Chapter 961 Another One

Chunshan Academy, like Linlu Academy in Piyun Mountain, was a government-run academy of the Great Li Dynasty.

The mountains are winding, the wind and smoke are clear, the rivers are surging, and the grass is luxuriant.

An old gentleman was walking alone in the academy. He was wearing a Confucian shirt and had a thin figure. He had his hands behind his back. He walked outside a classroom where the master was teaching. He stopped and did not get too close to the window.

The predecessor of this place was the former site of Dali Mountain Cliff Academy. Just because the word "Ya Ya" was given to the Gao family of the Sui Dynasty, it was renamed and became Chunshan Academy.

It is still the government-run academy of the Dali court. In fact, regarding this matter, the Dali Temple was not without controversy. Some officials from the Cliff Academy, including the six ministries and yamen, all agreed that it should be abandoned and maintained properly, even if it was The Ministry of Household officials who like to be the most prudent and get spit on every day all seconded this matter. In fact, at that time, both the civil and military officials of Da Li felt that it was only a matter of time before Shanya Academy returned to Da Li.

In the end, the name was changed due to the words of Cui Chan, the national preceptor, and there was no objection from the court.

A young teacher who was not required to teach and was responsible for patrolling the academy saw the old gentleman and asked with a smile: "Sir, are you a visitor to the academy, or are you just traveling?"

No matter how relaxed the academy is, there are still some rules.

The old scholar stroked his beard and smiled and said: "We are all travelers on the journey of life. Passers-by do not need to ask their names. The sound of reading is my hometown."

The young master laughed dumbly. Was he having sex with himself?

The old scholar said something strange.

It stands to reason that now all the large and small Confucian temples in various countries in Aquarius Continent, from the capital to the localities, should hang up their portraits again. The young man in front of me, as a Confucian scholar in the academy, has no reason to not recognize him.

By the way, it was probably the hanging portrait in the Confucian Temple that failed to depict half of my appearance and charm.

I turned around and had a good talk with the old drunkard who held the title of Painting Saint. Even if your painting skills are already superb, there is still a chance to make further progress.

The young master from the academy smiled and reminded: "Old sir, it's okay to take a walk. As long as you don't disturb the lectures of the masters, and walk more lightly, there will be no problem. Otherwise, the masters who teach students will have trouble Opinions, I’m going to kick people out.”

The old scholar nodded and praised: "The young man has a good temper, and his patience in teaching should be good. If there is a good thing, I will say it in advance, and if there is a bad thing, I will remind him in advance. There is a way to do things. I can see the subtle things. I see. The atmosphere of your Chunshan Academy is not much different."

The young master felt helpless. This old gentleman was more... a good teacher?

But after all, they were nice words and not annoying at all. It just seems a little too big.

The old gentleman's Dali Mandarin was not authentic. He was probably a scholar from a vassal country. He was old and had to travel a lot to get to the academy in the capital. It was not easy, so the young master took the initiative to talk to the old gentleman. After seeing several beautiful places in Chunshan Academy, the old scholar smiled and nodded his thanks, walked slowly to the window, and quietly listened to the question and answer session between the lecturer and the students inside.

The young master looked back and felt that he looked familiar.

The old gentleman was standing in the corridor with his hands behind his back, listening to the teachings of the lecturer inside.

Perhaps sensing the young master's gaze, the old gentleman turned his head and smiled.

The young master turned and left, shaking his head, still not remembering that he had seen the old gentleman there.

The old scholar continued to listen to the master inside to explain his doubts. Well, very good. What the master used for today's lecture was annotation of one of his works by a descendant of the Yang family in Lingbao County in the early years. Now we are talking in the room. , is the content of the chapter on Dharma. I just mentioned a sentence in the book, why does a gentleman value jade but despise min?

Annotations, collections of explanations, brief explanations, brief annotations, and modern annotations and modern annotations... In fact, there were so many of them in the vast world at that time. The so-called outstanding knowledge was nothing more than that.

Of course, he was later banned by the Confucian Temple, and now that he has resumed his status as an accomplice, all kinds of annotated works have naturally revived... Forget it, this statement is a bit awkward, but anyway, there are so many like bamboo shoots after a rain and crucian carp crossing the river.

