Sword of Coming

People's hearts are not like the streets. They can suddenly become clean after a heavy rain.

The turmoil in the capital where the emperors, generals, traders, and footmen all looked like gods fighting, was still ripples. At that time, Chen Ping'an helped Zhong Qiu teach Yan Shijing and the others boxing. The young man's friends who joined in the fun at that time were one of the ripples. After the old general Lu Xiao walked down the city, he boasted to his grandchildren that he and Chen Ping'an had been friends for many years. This was also the case with the relocation of many families near Zhuangyuan Lane.

Ding Ying died, and Yu Zhenyi walked away with his sword, leaving only Zhong Qiu to clean up the mess.

After sending Cao Qinglang to school, Chen Ping'an returned the same way, holding an umbrella and walking on the still lonely and deserted streets. As the court gradually relaxed the martial law in this city, sparse passers-by could already be seen on the streets. But the popularity is still very low. Most of them are more courageous people from the world, who come here to pay homage to the battlefield and marvel at the ravine on the street that was cut by the Bird's Eye Sword Immortal.

As for the Guniu Mountain area, it was still a forbidden area and was imprisoned. The imperial court ordered that anyone who crossed the Lei Po would be killed without mercy. Many Qintian Prison officials appeared, and the simple thatched hut left by Yu Zhenyi was not demolished.

Some martial arts heroes saw Chen Ping'an and thought he was someone like them who came here to admire the master's style.

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, then went to the martial arts gym and paid a visit. The concierge saw that he was not like "picking restaurants and smashing up signs" and that he had a good temperament, so he didn't dare to neglect him and quickly went to inform the owner of the gym. The old master who teaches boxing came to greet Chen Pingan in person. Hearing that the latter came here because of his reputation, he was quite proud of himself. His disciples also felt proud. The main thing was that Chen Pingan was very knowledgeable about the rules and methods of teaching boxing in the martial arts school. Youdao, in just a few words, spoke to the heart of the old man. It was obvious that he had heard of the reputation of the martial arts school beforehand. The real income of the martial arts school in the capital was to catch a few big fish who yearned for the world and had money in their pockets. With the support of these rich kids who don't have to worry about food and drink, the martial arts gym can be prosperous. The talented disciples who can endure the hardships are the reputation, and the young masters who come to the martial arts gym to have a lively life are the face. Both are indispensable.

The master entertained Chen Ping'an in the main hall, asked his disciples to serve tea, and started chatting.

When we talked about the school's big dragon, which involves the fundamentals of martial arts, the old man didn't talk about it in depth, and he wouldn't be so ungrateful. He casually passed on the details. He just lamented that it was so easy to find a good young man. He was lucky. After four or five years, he received such a proud gift. Disciple, you are unlucky, you won’t be able to meet one in ten years.

The master also said that practicing boxing is not only about strengthening the body, but also about handing weapons to those who learn boxing. The first priority is martial ethics. Otherwise, the higher the martial arts skills of the disciples taught, if they have a bad character, they will like to use force to dominate. The more people can get into trouble, the more they say a disagreement, the more likely they are to kill someone with a few punches. In the end, the sect and the martial arts school will not be harmed.

Chen Pingan asked some more questions about the martial arts principles of foreign martial arts. The old master hid it at first, with a troubled expression on his face. Chen Pingan pretended to be stunned and said that he had forgotten his business. He took out twenty taels of silver and put it on the coffee table at hand, saying He planned to learn boxing in the martial arts gym in the near future, but he didn't guarantee that he would come to the martial arts gym every day. The old master's eyes lit up, and he realized that he couldn't stop talking about the worst boxing principles in the street to Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan remembered them all in his mind and tried to corroborate them with "Shaking Mountain Fist Manual". After hearing these superficial boxing principles, Chen Pingan finally made up his mind to collect the martial arts in this world, from low to high, without using too much. , in the future, you can turn it over casually while practicing boxing, and maybe you will get unexpected surprises. Just like the six-step walking pile of Shanshanquan, combined with Zhongqiu's peak frame, Chen Ping'an successfully broke through the four realms in one fell swoop. The bottleneck, and it will happen naturally, especially the "aura" of Ding Ying walking into the main hall of Baihe Temple and Zhong Qiu showing up for the first time towards him. Chen Ping'an thinks there is a lot of mystery in the so-called unity of heaven and earth here. Maybe there will be additional benefits after returning to Haoran Tianxia.

