholar from a vassal country. He was old and had to travel a lot to get to the academy in the capital. It was not easy, so the young master took the initiative to talk to the old gentleman.
After seeing several beautiful places in Chunshan Academy, the old scholar smiled and nodded his thanks, walked slowly to the window, and quietly listened to the question and answer session between the lecturer and the students inside.
The young master looked back and felt that he looked familiar.
The old gentleman was standing in the corridor with his hands behind his back, listening carefully to the teachings of the lecturer inside.
Perhaps sensing the young master's gaze, the old gentleman turned his head and smiled.
The young master turned around and left, shaking his head, still not remembering that he had seen the old gentleman there.
The old scholar continued to listen to the master inside to explain his doubts. Well, that's very good. What the master brought for today's lecture was annotation of one of his works by a descendant of the Yang family in Lingbao County in the early years. Now we are chatting in the room.
, is the content in the chapter on Dharma. I just mentioned a sentence in the book, why is it that a gentleman values jade but despises miners?
Annotations, collections of explanations, brief explanations, brief annotations, and modern annotations and modern annotations... In fact, there were so many of them in the vast world back then. The so-called outstanding knowledge was nothing more than that.
Of course, they were later banned by the Confucian Temple, and now that they have resumed their status as worshippers, all kinds of annotated works have naturally revived... Forget it, this statement is a bit awkward, but anyway, there are so many of them springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain, and crucian carp crossing the river.
When the master in the room was teaching the students, he seemed to be talking about something that he knew deeply. He closed his eyes, sat upright, and recited the full text of the Dharma Act loudly.
The old scholar then lay on the window sill, lowered his voice, and asked a young Confucian scholar with a smile: "Do you understand what you sir are saying about Dharma and Practice?"
In fact, the young Confucian scholar had already discovered the old gentleman who was eavesdropping on the lecture, and this academy student was obviously a bold man. While the lecturer's wife was still shaking her head, he grinned and said, "What's wrong with this? In fact,
The content of the Dharma Act chapter seems to be very simple in terms of meaning, but the commentaries by scholars and scholars are more profound and far-reaching."
The young man saw the old gentleman's expression of deep understanding and nodded.
Then the old gentleman asked: "What do you think is the biggest problem with that literary sage who writes books and preaches?"
The young Confucian scholar was stunned and said with an angry smile: "Old sir, this kind of question is extremely treasonous. You dare to ask, but as a scholar, I don't dare to answer."
The predecessor of Chunshan Academy was Cliff Academy, one of the seventy-two academies of Haoran. The former master of the mountain, Mr. Qi, was the direct descendant of Literary Saint. So as a disciple of Chunshan Academy, if I say this, isn't it tantamount to deviating from the orthodoxy and deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors?
The old man smiled and said: "What do you dare to do? Some people dare to say that the Six Classics annotated me, so what are you afraid of? I heard that your mountain chief advised you to avoid arrogance and bias in your life, and to avoid narrow-mindedness in your studies.
When writing, you must avoid being cliche and must express your own opinions and publish what no one has said before. I think this is very good. How come you are here and don’t even dare to have your own opinions? I feel that all the knowledge in the world has been given to me.
The saints of the Confucian Temple have finished speaking, we just need to endorse it, we are not allowed to have our own opinions?"
The current head of the mountain, Wu Linzhuan, has been eager to learn since he was a child. He reads every book and is rigorous in his studies. He once served as the academic official of several states in the Dali area. He has been dealing with the knowledge of sages all his life. Although he is a good scholar, his academic rank is not low, but in fact
He was not a serious official. After resigning in his later years, he lectured in several government academies. It is said that during the period of banning literary and sage learning, he worked hard to collect a large number of book editions and personally published the proofs. In the early years of the Great Li Dynasty,
During the reform of the imperial examination system, it was this person who first proposed that the imperial court must increase its economy, military equipment and arithmetic.
The young Confucian scholar hesitated for a moment. Well, the man in front of him must be an old gentleman who failed in the imperial examination and was mediocre in his studies. Otherwise, he would not be able to say these "big words", but he really spoke to the heart of the young Confucian scholar.
Then he mustered up the courage and whispered: "I think that the literary sage is very knowledgeable, but he talks more about etiquette and less about benevolence and righteousness, which is a bit inappropriate."
