Sword of Coming

Song Jixin took the servant girl Zhi Cui to the Old Locust Tree and found that the shade was overcrowded. Nearly half of the 100 people were sitting on the bench and chairs they had moved from their house. One after another, children brought their elders to join in the fun.

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 large white bowl in one hand, and behind him with the other. His expression was passionate and loudly said: "I just said the general direction of Dragon Vein, let me talk about it. To say that True Dragon, tsk tsk, this is really amazing. About 3000 years ago, an amazing god the immortal came out under the world. First, he devoted himself to cultivation in a paradise blessed land and proved the Great Dao. He traveled the world alone with a sword, 3 feet long Qi in his hand, showing off one's ability. I don’t know why, this person just didn’t deal with the dragon, and for 300 Spring and Autumn period, he killed the dragon where there was a dragon, so there was no True Dragon in the world. Give up, and finally disappeared. Some people say that he went to the extremely high Taoist Zhangben land and talked with Dao Ancestor. Others said he went to the extremely far Blessed Paradise Country to argue with the Buddha. Some people said that he personally sat in town. Fengdu Gate of Underworld, to prevent demons and monsters from causing harm to the world..."

The old Mister spoke with a spit, and all the 4 surnames in the small town below were indifferent, and everyone was at a loss.

The servant girl asked in a low voice curiously: "What is 3 feet long Qi?"

Song Jixin said with a smile: "It's a sword."

servant girl said ill-humoredly: "Young Master, this old man also likes to show off his knowledge, so he can't speak well."

Song Jixin glanced at the old man, taking pleasure in other people's misfortune and said: "There are not many people in our town who are literate. This storyteller Mister is kind of winking to blind him."

The servant girl asked again: "What is paradise blessed land? Can anyone in the world live to be 300 years old? And the Underworld Necropolis, isn't it a place where the dead can go?"

Song Jixin was asked to stop, but he didn't want to show his timidity, so he said without thinking: "It's all talk nonsense. I guess I have read a few rateless books of barnyard official wild history, and used it to fool the villagers."

At this moment, Song Jixin keenly noticed that the old man took a look at himself intentionally or unintentionally. Although it was just the sight of dragonfly touches the water lightly, it quickly passed by, but Song Jixin still caught it carefully, but the boy did not. The heart is just a coincidence.

The servant girl raised her head to look at the Old Locust Tree. The light shattered through the gaps in the leaves and spilled down. She subconsciously squinted her eyes.

Song Jixin turned his head and looked around, but was stunned.

Now my servant girl has a profile that has just begun to fade from baby fat. She seems to be very different from the thin, small, shriveled little maid in memory.

According to the custom of the town, when a woman marries, she will hire a well-wished person with both parents and children alive. Ask her to twist off the fluff from the bride’s face and cut her forehead and sideburns. This is called a face, or Raise eyebrows.

Song Jixin also heard from the book that there is no custom in a small town, so when Zhi Cui was 12 years old, he bought the best new wine in the town and moved out the stolen porcelain bottle with glaze color. Extremely beautiful, just like green plums. After pouring the wine into it, it is carefully sealed in mud and finally buried in the ground.

Song Jixin suddenly said: "Zhi Cui, although the surnamed Chen guy, according to our Scholar Old Ancestor, belongs to'rotten wood cannot be carved, and the wall of dung cannot be plucked', but no matter what, he finally did it in his life. A meaningful thing."

The servant girl did not answer, lowered her eyebrows, and her eyelashes were faintly trembling.

Song Jixin each minding their own business said: “As for Chen Ping, people are not bad. They are too rigid and only accept death’s rules for what they do. So being a potter means that no matter how hard he is, he can’t be There are good things from Spiritual Qi, so Liu Xianyang’s master, the Old Man Yao, doesn’t like Chen Ping for life and death. He has a unique vision. This is called rotten wood cannot be carved. As for the wall of dung, it can’t be plucked. , Roughly means that Chen Ping is a poor man, even if you wear a dragon robe on him, he still has a rustic clay leg..."

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

She didn't know how to comfort her Young Master.

Song Jixin and his servant girl, in this small town, have always been the wealthy of Good Fortune Street and Peach Blossom Alley. The important talk after dinner and dinner is due to Song Jixin’s "cheap old man", Lord Song .

