Sword of Coming

A Confucian with a double comet cream, with a young man, left the homesickness and went downstairs to the archway. The town's biggest teaching book, Mr., his face is a bit stunned, and his fingers are pointing to the top of his head. "Why don't you let the four words?"

Juvenile Zhao Wei, who is both a disciple and a gentleman, looks up and looks down the line of sight. He does not hesitate: "Our Confucianism teaches the word with the word of Ren, and the four words are taken from the 'benefits, not allowed to the teacher', meaning It is said that our readers should respect the teacher, but before the benevolence and morality, there is no need to be modest."

Mr. Qi asked: “Don’t be humbly? Is it ‘not’, what?”

The young man in the green shirt looks clean and clear, and compared to the aggressive and sharp-mindedness of the Song salary, the temperament is more gentle and restrained, just like the first hair hibiscus, naturally cute. When Mr. asked the question of this hidden mystery, the young man did not dare to take it lightly and carefully consider it. He felt that Mr. was studying his own knowledge. The middle-aged Confucian looked at the disciples of the disciples as if they were close to the enemy. They smiled and patted the shoulders of the teenager. "It’s just a matter of asking, not nervous. It seems that I was too detained by your nature before, carved. Over-experience, let you live like a statue placed in Wenchang Pavilion, slap on the face, tell the rules everywhere, everything is reasonable, tired is not tired ... but at present, it is a good thing."

The juvenile is somewhat puzzled, but the gentleman has taken him to the other side. He still looks up at the four-character plaque. The Confucian look is stretched. I don’t know why, the unspoken teacher, actually talked about many interesting cases. The disciple said: "Before you did not let the four characters squander, the person who wrote this plaque, was the first person in the world, and caused a lot of arguments, such as the pattern, the struggle of the gods and bones, the 'archaic' '今妍' The battle for blasphemy has not yet been finalized. Rhyme, law, meaning, posture, and calligraphy are four senses. For thousands of years, this person has won the double leader, and it is simply not giving half of his life to his peers. As for this, ', it is a bit of fun. If you look carefully, you should be able to find out that although the four characters are similar in terms of pen, structure, and gods, in fact, they were written separately by the four Taoist ancestors, and there were two. The old gods still have letters and correspondences, and they are arguing for a quarrel. They want to write the mysterious 'Xi' character, and they are not willing to write the vulgar word of 'words'..."

Then the Confucianism took the boy and then went to the "Mo," and he looked around and looked away. "The homesickness that you originally studied will soon be closed by several big families because there is no teacher." Or simply push down, build a small Taoist temple or set up a statue of Buddha for the pilgrim to burn incense, there is a Taoist or a monk presided over, year after year, until the term of Jiazi, during the period may be 'substitute' two or three times, so as to avoid the town people My heart is doubtful, but it is nothing but a crude obstacle. Just here, to complete a sesame-sized magical method, if you leave it outside, it may be equal to the grandeur of the gods knocking the drums and spring thunder and shaking the heavens and the earth..."

Later, the voice of the gentleman is as fine as a mosquito, even if the reading lang Zhao erects his ears, he can't hear clearly.

Mr. Qi sighed, his tone was helpless and exhausted: "A lot of things, this is a secret that can't be revealed. It doesn't matter until now, but we are reading people after all, or we have to talk about the face. Not to mention my Qi Jingchun. If you take the lead and break the rules, it is tantamount to guarding your own stolen, it is really ugly to eat."

Zhao Wei suddenly took the courage to say: "Sir, the students know that you are not a laity, this town is not an ordinary place."

Confucian curious smiled: "Oh? Tell me."

Zhao Wei pointed to the twelve-footed archway, "This place, together with the iron lock well of Xinghua Lane, and the covered bridge with two iron swords hanging from the bottom of the bridge, the old banyan tree, Taoyexiang The peach trees, as well as the Fu Lu Street where my Zhao family is located, the Gu Yu posts and the heavy Yang posts posted every year are very strange."

The Confucian interrupted the boy. "Is it strange? How strange it is. You grew up here since childhood. You have never gone out. Have you seen the scenery outside the town? There is no comparison, why come here?"

Zhao Wei said: "Mr. those books, the content I have long been familiar with, the peach blossoms in Taoye Lane, and the description of the poems in the book, the access is very big. Then, the teacher teaches, why only pass the three books, focus on literacy After the study, what books should we read? Reading, and what to do? What is the 'entertainment' in the book? What is the dynasty for Tian Shelang, 暮登天子堂? What is 'Tianzi Zhongyinghao, the article teaches Cao'? The two kiln supervisors never talked about the imperial court, the capital, and the world, but..."