The old gentleman continued to ask: "Then what do you think we should do? Have you thought of a remedy?"
The young Confucian scholar looked shy, "I secretly thought about it when I was free. Of course, it must be very vulgar and biased. We are just two masters who teach the works of literary saints in our academy. Well, this master is one of them now. He often cares about himself.
When I walked in the academy and recited the sage's work over and over again, I couldn't help but shed tears. I admire the sage of literature the most, so I don't dare to publish that nonsense article."
The teacher who had finished reciting the Dharma Act saw the "absent-minded" student muttering toward the window. The master suddenly slapped his ruler and shouted softly, "Zhou Jiagu!"
The young Confucian scholar was dumbfounded. Not only had he been caught by the master, but the key point was that the old gentleman outside the window was so unjust that he suddenly disappeared.
Zhou Jiagu stood up tremblingly.
Then Zhou Jiagu noticed outside the window that a large group of old masters from the academy, led by the Academy Chief, came.
Then, an old man who had just shrunk his head and knelt down and crouched under the wall outside the window stood up angrily.
The old gentleman was really very shameless. He laughed with Zhou Jiagu and explained, "I haven't been standing here for a long time. It's a bit tiring."
Zhou Jiagu noticed that the lecturer's face was flushed, and mistakenly thought that he felt disturbed by others. The young man immediately explained: "Mr. Fan, this is my distant uncle. He is here to visit me in the academy today."
Well, uncle doesn’t know the rules of the academy, so it’s my fault.”
The old scholar stroked his beard and nodded with a smile.
Very kind.
Older scholars should refrain from saying a few weird words that are pretense of shocking, and don't be afraid that young people will not remember themselves.
Don't just put hats on young people. If people's hearts are not as good as the times, you can pull them down. In fact, it's just that you have changed from a little bastard to an old bastard.
No matter how disappointed the old people are, they should always be full of hope for the young people.
The world in the future will get better and better.
Then Zhou Jiagu discovered that Master Fan was so excited that he stumbled out of the classroom.
Finally standing in the corridor under the eaves, Master Fan looked solemn, straightened his clothes, and bowed to the old gentleman.
In addition, all the old masters, including the master of Chunshan Academy, were in the same position and couldn't afford to bow.
It seems that as long as the literary saint did not speak, he would keep bowing.
The old scholar waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be so stubborn. I haven't eaten cold pig heads for many years. I'm not used to it."
All the academy masters slowly stood up.
Wu Linzhuan, the headmaster of Chunshan Academy, stepped forward quickly and asked softly: "Mr. Wen Sheng, are you going to drink tea somewhere else?"
The old scholar shook his head, walked to Master Fan, and said with a smile: "Mr. Fan, why don't we discuss it, and in the second half of the class, I will give a lecture on Dharma to the students?"
Master Fan bowed again, his lips trembling and unable to speak.
The old scholar walked into the classroom, and dozens of academy students in the room all stood up and bowed.
Especially Zhou Jiagu, who had been chatting with Master Wen Sheng for a long time, was completely confused now.
The old scholar raised his hand and said, "No need to be polite, knowledge is important, please sit down."
All the academy masters, including Mr. Fan, just stood outside by the window and listened to the teachings of the sages. No one competed with the students in the room for seats.
The old scholar smiled and said: "Before explaining the chapter on Dharma, I will first explain to Zhou Jiagu why he talks more about etiquette and less about benevolence and righteousness. Before that, I would like to hear Zhou Jiagu's opinion on how to remedy it."
The old scholar looked at the young Confucian scholar and joked: "Zhou Jiagu, don't be afraid of saying the wrong thing. Even if you say the wrong thing, I don't care. Who dares to care? Is this the truth?"
Zhou Jiagu said in a trembling voice: "Master Literary Saint... I'm a little
I’m so nervous that I’m... speechless.”
The old scholar smiled and asked: "Then I will give the lecture first? When will you stop being nervous and say hello to me again?"
Zhou Jiagu wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded vigorously.
Master Fan outside the window laughed and cursed in his heart, "You brat, you are so brave, you dare to discuss knowledge with Mr. Wen Sheng? You are worthy of being the student I taught."
I have to ask Zhou Jiagu about the detailed process later.
On this day, nearly a thousand teachers and students from Chunshan Academy were crowded and crowded outside the classroom.