When the master in the room was teaching the students, he seemed to be talking about something that was close to his heart. He closed his eyes, sat upright, and recited the full text of the Dharma Act loudly.

The old scholar lay on the window sill, lowered his voice, and asked a young Confucian scholar with a smile: "Do you understand what you sir are saying about Dharma and Practice?"

The young Confucian scholar had actually discovered the old gentleman who was eavesdropping on the lecture a long time ago, and this academy student was obviously bold. While the lecturer's wife was still shaking her head, he grinned and said, "What's wrong with this? In fact, The content of the Dharma Act chapter seems to be very simple in terms of text and meaning, but the commentaries on it by scholars and scholars are more profound and far-reaching."

The young man saw the old gentleman's face full of deep understanding and nodded.

Then the old gentleman asked: "What do you think is the biggest problem with that literary sage who wrote books and preached?"

The young Confucian scholar was stunned, and said with an angry smile: "Old sir, this kind of question is extremely treasonous. You dare to ask, but as a scholar, I don't dare to answer."

The predecessor of Spring Mountain Academy was Cliff Academy, one of Haoran's seventy-two academies. The former owner of the mountain, Mr. Qi, was the direct descendant of Literary Saint. So as a disciple of Chunshan Academy, wouldn't saying this mean to deviate from the orthodoxy and deceive the master and destroy the ancestors?

The old man smiled and said: "What do you dare to do? Some people dare to say that the Six Classics annotated me, so what are you afraid of? I heard that your mountain chief advised you to avoid arrogance and bias in your life, and to avoid narrow-mindedness in your studies. When writing, you must avoid clichés and must express your own opinions, and publish what no one has said before. I think this is very good. How come you don't even dare to have your own opinions? I feel that all the knowledge in the world has been given to you. The saints of the Confucian Temple have finished speaking, we just need to endorse it, we are not allowed to have our own opinions?"

The current head of the mountain, Wu Linzhuan, has been eager to learn since he was a child. He reads every book he comes across and is rigorous in his studies. He once served as the academic official of several states in the Dali area. He has been dealing with the knowledge of sages all his life. Although he is a good scholar, his rank is not low in fact. He was not a serious official. After resigning in his later years, he lectured in several government academies. It is said that during the period of banning literary and sage learning, he worked hard to collect a large number of book editions and personally published the proofs. In the early years of the Great Li Dynasty, During the reform of the imperial examination system, it was this person who first proposed that the imperial court must increase its economy, armaments and arithmetic.

The young Confucian scholar hesitated for a moment. Come on, the man in front of him must be an old gentleman who failed in the imperial examination and was mediocre in his studies. Otherwise, he would not be able to say these "big words", but he really spoke to the heart of the young Confucian scholar. Then he mustered up the courage and whispered: "I think that the literary sage is very knowledgeable, but he talks more about etiquette and less about benevolence and righteousness, which is a bit inappropriate."

The old gentleman continued to ask: "Then what do you think we should do? Have you thought of a remedy?"

The young Confucian scholar looked shy, "I secretly thought about it when I had nothing to do. Of course, it must be very vulgar and biased. We are just two masters who teach the works of literary saints in our academy. Well, this master is one of them now. He often cares about himself." When I walked in the academy and recited the sage's work over and over again, I couldn't help but shed tears. I admire the sage of literature the most, so I don't dare to take out that nonsense article."

The teacher who had finished reciting the Dharma Act saw the "absent-minded" student muttering toward the window. The master suddenly slapped his ruler and shouted softly, "Zhou Jiagu!"

The young Confucian scholar was dumbfounded. Not only had he been caught by the Master, but the key point was that the old gentleman outside the window was so unjust that he suddenly disappeared.

Zhou Jiagu stood up tremblingly.

Then Zhou Jiagu noticed outside the window that a large group of old masters from the academy, led by the Academy Chief, came.

Then, an old man who had just shrunk his head and knelt down and crouched under the wall outside the window stood up angrily.

The old gentleman was really not thin-skinned. He laughed with Zhou Jiagu and explained, "I haven't been standing here for a long time. It's a bit tiring."