Confucianism smiled and said: "Yes, I can say no benefit."

Zhao Wei immediately stopped talking.

Self-proclaimed Qi Jingchun's Confucian singer: "Zhao Wei, you need to be careful and cautious in the future, remembering that the evil spirits are mostly out of the mouth. Therefore, the gentlemen above the sages are cautious and independent, and they are afraid of至. As for the saints, such as the mountain owners of the 72 colleges... these people can be like the Taoist real people, the Buddhist family, the Luohan, the words become swearing, the words and the law. After reaching this realm, the high-ranking people of the sub-family are collectively referred to as the land gods. It is a footstep. But these characters, everyone is like a dragon, some are tall, like the statues in the Taoist temple, unattainable. Some of the dragons are not seen at the end, and ordinary people can't find them."

Zhao Wei was so confused that he fell into the clouds.

Zhao can't help but ask: "Sir, why are you saying this today?"

Confucian face open-minded, smiled and said: "You have a gentleman, I naturally have a gentleman. And my husband ... do not say anything, in short, I thought it would be able to survive for decades, suddenly found some behind-the-scenes, even this I don’t want to wait any time. So this time I can’t take you out of town, you need to go out on your own. Some innocuous truths should also be revealed to you. You should just listen to a story. Just hope that you Understand a truth, there are days outside the sky, there are people on the people, no matter how you Zhao Yi is 'blessed, good fortune', can not be satisfied, and slack."

The well water drops, and the leaves are off the branches, which are all signs.

The reader named Qi Jingchun reminded: "Zhao Wei, remember the leaf that I let you collect?"

Juvenile reading lang nodded hard, "put it with the seal that Mr. gave away."

"Where is the leaves under the sun leaving the branches, so green and tender, fresh and delicate? Thousands of people in the town, the people who have this 'Fuyin', there are only a handful, the leaves, you can often play, later said There is still a chance."

The Confucian eyes are deep-eyed. "In addition, I have been letting you do good deeds in the town over the years. No matter who you are going to treat each other with courtesy and sincerity, you will gradually understand the mystery." Those seemingly inconspicuous trivial things, dripping water through the stone, and finally gaining benefits, may not be worse than holding a "local county"."

The boy found a yellow bird parked on the stone beam, occasionally jumping and screaming.

After the Confucian hands were negative, he looked up at the yellow bird and looked dignified.

The teenager does not see any difference.

Confucian Qi Jingchun suddenly looked over the mud bottle lane, and the more frowning.

The Confucian sighed softly: "The locusts gradually smelled the sound of spring, and they broke through the soil. Just as a guest, sneaking under the eyes of the owner, doing the trick, is it too big? I really thought that leaning on it. You can do whatever you want here with a small bowl of water."

Zhao Wei is worried, "Mr.?"

Confucianism waved his hand and signaled that the matter had nothing to do with the boy, but took him to the last side of the forehead.

Juvenile Zhao Wei seems to suddenly hear a spring thunder locust, suddenly stopped, his eyes straight and dull.

Not far away, there was a black girl wearing a hat, the tulle obscured the face, the shape was well-proportioned, neither slender nor plump, she wore a long sword and green with a white scabbard around her waist. The scabbard knife, standing under the "gas rushing bull", her arms around her chest, raised her head.

The Confucian was funny and coughed softly.

The young lang is just a slap in the face, and he has not grasped the reminder of the "nothing to see".

The Confucian scholar smiled, but he did not say anything, but instead coughed out loudly, letting the young man beside him looked at the girl.

The girl seems to have never noticed the young man’s sight.

She seems to appreciate the four characters of "qiqio bullfighting", which is more solemn and solemn than the other three. The big word of this plaque is written in a single line, and the charm is almost indiscriminate.

she likes!

The boy suddenly woke up. It turned out that Mr. took a picture of his shoulder and smiled. "Zhao Wei, you should go back to school and move things home."

The teenager turned his face and lowered his head. He returned to school with his husband.

The girl slowly released the five fingers holding the handle.

In the distance, Confucian teased: "Zhao Wei, Zhao Wei, I saved your life."

The teenager was shocked: "Mr.?"

The Confucian hesitated a bit, and looked calmly: "I will see her in the future, you must detour."

The gentle and elegant T-shirts are somewhat surprised and somewhat lost. "Sir, why is this?"

Qi Jingchun thought about it and said a remark that made her decisive. "She is sharp and unparalleled, and she is destined to be a sheathless sword."

The young man wants to stop talking.

