Sword of Coming

Government office under the archway.

Chen Dui talked about many strange anecdotes about the world. The little girl from Righteous Sun Mountain heard with keen interest pleasure, and tsk tsk said: "Sister, you know so much."

Chen Dui said with a slight smile: "When you grow up, you will know many things."

Song Jixin half true half false said: "When you get along, I feel like you are quite normal."

The woman raised her long eyebrows slightly and asked, "You mean, in front of your Great Li Dynasty Vassal King Song Changjing, you need to be docile and bow down?"

Song Jixin laughed heartily and pointed at Chen Dui, "Girl, how many ways you are talking, if Mr. Qi from our small town school hears Mister, he will frown, you know, you call it wrong That is, it is very unreasonable. It sounds reasonable at first, but it can’t stand scrutiny at all. What I really mean is, of course, you don’t need to flatter Song Changjing, which shouldn’t be the case, but Song Changjing is good or bad Is it the biggest local tyrant in the Great Li Dynasty, or the leading Martial Dao Great Grandmaster? As an outsider, you go to the countryside and be a little more polite to the owner of a house. Shouldn’t it? Why do you have to put on a bad face Pretending to be an uncle, you said that you would just pretend. After pretending to be beaten to death by Song Changjing, you dare to speak harshly in front of him. I really don’t know how to say hello."

Finally Song Jixin pointed to himself and laughed at himself: "Even people like me who are mean-mouthed and bad-hearted know how to judge the current situation and follow the dishes."

Chen Dui hesitated, and said, "It's a kind of rebuke, I am also a martial practitioner. For you Martial Artist of Eastern Aquarius Continent, speak frankly, I have not been particularly admirable. Of course, I was proved wrong in the end. "

Song Jixin said in surprise: "You are real enough."

Chen Dui said indifferently: "Martial practitioner, who doesn't recognize fists, can recognize anything."

Song Jixin suddenly asked a sharp question, "You outsiders who come to the town to find treasures, seem to have a different reason than we think. Is it because you have a hard fist?"

Chen Dui shook his head and said with a smile: "There is no need for me to explain anything. In the future, as long as you walk out of the town, you will soon become a person like us. When you set foot on the road of cultivation, you will naturally understand, otherwise You don’t understand when I say broken mouth."

Song Jixin said with emotion: "It's so boring to become someone like you."

The little girl gagped and said: "Then go to our Righteous Sun Mountain to play, it's interesting."

Song Jixin touched her little head and said casually: "Okay."

Chen Dui turned his head and looked around, a little nervous instinctively.

I saw the Great Li Dynasty Vassal King with a white robe and jade belt standing on the archway and said to Song Jixin: "Go back to Mud Bottle Alley to pack up and get ready to leave here."

Song Jixin said with a smile: "Go, I will leave my hometown now."

The little girl reluctantly asked: "Leaving home from the well, do you leave home with a well on your back?"

Song Jixin laughed and stood up and said, "Go, send you back to Li Family's house first. This is a beginning and an end."

Song Jixin took the little girl to the door of the government office, turned around and asked, "There will be no assassins on this Good Fortune Street outside the door, right?"

Song Changjing said with a smile: "You have to ask your neighbors and friends."

Song Jixin twitched his lips, turned around and looked at the sky, dark clouds gathered, and there was a sign of rain.

His mood suddenly became extremely bad.

After sending the Righteous Sun Mountain Tao Zi back, Song Jixin was surprised to find that Song Changjing was actually standing under the descendant locust tree. He walked quickly and curiously asked, "Leave in such a hurry?"

Song Changjing nodded said: "I received a message temporarily that there is something outside that needs to be solved by myself, so I took the carriage directly to Mud Bottle Alley and left after packing my things."

Song Jixin looked up, and sure enough, there were 3 carriages parked outside the door of the government office. This should be the first time a teenager has been in a carriage.

Song Jixin bent down to sit in the front carriage, Song Changjing follow closely from behind, sitting cross-legged.

Song Jixin looked around all around, and only the straw futon under his butt was left empty. There was no extravagance in imagination, and it would not give people a paradise surprise.This made Song Jixin a little disappointed. The boy was still looking forward to seeing Zhi Cui's surprise after boarding the carriage.

The crowded horseshoes made a crisp sound on the bluestone street, and three carriages drove out of Good Fortune Street one after another.

Song Changjing raised the curtain and looked at the small town outside the car window. From now on, Great Li Dynasty will completely lose the nominal control of this Small Paradise.