After the Confucian literary sage was restored to his position in the Confucian Temple, he first preached, taught and solved doubts in the vast world, at the Dali Chunshan Academy in Aquarius Continent.
After Chen Pingan left in a swagger, the three people in the alley, formation master Han Zhoujin, Jingshi Daolu Ge Ling, and Yin Yang family Sui Lin, each looked at each other, and they were all a little discouraged. After all their efforts, they still couldn't detain each other.
Getting up, the eleven people deduced dozens of possibilities in the inn for this fight that they originally thought would be extremely dangerous, and the three of them were responsible for setting up an ambush to invite you into the urn.
When it comes to setting up the formation, a slight difference can make a huge difference, especially when it comes to the operation of the small world. For example, choosing a wider street outside the alley is also the only way for Chen Ping'an to pass. However, the formation has more borders with the heaven and the earth. Not only does it maintain the
It is more difficult to operate a large formation, and there are many flaws. Sword cultivators happen to be the best at breaking through all kinds of magic with one sword.
The female ghost Gaiyan and Lu Hui stood side by side on a wall. She complained endlessly, "It's not enough, it's over before the fight even starts."
I don’t believe in evil. I really can’t touch a corner of Mr. Chen’s clothes?
In the alley, Han Zhoujin smiled bitterly, and walked out of the alley with Ge Ling, saying: "It's really difficult to deal with a hidden official."
Since there was no fight, Ge Ling had nothing to do and knocked on the wall of the alley, "I really have a headache."
On the Dali spy side, there are not many records about the concealed identity of Wei Yan. We only know that he is the leader of the Hundred Sword Immortals in Tuoyue Mountain. However, the content of the Sword Immortal Shou Chen, who is the chief disciple of Wenhai Zhoumi, is extremely detailed. The earliest record is Shou Chen.
After the sword inquiry between Chen and Zhang Lu, the record of Shou Chen's deeds was very long. And at the end of the secret record of the A-shaped file, there were two personal notes written by the national masters, saying that top assassins are expected to rise to the top.
territory.
Sui Lin put away six rare golden sword-locking talismans, in addition to several talismans specially used to capture the flow of Chen Ping's energy.
There is a saying that Chen Pingan hit the nail on the head: they, the eleven Earthly Branches, are really rich.
Just like this fight, a lot of Guyu money was spent even before it started.
Not only do they have at least one and a half immortal soldiers, as long as they want to spend money, the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Punishment have jointly set up a private treasury for them. As long as they ask for money or things, the Dali court will give them gifts and punishments.
Each ministry has a minister who is personally watching this matter. The person in charge of the punishment ministry is none other than Zhao Yao.
Han Zhoujin was a little annoyed. He had lost two games in a row. Even if he lost to Chen Ping'an, he was still aggrieved. "Where is the flaw? It seems like he knew it was a trap from the beginning. Could it be that every time he goes out, every few steps he takes, he will be aggrieved."
Whenever he meets someone on the road, he will tell his fortune, right?"
In the distance, Yu Yu said in his heart: "It may be the title of 'Mr. Chen'. It may also be some kind of intuition honed on the battlefield. Just like punches are fed, intuition can also be cultivated. We still experience fighting."
Too little."
Gaiyan, nicknamed "Painter", was a bit embarrassed. She was the one who pretended to be young Zhao Duanming at that time.
Yuan Huajing said: "Everyone has withdrawn."
Chen Pingan returned to the inn, and before crossing the threshold, he took out a paper bag from his sleeve.
Seeing Chen Ping'an, the old man put down the book "Jialing Bamboo Carvings" in his hand and said with a smile: "You are such a busy man, where are you going to pick up money to make money?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Come on, I almost got sacked by a group of little gangsters."
Of course the old man didn't take it seriously and joked: "There are still kidnappers in our capital city now? Even if there are, they don't know how to find a rich man?"
Insert an app: a perfect replica of the old version of the book-chasing artifact and replaceable source app - Mimi Reading.
Chen Pingan put the bag on the counter, "I bought a lot on the way back. If you don't mind, the shopkeeper can use it to drink."
The old man nodded and smiled. It was a bag of mahua. It didn't cost much, but it was all from his heart.
Chen Pingan glanced at the books, "The old shopkeeper not only likes porcelain, but also this one? In addition to a few bamboo fans, I also have a pair of arm rests, respectively painted with happy eyebrows and three thousand peach fruits, Manxian style. Not me.