There are no big shots in the town, and there are no storms, so the kiln superintendent who was stationed here by the Imperial Court is undoubtedly the kind of blue sky Lord in the playbook. In the history of dozens superintendents, they have been appointed as superintendents. Lord Song is the most popular among the people. Unlike the former aloof and remote official Lord, Lord Song not only does not hide in the official office, cultivates his body, and does not have Closed Door Politely Declining Visitors, he concentrates on studying in the study, but on the officials. The firing of kiln porcelain must be done by one’s own hands. It is more like a rural 100 surname than a craftsman and a kiln worker. For more than ten years, this Lord Song, who was originally covered in a scholarly flavor, had his skin tanned with bright black hair, normally inside. Costumes are no different from those of a farmer. There is no shelf for people. It’s a pity that the imperial porcelain produced from the small Suppressing Dragon kiln, whether it is the glaze color or the shape of the large and small pieces, is always not as good as one wants. Compared with the previous level, it is even slightly inferior, making the old kiln heads 100 puzzled.

In the end, Lord Song, who felt hard at the Imperial Court, had no credit and hard work, and transferred it to the official decree of the capital city, and got a good evaluation. Before Lord Song returned to Beijing, his 1000 gold was gone and he invested in the construction of a covered bridge. Later, he found out that Lord Song had left the convoy and had not carried a certain child, and several big names in the town suddenly realized.It can be said that Lord Song and the town have accumulated a good Burning Incense relationship. Coupled with the deliberate care of the current superintendent, the young Song Jixin has lived in the town over the years without worrying about food and clothing, and at ease.The maid, now renamed Zhi Cui, has different opinions about her origins. The locals living in Mud Bottle Alley said it was a winter of big snowflakes. A girl from outside was begging along the road and died at the gate of Song Jixin’s home. , If it wasn't early for someone to find out, he would go to Yama and reincarnate.The old man doing chores at the government office has another saying, solemnly vowed that it is an orphan that Lord Song had bought from another place in the early years, in order to find a person who knows the cold and warmth for the illegal child Song Jixin to make up for the father. and son Unrecognizable debt.

In any case, after the servant girl was named Zhi Cui by the teenager, it was considered that the father and son relationship of the two was completely established, because the big family gentry in the small town knew that Lord Song was most fond of a square ink-stone, and it was engraved with " Zhi Cui "2 characters.

Song Jixin came back to his senses, his smiling face brightened, "I don’t know why, I think of the four-legged snake, Zhi Cui, think about it, I threw it into Chen Ping’s yard, and it’s still going to our house. Hey, you said Chen Ping's doghouse is so shabby that it won't even be willing to enter a little snake?"

The servant girl thought about it seriously, and replied: "There are some things, also about fate, right?"

Song Jixin stretched out his thumb and said openly: "That's the truth! He Chen Ping is a person with shallow blessings, and you will be content if you can live."

She did not speak.

Song Jixin said to himself: "After we leave the town, Chen Ping takes care of the things in the house. Will this guy be guarded and steal?"

The servant girl whispered: "Young Master, isn't it?"

Song Jixin said with a smile: "Yo, Zhi Cui, do you know what guarding and stealing mean?"

The servant girl blinked her long limpid autumn water eyes, "Isn't it literal?"

Song Jixin smiled and looked to the south, showing a touch of yearning, "I heard that there are more books in Capital than in our small town!"

At this moment, the storyteller Mister was saying: "Although there is no True Dragon in the world, the subordinates of dragons, such as Flood Dragon, Young Horned Dragon, Hornless Dragon etc., are still living in Human World truly and truly. Indefinitely..."

The old man deliberately sold it for a while. Seeing that the audience was indifferent and didn't know how to join in, he continued to say: "Maybe it is hidden by our side. Daoism Divine Immortal calls it Hidden Dragon In Deep Abyss!"

Song Jixin yawned.

A piece of locust tree leaf suddenly fell on the top of the head, dripping green, just falling on the boy's forehead.

Song Jixin reached out and grabbed the leaves, twisting the petiole with two fingers.

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The young man who thought he would go to the east gate of the city to collect debts once, when approaching the Old Locust Tree, he also saw a locust tree leaf falling in front of him, but he quickened his pace and wanted to hold out hands to receive.

It was just a breeze blowing, and the leaves slid past his hand.

The straw-shoe youngster has a strong body and moves quickly one step horizontally, trying to intercept this leaf.

But the leaves twirled in the air.

The young man did not believe in evil, and moved around several times, but in the end he still failed to grasp the locust tree leaf.

Young Chen Ping has nothing to do.

A teenager in azure clothes who played truant in a rural school, passed Chen Ping.

azure clothes The young man doesn’t know when he will stay with a locust tree leaf on his shoulders.

Chen Ping continued to the east gate of the city, even if he didn't ask for money, it would be good to remind him.

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At the fortune-telling stall in the distance, the young Daoist closed his eyes and muttered to himself: "Who said that the cycle of heaven has no thickness?"