Zhou Jiagu noticed that the lecturer's face was flushed, and mistakenly thought that the master felt disturbed by others. The young man immediately explained: "Mr. Fan, this is my distant uncle. He is here to visit me in the academy today." Well, uncle doesn’t know the rules of the academy, so it’s my fault.”

The old scholar stroked his beard and nodded with a smile.

Very kind.

Older scholars should refrain from saying a few weird words that are pretense of shocking. Don't be afraid that young people will not remember themselves.

Don't just slap the hat on young people. If people's hearts are not in the old times, it's time to pull them down. In fact, he just changed from a little bastard to an old bastard.

No matter how disappointed the old people are, they should always be full of hope for young people.

The world in the future will get better and better.

Then Zhou Jiagu found that Master Fan was so excited that he stumbled out of the classroom.

Finally standing in the corridor under the eaves, Master Fan looked solemn, straightened his clothes, and bowed to the old gentleman.

In addition, all the old masters, including the master of Chunshan Academy, were in the same position and couldn't afford to bow.

It seems that as long as the literary saint does not speak, he will keep bowing.

The old scholar waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be so stubborn. I haven't eaten cold pig heads for many years. I'm not used to it."

All the academy masters slowly stood up.

Wu Linzhuan, the headmaster of Chunshan Academy, stepped forward quickly and asked softly: "Mr. Wen Sheng, are you going to drink tea somewhere else?"

The old scholar shook his head, walked to Master Fan, and said with a smile: "Mr. Fan, why don't we discuss it, and in the second half of the class, I will give a lecture on Dharma to the students?"

Master Fan bowed again, his lips trembling and unable to speak.

The old scholar walked into the classroom, and dozens of academy students in the room all stood up and bowed.

Especially Zhou Jiagu, who had been chatting with Master Wen Sheng for a long time, was completely confused now.

The old scholar raised his hand and said, "No need to be polite, knowledge is important, please sit down."

All the academy masters, including Mr. Fan, just stood outside by the window and listened to the teachings of the sages. No one competed with the students in the room for seats.

The old scholar smiled and said: "Before explaining the chapter on Dharma, I will first explain to Zhou Jiagu why he talks more about etiquette and less about benevolence and righteousness. Before that, I would like to hear Zhou Jiagu's opinion on how to remedy it."

The old scholar looked at the young Confucian scholar and joked: "Zhou Jiagu, don't be afraid of saying the wrong thing. Even if you say the wrong thing, I don't care. Who dares to care? Is this the truth?"

Zhou Jiagu said in a trembling voice: "Master Wen Sheng... I'm a little nervous, so... I'm speechless."

The old scholar smiled and asked: "Then I will give the lecture first? When will you stop being nervous and say hello to me again?"

Zhou Jiagu wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded vigorously.

Master Fan outside the window laughed and cursed in his heart, "You brat, you are so courageous, do you dare to discuss knowledge with Mr. Wen Sheng?" As expected of the students I taught.

I have to ask Zhou Jiagu about the detailed process later.

On this day, nearly a thousand teachers and students from Chunshan Academy were crowded outside the classroom.

After the Confucian literary sage was restored to the throne of the Confucian Temple, he first preached, taught and solved doubts in the vast world, in the Dali Chunshan Academy in Aquarius Continent.

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After Chen Ping'an left in a swagger, the three people in the alley, the formation master Han Zhoujin, the capital master Daolu Ge Ling, and the Yin Yang family Sui Lin, each looked at each other, and they were all a little discouraged. After all their efforts, they still couldn't detain each other. Getting up, the eleven people deduced dozens of possibilities in the inn for this fight that they originally thought would be extremely dangerous, and the three of them were responsible for setting up an ambush to invite you into the urn.

When it comes to setting up the formation, a slight difference can make a huge difference, especially when it comes to the operation of the small world. For example, choosing a wider street outside the alley is also the only way for Chen Ping'an to pass. However, the formation has more borders with the heaven and the earth. Not only does it maintain It is more difficult to operate a large formation, and there are many flaws. Sword cultivators happen to be the best at breaking through all kinds of magic with one sword.