But thinking about it conversely, since the founding of the Great Li Dynasty, it was relying on the huge benefits brought by this Small Paradise that step by step changed from a small separatist force in a corner to the largest secular dynasty in the north of Aquarius Continent. none of them.

Thousand Miles River Mountain Small Paradise.

I am afraid I can only find it in the secret history of the Great Li Dynasty Imperial Palace.

Song Changjing put away his thoughts, and asked casually, "Don't say goodbye to Chen Ping?"

After driving out of Good Fortune Street, the road was uneven. Song Jixin's body began to follow the carriage and shook his head slightly, shook his head and said: "Whether that guy can survive, it's hard to say, 10000 will be waiting for a dead body, how disgusting. He Chen Ping did not My father has no mother, and now even my good friends are dead, so don't I have to let my neighbor handle his funeral?"

Song Changjing un'ed.

Song Jixin asked: "The little girl from Righteous Sun Mountain mentioned a person named Ma Kuxuan, who was from Apricot Blossoms Alley, about the same age as me, as if he offered a bag of support money to hide Chen Ping and the girl. The land was sold to Righteous Sun Mountain. Do you know where this guy came from? I only heard that he was a fool before, and I never wanted to hide so deeply."

Song Changjing thought for a while, "The assassin lurking in the Song Family before assassinated the Great Sui Dynasty prince in Dragon Riding Alley. Some clues have already been found. This involves the young man named Ma Kuxuan. Over the years, that An assassin from the criminal origin has been in contact with Ma Kuxuan many times in private, and it may be a master and disciple relationship. Now True Martial Mountain has intervened and can only be put on hold. After all, there are many True in the Great Li Dynasty army. Martial child, and the official rank is not low."

Song Jixin said with a smile: "Uncle, do you also say'only' time?"

Song Changjing said dismissively: "Who makes this king have a big-tailed identity, shit Great Li Dynasty Vassal King."

When the carriage approached Mud Bottle Alley, Song Jixin intentionally or unintentionally said: "Chen Ping, is it really just Chen Ping?"

Song Changjing laughed blankly, "Before I asked you to move to Mud Bottle Alley, the government office had thoroughly checked the eighteen generations of Chen Ping and his ancestors. He has a very clear context, no problems, and 4 words with wealth and power. , Don’t touch it. Why, that Chen Dui scared you? Don’t worry, this king has roughly guessed her identity, her Chen Clan, and Chen Ping’s ancestor staying in the town, has no connection at all. So relax, Chen Ping is just Chen Ping. It is the Dragon Tail County Chen Clan where Chen Songfeng is located that is barely related to relatives. But if you think about it, relatives who haven't been in contact for several hundred years are still relatives. Besides, Chen Clan, a small town, has fallen to the point that there is only one person who is not a servant girl. The poor are in the downtown area and no one asks them. The rich have distant relatives in the mountains. You have read some books, and you don’t even understand the truth. ?"

Song Jixin still doesn't give up, "What about the eighteen generations before the eighteen generations of the ancestors? There hasn't been a big shot of shocking and stunning? No one?"

Song Changjing said with a smile: "So you want Chen Ping to be more special?"

Song Jixin didn't hide his thoughts, nodded said: "If he is different from ordinary people, I will feel better in my heart."

Song Changjing became more and more curious, jokingly said: "How did that guy bully you and make you so obsessed? But according to what I know about that boy, it doesn't seem like..."

Song Jixin sneered and interrupted the words of Great Li Dynasty Vassal King, "People in small places may not have high vision and have shallow eye sockets, but they must not be considered stupid. Good or good, Pure Heart is simple and kind, and bad. It will be so bad that there will be sores on the top of the head and pus on the soles of the feet, and some people will be really stupid and hopeless, even stupid and bad."

Song Changjing was even more puzzled, "Which kind of Chen Ping is?"

Song Jixin sighed, annoyed: "He doesn't count as any of them, he's such a fool, so I feel so embarrassed."

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Ning Yao squatted in front of the bench and looked at Chen Ping's sleeping face carefully, filled with shock.

These Magical Powers are amazing.

Chen Ping's strange sleeping posture makes the teenager express the meaning of Return to the Natural State from head to toe.

Although Ning Yao is unclear, she is born with an extremely keen intuition about the quality of a Magical Powers technique.

Ning Yao turned his head and asked curiously: "Are you the leader of Chen Ping cultivation?"

