Sword of Coming

If you haven't been to Prosperous Deer Street or Peach Blossom Alley, Chen Ping may never realize the darkness and narrowness of Mud Bottle Alley in this life.However, the straw-shoe youngster did not feel lost, but finally felt at ease. The youngster smiled and stretched out his hands, just touching the yellow mud wall with his palm twice. I remember that about 2 years ago, Chen Ping could only have two fingers. The tip touched the mud wall.

When I walked to my house, I found that the courtyard door was wide open. I thought the thief boy ran into the courtyard quickly. I saw a tall boy sitting on the threshold with his back against the locked door, 100 yawning boredly, watching After arriving at Chen Ping, he stood up and ran up to Chen Ping, squeezed Chen Ping's arm, fiercely pulled towards the house, and said in a low voice: "Hurry up and open the door. I have something important to tell you!"

Chen Ping was unable to break free from the bondage of this guy, so he had to be pulled to open the door of the house. A sturdy boy who was 2 years older than him, soon fell off Chen Ping, and touched Chen Ping’s wooden bed. Ears stuck to the wall, and heard the foot of the wall next door.

Chen Ping curiously asked: "Liu Xianyang, what are you doing?"

The tall boy turned a deaf ear to Chen Ping's questioning. After about half of the incense, Liu Xianyang returned to normal, sitting on the edge of the wooden bed with a complex complexion, a little relieved and a little regretful.

Liu Xianyang realized that Chen Ping was doing a weird job. He squatted inside the door, leaned out, and burned a piece of yellow paper with a candle the size of a thumb. The ashes fell outside the threshold. .It seems that Chen Ping is still mutter incantations, but it is a little far away, Liu Xianyang can't hear it really.

Liu Xianyang is a final disciple of the old dragon kiln Old Man Yao. As for the aptitude and dull Chen Ping, the old man simply didn’t really recognize this discipline from beginning to end. In the local area, the discipline did not worship the teacher’s tea, or the master had not drunk it. That cup of tea means there is no master and disciple status. Chen Ping and Liu Xianyang are not neighbors. The ancestral homes of both parties are far away. The reason why Liu Xianyang introduced Chen Ping to Old Man Yao at the time is that when a teenager had a period of grievances, Liu Xianyang was once a small town. A naughty boy. Before grandfather passed away, there was still an elder in the family. When grandfather passed away, he was a young man who was 2 or 3 years old and he was a fiend in human for everyone in the neighborhood. Afterwards, for some reason, Liu Xianyang annoyed a group of Lú Family children, and ended up being stuck in Mud Bottle Alley, giving a solid beating. The opponents were all young people who were in high spirits, and they never thought about it. Seriously, Liu Xianyang quickly vomited blood. The more than ten households living in Mud Bottle Alley were mostly low-level craftsmen who were begging for a bowl of rice with dragon kiln. How dare you mix up this muddy water.

Song Jixin at that time was not afraid at all, but squatted happily on the wall to watch the excitement, lest the world would not be chaotic.

In the end, there was only one skinny child. After sneaking out of the yard, he ran to the alley and shouted to the street, "Dead, dead..."

Hearing the word "dead", the children of Lú Family woke up in horror. They saw Liu Xianyang covered in blood on the ground. The tall young man was dying. The rich young official finally felt scared after looking at each other in blank dismay. Run away from the other end of Mud Bottle Alley.

But after that, Liu Xianyang not only did not appreciate the child who saved his life, but instead came here to play tricks after 3 to 5, and the orphan was also stubborn. No matter how Liu Xianyang bullied, he just refused to cry, making the teenager more angry. .Only one year later, Liu Xianyang saw the little orphan of surnamed Chen. It was estimated that he could not survive the winter. He finally found out in his conscience that the young man who had already been apprentice in dragon kiln took the orphan to the seat in Fortune Creek. Dragon kiln on the side, walking west from the town, several dozen li mountain roads in heavy snowy days, Liu Xianyang still hasn’t figured it out yet, that little brat, which looks like charcoal, has two legs as detailed as bamboo poles. Almost, how did you get to dragon kiln?However, although Old Yao still left Chen Ping in the end, he treated the two people as different as heaven and earth. He also beat and scolded the final disciple Liu Xianyang, but blind also felt the good intentions. For example, This time, Liu Xianyang’s forehead oozes blood. The teenager’s skin is rough and flesh is thick. He didn’t think there was anything. Instead, he was the head of the Master’s Old Yao. I regretted it very much. I used to be dignified in front of the discipline. Boring bottle gourd old man, because of face, it’s hard to say anything. As a result, Liu Xianyang was still worried about going around in his house for most of the night. Finally, he had to call Chen Ping to send Liu Xianyang a bottle of ointment.