The female ghost Gaiyan and Lu Hui stood side by side on a wall. She complained, "It's not enough, it's over before the fight even starts."

I don’t believe in evil. I really can’t touch Mr. Chen’s clothes?

In the alley, Han Zhoujin smiled bitterly and walked out of the alley with Ge Ling, saying: "It's really difficult to deal with a hidden official."

Since there was no fight, Ge Ling had nothing to do and knocked on the wall of the alley, "I really have a headache."

On the Dali spy side, there are not many records about the concealed identity of Wei Yan. We only know that he is the leader of the Hundred Sword Immortals in Tuoyue Mountain. However, as the chief disciple of Wenhai Zhoumi, the content of the Sword Immortal Shou Chen is extremely detailed. The earliest record is Shou Chen. The sword question between Chen and Zhang Lu and the subsequent records of Shou Chen’s deeds are very lengthy. And at the end of that A-shaped secret record, there were notes written by two national masters, saying that top assassins are expected to ascend to the realm.

Sui Lin put away a total of six rare sword-locking talismans made of gold, as well as several talismans specially used to capture the flow of Chen Ping's energy.

There is a saying that Chen Ping'an hit the mark with. They, the eleven Earthly Branches, are really rich.

Just like this fight, a lot of Guyu money was consumed even before it started.

Not only do they have at least one and a half immortal weapons, as long as they want to spend money, the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Punishment have jointly set up a private treasury for them. As long as they ask for money or things, the Dali court will give it to them. Each of the Rites and Punishment Departments has a minister who is personally watching the matter. The person in charge of the Punishment Department is none other than Zhao Yao.

Han Zhoujin was a little annoyed. He had lost two games in a row. Even if he lost to Chen Ping'an, he was still aggrieved. "Where is the flaw? It seems like he knew it was a trap from the beginning. Could it be that every time he goes out, every few steps he takes, he will be aggrieved." When he meets someone on the road, he will tell his fortune, right?"

In the distance, Yu Yu said in his heart: "It may be the title of 'Mr. Chen'. It may also be some kind of intuition honed on the battlefield. Just like punches are fed, intuition can also be cultivated. We still experience fighting." Too little."

Gaiyan, nicknamed "Painter", was a little embarrassed. She was the one who pretended to be young Zhao Duanming at that time.

Yuan Huajing said: "Everyone has withdrawn."

Song Xu stopped talking, but still didn't say anything and went back.

Chen Pingan returned to the inn, and before crossing the threshold, he took out a paper bag from his sleeve.

Seeing Chen Ping'an, the old man put down the "Jialing Bamboo Carvings" in his hand and said with a smile: "You are such a busy man, where are you going to pick up money to make money?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Come on, I almost got sacked by a group of thieves."

Of course the old man didn't take it seriously and joked: "There are still kidnappers in our capital city now? Even if there are, they don't know how to find a rich man?"

Chen Pingan put the bag on the counter, "I bought a lot on the way back. If you don't mind, the shopkeeper can use it to drink."

The old man nodded and smiled. It was a bag of mahua. It didn't cost much, but it was all from his heart.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the book, "The old shopkeeper not only likes porcelain, but also this one? In addition to a few bamboo fans, I also have a pair of arm rests, respectively painted with happy eyebrows and three thousand peach fruits, Manxian style. Not me. Bragging, even if it’s a fake work, is still worth some money.”

"How can it be that it is really the bamboo carving of Manxian... Forget it, you are good at making up stories, so I guess you won't have to worry about buying it as the real thing."

The old man saw that this boy was in the same camp again, so he pushed the book over while making insulting remarks, and said proudly: "Porcelain and bamboo carvings are nothing, black tigers understand them."

Chen Ping'an lay on the counter and shook his head, "It's really not enough to just read a few books to make rubbings on inscriptions and inscriptions. The knowledge is too deep and the threshold is too high. You have to read authentic works, and you have to read a lot before you can really get started. Anyway, there are no shortcuts or tricks. To catch those authentic works, just one word: look, two words, look more, three words, puke when you see them."

The old man laughed and scolded: "It doesn't hurt to stand and talk, so you kid has seen too much?"

"To be honest, I've seen a lot."