The middle-aged Confucian smiled and said: "Of course, if you just secretly like who, the Taoist Buddha can't stop it. It is the most read-listed person in our frame. Our holy master, but also warned, 'indecent, see, Listening, moving 'only, did not say non-belief."

The boy suddenly seemed to be a ghost, and he blurted out and said: "She is very sweet!"

When the words are spoken, the teenager will be paralyzed.

Confucianism has some headaches, but it is not angry, but the situation is more difficult, Shen Sheng: "Zhao Wei, turned around!"

The teenager turned subconsciously and turned his back to Mr.

Downstairs in the archway, the girl turned her head and murdered.

She first hangs her hands, and the thumbs of both hands are pressed against the hilt and the handle.

Then she began to walk in small steps. After about four or five steps, her hands and feet suddenly made a force. The three-footed sword of the snow-white scabbard and the slender knife of the green scabbard took the lead and slanted forward. At the same time, she was Shaped to the ground, hands quickly hold the sword, do not say anything, head down!

Between the girl in black and the teacher and the student in the town, two arms that are not thick, stretched and burst into two arcs of radiance.

It is not a supernatural power, it is not a magical method.

Purely a fast word!

The Confucian look is free, without any meaning of evasion, just a slap in the face.

A burst of turmoil came out.

The next moment, the girl's body is tight and the killing is heavier.

It turned out to be like a sword and a sword. It was completely lost. She was standing in the place where the sword was unsheathed.

Confucian smiled and said: "Yes, the lion is also working hard with the rabbit. But then, my disciple does offend the girl, but can't sin die?"

The girl deliberately made her voice mature and dull, put the sword slowly into the sheath, and turned into a one-handed knife. She pointed her finger at the Confucian. "How do you feel?" It is your business, I don't care. ""

The girl stepped out. "How do I do it is my business. Of course, you can... look at it!"

Rapidly rushing forward.

The ground on which her front and back feet stepped, suddenly collapsed into two small pits.

After the Confucian hand was negative, he put his fist in the hand and placed it in front of his abdomen. He smiled and said: "The military martial arts, but it is not broken. It is a pity that this land, even if it falls apart, as long as it is before, it is ten land. The gods join hands to break the battle, but it is just a big tree. What about you?

The girl next time, once again for no reason, appeared on the left side of the Confucianism a dozen steps.

She thought about it and closed her eyes.

Confucian shook his head and smiled: "It is not a blind eye that you think. This is a world like the Buddha's so-called Xiaochan world. Here, I am..."

"what?"

Suddenly he was amazed, and he stopped talking. He came to the girl's side in an instant. When he checked, his fingers gently held the tip of the knife.

He asked: "Who taught you the sword and the sword?"

The girl did not blink, the left hand held the hilt that had just been sheathed, and a cold light swept across the waist of the Confucian, trying to break it off.

The two men with their fingers pointing at the tip of the knife lightly said: "Retreat!"

There was a faint sound on the ground, and the dust was flying. After a while, the figure of a girl wearing a hat was exposed. The feet stood in tandem, and at her feet, in front of the Confucian, there was a gully, like a plow. from.

The girl's hands are **** and fuzzy.

The knife was out of the sheath, and the sword was also squirted, but she actually fell to the point where she was empty-handed.

Moreover, she knows well that in addition to the "architecture" of the world, the enemy has always cultivated its strength to suppress itself in the realm of its own.

This is not as good as people.

It’s not a repair.

Her whole person is on the verge of violent walking.

I am afraid that the girls themselves did not realize that the light was distorted around her center.

This Mr. Xue Yu is the most reasonable person, and he persuaded him with persuasion: "For the time being, it is better not to compare with me. It may hinder your martial arts. It is vital that the martial arts climb to the top, step by step."

He looked a bit odd at this time, holding a sword tip and holding the blade in one hand.

He suddenly laughed and imitated the tone of the girl's speech. "Old-fashioned autumn" said: "I don't listen, it's your freedom. It's my business to say no."

The girl was silent for a moment, and her voice was low: "Teach!"

Confucian smiled and nodded. It was not a arrogant arrogant woman. It was very good. He gently threw the knife to the girl and said, "The knife will return you first."

He looked down at the pointed sword and shivered.

The young phoenix is ​​clear in the old phoenix sound.

The Confucian scholars lamented: "The texture of this sword is quite good, but there are still some gaps from the top, which can only carry the weight of two words at most, and some are reluctant, otherwise you will be rooted in your qualifications. Take all four words, three words, and definitely more than enough..."

When he sighed, he raised his hand and shouted: "Hey!"

The horror of the two groups flew out from the slap of the "gas rushing bull".

He was shot twice by the Confucian Sleeve and shot into the sword.