Chen Ping has been envious of Liu Xianyang for so many years.

I am not envious of Liu Xianyang's high innate talent, great strength and good popularity.I just envy Liu Xianyang's fearing nothing in Heaven or Earth. I am heartless wherever I go. I never feel that living alone is a bad thing. No matter where he goes or who he gets along with, Liu Xianyang will soon be able to hook his shoulders, call his brothers, drink and punch. Liu Xianyang, because his grandfather was in poor health, he relied on himself very early and became a child King-like existence. He caught snakes and fish and digs out bird nests, all skillful, wooden bow fishing rods, slingshot bird cages, Liu Xianyang seemed to do everything. Especially in the two things of catching loach and fishing eel in the country ridge, the teenager is undoubtedly the most powerful in the town.In fact, when Liu Xianyang dropped out of the school, the Mr. Qi went to the grandfather who was on Liu Xianyang’s sickbed and said that he could not charge a penny, but Liu Xianyang refused to agree, saying that he just wanted to make money and didn’t want to. Reading, Mr. Qi said that he could pay Liu Yangxian to be his book boy, but Liu Xianyang still refused to be nodded.In fact, Liu Xianyang is living very well, even if Old Man Yao is dead and dragon kiln is banned, within a few days he was photographed by the blacksmith of Dragon Riding Alley. He started to build huts and stoves in the south of the town. He was very busy. .

Liu Xianyang watched Chen Ping blow out the candle, put it on the table, and asked in a low voice, "Have you heard any weird sounds in the morning, like..."

Chen Ping sat on the bench and waited for the next step.

Liu Xianyang hesitated for a moment, unprecedented blushing slightly, "Like a spring cat screaming."

Chen Ping asked: "Song Jixin learns to meow, or Zhi Cui?"

Liu Xianyang rolled the eyes, no longer play the lute for a cow, put his hands on the bed, slowly bend his elbows, then straighten his arms, leave the butt off the bed, and leave the feet off the ground.His ass was hanging in the air, and he sneered: "What Zhi Cui is clearly called Wang Zhu. The surnamed Song likes to show off since he was a child. I don't know where to see the two words'Zhi Cui', so they used it indiscriminately. It doesn't matter whether the two words mean good or not. Wang Zhu's presence of such a Young Master is really a sin in his previous life, otherwise he will not come to Song Jixin and suffer from sin and suffering."

Chen Ping failed to echo the tall boy's statement.

Liu Xianyang, who has been keeping that posture, coldly snorted and said: "You really don't understand? Why did you help Wang Zhu that girl carry the bucket once, and then she never talked to you again? It must be Song Jixin's little belly chicken intestines , Knocking over the vinegar bottle, threatened Wang Zhu not to scowl with you, or she would have to wait on her family, not only to break her leg, but to throw it into Mud Bottle Alley..."

Chen Ping couldn't listen anymore and interrupted Liu Xianyang's words, "Song Jixin is not bad to her."

Liu Xianyang fly into a rage out of humiliation said: "Do you know what is good or bad?"

Chen Ping had clear eyes and whispered: "Sometimes she works in the yard, Song Jixin occasionally sits on the bench and looks at his copy of Local County Annals. When she reads Song Jixin, she often laughs."

Liu Xianyang's eyes were dull.

Suddenly, the thin wooden bed could not support Liu Xianyang's weight. From the break into two and a half, the tall boy sat on the ground.