The old man smashed the smoke, raised his legs and looked at the dark rain curtain outside the house, said with a smile: "cultivation? This is considered cultivation? Why, now outside Heaven and Earth, there is one more qualified person established. Sect is the ancestor of the guy? That’s why the world is getting worse. The situation on the cultivation path is not as good as a year? It’s not like that. Those who can not be trifled with, since they have become gluttons, they just On this Road of No Return, continue to walk and never allow outsiders to get a share of the pie."

Ning Yao was confused, "Old Senior Yang, what are you talking about?"

The old man was stunned, "Have your parents told you about the old accounts of Old Antique?"

Ning Yao shook his head, "My grandfather's generation left early, and my parents don't like to tell stories about other worlds, for fear that I will run away from home."

Old Head Yang turned his head and looked at the girl carefully, and finally came out a sentence, "How many words are engraved on that city wall?"

Ning Yao honestly replied: "My grandfather's generation had a lot of heroes, so within 100 years, 2 new characters were engraved, and now there are ten 8 characters in total."

The old man sighed: "It's already ten eight characters. Dao Law, Overwhelming, Western Heaven, after six characters, what else is there?"

Ning Yao said solemnly: "Lei Chi has 4 words, sword energy has 4 words, Qi, Chen, Dong."

Old Head Yang frowned and asked: "little girl, there is one word left, was it eaten by you?"

Ning Yao said ill-humoredly: "Forget it!"

The old man didn't break the casserole to ask the end, and changed the question: "It is still the old rule. Every time an Ascension Realm Monster Race is killed, is it qualified to carve a word on the Great Wall?"

Ning Yao frowns saying: "Why do you know so much about the situation in my hometown?"

The old man said with a smile: "A long time ago there was a foreign sword cultivator who had the habit of writing travel notes. He wrote down all the customs and customs all the way, and finally died near our town. I took that thick travel note. Come back, look through it when nothing is up."

Ning Yao doubts the authenticity of this statement.

The old man seemed to have eyes on his back, "believing or not by you."

Ning Yao observed Chen Ping's state, a bit like Daoism sitting and forgetting or Buddhism meditation, and asked: "What's wrong with him?"

Old Head Yang slowly said: "Little death."

People sleep for a small death.

Ning Yao was a little helpless. The old man at Yang Family Shop was either harsh or weird.

The old man said to himself: "Little girl, I ask you, when a person meditates in the heart, what is the so-called voice of the heart?"

Ning Yao was stunned, lost in thought.

Soon she closed her eyes naturally and fell asleep, then fell asleep, and finally she was suddenly nodded and fell asleep.

Old Head Yang stood up, walked around the girl, came to the boy, pointed at Ning Yao with a cigarette stick, and said to the boy: "Look at people, just a few words, you can break the boundary in one fell swoop. Look at you, if you don’t have fartability, I like sir, who sir are you with, God has taken a nap for how many years, and would he be happy to take care of you?"

Old Head Yang returned to his original position and sat, looking at the growing rain curtain outside the house. The heavy rain knocked on the floor of the courtyard, crackle sounded, and the old man’s expression was a little sad, "So many years have passed, I picked it up and found that many People, never thought, are the least hopeful and the hardest."

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A skinny child, carrying a large basket of wild vegetables, with 7 small fishes strung with a dog's tail in his hand, walking in the alleys, after the child opened the door of his own yard, he just walked into the yard next door, Soon there was a Little Young Master wearing a satin shirt, stepping on a stool, and then skillfully climbing on the low courtyard wall, squatting there, ignoring the dirty expensive clothes, said with a smile: "Hey, surnamed Chen's , Have you gone up and down to eat again? Your ability to rely on the mountains to eat the mountains and the water to draught is not small. Can you take me to play with you in the future? I will give you copper coins?"

The skinny child laughed, "No need to pay."

The rich and noble Little Young Master curled his lips and said, "Don't pull it down, I'm not happy to go."

The child picked the small fishes from the dog's tail grass one by one. The big ones were as long as a slap, but the small ones were shorter than their thumbs. The child stood on tiptoe and put it on his own window sill. The fish can be eaten in the sun without salting.There is no need to open the stomach and squeeze the internal organs. It is not that the child is afraid of trouble, because if you do this, there will be no less than 2 pieces of meat left. Anyway, it tastes crunchy and delicious.

After the Little Young Master on the courtyard wall finished speaking, he was actually a little regretful. In fact, he has always been envious of peers’ neighbors. He never goes home empty-handed every time he goes home. Hare, loach, stream fish and wild fruits, he is very excited to see. It's not greedy, it's just greedy, but if he is strong, he is unwilling to change his mouth, and seeing the brisk and carefree appearance of surnamed Chen next door makes him a little unhappy.