"You're a gangster, you think you're a god on the mountain, you're bragging and you don't do any drafts?"

"Bragging that requires drafting is not considered transformation."

Chen Ping'an was in a relaxed mood, chatting casually with the old man, leaning on the counter, flipping through books at will, tapping the floor with his toes, memorizing the picture books and rubbings of everyone's masterpieces, as well as sayings like "Dapu doesn't cut it."

To be in harmony with others is to be close to others.

An official from the Ministry of Revenue, an old woman from the Fire Temple, an old monk named Liu Gao, a young man named Zhao Duanming, and the innkeeper.

Queen Mother Dali, stop and let the two sides speak at eye level.

Every detail is not about who the other person is, but who you are. Then you have to care about who you are and who the other person is.

After returning the book, when he arrived at the house, Chen Pingan found that Ning Yao was also reading a book, but in a different book.

Chen Pingan gently closed the door, and Ning Yao ignored him. Although the last book, from beginning to end, did not reveal the true identity of the man with the green robe and beautiful beard who looked at Spring and Autumn under the lamp, and the length was not long, Ning Yao felt that this The position is the most vivid in the book, and it is the strong one.

Chen Pingan poured himself a bowl of tea and took a sip.

Ning Yao didn't even raise his head and said, "The last words at the entrance of the alley are not like your usual style."

Chen Pingan leaned back on the chair, clasped the back of his head with both hands, and said with a smile: "Daoist Master Sun taught me that on the way to practice, when the young geniuses I meet are still young and not mature enough, I have to beat them a few times quickly to break their mentality. If the shadow comes, I will gain prestige if I walk around the world in the future."

The world is on the mountain. Everyone has his or her own style.

Zheng is in the middle of Baidi City, and Wu Shuangjiang is the one who gets rid of the palace at the end of the year.

Fu Lu Yuxuan, the Great Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, is another type of person.

Taoist Master Guan Sun of Daxuandu and Zhenren Huolong of Paidi Peak are in another category of people.

Ning Yao suddenly smiled, "How can you come up with so many weird words? Can't you use them all?"

Chen Ping'an held back his laughter, "I heard it on the road and read it in the book. My family fortune is all accumulated bit by bit."

Ning Yao asked: "You can't teach yourself without a teacher?"

Chen Ping'an rubbed his chin and said seriously: "Master, will you give me some food?"

Ning Yao said casually: "It's actually quite frustrating for this group of monks to face you. They have so many back-ups and they're all useless."

Chen Pingan nodded, "But to be honest, when I reach the immortal realm one day in the future, maybe this group of Dali dead men on Aquarius Island will fill the twelve earthly branches for me. One of the biggest potential dangers.”

After all, every time Bai Yujing used his sword, he followed the rules, and what Chen Pingan was least afraid of in his life were rules.

That's why Chen Ping'an took the initiative to go to the Xianjia Inn. Of course, in addition to getting to know the basics and practice of the eleven people, he also really hoped that this group of people could grow faster and in the future on the mountains of Aquarius Continent. It is very likely that each of them will have a place on the top of a mountain in Yizhou.

Chen Ping'an's thoughts and actions seemed very contradictory. Since they were both hidden dangers that should not be underestimated, he was willing to help the other party grow.

Chen Ping'an casually picked up a novel on the table, flipped through a few pages, and started punching and kicking. The martial arts masters would tell themselves their moves, for fear that their opponents would not know their own skills.

Look, Cao Ci was like this at the Confucian Temple at that time. Next time we meet, as a friend, I must persuade him.

Besides, how many punches did you, Cao Ci, create, less than thirty? I am different and less than thirty.

Ning Yao suddenly said: "What's going on? You seem a little uneasy. Is there something wrong with the Fire Temple, or is there something wrong with the Hubu Yamen?"

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then put down the book, "It's not quite right. It has nothing to do with the Fire Temple or the Household Office, so it's very strange and makes no sense."

Ning Yao didn't ask any more questions.

She saw Chen Ping'an take out the piece of red paper from his sleeve, pour some crumbs of thousands-year-old earthy yellow mud on the yellow paper, start to twist some of the earth, put it into his mouth and taste it.

