Sword comes

Chen Pingan ate candied haws that he hadn't tasted for nearly ten years, and returned to Niping Lane with locust trees on his shoulders. After passing a house that was more dilapidated than his ancestral house, Chen Pingan felt guilty and wondered if he should borrow it from Master Ruan first. Some money to repair this house. Although he has lived in this Niping Lane since he was a child, Chen Pingan has never seen this house inhabited. He chased and fought with the mountain-moving ape on the roof before, and deliberately tricked him here , causing the roof to be stepped on by the old ape to make a big hole, Chen Pingan felt that he had to take care of this mess, otherwise he would inevitably be exposed to the wind and the sun in the future, and suffer from the rain and wind. Maybe the house could survive two years. In 30 years, I am afraid that even five years will not last, and the pillars of the house will decay quickly. This is very similar to the body of Chen Pingan who was forcibly "pointed" by Cai Jinjian. Ping'an became more and more concerned, thinking how to repair this ownerless house, not to mention how glamorous it is, it is so strong that it will never escape.

It's not that Chen Ping'an never thought about taking out a gold refined copper coin and exchanging it into real gold, silver or copper coins with others, such as Old Man Yang from the Yang family shop, or Master Ruan from the blacksmith shop, but Chen Ping'an has an intuition that gold essence This kind of thing is really hard to come by. Every time you use one, you will lose one. As for silver and copper coins, you can earn them anywhere. It is nothing more than the amount of effort.So Chen Ping'an decided to ask Master Ruan to borrow it first. If he can't borrow it, then he will use gold and copper coins to solve the problem. He will definitely feel distressed, but since there are some looming problems that are clearly in front of him, he can't pretend to turn a blind eye. , Chen Ping'an is very afraid of being indebted to others.

Chen Ping'an returned to the yard and placed the locust branch given by the little girl leaning against the yard wall. The priceless sword sharpening stone was still in the basket, but of course it wouldn't be thrown in the yard so openly. Chen Ping'an has already been moved into the house. If it wasn't for the lack of time, Chen Ping'an would have liked to dig a deep pit in the yard and bury the inconspicuous but valuable sword grinding stone, Dragon Slaying Terrace, just listen to this The name feels more precious than the three bags of gold and copper coins.

Chen Ping'an heard the crowing of chickens in the yard next door. When Song Jixin and Zhigui left the town, they couldn't take care of the old hens and chickens in the cage. They were probably a little hungry at the moment. Chen Ping'an went inside the house. He picked up the bunch of keys, and brought a handful of rice from his own house, walked to the next door, opened the chicken coop, and squatted down, leaking a little bit between his fingers.After feeding the chickens, Chen Ping'an opened the door of the kitchen room, wanting to see if there was any surplus grain such as rice, so as not to spoil and become moldy, but he entered the kitchen room, which opened Chen Ping's eyes, a large tank of rice, just When he opened the lid, Chen Ping'an was full. There were pots and pans in the cupboard. There was a row of ham and dried fish hanging on the wall. chaos.

Chen Ping'an was suddenly attracted by a pair of firewood near the stove, and he approached and crouched down. As expected, it was the wooden man who saw Zhigui chop with a kitchen knife. She couldn't chop firewood at all, so she chopped it for a long time. It also had little effect. If it was Chen Ping'an's three or two strokes, he could smash the wooden figurines of Yuemo and others. At this moment, Chen Ping'an squatted and lowered his head, and found that the wooden figurines were very strange. The red dots are all over the body, sparse and uncertain. Some places are densely clustered together. In some places, there is a cinnabar-like red dot across the distance. Chen Ping'an picked up a wooden man's arm and looked carefully. Next to it, there are even extremely small ink-colored characters engraved. The red dots are the size of rice grains, and the strokes of those small characters are even more fine and invisible. It is thanks to Chen Ping'an. Just dots and black dots.

Chen Ping'an tried to put the broken limbs together again. It didn't take long for the wooden figure to return to its original shape. Fortunately, the wooden figure did not lack any large pieces. Unfortunately, many spliced ​​parts were red and black. The characters have been chopped off or scraped off by Zhigui's kitchen knife. It is estimated that there are still seven or eight tenths of the relatively complete Zhudian ink characters.

Chen Ping'an got up and opened the window to make the light in the kitchen room more transparent and bright. Then he continued to squat down and looked at it carefully, not daring to miss any details. It took almost an hour.Although Chen Pingan did not know most of the ink characters, he still tried his best to remember their stroke structure.

For reading and literacy, Chen Pingan has always had expectations deep in his heart.

When working as a kiln worker, many times after Chen Ping'an climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at the town from afar, in addition to finding where the mud bottle alley was, the second place he often wanted to know was the school.When I was young, there was a dark and thin child who often went to school, squatted against the base of the wall, and the sound of books rang out above his head. Although he couldn't understand what he was saying, the child would somehow feel at ease and peace of mind. The grievances received are gone.

However, for the orphans of Mud Bottle Alley at that time, the matter of reading was much more extravagant than candied haws, and it was good to look at it from a distance.

At this time, Chen Ping'an closed his eyes, and built a complete wooden figurine in his mind by virtue of his memory.

If there was a vague memory, Chen Ping'an was not in a hurry to open his eyes to check the truth, and skipped it first. As a result, from the beginning to the end, the wooden man had about forty or fifty indefinite inscriptions.

After identifying and remembering those omissions one by one, Chen Ping'an took a deep breath. He wanted to do it again, but as soon as he closed his eyes, his head swelled and he felt a little dizzy. Chen Ping'an decided not to force himself anymore.Some efforts are not just about dying, otherwise it will only get busier and more chaotic.After Chen Ping'an learned to burn porcelain, he felt deeply about it. It was not because of his talent and intelligence.

