Sword of Coming

The night is deep, the superintendent’s office, Song Changjing returned alone, the young Song Jixin has gone to Mud Bottle Alley like a kennel, this man has not forced him, as a general in the battlefield for many years, in the sea of ​​blood in the dead mountain, still He was able to snore loudly, so that nephew who was stocked did not live so much as a royal descendant these years. Song Changjing did not feel that he owed the child.It would be nice to return to Great Li Dynasty Capital alive.

The elderly Steward of the government office has been waiting at the door with a lantern in his hand.

Song Changjing took the lead to cross the threshold with only one side door open, strode forward, and said, "Don't lead the way."

Aged Steward silently nodded, slowed down, and then left quietly.

The office building on Good Fortune Street was not built extravagantly. It occupies a much smaller area than the house named Lu Li. The former chief of the kiln affairs of the genuine kiln affairs supervisor, lived in a very hard life, and the big towns I didn't think it was wrong.

But Song Changjing is different. The younger brother of the same mother of the Great Li Emperor today has also made great achievements in opening up the world, and it is the Martial Dao Grandmaster of Eastern Aquarius Continent.

His arrival is like a newly arrived dragon breaking into a small lake. Even if the local tyrants can't talk about how to be afraid, facing people like Song Changjing, everyone will show their due respect.

When Song Changjing passed by a small courtyard, he saw someone reading at night with a lamp in the room, sitting upright, and still meticulous when alone.

Worthy of being a decent gentleman.

Song Changjing's big sleeves fluttered and walked quickly, with a sneer at the corners of his mouth.

In the past, a young man studied at Lake View Academy, his calligraphy was brilliant, his name moved the court and the wild, he was called into the Imperial Palace by the Southern Wei Country Lord, and he wrote the edict in the side hall. It was the midwinter heavy snow and the pen was too cold to write. The emperor ordered more than ten in the palace. People wait on the left and right sides to write for them.

This matter quickly became popular in Eastern Aquarius Continent, and it became a good talk.

It’s just that no one thinks deeply about how strict imperial city imperial city bans are. The emperor doesn’t talk about this kind of thing, the eunuch doesn’t talk about it, and the concubine doesn’t talk about it. How did the old 100 surname know?

Walking on the deep path, Song Changjing suddenly laughed heartily.

Song Jixin, wearing a plain clothes, returned to Mud Bottle Alley. The courtyard door was unlocked. After pushing the door open, he saw servant girl Zhi Cui sitting on a chair in the main hall, half-squinting, tilting his head and dozing off. After tilting his head to a certain extent, he immediately sat upright and continued to tilt.

It seems that the girl is really tired. Song Jixin bent down, shook her shoulders lightly, and said softly: "Zhi Cui Zhi Cui, wake up, go back to my room and sleep, be careful of freezing."

The sleepy girl rubbed her eyes and said in a daze, "Young Master, why did you come back so late?"

Song Jixin said with a smile: "I went to the covered bridge. The distance was a bit far, so I was late."

Zhi Cui saw Song Jixin's unfamiliar dress, and said in surprise: "Huh? Why did Young Master change his clothes?"

Song Jixin did not want to talk more on this topic, "Don't mention this. After the Local County Annals was lent to you, how about reading and literacy? Would you like me to teach you?"

The girl shook her head and said, "No."

Song Jixin returned to his house, completely dark, took off his robe, kicked off his boots, and touched the bed. The boy whispered: "Wang Zhu, Wang Zhu, so that's how it is."

Zhi Cui went back to his house, turned off the lights and went to sleep. He huddled under the covers, making slight movements as if he was stealing something, chewing something in his mouth.

In the end, she even hiccuped.

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Liu Xianyang at the sword shop, although he has not officially become Master Ruan’s discipline, everyone can tell that Master Ruan treats this tall young man very seriously, otherwise he would not teach him how to forge swords. The row of sword-making rooms is not accessible to everyone now.

When resting at noon, a youngster from the origin of the porcelain kiln ran up to Liu Xianyang and said that someone was looking for him, winking his eyebrows, and was very playful. He said that he was a beautiful woman who was more beautiful than the ladies on Good Fortune Street. He came to Liu Xianyang.

Liu Xianyang frivolous followed him, but his mood suddenly became heavy.

Sure enough, beside a water well, there was a woman with a slender figure standing, all around many green robust men who were digging wells and moving soil, working very hard.

As the little master Song Jixin despised, Liu Xianyang is indeed a soft-shelled turtle, but whether a woman is good-looking or not has nothing to do with whether she has not read a book or read or read.Maybe the tall young people don't know it. It is generally vague and good-looking. In fact, there is a kind of charming, especially dignified and charming, which is especially moving.

If the word "mei" is a solution, it means the girl of thrush.