And it is very likely that the opportunity to break through the five realms and the six realms in the future lies in this. Chen Pingan guessed that after leaving the Ouhua Blessed Land with thin spiritual energy, he would fall into a muddy situation. The situation was somewhat similar to Fan Wan'er's situation outside the main hall of Baihe Temple. The sluggish feeling of being burdened with heavy stones and dragging one's feet is a bit like the four Qi charms that Old Man Yang had embedded in his hands and feet.

This was the first time that Chen Ping'an was alive since he started practicing boxing. He began to try to think about gains and losses on his own. During the fight against the enemy, he realized Zhongqiu's peak fight was an example.

In the beginning, he practiced Shanshanquan. In order to save his life, he practiced hard and followed the steps step by step without daring to make any deviations. He did the six-step walking stance and the sword furnace stance over and over again, and he almost broke the boxing frame. It is familiar to the heart and integrated into the soul. Even if I was later taught boxing by an old man named Cui in Zhulou, I, Chen Pingan, would still learn whatever the old man taught me.

It's not that it's not good, but it's just that if you have practiced boxing to this point, if the old man surnamed Cui sees it, it is already very difficult to be half dead, but it is not enough. If you want to go further, you have to endure hardships to achieve it. You need opportunities. To gain enlightenment, outsiders cannot say it, and if you say it, it will not work.

But Chen Ping'an didn't realize that he only had this enlightenment after practicing boxing for millions of times, but he had learned to practice swordsmanship early. Mr. Qi broke open the pink robe in the ancient temple with Liu Chicheng's sword, and the sword spirit was there. The landscape painting "unsheathed" the sword and struck Suishan with his own sword.

They are already Chen Ping'an's sword.

A Liang once said that Chen Ping'an would be more promising in sword practice than boxing.

That's it.

If those who teach boxing or swordsmanship are too good at boxing and swordsmanship, it will be more difficult for those who learn boxing and swordsmanship to go from death to life.

There are hardships and ups and downs. Zheng Dafeng is an example of this. His talent is good enough and his level is high enough. He is a great ninth-level martial artist. But it was not until Old Dragon City, on the line of life and death, that because of the words of Chen Ping'an, he realized that "disciples do not have to be inferior to masters". "After a while, the bottleneck was broken.

Practicing boxing requires cultivating the mind. Chen Pingan twice asked Yan Shijing, Zhong Qiu's most proud disciple, why he did not dare to punch.

Why Zhong Qiu is not too disappointed with Yan Shijing? It’s not that Zhong Qiu doesn’t have high hopes for this young man, but Chen Ping’an himself has already given the answer. Zhong Qiu can say “don’t use fists if they are too high”, but Yan Shijing can’t say yet. If you can't do it, it's the same reason. "To meet the enemy's founder of the three religions, the mountain-shaking fist cannot be retreated." After Chen Ping'an has gone through many hardships, he can say it and do it. However, Yan Shijing can't grasp the essence now, so there is no need to force others to do it.

There are twists and turns in this, and you need to punch millions and travel the world yourself to truly explore it.

Through the conversation between Yan Shijing and his junior sister, Chen Ping'an has understood that he is "unusual". Proud disciples like Zhong Qiu, Demon Cult Ya'er and Hairpin Master Zhou Shi, are actually very different in terms of cultivation and character. Not as good as him, but Chen Pingan has not yet clearly seen his invincibility in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land. Fortunately, Chen Pingan has vaguely felt the signs of "the unity of nature and man". This is a practical step, this is pure A big step for a martial artist, a state of mind that many eighth-level and ninth-level warriors in the world will not have.

