Sword comes

Song Jixin brought his maid, Zhigui, to the old locust tree, and found that the shade of the tree was overcrowded, with nearly half a hundred people sitting on the benches and chairs that he had moved from his own house.

Song Jixin stood side by side with her on the edge of the shade, and saw an old man standing under the tree, holding a big white bowl in one hand, and leaning behind his back in the other, with a passionate expression on his face, and he said loudly: "I just said the general direction of the dragon's veins, I will tell you later." Speaking of this real dragon, tsk tsk, this is really amazing. About 3000 years ago, a terrific immortal figure appeared in the world. , the three-foot spirit in his hand, showing his sharpness. I don't know why, but this person is at odds with Jiaolong. For three hundred springs and autumns, there are Jiaolongs who slay Jiaolong, and there are no real dragons in the world. It is said that he went to a very high place where Taoism is based, and sat and discussed Taoism with the Taoist ancestor; Disastrous..."

The old gentleman spit all over, and all the people in the small town below were indifferent, and everyone's faces were blank.

The maid asked curiously in a low voice, "What is the three-foot spirit?"

Song Jixin smiled and said, "It's the sword."

The maid said angrily, "Young Master, this old man likes to show off his studies, so he doesn't speak well."

Song Jixin glanced at the old man and gloated: "There are not many literate people in our town, and this storyteller is a wink at the blind man."

The maid asked again, "What is the blessed land of the cave? Is there really anyone in the world who can live to be three hundred years old? And the Fengdu Underworld, isn't it a place only the dead can go?"

Song Jixin was questioned, but he didn't want to show his cowardice, so he said casually: "It's all nonsense, I guess I have read a few unsavory barnyard officials and unofficial history, and used it to fool the villagers."

At this moment, Song Jixin noticed the old man keenly, and glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally. Although it was just a glimpse of water, it quickly passed by, but Song Jixin still carefully captured it, but the young man did not pay attention. Just treat it as a coincidence.

The maid raised her head to look at the old locust tree, and the tiny bits of light shone through the gaps in the leaves, and she narrowed her eyes subconsciously.

Song Jixin turned his head to look, suddenly stunned.

Now this maid of mine has a profile face that has just started to lose baby fat. She seems to have a big difference from the thin, shriveled and shriveled maid in memory.

According to the custom of the small town, when a woman gets married, she will hire a blessed person who has both parents and children alive, and ask her to wring the fluff from the bride's face, cut her forehead hair and temples, which is called open face, or Raise your eyebrows.

Song Jixin also heard from the book that there is no custom in a small town, so when Zhigui was 12 years old, he bought the best new brewed wine in the town, and moved out the porcelain bottle that was secretly hidden. It is extremely beautiful, like a green plum. After pouring the wine into it, it is carefully sealed with mud, and finally buried in the ground.

Song Jixin suddenly said: "Zhigui, although the guy surnamed Chen, according to the saying of our scholar ancestors, belongs to 'dead wood can't be carved, and a wall of dung can't be plastered', but no matter what, he is still doing it in his life. something meaningful."

The maid didn't answer, she lowered her eyebrows, faintly visible eyelashes trembling slightly.

Song Jixin said to himself: "Chen Pingan, he is not bad, but his temper is too rigid, and he only knows what to do, so being a potter means that no matter how hard he works, he is destined to be unable to do anything. Good things come with spiritual energy, so Liu Xianyang's master, the old man Yao, doesn't look down on Chen Ping'an, he has a unique vision, which is called rotten wood and can't be carved. As for the wall of dung, the general meaning is that Speaking of a poor and sour ghost like Chen Ping'an, even if you put on a dragon robe for him, he is still a rustic mud-legged..."

When Song Jixin said this, he laughed at himself: "I'm actually worse than Chen Ping'an."

She didn't know how to comfort her son.

Song Jixin and his maid, in this small town, have always been the rich people of Fulu Street and Taoye Lane. They have important conversations after tea and dinner. This is thanks to Song Jixin's "cheap dad", Song Jixin. grown ups.