Bragging, even if it is a fake work, is still worth some money."
"How could it be that it's really the bamboo carving of Manxian... Forget it, you're good at making up stories, so I guess you won't have to worry about buying it as the real thing."
The old man saw that this boy was in the same camp again. He pushed the book over while making insulting remarks, and said proudly: "Porcelain and bamboo carvings are nothing. Black tigers know a lot about it."
Chen Ping'an lay on the counter and shook his head, "It's really not enough to just read a few books to make rubbings on inscriptions and inscriptions. The knowledge is too deep and the threshold is too high. You have to read the original works, and you have to read many more to truly get started.
Anyway, there are no shortcuts or tricks. To catch those authentic works, just one word: look, two words, look more, three words, and you will vomit when you see them."
The old man laughed and scolded: "It doesn't hurt to stand and talk, so you kid has seen too much?"
"To be honest, I've seen a lot."
"You're a gangster, you think you're a god on the mountain, you're bragging and you don't do any drafts?"
"Bragging that requires drafting is not considered a transformation."
Chen Ping'an was in a relaxed mood, chatting casually with the old man, leaning against the counter, flipping through books at will, tapping the floor with his toes, and memorizing the picture books and rubbings of everyone's famous works, as well as sayings like "Dapu doesn't cut it."
Being in harmony with others is not only closeness but also closeness.
Officials from the Ministry of Revenue, the old woman from the Fire Temple, the old monk Liu Gao, the young Zhao Duanming, the innkeeper.
Queen Mother Dali, please stop and let both of you speak at eye level.
Every detail is not about who the other person is, but who you are. Then you have to care about who you are and who the other person is.
After returning the book, when he arrived at the house, Chen Pingan found that Ning Yao was also reading a book, but in a different book.
Chen Ping'an gently closed the door, and Ning Yao ignored him. Although the previous book, from beginning to end, did not reveal the true identity of the man with the green robe and beautiful beard who looked at Spring and Autumn under the lamp, there was not much space, but Ning Yao felt that this
The position is the most vivid in the book, and it is the strong one.
Chen Pingan poured himself a bowl of tea and took a sip.
Ning Yao didn't even raise his head and said: "The last words at the entrance of the alley are not like your usual style."
Chen Pingan leaned back on the chair, held the back of his head with both hands, and said with a smile: "Daoist Master Sun taught me that on the way to practice, when the young geniuses I meet are still young and not mature enough, I have to beat them a few times quickly to break their mentality.
If the shadow comes, I will gain prestige if I go out in the world again."
In the world and on the mountains, everyone has his or her own style.
Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City, Wu Shuangjiang in the palace of year-end eviction is a kind of person.
Fu Lu Yuxuan, the Great Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, is another type of person.
Taoist Master Guan Sun of Daxuandu and Zhenren Huolong of Paidi Peak are in another category of people.
Ning Yao suddenly smiled, "Where do you come from with so many weird words? Can't you use them all?"
Chen Ping'an held back his laughter, "I heard it on the road and read it in books. My family fortune is all accumulated bit by bit."
Ning Yao asked: "You don't have to teach yourself without a teacher?"
Chen Ping'an rubbed his chin and said seriously: "Master, please give me some food?"
Ning Yao said casually: "It's actually quite frustrating for this group of monks to face you. They have so many back-ups and they are all useless."
Chen Pingan nodded, "But to be honest, when I reach the immortal realm one day in the future, maybe this group of Dali dead men on Aquarius Island, once they fill up the twelve earthly branches, for me, it will be
One of the biggest potential dangers.”
After all, every time Bai Yujing draws his sword, he follows the rules, and what Chen Pingan is least afraid of in his life is rules.
That's why Chen Ping'an took the initiative to go to the Xianjia Inn. Of course, in addition to getting to know the general details and cultivation context of the eleven people, he also really hoped that this group of people could grow faster and in the future on the mountains of Aquarius Continent.
It is very likely that there will be a place for each of them on the top of a mountain.
Chen Pingan's thoughts and actions seem very contradictory. Since they are both hidden dangers that cannot be underestimated, they are still willing to help the other party grow.
Chen Ping'an casually picked up a novel on the table, flipped through a few pages, and started punching and kicking. The martial arts masters would all report their own moves, for fear that their opponents would not know their own skills.