After Chen Pingan left the martial arts school, he returned to his residence. The skinny little girl was in a daze under the eaves. The heavy rain turned to light rain. When she saw Chen Pingan, she grinned.

Chen Ping'an noticed that there was some wetness on her body, so he pretended not to see it, took the package containing the pipa, and went to find a poor scholar named Jiang, who was three cities away from here and not too close.

When Chen Pingan left the yard and just walked out of the alley, the sneaky little girl quickly locked the courtyard door and "practiced boxing" in a decent manner under the eaves. She secretly imitated Chen Pingan and imitated the thunder skills of Ding Ying and the blind Taoist. , one hand spread out towards the sky, the other hand clenched a fist in front of him, walking slowly.

Both of them have extremely high thresholds. One is the best person in this world, and the other involves the thunder method of Qi practitioners. For the time being, Chen Ping'an only has a crude air without any real intention, not to mention that neither of them has even learned boxing. little girl. After she learned this "boxing technique", she felt it was a bit boring, so she changed to other postures, which she had learned from on the street. One time, Lu Fang split the street with his sword. , Chen Ping'an's six-step walking stick, the little girl was crooked and couldn't get in, and of course she didn't even scratch the surface of it.

After tossing around for a long time, the little girl gave a fierce roundhouse kick while shouting. As a result, she fell heavily. She felt hungry after getting up and limped to the kitchen to steal something to eat. I feel that I have learned a high-level martial arts, and I plan to wait until Cao Qinglang comes back to practice with him. Of course, the premise is that Chen Pingan is not present.

Chen Pingan watched her nonsense on a rooftop, frowned, and left silently.

When I chatted with her last night and asked her how old she was, she said she was nine years old and casually stretched out her hands. One of the palms had a little finger bent, while the other four fingers were extremely straight.

Moreover, when she was carrying the bucket back from the well, Chen Pingan carefully observed her breathing and footsteps.

Chen Pingan walked on the street holding an umbrella and decided not to practice pile walking in the courtyard in the future.

Jiang Quan is a descendant of the Han tribe. He has studied hard for more than ten years in Hanchuang and has poetry and books in his belly. He is recognized as a child prodigy and talent in his hometown and county. He just failed in the imperial examination. Although he is now in decline, he does not blame others. , shared a house with fellow students, and still studied diligently every day, but there was a hint of sadness between his eyebrows. After being tired from studying every day, he would walk out of the alley and wait for someone on the street corner.

The two fellow villagers knew where Jiang Quan's heart was, so today they took him to a nearby market to buy books. They said they were buying books, but in fact the three of them were short of money. Just take a look at the rare book that looks like a stunning beauty from a distance to satisfy your craving.

Under the impatient eyes of the shopkeeper, the three of them walked out of the bookstore angrily and saw a young man holding an umbrella and carrying a luggage standing outside. They looked at Jiang Quan and asked, "Is it Jiang Quan? I'm Gu Lingzai My relatives in the capital want to see you if I have something to do."

Jiang Quan's face was full of surprise and he said happily: "I am, I am, I am Jiang Quan, where is she?"

Nowadays, the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom is not peaceful. There was no news about her last time when she went to borrow money from her relatives. In addition, someone died in the alley near where he lived. The Yamen had a bad attitude at that time and dispersed the bystanders. The bedding took the body away, and they only heard that it was a woman from the Jianghu who died miserably. Some people speculated that she must have died of a grudge. This has worried Jiang Quan for a long time. Day after day, he can't even read a book calmly these days.