On the plaque, the words "qi" and "cow" are still in the air.

The word "rushing" and "dougging" seems to be a late-aged old man on a sick bed. After returning to the light, he finally lost his spirit.

Confucianism inadvertently shakes the wrist, the long sword in the blink of an eye returned to the master's scabbard, because it has been returned to the sheath, so no one knows for a moment, the sword has two breaths like a dragon.

In the next scene, Qi Jingchun, who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, was shocked.

The girl slowly took off the scabbard and took a glimpse of it. She leaned into the yellow ground and slid her tulle. Her eyes were firm. "This is not the kendo I am pursuing."

The Confucian glanced at the sword abandoned by the girl. In the depths of his heart, he felt a long-lost heavy burden. He had to ask the question of losing identity: "Do you know who I am?"

The girl nodded and shook her head. "I heard that every time there is a time, I will be replaced by a saint in the three religions. I have been here to preside over the operation of a large array. It has been for thousands of years. From time to time, someone will go out from here. I am either savvy or rushing, so I want to take a look. When I see you, I will determine your identity, otherwise I will not be so straightforward when I shoot."

Qi Jingchun asked again: "Do you know what you just gave up?"

The girl is silent.

In the scabbard on the ground, the long sword trembled, such as the beautiful woman mourning and groaning, pleading for the lover's return.

Juvenile reading lang has already secretly turned his head and carefully looked at the girl in the distance.

Confucian scholars can not be said to be unscientific, and this is still puzzling. It is not good to force the long sword with great morality to the girl. Finally, I have to say aloud: "Girl, it is best to put away That sword. Next, the town will be very...it is too peaceful. More things are self-defense, and it is a good thing."

The girl did not speak, turned and left.

Still not willing to bring the sword.

Qi Jingchun had some helplessness. He waved his sleeve and nailed the sword into the height of a stone pillar. If someone forced him to pull it out, he would inevitably disturb himself to the center of the town, just like the former "Speaking Book" is bright and dark. The second shot did not escape the distant attention of Mr. Xue.

I personally sent Zhao Wei all the way to Xuejia Mansion in Fulu Street. The middle-aged Confucian gentlemen walked slowly. Whenever he took a step, the courtyards on both sides of the courtyard were high-rise houses, some hidden places, there will be some The fascinating glimpses of light flashed away.

Qi Jingchun whispered: "It’s a weird, where is the little girl? Isn’t it a fairy son outside of the continent?”

After he returned to school, he sat in front of the case, placed a Yugui, about one foot and two inches long. He engraved a mountain of four towns at the four corners, and he lived in a stable square with a small inscription on the front. Other words.

Following the Confucian rites, the original only one country, can be the town of Gui.

It is obvious that this small town is of great significance.

Turn it over and the back of Yugui is only engraved with two words.

The slogan is rigorous and full of enthusiasm.

The bones are extremely strong and the spirit is extremely long.

In the case of the book, there is a secret letter that has not arrived for a long time.

The eyes of the Confucian sorrows are red, "Mr., students are incompetent, can only see you being insulted to this..."

The Confucian looked out the window, there was not much sorrow and joy, but some of the look was lonely. "Qi Jingchun is a teacher, he has lived for a hundred years, and he only dies."

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When Song’s salary was taken out of the inner house and placed on the table, Xiaonanhua could not hide his ecstasy on his face.

An inconspicuous small pot, the bottom of the pot is "Hawthorn."

Song set salary hands stacked on the table, leaning forward, smiled and asked: "How much is this pot?"

The owner of the Old Dragon City and the city, finally recovered the sight from the small pot, and looked up honestly: "In the secular dynasty, one or two silver is worthless. But if I sell it, I can buy it back in a city."

Song salary asked: "How many people?"

Yan Nanhua extended three fingers.

Song’s salary was screaming and grinning. “It turned out to be 300,000.”

Minnan Hua was awkward and laughed.

He originally thought that the Song salary would say 30,000 people.

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On the side of Xinghua Lane, there was a man who was kneeling beside the locksmith and staring at the chain that was tied to the base of the brake.

It seems like how to move it away.

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The black-breasted hat and the temperamentous girl, walking freely in the town, had no purpose. At this time, only the green-sheathed knife was overhanged, and the hands were just cloth and grass.

When she just got into an unknown lane.

Hey, something broke into the air, then stopped behind the girl and squeaked.

The girl frowned and didn't turn her head. She took a word from her teeth and said, "Roll!"

It’s another look.

The "Flying Sword", which had been stalked and stalked to this point, was so scared that he had escaped the scabbard.

Proud girl.

Well-behaved flying sword.