Look, Cao Ci was like this at the Confucian Temple at that time. Next time we meet, as a friend, I must persuade him.
Besides, how many punches did you, Cao Ci, create on your own, less than thirty? I am different, less than thirty.
Ning Yao suddenly said: "What's going on? You seem a little uneasy. Is there something wrong with the Fire Temple, or is there something wrong with the Hubu Yamen?"
Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then put down the book, "It's not quite right. It has nothing to do with the Fire Temple or the Household Office, so it's very strange and makes no sense."
Ning Yao didn't ask any more questions.
She saw Chen Ping'an take out the red paper from his sleeve, pour some crumbs of ten thousand years of earthy yellow mud on the yellow paper, start to twist some of the earth, put it into his mouth and taste it.
Ning Yao said: "You can really be a situational master."
Work as a treasurer, be a good fortune teller, a charlatan, a fortune teller, write family letters, open a restaurant...
Chen Ping'an wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "You have so many skills that you can't overwhelm your body."
Ning Yao asked: "That young ghost cultivator named Zeng on Qingxia Island?"
Chen Ping'an said: "I won't tell Zeng Ye clearly what to say, so I just mentioned it to him. In the future, I can travel to the capital city of Dali and increase my experience in the world. After that, it depends on his own luck and fortune."
Ning Yao said for no reason: "I have a very good impression of that Ma Duyi, she has a big heart. Is she still living in that fox skin talisman?"
Chen Pingan quickly glanced at Ning Yao.
Fortunately, it's not an irony.
Chen Pingan immediately nodded and said: "Yes, she has always liked that pair of talisman skins back then. Everyone has a love for beauty."
Ning Yao asked doubtfully: "Don't you want them to simply leave Shujian Lake and settle in Luolu Mountain?"
Chen Pinyao
Shaking his head: "Everyone has his own fate."
Traveling in the world is difficult, difficult as mountains, and dangerous as water.
Dangerous mountains and rivers can destroy cars and boats, but the road is smoother than the human heart.
So on that trip, Miss Su, the dull and honest young man Zeng Ye, the cheerful and lively Ma Duyi who spoke freely, and many more people who traveled together were actually Chen Ping'an's protectors.
Chen Ping'an shook his sleeves. When he had nothing to do at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he refined all the characters in the Landscape Travel Notes. There were quite a lot of characters. He took out twenty-four characters from the sleeves of his green shirt, and then just gathered them together.
They became the eleven names of the earthly branch monks.
Song Xu, Han Zhoujin, Ge Ling, Yu Yu, Lu Hui, Houjue. Yuan Huajing, Sui Lin, Gaiyan, Goucun. Kushou.
Two sword cultivators, formation masters, Confucian scholars, Taoist priests, monks, military strategists, Yin Yang cultivators, and ghost cultivators.
The young man’s trump card for surviving is unknown at the moment.
That young cavalryman was named Kushou. Except for the heroic night tour, this man took action once. After that, he did not take action in the two battles in the capital.
While Chen Ping'an looked at these names, he distractedly immersed his consciousness in the small world and carefully checked his soul. There was nothing strange in the various palaces. There were no traces of manipulation or manipulation on his robe.
The small Taoist temple that I passed by earlier is the administrative office of the Daozheng Yamen of the capital. There is a couplet hanging there: The Golden Courtyard of Pines and Cypresses is a blessed place for cultivating the true soul, and the spiritual ruins of Taoism that have been cherished for eternity.
At the Fire Temple, Aunt Feng entertained the guests with Baihua Brew. Because Chen Pingan saw the doorway sealed with red paper and mud and asked about paying tribute, Aunt Feng mentioned two forces by the way, Fengdu Ghost Mansion, Fangzhu Mountain, and Qingjun.
, governs the blessed land of Dongtian and all earthly immortals on earth, excluding the names of dead people and the names of living beings.
Especially the latter, and because Chen Ping'an mentioned Jiudu Mountain in Aaizhou, listening to Aunt Feng's tone, Fangzhu Mountain has probably become a passing cloud, otherwise the founder of Jiudu Mountain would not have received part of the broken mountain and inherited a share of Taoism.
Yunxianmai.
The ruins of the Immortal Mansion refined by Formation Master Han Zhoujin, as well as Yu Yu's Sword Immortal retinue, obviously have a long history and ancient atmosphere. Could it be some hint from Aunt Feng? Maybe those jars of Baihua Liquor, in fact,
Is it just a teaser to reveal the secret?