Chen Ping squatted on the ground, pressed his head with both heads, sighed, and had a headache.

Liu Xianyang scratched his head, stood up, did not say any guilt, just kicked Chen Ping lightly, grinning said with a smile: "Okay, it's just a small broken bed. I'm here today. You bring a great piece of good news, which is more valuable than your broken bed!"

Chen Ping lifts the head.

Liu Xianyang said triumphantly: "After my Master Ruan left the town, he suddenly said that he would dig a few wells by the stream in the south. There was not enough manpower and needed to call for help. I just mentioned you casually. Saying there is a short winter melon, the strength is OK. Master Ruan also agreed, and let you go by yourself in these 2 days."

Chen Ping stood up suddenly and was about to say thank you.

Liu Xianyang raised a palm, "Stop it! You don't want to thank you! Just keep it in your heart!"

Chen Ping bared his teeth.

Liu Xianyang looked around all around, a fishing rod was placed diagonally in the corner of the wall, a slingshot was lying on the window, and a wooden bow hung on the wall. The tall young man was hesitant to speak, but finally he could not speak.

He strode across the threshold, his boots obviously deliberately bypassing the ashes of the talisman paper.

Chen Ping looked at the tall figure.

Liu Xianyang suddenly turned around and faced Chen Ping inside the threshold. The tall young man sat on his waist and kept his feet on the ground. After a few steps, he slammed a punch, then folded his fist and stood up, saying with a smile: " Master Ruan told me in private that I only need to practice this fist for one year to kill people!"

Liu Xianyang seemed to feel uncomfortable, and made a weird kick, said with a smile: "It's good that the legs must go into the crotch, and the donkey will die to death!"

Finally, Liu Xianyang stretched out his thumb, pointed to his chest, and said proudly: "When Master Ruan taught me the martial arts, I had some thoughts and experiences, so I talked to him about gossip, such as my unique knowledge of Old Man Yao porcelain making. Master Ruan praised me as a martial arts genius once in 100 years. You will just follow me in the future, and you will eat well!"

From the corner of his eye, Liu Xianyang caught a glimpse of the maid next door who had entered the house, and suddenly lost his interest in acting as a hero.

He said casually to Chen Ping: "By the way, when I passed the Old Locust Tree, there was an old man who called himself'Storyteller' over there, who was setting up a stall over there, saying that he had accumulated a lot of funny things. If you want to talk to us, you can take a look if you have time."

Chen Ping nodded.

Liu Xianyang strode away from Mud Bottle Alley.

There are many sayings about this lone wild and unruly youngster, but youngsters like to claim that their ancestors are generals who lead soldiers in war, so his family will have the Treasure Armor that has been inherited from generation to generation.

Said it was Treasure Armor, Chen Ping saw it with his own eyes, but it actually looks ugly, like a stubborn on a human body and a scar on an old tree.

But Liu Xianyang’s peers don’t say so. They only talk about Liu Xianyang’s ancestors, who were deserters. They fled to the town and became the son-in-law of someone. Good luck escaped the official pursuit.To be sure, it seems to have seen how Liu Xianyang's ancestors escaped the battlefield, and how they drifted all the way to this small town.

Chen Ping thought for a while, crouched beside the threshold, bowed his head to blow away the ashes.

Song Jixin didn't know when he was standing on the courtyard wall, with servant girl Zhi Cui by his side. He shouted, "Would you like to go to the locust tree with us to play?"

Chen Ping lifts the head, "Not going anymore."

Song Jixin twitched the corner of his mouth, "It's boring."

He turned to his maid and said with a smile: "Zhi Cui, let's go! Go and buy you a whole jar of peach flower powder for the general's stomach."

She shyly said: "A small pot of cricket is enough."

After holding his hands, Song Jixin held his head high and strode forward, “I’m a Song Family member, and I’m a member of the family. How can I be a small family? Isn’t it an insult to the family?!”

Chen Ping sits on the threshold and rubs his forehead. This Song Jixin actually doesn’t feel bad when he doesn’t say those weird things, but for example, if Liu Xianyang is present at this time, he will definitely say he wants At the back of Song Jixin's head, a brick was knocked down.