Chen Pingan messed up the wooden figurines again, piled them in the corner of the stove, walked out of the stove, closed the courtyard door, thought for a while, and decided to

I went to the east gate of the small town and found the janitor again. I became a formal apprentice in a blacksmith's shop, and I would probably live there, so I couldn't deliver letters, so Chen Pingan wanted to say hello to that bachelor. I've looked for it before, but couldn't find it.

After Chen Pingan trotted to the east gate of the town, the yellow mud house was still closed and locked. He sighed and sat on the stump where the gatekeeper Zheng Dafeng often sat. Mountain, but there is no particular about the seat of the mountain god.Chen Ping'an sat there in a daze, rarely taking a break from his busy schedule.

I don't know how long it took, there was a sound of chasing and reeling on the road in the town. Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at it. There was an ox cart in front, followed by two carriages with carriages. A group of children sat on the ox cart. , and two familiar faces, Li Baoping in a red cotton-padded jacket, and Shi Chunjia with two blushes. In addition, I think they are Li Huai, Lin Shouyi, and Dong Shuijing that Shi Chunjia mentioned.

The five children on the ox cart were chattering and lively.

The coachman was a middle-aged man with a strange face. The old man who was sweeping the floor at the school was sitting behind the coachman.

Chen Ping'an looked at it, except for the little girl in the red cotton jacket who was born in Fulu Street, the four surnames Li, and the other four children, just dressed in a world of difference. Shi Chunjia's ancestors have lived in Qilong Lane for generations, guarding it. There is an old shop called Yao Sui, and she has no worries about food and clothing, but she is not wealthy, so the little girl can only dress comfortably and warmly, but Shi Chunjia has a cold-looking peer next to her, dressed in a brand-new and precious black Fox fur, pale face, indifferent eyebrows.Li Huai's father, Li Er, is a well-known wimp in the town. Li Huai also has a sister named Li Liu, but the three of them have gone out to seek a living, leaving only Li Huai to be fostered at his uncle's house. , and now he is also leaving his hometown and follows the old man surnamed Ma to the cliff academy.The last boy, whose spring shirt was thin, wore two jackets that were sewn and mended. He was full of poverty and misery. At first glance, he looked like a miserable child who grew up in a poor alley.

Li Baoping, Shi Chunjia, Li Huai, Lin Shouyi, Dong Shuijing.

Five Mengtong boys from a small town drove to the sacred place in the hearts of countless scholars in East Aquarius Island, the Cliff Academy, one of the 72 Confucian academies, in an ox cart that could not shelter from the wind and rain.At this moment, the five children will definitely not know that on the territory of Yizhou where there are many dynasties, countless generations of nobles and nobles, even if they sharpen their heads and use up the incense of human kindness, they still want to send their children to the world. Enter it, follow those masters with broad sleeves and broad belts, and learn the Confucian sages' self-cultivation, governance of the country and peace of the world.

Naturally, they don't know how rare it is to be able to call Mr. Qi Jingchun.On the contrary, these children will only think that Mr. Qi has many rules, and he is often stern and not at all approachable. Mr. Qi occasionally laughs, and the children don't even know what they did right to make him so happy.

With sharp eyes, Li Baoping saw Chen Ping'an sitting on a tree stump, jumped out of the ox cart with lightning speed, stumbled a bit, ran to Chen Ping'an quickly, and suddenly stood still, but he didn't seem to know. What to say, in the end, I just straightened my chest and said, "I'm going to a far, far away place", with pride on her little face.

The old man wearing a high crown said solemnly: "Li Baoping!"

Although not very happy, the old man asked the driver to stop the ox cart.The little girl pouted, but she still turned and ran towards the bullock cart. She suddenly heard the guy behind her calling her name, and when she turned around, she saw him raise his fist towards her and shake it slightly, it should be asking her to work hard.

Li Baoping also waved his fist at him, indicating that he would work hard.

Chen Ping'an smiled knowingly, thinking that the efforts of this little girl in the red cotton jacket were mostly spent on playing, and her footprints would be left everywhere in Shanya Academy.

Chen Ping looked up and saw the old man who had seen the floor sweeper several times in school, and wanted to nod himself, but Chen Ping subconsciously smiled back.

At the same time, someone in a carriage behind them gently lowered the curtains.

Although there was only a glimpse, Chen Ping'an could clearly see the face of the man, who was the scholar who went to the blacksmith shop to find Master Ruan.

Chen Pingan watched as the ox cart and carriage slowly drove out of the town.

If Chen Ping'an could fly with his sword in the sky like Ning Yao, and overlook this thousand miles of mountains and rivers that had just taken root, he would definitely be shocked by all kinds of visions.

There are countless kinds of birds and beasts, entrenched on the boundary line between the Lizhu Cave and the Dali territory, and outside, there are countless of their kind running wildly here, as if absorbing what.

On that invisible frontier, they neither dared to take a step forward, nor would they retreat a step back.

There is also an old woman standing at the end of the stream within the boundary, with her upper body out of the water, her crow-blue hair cascading down like a waterfall, spreading around her body like a black lotus flower.

The old woman whose face was mottled like withered bark, now looks like a woman who is less than 40 years old.

There is also the Piyun Mountain, which seems to be arched by the ground and slowly rises at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cave is broken and reduced to a blessed land.

The people who were born and raised in Lizhu Cave in the past, whether rich or poor, good or bad, all have an afterlife.