The magical powers on the mountain are endless and difficult to guard against. Just talking about the natal flying swords of Tianxia Sword Cultivator, how many incredible magical powers are there? Countless.
Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "The old coachman from before had a bad temper and was very arrogant. The first thing he said when we met was to tell me to fart quickly."
In fact, Chen Pingan really wanted to practice with him.
Ning Yao nodded, then continued to read, and said casually, "Don't let your bad habits go, why don't you chop him to death?"
Chen Pingan was speechless and sighed, "If we really want to fight, we can't kill him for the time being, right?"
Ning Yao said something meaningless, "Guan Yiran understands you very well, no wonder we became friends."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "When we were at Shujian Lake, Guan Yiran was very helpful. He didn't have the airs of a rich and powerful family member."
What I was thinking in my heart was that I was the one who gave me both the inkstone and the wine. Is it a crime for you, Guan Yiran, to repay your friend like this? After that, wait for me at the Changpu River Wine Shop.
In fact, Ning Yao doesn't really like to talk about Shujian Lake, because it is the most difficult issue for Chen Ping'an to get over.
She couldn't bear to say anything. Even if she took the initiative to mention it, it would only be for a woman like Ma Duyi. In fact, some past events have never really passed. There are only two types of things that really happened in the past. They can't be remembered at all, and the other ones can be talked about casually.
past.
Chen Ping'an put his arms on the table and said with a smile: "You know, I grew up eating hundreds of meals. In addition to being grateful and thinking about people's kindness, I also have to not observe the words and expressions. Otherwise, it will be easy for those kind-hearted people to
They are embarrassed by their relatives in their own lives."
Ning Yao put down the book and said softly: "For example?"
Chen Pingan thought for a while and smiled: "For example, there is an old lady in the alley. She often gives me things, and she also deliberately gives them secretly behind her family's back. Then she once passed by her house and pulled me to chat.
Grandma's daughter-in-law, who happened to be here, started to say some nasty things, not only to Grandma, but also to me, saying how could such a strange thing happen and that none of the things in the house had been stolen?
Could it be that he has become a spirit, grown legs, and can go to other people's homes?"
Ning Yao asked: "Then what should you do?"
Chen Ping'an thought for a while, shook his head and said: "What can't be done."
After a moment of silence, Chen Ping'an picked up the water bowl and said, "Just when I thought of my old grandma, I was holding my right sleeve with my left hand, standing at the door, with my back to her family members, who were all her juniors, but she wanted to treat me
Outsiders smile, as if they are afraid that I will be unhappy. In fact, after parting with my grandma, walking alone on the road will feel uncomfortable. What’s even more uncomfortable is that I don’t know that grandma, on that day,
How do you get along with your relatives?"
So later on, on Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake, drinking at the same table with Liu Zhimao, who was supposed to beat each other to death, did it count? It didn't count at all.
Ning Yao lay on the table and asked: "When you were a child, did your neighbors take the initiative to help you with all matters of honor and pleasure?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "How is that possible? Some of the words are really unpleasant, so I don't care about paying attention to them."
Then Chen Ping'an laughed and said, "Of course, at that time, I was really not good at quarreling. I couldn't quarrel even if I wanted to. But there are ways to keep myself from feeling aggrieved. I had to fight against other people's houses to grab water in the middle of the night.
You know a small dam that blocks water from entering the fields, right?"
Looking at Chen Pingan who stretched out his hand to gesture, Ning Yao shook his head, "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I can imagine it."
Chen Ping'an's eyes were shining, and for the first time he was a little childishly proud, "At that time, I could find a place to hide in the fields and stay there all night, but others didn't have the patience, so no one could compete.
Beat me."
In Ning Yao's impression, Chen Ping'an had all kinds of eyebrows, faces, and expressions, but he rarely showed the high spirits and complacency he felt at the moment.
A small child who has been burnt by the sun to a small black charcoal. Anyway, he is not afraid of walking at night, and he is not afraid of ghosts or ghosts. He often lies alone on the field ridge, crosses his legs, bites grass roots, and occasionally waves to scare away mosquitoes and flies, just like that.
Look at the bright moon or the extremely bright starry sky.