Chen Ping leaned against the door of the house, thinking about tomorrow's situation, most likely it will be like today, and the day after tomorrow will be like tomorrow, so repeated, so Chen Ping will keep walking like this in his life, until he finally talks to Old Man Yao almost.

People eat soil for life, soil eats people once.

Finally, closing your eyes and opening eyes again may be the next life thing.

The boy looked down at the straw sandals on his feet and suddenly laughed.

Stepping on a bluestone slab is different from stepping on a mudflat.

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When Liu Xianyang left the alley and passed the fortune-telling stall, the young Daoist recruited and said, "Come here, Poor Daoist will see you look like burning oil. It’s not a good omen, but I’m afraid that Poor Daoist has a way. , Can help you eliminate disasters..."

Liu Xianyang was a little surprised, remembering that Daoist used to deal with fortune-telling in the past, and he is not sure, but this person really has not actively solicited business, and almost all of them belonged to the wishers. is it possible that now dragon kiln closed the Imperial Court government, this Daoist will also follow bad luck, and it won’t be revealed, so he would rather kill by mistake than put it wrong? Liu Xianyang laughed and scolded: "Your method is to destroy wealth and eliminate disasters, right? Fuck your uncle, want to cheat money from my pocket, next life!"

The young Daoist was also not annoyed, and loudly shouted to the tall boy: "I hope that this year 100 things will be prosperous, who knows that there will be disasters in my life. I will not recite Divine Immortal if there is no disaster, and I should burn incense if I want to be safe... I should burn incense..."

Liu Xianyang turned around abruptly, and ran to the fortune-telling stall at a fast pace. While gearing his hands, he shouted: "Burn incense? I'll burn your stall first!"

Daoist was obviously frightened, and he couldn't care about the stall after he got up, covered head and sneaked away like a rat.

Standing next to the stall, Liu Xianyang looked at Daoist's embarrassed silhouette and laughed heartily. He caught a glimpse of the lotus on the table, and he reached out and pushed it down at will. The bamboo stick crash-bang slid out of the lottery, finally showing a fan-shaped appearance on the table.

Liu Xianyang pointed his finger at Daoist who stopped in the distance, "I will see you once in the future!"

The young Daoist cup one fist in the other hand, begging for mercy.

Liu Xianyang stopped now.

The young Daoist waited until the tall boy walked away before daring to sit down again, sighed, "The world is hard and the hearts of the people are not old, so Poor Daoist is also not easy to make ends meet."

At this moment, Daoist's eyes lit up, he hurriedly closed his eyes, and said loudly: "The pond is full-full of frogs, stinging in the intestines is a heart. Here is the fame of the water moss, it should only be moved by the wind in 4 directions!"

The young girl obviously heard Daoist's words, but it was a pity that they didn't mean to stop.

Daoist opened his eyes slightly, seeing that he was about to miss the business again, he had to slap on the table and raise his voice, "The champion is a man of the world, and the prime minister is nothing more than a man in the world. He is proud of Essence. Qi, and Spirit!"

Song Jixin and servant girl Zhi Cui just keep going.

Daoist was discouraged and muttered in a low voice, "I can't live this day."

The boy turned his head without warning, and threw a copper coin far to the young Daoist, brilliantly said with a smile: "Let your good words!"

Daoist hurriedly caught the copper coin, opened his palm and looked at it, frowning, it was the smallest penny.

but.

The young Daoist gently put the coin on the table.

In an instant, a siskin fell to the table, lowered its head, lightly pecked at the coin, then held it in its mouth, raised its head to look at the young Daoist, the oriole has bright eyes, and People are no different.

Daoist whispered, "Go, it's not suitable to stay here for long."

The siskin passed away in a flash.

The young Daoist looked all around, and finally stayed at the tall archway in the distance, facing the 4-character "Furious Bullfight" plaque, and said with emotion: "It's a pity."

Finally Daoist added, "If it can be sold outside, how come there are 1000 800 silver taels?"