Ning Yao said: "You can really be a situational master."

Be a housekeeper, be a good fortune teller, be a charlatan, be a fortune teller, write family letters, open a restaurant...

Chen Ping'an wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "You have too many skills to overcome."

Ning Yao asked: "That young ghost cultivator named Zeng on Qingxia Island?"

Chen Ping'an said: "I won't tell Zeng Ye clearly what to say, so I just mentioned it to him. In the future, I can travel to the Great Li capital and increase my experience in the world. After that, it depends on his own luck and destiny."

Ning Yao said for no reason: "I have a very good impression of that Ma Duyi, she has a big heart. Is she still living in that fox skin talisman?"

Chen Pingan quickly glanced at Ning Yao.

Fortunately, it's not an irony.

Chen Pingan immediately nodded and said: "Yes, she has always liked that pair of talisman skins back then. Everyone has a love for beauty."

Ning Yao asked doubtfully: "Don't you want them to simply leave Shujian Lake and settle in Luopo Mountain?"

Chen Pingan shook his head: "Everyone has his own fate."

Traveling in the world is difficult, more difficult than mountains and more dangerous than water.

Dangerous mountains and rivers destroy cars and boats, but the road is smoother than the human heart.

Therefore, on that trip, Miss Su, the dull and honest young man Zeng Ye, the cheerful and lively Ma Duyi, and many more people who traveled together were actually Chen Ping'an's protectors.

Chen Ping'an shook his sleeves. When he had nothing to do at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he refined all the characters in the Landscape Travel Notes. There were quite a lot of characters. He took out twenty-four characters from the sleeves of his green shirt, and then just gathered them together. Became the eleven names of the earthly branch monks.

Song Xu, Han Zhoujin, Ge Ling, Yu Yu, Lu Hui and Houjue. Yuan Huajing, Sui Lin, changed to beauty, but survived. Hard work.

Two sword cultivators, a formation master, a Confucian scholar, a Taoist priest, a monk, a military strategist, a Yin-Yang cultivator, and a ghost cultivator.

The young man’s trump card is unknown at the moment.

That young cavalryman was named Kushou. Except for the heroic spirit's night tour, when this person took action once, he did not take action in the two battles in the capital after that.

While Chen Ping'an looked at these names, he distractedly immersed his consciousness in the small world and carefully checked the soul and various air palaces. There was nothing strange, and there were no traces of tampering with the robe on his body.

The small Taoist temple that I passed by earlier is the administrative office of the Daozheng Government Office in the capital. There is a couplet hanging on it: The Golden Courtyard of Pines and Cypresses is the Blessed Place for Raising the True One, and the Ruins of the Spiritual Cultivating Spirit of Eternal Taoism.

At the Fire Temple, Aunt Feng entertained the guests with Baihua Brew. Because Chen Pingan saw the doorway sealed with red paper and mud and asked about paying tribute, Aunt Feng mentioned two forces by the way, Fengdu Ghost Mansion, Fangzhu Mountain, and Qingjun. , governs the blessed land of cave and heaven on earth and all earthly immortals' registrations, excluding the registrations of dead people and the names of higher beings.

Especially the latter, and because Chen Ping'an mentioned Jiudu Mountain in Aaizhou, judging from Aunt Feng's words, Fangzhu Mountain has probably become a thing of the past, otherwise the founder of Jiudu Mountain would not have received part of the broken mountain and inherited a share of Taoism. Yunxianmai.

The ruins of the Immortal Palace refined by Formation Master Han Zhoujin, as well as Yu Yu's Sword Immortal retinue, obviously have a long history and ancient atmosphere. Could it be some hint from Aunt Feng? Maybe those jars of Baihua Liquor were actually just a teaser to reveal the secret?

The magical powers on the mountain are endless and difficult to guard against. Just talking about the natal flying swords of the world's sword cultivators, how many incredible magical powers do they have? Countless.

Chen Pingan suddenly said: "The old coachman from before had a bad temper and was very arrogant. The first thing he said when we met was to tell me to fart quickly."

In fact, Chen Pingan really wanted to practice with him.

Ning Yao nodded, then continued to read, and said casually, "Don't let your bad habits go, why don't you chop him to death?"