The man said calmly: "Our Gu family is an official family in the capital. Although the Gu family in Gu Ling's family is in the local area and has a sluggish official career, I heard that there are still people who have been involved in the world. They have not been shameless to contact us for several years. This time she The elders in the family were not very happy when he came to the door and asked for a loan. It was not that they cared about the money, but they just felt it was insulting to the family tradition and did not want to recognize this relative. Gu Ling insisted on borrowing money and vowed that you would definitely be able to go to high school. So she could pay back the money soon, and the man would marry her to a matchmaker. The elders in the family knew that the imperial examination was not easy, so how could they believe that a poor scholar could pass the Jinshi examination, so they asked Gu Ling for the pipa before they were willing to borrow it. Give her the money and ask her to promise one thing. She will only agree to meet you when you pass the Jinshi exam. Now that she is on her way back home, she will never exchange letters with you."

The man took off his luggage and handed it to Jiang Quan. He also took out a bulging money bag and said, "There are fifty taels of silver in it and two banknotes. Save a little money and it will be enough for you to last until the next Spring Festival." Well, if Jiang Quan is not confident that you will pass the exam, I can actually send a message to Gu Ling. If you two elope, one will give up the family tradition and the other will give up the sage book. I think it will be better if you can live together at least. After three years of hard work, the elders in the family beat her up openly and openly. By the way, the elders in the family were angry that she got into trouble and threw the pipa in private. If you have a chance in the future, you can buy her a new one."

Jiang Quan was stunned on the spot.

The poor scholar believed that the young man in front of him was really a child of a wealthy family.

In fact, he had been beating a drum in his heart. Standing in front of this person, Jiang Quan felt a little ashamed of himself.

He asked timidly: "Why are you helping me?"

The man replied: "I'm just helping Gu Ling, not you."

Jiang Quan hugged Pipa but did not take the money bag. He asked curiously: "Aren't you a member of the Gu family? Why are you willing to favor Miss Gu?"

"Since Gu Ling likes you so much, I want to come and see what kind of person you are."

The man was silent for a moment and said slowly: "The book says that love lasts for a long time."

Jiang Quan smiled knowingly, feeling a little more confident in his heart, as if to encourage himself, nodded vigorously and said: "Why are you so busy!"

Then Jiang Quan shook his head and said: "I don't want the money. I go out to set up a stall and help people write family letters, couplets and so on. I can always support myself. There is no reason to accept this money and let Miss Gu suffer in the family. It's in vain." She's looked down upon, but I still want to trouble you to write a letter to her after you get home, saying just wait until I pass the Jinshi exam!"

Having said this, Jiang Quan smiled brightly and said: "Maybe there will be a Mrs. Gaoming in the future."

Jiang Quan quickly waved his hand, "Don't say this in a letter. It may not be possible. I keep it in my heart. One day, I will bring her to you again. I want her to know that I have This is my thought."

The man was also a weirdo. He still gave the money to Jiang Quan and said something strange, "You must accept the money. This is Gu Ling's wish. It is the cleanest money in the world."

The other two fellow villagers also persuaded Jiang Quan to accept it.

The man turned and left.

Jiang Quan asked loudly: "Little brother, how should I find you after passing the exam?"

The man turned around and said, "If you pass the exam, someone will come to you and tell you everything."

A light rain came to the world again.

Jiang Quan and his two friends left Fangshi. In the distance, the messenger stood under an eaves on the street with an umbrella, watching the poor scholar gradually go away.

The old Taoist appeared next to Chen Pingan and asked with a smile: "Why don't you just tell him the truth?"

Chen Pingan said softly: "Tell him nothing, tell him everything, and three years later, whether Jiang Quan passes the exam or not, let Master Zhong tell him for me. I think the third option is better for him and him." It will be better for Gu Ling."

The old Taoist asked another question, which pointed directly at people's hearts, "So which choice will make you feel the best?"

Chen Ping'an replied: "Before entering the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, I would have chosen the first option. When walking in the world, everyone should be responsible for life and death. Now, it should be the second option. You can have the simplest clear conscience and will not stay. Any mental flaw. As for why I chose the third option, I don’t know. In fact, I don’t know whether it is right or wrong.”