A lonely child lay on the ground looking at the sky.
At this moment, his chin rested on his arm, and the man smiled and narrowed his eyes.
Ning Yao picked up the book again.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I'll read a book too."
A mustard seed of the mind, patrolling the small world of the human body, finally came to the shore of the Heart Lake. Chen Pingan quickly looked through the secret files of the summer palace, and there was no entry for Fangzhu Mountain. Chen Pingan still did not give up, and continued to think about the records of immortality and immortality.
I recorded... some small gains, but I still couldn't piece together a reasonable context.
Chen Ping'an spent a lot of energy and energy to build a library on the bank of the heart lake to store all the books and classify them into categories for easy selection and reference. It is like fishing, the fishing rod is an empty library, and the mind is
Use that fishing line to use a certain keyword, word, or sentence as a fishhook, throw it to the library, and when you lift the rod, you can pull out a certain book or several books as a "fish in the pond."
No one taught Chen Ping'an this method. Chen Ping'an learned it from Wen Hai Zhou Mi and his disciple Pei Qian. After understanding it thoroughly, he had this magical power.
After leaving the night ship, Chen Pingan was busy with another thing. On the heart lake, he carefully gathered and refined a drop of time water, a kendo seed, and a bamboo ruler, each of which was suspended in the air and used by Chen Pingan respectively.
To measure time, weight and length. This is what Chen Ping'an and Li Sheng learned. They create their own weights and measures within the small world of the human body. In this way, even if they are trapped in someone else's small world, they will not become dizzy.
It's a pity that with half of Hedao's Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Ping'an completely lost the Yin and Yang gods. Otherwise, Chen Ping'an would only be able to practice cultivation faster.
Chen Ping'an was standing by the water at the moment, with the sun and moon rising above his head and the Milky Way flowing in his mind. The people on the shore looked down at the people in the water.
Chen Ping'an put away his sight, and as soon as he turned around, he immediately turned his head and looked at his reflection in the heart lake. He frowned and remembered the young monk who seemed to have no sense of existence, Kushou.
Hard work?
This is a chess proverb.
For example, Pei Qian, the founder of his disciple, is the bitter hand of Taihui Sword Sect Baishou. Of course, Guo Zhujiu is also a bit like Pei Qian's bitter hand. It is a typical example of one thing reducing another.
Then Chen Ping'an in Mu Ping Lane is the hard work of Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane.
Cao Ci is undoubtedly Chen Ping's biggest trouble in martial arts, and swordsman Liu Cai is his biggest trouble in swordsmanship.
Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked back to the water, sat cross-legged, and began to close his eyes and meditate, making kung fu with his hands, but he soon opened his eyes.
A little bald man rode a fire dragon from a hunting expedition, sat high on the fire dragon's head, and said, "If you want to ask about the past, who is the recipient of this life?"
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "I understand the truth."
The little bald man asked: "Remember your second wish?"
Chen Pingan nodded. Medicine Buddha has twelve great wishes, the second of which is the wish that the light of the body breaks through darkness and enlightens all living beings.
I hope that when I achieve Bodhi in the next life, my body will be like glass, clear inside and outside, pure and flawless, bright and vast, my merits will be towering, my body will be good and peaceful, and my flame will be more majestic than the sun and moon; all living beings in the netherworld will be enlightened, and they will do whatever they want.
Various undertakings.
A thousand-year-old darkroom can be illuminated by just one light.
The little bald man crossed his arms across his chest and said angrily: "'Praying to the Bodhisattva is useful'. This sentence was said by you yourself when you were a child, but what did you think when you grew up? Looking back, every moment you did when you were a child
I went up the mountain to collect medicine and went down the mountain to cook medicine. Is it effective? Does this count as being sincere and effective?"
Chen Ping'an snorted lightly.
The little bald man rode the dragon and left. Chen Pingan was cursed and cursed. He was silent for a long time. When he stood up, he looked at the water and looked at himself. He said to himself: "The biggest trouble is mine?"
Then Chen Pingan's face turned pale, "Are these bastards desperate for their lives?!"
Mustard Zi's mind quickly exited the small world. Chen Ping'an didn't even have time to say anything to Ning Yao. He retreated to the mountains and rivers in one step, went straight to the Xianjia Inn, and punched open the restrictions on the mountains and rivers.
If you are not careful, these guys will attract another "Chen Ping'an".