You said that you Chen Ping, you are so poor that you can't open the pot every day. You fall asleep in a broken house with 8 sides leaking and you can't even eat a bunch of candied fruit stick all year round. Why are you so happy?

The Little Young Master named Song Jixin on the wall is completely incomprehensible.

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One day, a little child who had nothing to worry about but could only live in Mud Bottle Alley. When he got home, his bloody nose and swollen face were covered with mud.

The girl who had just become his personal servant girl asked him what happened. Song Jixin didn't say anything about it. After returning to her house, she closed the door and lay on the bed.

He quarreled with people today and even fought.There are some vicious words that still linger in the ears, making this self-esteem child's heart like a knife, his face sometimes sad and sometimes hideous.

"Don't you have a bit of stinky money? What's the difference? You are not as good as Chen Ping. Although people have died, they know who their parents are. Do you know who your parents are?"

The child of surnamed Song, tossing about in bed, can't sleep.

On the 2nd day, the child did not squat on the wall to chat with his neighbors as usual, but went unprecedented and walked to Chen Ping's house.

After he spoke to Chen Ping, it didn't take long for Chen Ping to leave the town. He violated the vow he promised when his mother died and went to dragon kiln to become an apprentice at a young age.

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There was a silhouette, standing sneakily at the back door of the shop's main hall. After Old Head Yang caught a glimpse, he didn't say anything, just turned around and disliked it.

The silhouette was particularly injured after seeing the old man's movements.

What hurts him even more is a woman who should be called sister-in-law. She held an umbrella with one hand and fiercely pushed his head away. She strode towards the backyard and the front room. When she saw the old man, she would immediately tear it apart. Shout out.

Old Head Yang sighed, quickly got up and walked out of the room, closed the door, and stood on the steps, looking at the woman who was in a posture of inquiring about crimes. The old man didn't even have any interest in smoking.

The woman stopped and cursed with one hand on her hips: "What are you doing, you guard against thieves?! Old Head Yang, you are the Master of my man anyway, how do you do all these wicked things? Li Er you did good Dude, why did you let him roll the bed? You opened the Yang Family Shop? Ah? Did Li Er sleep with his wife or his master's daughter?!"

The man who was blocked from the street shrank his neck and hid by the back door, wishing to dig a hole and bury himself.

What kind of temper is the master, and what virtue is Li Er and his wife? How could he not know, so he felt that he had to lose his skin if he didn't die this time.

Old Head Yang expressionless, "Done? I went home and called Chun to go after I finished speaking. I heard that the cat's call in the westernmost part of the town hasn't stopped throughout the year. It called during the day and night. Many people moved because of noisyness... "

The woman seemed to be said to be sad, and her voice rose again, "old fart things, you are so embarrassed to say go home! Your discipline has no camp life plan, all day long you know to go around, the roof of our house collapsed 2 days ago , I couldn’t even get the money for sewing and repairing, so I had to take the mountains of gold and silver back to my family’s house. I was bullied! If Li Er hadn’t driven you out of the shop, our family of 4 would be so miserable. ?? Old Head Yang, quickly took out the coffin originally and repaired the house for our family, otherwise I will not finish with you today!"

The old man stared coldly at the hiding man, Zhang Dafeng.

Zhang Dafeng cried and said with a sad face: "Master, Li Er, according to your old instructions, go to do that. I will definitely not come back for a while."

The old man complexion is gloomy.

Zhang Dafeng even had the heart to kneel and kowtow.

The woman lost her oil-paper umbrella and sat on the rain ground, crying, "old fart things, like picking dust, even the daughter-in-law of her own discipline."

The old man moved to a small bench under the eaves, sat down slowly, took out the tobacco from the waist bag, crushed it into a ball and put it in the pipe, smoked the dry smoke, looked up at the sky, and ignored the woman.

Zhang Dafeng watched the woman splattering and rolling in the yard. It rained so heavily. The woman was of a well-natured plump figure and thin clothes, so much work in Yang Family Shop came to join in the fun, one by one stealing fun and feasting on the eyes.

The woman cried so much that she just stopped suddenly, as if she was pinching her neck. After rubbing her eyes, she quickly got up, took the oil-paper umbrella and ran away.

The woman yelled as she ran, "There is a ghost!"

The old man twitched the corner of his mouth, and said, "The rat feces on the incense stand, God hates ghosts."