Sword of Coming

Chen Ping came to the east gate and saw the man sitting cross-legged on the stump at the gate of the fence, lazily basking in the early spring sun, closing his eyes, humming and slapped his knees with his hands.

Chen Ping squatted by his side. For the teenager, debt collection is really hard to tell.

The young man had to quietly look towards the broad road to the east, winding and long, like a thick yellow snake.

He habitually grabbed a handful of soil, held it in his palm, and rubbed it slowly.

He had followed Old Man Yao over the hills and mountains around the town, carrying a heavy bag, equipped with hatchets, hoes and other various objects, full of things.Under the leadership of the old man, he would walk and stop everywhere. Chen Ping often needed to "eat the soil", grabbing a handful of soil and putting it directly into his mouth, chewing the soil, and savoring the taste.Over time, practice makes perfect. Chen Ping will know the texture of the soil even if it is just a finger rub.So that later, Chen Ping weighed the broken porcelain pieces from some old kiln mouths on the market, and he could know which kiln mouth and even which Master fired it.

Although Old Man Yao is withdrawn and unkind, he beats and scolds Chen Ping at every turn. Once, Old Man Yao disliked Chen Ping's perception of being too bad, and was simply a dumb fool. He threw him in the wilderness, old man. Return to the kiln alone.When the teenager walked 6 10 li mountain road and approached the dragon kiln, it was late at night. The heavy rain that day was heavy. When the teenager staggering in the mud finally saw a little light far away, the stubborn teenager was struggling to live alone. Later, the urge to cry for the first time.

But the young man never complained about the old man, let alone hold the hate.

A young boy from a poor family background, he has never read a book, but he understands a truth outside of books, except for his parents, no one else should treat you well.

And his parents left early.

Chen Ping can stand a daze. The sloppy guy seems to think that most of it is impossible to get through. He opened his eyes and said with a smile: "It's not just 5 cents, a man is so stingy, and he won't have a big deal in the future."

Chen Ping looked helpless, "Aren't you just thinking about it?"

The man grinned, showing his uneven big yellow teeth, and chuckled: "So, if you don't want to become a bachelor like me in the future, don't worry about the five cents."

Chen Ping sighed, lifts the head, earnestly said: "If you have a tight hand, these 5 pennies are fine, but you have to say in advance that you can no longer renege on a debt if you have a letter and a coin."

The man with a sour smell turned his head and said with a smile: "Little Brat, it is easy for you to suffer a lot from your stinky stone temper. Haven't you heard the old saying that a loss is a blessing? You? If Xiaojian is unwilling to eat..."

He caught a glimpse of the dirt in the young man's hands, paused for a while, and said narrowly: "It's the fate of facing the loess."

Chen Ping retorted: "Didn't I just say, don't you want 5 cents? Isn't it a small loss?"

The man was a little flat, his expression was annoyed, and he waved to drive people away: "Go on, chatting with you brat is really hard."

Chen Ping let go of his finger, lost the dirt, got up and said: "The stump is very humid..."

The man raised his head and smiled and cursed: "I still need you to teach you? Youngster has a strong yang, and he can have pancakes on his ass!"

The man turned his head and glanced at the young man's back, crooked his mouth, and muttered something like a frustrating remark to scold God.

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The tutor Mr. Qi today did not know why, unprecedented ended his teaching early.

There is a courtyard at the back of the school, and a short gate opened to the north, leading to the bamboo forest.

When Song Jixin and servant girl were listening to the story under the Old Locust Tree, they were called to play chess. Song Jixin was reluctant, but the person said it was Mr. Qi's meaning, and wanted to see if their chess strength improved. , Song Jixin has an inexplicable perception of reserved Mr. Qi, which can probably be called awe and awe, so Mr. Qi personally issued this decree, Song Jixin had to keep the appointment, but he must wait After telling the story, Mister went to the backyard of the school.The azure clothes who helped Mister spread the word, the young man, had to go back to the house first, and did not forget to tell Song Jixin 10000000 not to be too late, talk about it, or replay the same old tune, why my Mister is the most disciplined, and I don’t like other people’s words. No letter, wait.