There are no big figures in the town, and there are no turmoil, so the kiln supervisor appointed by the imperial court here is undoubtedly the kind of Qingtian master in the playbook. Among the dozens of supervisors in history, the senior supervisor Mr. Song, who made an official, won the hearts of the people. Unlike those high-ranking officials and lords before, Mr. Song not only did not hide in the official office, cultivated his morals, nor thanked guests behind closed doors. Make matters, everything must be done by yourself, it is better than a craftsman

The kiln worker is more like a villager. For more than ten years, the originally bookish Mr. Song has been tanned and shiny. He usually dresses like a farmer. The imperial porcelain produced by Zhenlong kiln is not satisfactory in terms of glaze color and appearance, or the shape of large and small pieces. To be precise, it is even slightly inferior to the previous level. The heads were puzzled.

In the end, the court probably felt that the conscientious and conscientious Lord Song had no credit or hard work, so he transferred him back to the official edict of the capital and got a good evaluation.Before returning to Beijing, Mr. Song ran out of money and invested in the construction of a covered bridge. Later, when he found out that Mr. Song had left the motorcade without taking a child with him, several famous people in the town suddenly realized.It can be said that Mr. Song and the town have accumulated a good incense relationship, and with the deliberate care of the current inspector, the young Song Jixin has lived in the town these years, without worry about food and clothing, and at ease.The maid who is now renamed Zhigui, there are different opinions about her origins. The local people living in Niping Alley said that it was a winter with heavy snow, and a girl from other places was begging along the road until she passed out in the courtyard of Song Jixin's house. At the door, if someone hadn't discovered it early, he would have to go to the place where he was reincarnated and reincarnated.The old man who does chores at the official office has another theory, and he swears that it is an orphan bought by Master Song from another place in his early years, in order to find a person who knows the warmth and coldness of his illegitimate son Song Jixin to make up for the lack of father and son. Acknowledged debt.

In any case, after the maid was named Zhigui by the young man, it was considered that the father-son relationship between the two was completely confirmed, because the big family in the small town knew that Lord Song loved one inkstone most, and the word "Zhigui" was engraved on it.

Song Jixin regained his senses and smiled brightly, "I don't know why, I think of that deadly four-legged snake, Zhigui, what do you think, I threw it into Chen Ping'an's yard, and it still wants to run to our house. , you said that Chen Pingan's kennel must be so unpopular that it is so shabby that even a small snake is unwilling to enter it?"

The maid thought about it seriously, and replied, "Some things are also about fate, right?"

Song Jixin stretched out his thumb and said cheerfully, "That's the truth! He, Chen Ping'an, is a person with a shallow fate, so he can be content if he is alive."

She did not speak.

Song Jixin said to himself: "After we leave the town, the things in the house will be taken care of by Chen Ping'an. Will this guy guard himself and steal?"

The maid said softly, "Young master, isn't it?"

Song Jixin smiled and said, "Yo, Zhigui, do you understand what it means to guard yourself against theft?"

The maid blinked those long eyes of autumn water, "Isn't it literal?"

Song Jixin smiled and looked towards the south, showing a hint of yearning, "I heard that there are more books in the capital than the flowers and trees in our town!"

At this moment, the storyteller was saying: "Although there are no real dragons in the world, the subordinates of dragons, such as Jiao, Qiu, Chi, etc., are still truly and truly living in the human world, maybe... "

The old man deliberately sold it for a while. Seeing that the audience was indifferent and didn't know how to cheer, he could only continue to say: "Maybe it will be hidden by our side, Taoist gods call it Qianlong Zaiyuan!"

Song Jixin yawned.

A locust leaf suddenly fell from the top of the head, green and dripping, and it just fell on the boy's forehead.

Song Jixin stretched out his hand to grab the leaf and twisted the petiole with his fingers.

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The young man who was thinking about going to the east gate of the city to collect his debts, when he was approaching the old locust tree, also saw the locust leaves falling in front of him, but he quickened his pace and wanted to reach out to catch it.

It was just a breeze, and the leaves slid past him.

The youth with straw sandals has a sturdy figure, and quickly takes a step laterally, trying to intercept this leaf.

But the leaves swirled again in the air.

The young man did not believe in evil, he tossed and turned several times, but in the end he still failed to catch the locust leaf.

The young Chen Ping'an was helpless.

A teenage boy in youth who played truant at the school passed by Chen Ping'an.

The young man in the green shirt didn't know it himself, and there was a locust leaf on his shoulder.

Chen Ping'an continued to go to the east gate of the city. Even if he couldn't get the money, it would be good to urge him.

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Over at the fortune-telling booth in the distance, the young Taoist closed his eyes and muttered to himself, "Who said that the cycle of luck has no thickness?"