The unnamed and rooted lady in front of me has delicate eyebrows like the beard of a worm, and a cicada on the forehead, wide and square, smooth and plump.

Today she came here alone. She didn't have the posture of inquiring about crimes, and she didn't seem to be bullying. Liu Xianyang was slightly relaxed.

It’s just that this elegant and poised lady has a beautiful face, Liu Xianyang doesn’t deny that if it were the past, she might meet on the street and whistle a few times, but that doesn’t mean Liu Xianyang will be tempted and tall. The young girl's favorite girl used to be the servant girl of Mud Bottle Alley. She is and will be the same.

Liu Xianyang took the beautiful woman to the stream, and said firmly: "Madam, if you want to convince me to sell you the heirloom, I advise Madam not to speak up."

The woman said with a beautiful smile: "Don't rush to refuse, let me tell you clearly what is at stake, and then you can make a decision."

The tall boy's complexion remained unchanged, pretending to be relaxed, but his heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

In the distance, the girl squatted on the threshold of a sword-making room, holding a bowl of rice. The white rice was piled up like a mountain, rising above the edge of the big white bowl. She was devouring the "mountain" and she got her wish. Seeing the Red Braised Pork hidden by her, the whole person was filled with happiness, secretly turned his back, turned his back to the man sitting on the other end of the threshold and chewed slowly, and asked: "Father, don't care about the foreigner ?"

The man in a low, muffled voice said: "No matter."

The azure robed girl worriedly said: "He is the Head Disciple you will open here in the future, so you are not afraid to go wrong?"

The man said indifferently: "That means that kid is not lucky."

The girl was puzzled: "Father, don't you feel a pity?"

For example, when she saw those delicious and exquisite pastries in the shop, that's all if she had no money in her pocket. If she had money, she bought it, but she accidentally fell to the ground. She really deserves to be thundered by the sky.

The man answered the question, "Is Red Braised Pork delicious?"

The girl is subconsciously happy and nodded, "It's delicious!"

The girl tensed her body suddenly, and her father had ordered her to eat only one meat dish a day, so she pretended that she was only holding a bowl of white rice and hid the Red Braised Pork in it.In order to be able to just and honorable eat a meat dish in the evening.

The girl turned her head in embarrassment, raised the white bowl high, and confidently said: "There is only one piece, I have no bad rules!"

The man chuckled and asked, "Then the piece of Red Braised Pork hidden at the bottom of the bowl, will you feel a pity if you can't eat it?"

The girl opened her mouth slightly, her heart as if she had been struck by lightning.

The man also sprinkled salt on the wounds of his daughters, "If you don't talk about Liu Xianyang, dad will turn a blind eye."

The girl was dull and sipped her Red Braised Pork, and she knew at a glance that she would be diligent and thrifty in the future.

After the man finished his meal, he looked at the women and teenagers on the other side of the creek, and said, “As long as this kid doesn’t go to Middle Five Realms for a day, Dad won’t care about his life or death. Even if he enters Middle Five Realms, Dad will take care of him. But I will never take care of it more than three times. There is no way for good or bad, but people call themselves."

The girl puffed up: "Why don't you care?!"

The man said ill-humoredly: "The literati accepts students, and Martial Artist accepts the discipline. It's not a gang of gangs recruiting young people. It's not that you will have a dispute with people in the future, relying on a large number of people to quarrel or fight with others. In the final analysis. In my eyes, teachers and students, master and disciple, are like fellow. Besides, Liu Xianyang is not my discipline now."

The girl did not speak.

The man sighed: "Stupid girl, just talking about the Great Li Dynasty in a corner of the Great Li Dynasty, do you know how many people there are? 2 1000 and 10000 households! With so many people in the world and so many troubles, can you manage it? Father will be there. For the next 60 years, take over the town from Qi Jingchun. Don’t wander around all day long, and spend your heart at Sword Furnace for making swords and practicing swords. If you get into trouble, do you care about it?"

Before the man had finished speaking, the girl said, "Don't worry about it."

Her words almost suffocated the man internally. The formidable power was so great that it was no weaker than the trump card of a certain Sword Immortal.

The man really wants to knock this silly girl's elm head hard, can dad ignore you?

The man is a little sad.

The girl looked "shocked" and said: "Hey, why is there an extra piece of Red Braised Pork at the bottom of the bowl, alas, I have used up my share today, should I eat it for you? Dad?"

Men don’t need to turn their heads to see, they can feel Silly Girl’s crappy acting skills, helplessly said: “Forget it, you eat it, dad treats you as if you only ate a piece of Red Braised Pork today. Remember to hit the iron in the afternoon and stop being lazy.”

The gratitude of the girl this time is not fake, "Father, you are so kind!"

Manly said with a smile: "It's Red Braised Pork, alright."

The girl lowered her head, took a sip of rice, and whispered softly, "Father too."