Song Jixin was digging his ears and took the trouble to say that if I knew it, I knew it.

When Song Jixin took Zhi Cui to the backyard of the school, the breeze was breezy and refined in manner of the azure clothes young official as usual. He was already sitting on the stool in the south, with his waist straight and sitting in a jerk.

Song Jixin sat down opposite the boy in azure clothes, facing south.

Mr. Qi sits in the west, always watching chess without saying a word.

Whenever the servant girl Zhi Cui played chess with her Young Master, she would go for a walk in the bamboo forest so as not to disturb the three "Scholar". Today is no exception.

A small town in a corner, there is no so-called scholarly family, so Scholar, can be called as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

According to the old rules laid down by Mr. Qi, Song Jixin and azure clothes have to guess the child and take the black first.

Song Jixin and the peers on the opposite side started to learn chess almost at the same time, but Song Jixin was talented and made rapid progress in chess, so Mr. Qi, who was taught the skills of two players, was regarded as a high-level player. Song Jixin first took out a handful of white chess pieces from the chess box. azure clothes The boy then draws out one or two blacks, and after guessing the odds of the white chess, he can take the black move first, which has the advantage of going first. In the first two years of the game, Song Jixin did not lose a single result, whether it was playing white after the game or playing black first.

However, Song Jixin is not very interested in playing chess. He played fish for 3 days and spent 2 days on the net. On the other hand, the aptitude inferior azure clothes teenager, both a rural school student and a book boy, spends day and night with Mr. Qi, even if he is just watching Mister sitting and playing music. It has also benefited a lot, so azure clothes can only occasionally win by playing black. Now as long as playing black, the victory can be between 5 and 5 with Song Jixin. The improvement of chess strength is obvious.Regarding this kind of ebb and flow, Mr. Qi did not say a word and just stood by.

Song Jixin was about to grab a piece of chess, Mr. Qi suddenly said: "Today you are going to play a game of chess pieces, and you will go first."

The two teenagers were at a loss, and they didn't know what "Zoziqi" was.

Mr. Qi speaks neither fast nor slow, after carefully explaining the rules, it is not cumbersome, just put down the black and white at the 4 star position.

The middle age person's twisting and falling are skillful, moving clouds and flowing water are pleasing to the eye.

The boy in azure clothes who usually abides by the rules the most, after hearing the "bad news", he was dumbfounded and looked at the chessboard in a daze. Finally, he said cautiously: "Mister, in this way, it seems that many stereotypes are not available."

Song Jixin frowned for a moment, and his eyes soon brightened, and his brow stretched out and said, "It's because the chessboard pattern has become smaller."

Then Song Jixin accepted the credit, raised his head and smiled and asked, "Right, Mr. Qi?"

The middle-aged Confucian nodded said: "It is true."

Song Jixin moved towards the opposite peers raised their eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Should you let the two moves first, otherwise this guy will definitely lose."

The boy facing him turned red and screamed, because he knew that he won more and more times. In addition to the increase in chess power, the real main reason was Song Jixin, who played chess more and more absent-mindedly in the past two years. Even a bit tired, many winners and losers, Song Jixin even deliberately release the water, or the first move is clearly dominant, after the game reaches the middle, Song Jixin will deliberately fight for the big dragon.

For chess, Song Jixin, who brimming over with talent, is the first choice if it is fun or not.

As for the azure clothes teenager, since the first time the Twister fell on the chessboard, he was obsessed with winning or losing.

Mr. Qi looked at his school's discipline, "You can go first."

Next, azure clothes, the young man settled slowly, cautiously, step by step. Song Jixin is still falling like flying, wide open and close, antelope hanging horns.

The temperament of both sides, as different as heaven and earth.

However, with more than 80 hands, the azure clothes boy lost in a mess, hanging his head silently, and pressing his lips tightly.

Song Jixin put his elbows on the table, holding his cheeks, and tapping the stone table lightly with two fingers, staring at the game.