Chen Pingan was speechless and sighed, "If we really have to fight, I can't kill him with just a night swim, right?"

Ning Yao said something meaningless, "Guan Yiran understands you very well, no wonder we became friends."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "When we were at Shujian Lake, Guan Yiran helped a lot, and he didn't have the airs of a rich and powerful family member."

What I was thinking in my heart was that I was the one who gave me both the inkstone and the wine. Is it a sin for you, Guan Yiran, to repay your friend like this? After that, the Changpu River Wine Shop is waiting.

In fact, Ning Yao doesn't really like to talk about Shujian Lake, because it is the most difficult thing for Chen Pingan to get over.

She couldn't bear to say anything more. Even if she took the initiative to mention it, it would only be a woman like Ma Duyi. In fact, some past events have never really passed. There are only two types of things in the past that can't be remembered at all, and the other is the kind of past events that can be talked about casually.

Chen Pingan put his arms on the table and said with a smile: "You know, I grew up eating hundreds of meals. In addition to being grateful and thinking about people's kindness, I can't help but observe the words and expressions. Otherwise, it will be easy for those kind-hearted people to be in trouble. They are embarrassed by their loved ones in their own lives."

Ning Yao put down the book and said softly: "For example?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said with a smile: "For example, there is an old lady in Mawei Alley. She often gives me things, and she also deliberately gives them secretly behind her family's back. Then she once passed by her house and pulled me to chat. Grandma's daughter-in-law, who happened to be here, started to say some nasty things, not only to Grandma, but also to me, saying how could such a strange thing happen and that none of the things in the house had been stolen? , could it be that he has become a spirit, grown legs, and can go to other people's homes?"

Ning Yao asked: "Then what should you do?"

Chen Pingan thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "There is nothing we can do."

After a moment of silence, Chen Ping'an picked up the water bowl and said, "Just when I thought of the old grandma, she was holding her right sleeve with her left hand, standing at the door, with her back to her family members, who were all her juniors, but she wanted to treat me like this. Outsiders try to smile, as if they are afraid that I will be unhappy. In fact, after parting with my grandma, walking alone on the road will feel uncomfortable. What’s even more uncomfortable is that I don’t know that on that day, grandma How do you get along with your relatives?"

So later, on the Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake, drinking at the same table with Liu Zhimao, who was supposed to beat each other to death, was that a big deal? Not at all.

Ning Yao lay on the table and asked: "When you were a child, did your neighbors take the initiative to help you with all matters of honor and pleasure?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "How is it possible? Some of the words are really unpleasant, so I don't care about talking to them."

Then Chen Ping'an laughed, "Of course, at that time, I was really not very good at quarreling. I couldn't quarrel even if I wanted to. But there are ways to keep myself from feeling aggrieved. To grab water in the middle of the night, I have to fight my way through other people's houses. You know a small dam that blocks water from entering the fields, right?"

Looking at Chen Pingan who stretched out his hand to gesture, Ning Yao shook his head, "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I can imagine it."

Chen Ping'an's eyes were shining, and for the first time he was a little childishly proud, "At that time, I could find a place to hide in the fields and stay there all night, but others didn't have the patience, so no one competed. Beat me."

In Ning Yao's impression, Chen Ping'an had all kinds of eyebrows, faces, and expressions, but he rarely showed the high spirits and complacency he felt at the moment.

A small child who has been tanned by the sun and is not afraid of walking at night, let alone ghosts or ghosts. He often lies alone on the field ridge, crosses his legs, bites grass roots, and occasionally waves his hands to scare away mosquitoes and flies, just like that. Look at the bright moon or the extremely bright starry sky.

A lonely child lay on the ground looking at the sky.

At this moment, his chin rested on his arm, and the man smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Ning Yao picked up the book again.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I'll read a book too."

A mustard seed in the mind, patrolling the small world of the human body, finally came to the shore of the Heart Lake. Chen Pingan quickly looked through the secret files of the summer palace, but there was no entry for Fangzhu Mountain. Chen Pingan did not give up, and continued to think about the record of immortality and immortality. Record... some small gains, but I still can't piece together a reasonable context.