The man sullen his face and finally held back his smile. After thinking about it, he thought it would be better to have a girl.

A voice suddenly sounded in my ear, "Father, can I still eat another piece at night? Two yuan and three yuan, not too much difference, right? Dad, if you don't speak, I should agree?"

The girl ran away in a thunderous manner.

In the last sentence, she said that the girl had already run far away.

The man rubbed his cheeks and said to himself: "My family Xiuxiu relies on food."

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After Chen Ping sent the letter through the streets and alleys, he bought a breakfast and sent it to Miss Ning of Mud Bottle Alley, and then began to make familiar herbal medicine.

Today, Ning Yao wore a new dark green robe, neat and tidy. She was already full of heroic hair. This outfit, with a long knife on her waist, compared to the rich kid on Good Fortune Street Peach Blossom Alley. More expensive.

Ning Yao hesitated, "For now, if you really want to study the Shaking Mountain Manual, before you learn boxing, you have to do 3 things first, standing, walking and sleeping, the last thing, It’s more acupoint accumulation and aura circulation, it’s hard to describe it in words, let’s just leave it alone. Anyway, the first two things, you don’t need to think about the innate talent root bone too much, you obediently and honestly follow the posture drawn in the Fist Manual. Persevering, it will be useful after all, even if you can’t reach a higher-level on Martial Dao, but it’s not impossible to keep your body healthy and prolong your life."

Chen Ping said one of his thoughts, "Is it okay to practice walking in the stream?"

Ning Yao nodded said: "Of course. Get up to the knees, then to the waist, and finally to the neck."

Chen Ping followed her words and asked, "Isn't the whole person in the water in the end?"

Ning Yao said with a sneer: "Why, do you want to practice holding your breath underwater, and then practice a 1000-year-old bastard 10000-year-old turtle?"

Chen Ping was anxious and said nothing.

Ning Yao thought for a while, "Come on, I'll show you the trick. Look carefully!"

Ning Yao asked Chen Ping to move the table away, and then walked forward 6 steps, 3 small and 3 large, the last step when she stepped down heavily, the mud of the whole house seemed to have a dull vibration.

Maiden in one go.

It seems casually, but in fact, moving clouds and flowing water gives straw-shoe youngster a feeling of inexplicability.

Like a waterfall cascading down, it is justified and contains tremendous strength.It was like a leaf making a spin in the stream, round and smooth, extremely soft.

All is right, but Chen Ping just knows what it is, not why.

Seeing the boy's dazed expression, Ning Yao withdrew back to his original position and demonstrated it again.

Ning Yao stood still, turned around and asked, "Do you understand? Come and try?"

Chen Ping took a deep breath and tried it again.

Shaky, like a drunk alcoholic.

Chen Ping stood in place, scratching his head, obviously he himself felt a bit out of character.

Ning Yao's face is black, said solemnly: "Come again!"

After 3 times, Chen Ping has improved slightly, but Ning Yao has complexion is gloomy as if it is going to be a rainstorm.

She couldn't imagine how could there be such an idiot as Chen Ping in the world, so there is no perception in martial arts training, and so bad talent!

no way.

Ning Yao is a person who has stood at the extreme height of sword dao since he was a child. His origin, root bone, innate talent and vision are all the same.

So the girl couldn't understand at all, at the foot of the mountain which was vast distance away from her, how those people step by step climbed the mountain, and they didn't understand why they staggered.

In the end, the girl really didn’t know what to do, for fear that she could not bear it, she would draw a knife and hack someone, so she had an idea, the shoulder of the patted straw-shoe youngster, barely comforted: "Chen Ping, read 100 for his own sake, and so does martial arts. For the same reason, if you practice a few 10000 punches, you can’t get the taste, then you can pick up your rock for a few 100000, 1,000,000! You go pick your stone, the stupid bird will fly first, don’t be discouraged, take your time, practice this walking pile again and again in the creek ."

Chen Ping thought, this is true.

I heard Song Jixin say a sentence before, which is similar to Miss Ning's "Reading 100 times".

However, the teenager thinks that it makes more sense. Miss Ning said that a few 10000 and a few 100000 are not enough, so practice 1,000,000 times.

Chen Ping smiled and ran out of Mud Bottle Alley, reciting 3 small and 3 big silently along the way, and imitated Ning Yao's walking posture according to his memory.

The straw-shoe youngster in the heart, telling myself the "truth", is that after practicing 1,000,000 times, you may be able to practice Boxing Small Accomplishment.

Therefore, the practice of this "Shaking Mountain Manual" started with 1,000,000 times. After that, Chen Ping was qualified to talk about other things.

Ning Yao sat alone on the threshold and said to himself: "Why do you feel like you have dug a huge hole? Will that guy be unable to climb out?"