According to Mr. Qi's rules, the two sides play against each other, and the voter silently surrenders. It is absolutely impossible to say "I lost".

azure clothes No matter how unwilling the young man is, he still throws a child slowly.

Mr. Qi said to the discipline instructed: "Practice calligraphy, don’t clean up the mess, write 300'永'."

The boy in Tsing Yi quickly got up and said goodbye respectfully.

Song Jixin disappeared in the young boy's silhouette before he asked softly, "Mister is leaving here too?"

Nodded, a frosty and elegant scribe, said: "Within one ten days, he will leave."

Song Jixin said with a smile: "That's right, I can see Mister off."

The teacher Mister hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "No need to see me off. Song Jixin, when you go outside the town, remember not to be too public. I have nothing else, 3 books for learning, "Elementary Studies" , "Rites and Music", "Guan Zhi", you can take them together, regular review, you need to know to read 100 times, the meaning is self-seeking. If you can read and break 10000 volumes, if there is a god, the true meaning here... You will naturally know about it in the future. As for the 3 miscellaneous books, the arithmetic "Essence", the chess book "Peach and Plum", and the anthology "Mountain and Sea Plan", you might as well read it in your leisure time, and you can also enjoy your feelings."

Song Jixin was surprised and a little embarrassed, and said boldly: "Mister seems to be'Tuogu', which makes me really uncomfortable."

Mr. Qi smiled softly and said softly: "I don't have such an exaggeration as you said, nowhere in life you will meet, there will always be another day in the future."

When this Mister smiles, it feels like spring breeze.

He suddenly said, "If you go to Zhao Yao and see, you should say goodbye in advance."

Song Jixin stood up and said with a smile: "Okay. Then this chess game will bother Mister to clean up."

The teenager ran away happily.

The middle-aged Confucian leaned over to pick up the chess pieces. They looked like one piece in the east and one piece in the west. They were chaotically, but in fact they were black and white. They started to pick up the black piece that Song Jixin's last set, and moved backwards in order. difference.

I don’t know when, servant girl Zhi Cui has returned from the bamboo forest, just standing outside the Chai Gate and not setting foot in the yard.

He didn't turn his head, said solemnly: "It's a good idea."

The girl who grew up in Mud Bottle Alley was ignorant of expression at this time, weak and timid, and pitiful.

The gentle scholar showed a vaguely angry face, and slowly turned his head to look.

His eyes were cold.

The girl still looked dazed.

simple and naive.

The middle-aged Scholar stood up, handsome like a jade tree, and looked at the young girl, said with a sneer: "Sneer!"

The girl slowly reduced the innocent expression on her face, her eyes gradually became cold, and a sneer smile hung over her mouth.

She seems to be saying, what can you do to me?

She looked directly at the scholar in this way.

Inside and outside the small courtyard, there seems to be a pair of pythons facing each other.

Between the two, look at each other's enemies.

In the distance, Song Jixin shouted: "Zhi Cui, I'm going home."

The girl immediately stood on tiptoe, and happily replied, "Hey, okay, Young Master."

She opened the firewood door and ran past the teacher Mister. After running a few steps, she didn't forget to turn around and cast a 10000 blessing on the back figure, with a pleasant voice, "Mister, Zhi Cui is leaving first."

After a long time, the scholar sighed.

The spring breeze is warm, and the bamboo leaves are swaying like a book.

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The young Daoist wearing a lotus crown, tidying up the stall, sighed, the 100 surnames in the small town he knew about the reason, but he just shook his head and didn't answer.

The last newly married woman who was once married here, passing here, saw the young Daoist so abnormal, shyly stopped, her voice was soft, her mouth was asking questions, and her talking eyes were moisturized. , But wandering hard on the handsome face of the young Daoist.

The young Daoist glanced at the woman silently, and looked down slightly. It was a bulging landscape. Then Daoist swallowed saliva and said, and said a daunting hexagram, "Today Poor Daoist calculated it for himself. Sign, sign, it's a big deal."