Chen Ping'an spent a lot of energy and energy to build a library on the bank of the heart lake to store all the books and classify them into categories for easy selection and reference. It is like fishing, the fishing rod is an empty library, and the mind is That fishing line, using a certain keyword, word, or sentence as a fishhook, throws it to the library, and when the pole is lifted up, it can pull out a certain book or several books "fish in the pond."

No one taught Chen Pingan this method. Chen Pingan learned it from Wen Haizhou and his disciple Pei Qian. After understanding it thoroughly, he had this magical power.

After leaving the night boat, Chen Pingan was busy with another thing. On the heart lake, he carefully gathered and refined a drop of time water, a kendo seed, and a bamboo ruler, each suspended in the air, and used by Chen Pingan respectively. to measure time, weight and length. This is what Chen Ping'an and Li Sheng learned. They create their own weights and measures within the small world of the human body. In this way, even if they are trapped in someone else's small world, they will not become disoriented.

It's a pity that with half of Hedao's Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Ping'an completely lost the Yin and Yang gods. Otherwise, Chen Ping'an would only be able to practice faster.

Chen Ping'an was standing by the water at the moment, with the undulating sun and moon and the flowing Milky Way above his head. The people on the shore looked down at the people in the water.

Chen Ping'an put away his sight, and as soon as he turned around, he immediately turned his head and looked at his reflection in the heart lake. He frowned and remembered the young monk who seemed to have no sense of existence, Kushou.

Hard work?

This is a chess proverb.

For example, Pei Qian, the founder of his disciple, is the bitter hand of Taihui Sword Sect Baishou. Of course, Guo Zhujiu is also a bit like Pei Qian's bitter hand. It is a typical example of one thing reducing another.

Then Chen Ping'an in Ni Ping Lane is the hard work of Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane.

Cao Ci is undoubtedly Chen Ping's biggest trouble in martial arts, while swordsman Liu Cai is his biggest trouble in swordsmanship.

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked back to the water, sat cross-legged, and began to close his eyes and meditate, making a hand gesture, but soon opened his eyes.

A little bald man came riding on a fire dragon from a hunting expedition. He sat high on the fire dragon's head and said, "If you want to ask about the past, who is the recipient of this life?"

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "I understand the truth."

The little bald man asked: "Remember your second wish?"

Chen Pingan nodded. Medicine Master Buddha has twelve great wishes, the second of which is the wish that the light of the body breaks through darkness and enlightens all living beings.

I hope that when I achieve Bodhi in the next life, my body will be like glass, clear inside and outside, pure and flawless, bright and vast, with towering merits, my body will be well settled, and my flames will be more majestic than the sun and moon. May all living beings in the dark world be enlightened and do whatever they want. Various undertakings.

A thousand-year-old darkroom can be illuminated by just one light.

The little bald man crossed his arms across his chest and said angrily: "'Praying to the Bodhisattva is useful'. This sentence was said by you yourself when you were a child, but what did you think when you grew up? Looking back, everything you did when you were a child I went up the mountain to collect medicine and went down the mountain to cook medicine. Is it effective? Does this count as being sincere and effective?"

Chen Ping'an snorted lightly.

The little bald man rode the dragon and left. He was cursed and cursed, and Chen Ping'an suffered all the curses. He was silent for a long time. When he stood up, he looked at the water and looked at himself, and said to himself: "The biggest trouble is mine?"

Then Chen Pingan's face turned livid, "Are these bastards desperate for their lives?!"

Mustard Zi's mind quickly exited the small world. Chen Ping'an didn't even have time to say anything to Ning Yao. He retreated to the mountains and rivers in one step, went straight to the Xianjia Inn, and punched open the restrictions on the mountains and rivers.

Over at Renyun Yiyun Tower, the long sword pierced the sky at night, dragging a dazzling sword light above the capital, and was held by Chen Pingan in his hand.

Chen Ping'an's body was floating on the ridge of a roof, holding a sword in his right hand and five thunder clusters in his left hand. He even sacrificed the bird in the cage and the moon in the well at the same time.

If they are not careful, these guys will accidentally hit each other and attract another "Chen Ping'an".

Pure as God.