The old Taoist smiled and said, "You don't know what's right or wrong, do you?"

Chen Pingan turned his head, "What's wrong?"

The old Taoist put his hand on Chen Ping'an's shoulder and said, "You won't know what happens next."

The next moment, it seemed like the dawn of a day, the rising sun was rising in the east, and in front of the palace gate of the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, the person who opened the palace shouted loudly.

The old Taoist asked with a smile: "Do you know why there is this traditional custom? Whether it is the vast world or the blessed land of lotus roots, it is almost always like this."

Chen Pingan, who had no choice but to put away his umbrella, shook his head.

The old Taoist said: "The palace needs to take advantage of the dawn to drive away some innocent souls. Whose innocent souls do you think?"

Chen Pingan still shook his head.

The old Taoist said: "Those loyal ministers who died unjustly in history, the stubborn ministers who died in vain, and the pillars of the country who died for remonstrance."

After that, the time of Lotus Flower Blessed Land was long, one year, ten years and one hundred years, it seemed that they only lasted in one year of the old Taoist.

The next moment, the old Taoist took Chen Ping'an to see an old master who was poor at reading the Holy Scriptures. He wrote like a master, but he had little restraint on his descendants. When he died, his life's hard work was being sold around by his descendants to no avail. In anger, Just burn it.

I also met a prime minister of the Han clan who finally wrote a truly wealthy poem in his later years. His articles were no longer ridiculed by his colleagues from the aristocratic clan as wearing gold, silver and straw sandals.

I met a shabby central minister who had a good reputation, but his local relatives bullied men and women. He was rich and wealthy, but every letter he wrote home was sincere, warning his family members to be diligent and thrifty. It is necessary to inherit morality from generation to generation. After the contents of the letters appear in the world, they will be passed down as good stories to the current and future generations.

A prince from the Northern Jin Dynasty was stroking his hands to keep warm outside the classroom on a snowy day.

A dandy boy who was rampant and full of evil deeds outside the home, when he got home, he was filial to his grandma and silently covered his elders with quilts.

An important minister of the Songlai Kingdom who worked hard to govern and reform, most of the seven or eight people in his direct lineage used the name of the reform to seek personal gain, eliminate dissidents, or try to figure out the emperor's heart and secretly form cliques. In the end, the reform failed. That important minister After being imprisoned, he was still generous, but he only regretted that he would die before his ambition was fulfilled.

A desperate young martial artist, whose parents died in a vendetta, went through many ups and downs in the following ten years and endured the humiliation and burden. When seeking revenge, he killed dozens of members of his enemy's family to express his gratification. After the man who had become a hero left, there was a little girl and a younger child. The two siblings happened to be playing hide and seek at the time, hiding in the wall and escaping. The last two The child kowtows at the grave, determined to take revenge.

In the same two accidents involving folding boxes and delivering books, the county magistrate was also involved and needed to be held accountable by the court. A county magistrate secretly gave the postman and horseman a tip, and falsely reported that he encountered bandits on the road. He asked the postman to cut himself with a knife, and finally passed the test and deceived the court officials who were reviewing the matter at the Ministry of War. The other one was clearly in the heavy snow and cold winter, and the road was blocked. In order to complete the task, the postman had to cross the river by force and was drowned and damaged. The county magistrate reported the truth. As a result, the postman was beaten a hundred times and was transported thousands of miles away. The county magistrate was suspended from salary for one year. , the local evaluation was downgraded, and there was no hope of promotion within five years.

It became even weirder after that, and the long river of time began to flow backwards.

I saw the knight-errant Feng Qingbai and Tang Tieyi, who were brothers, sitting opposite each other on the border city, drinking, clapped their knees and sang.

Chen Ping'an also came to the capital city of Nanyuan and met the woman named Gu Ling, saw her first encounter with the scholar Jiang Quan, and saw how they met and fell in love with each other. Before entering Beijing, there was a heavy snowfall. Gu Ling, who had just completed an assassination, accompanied the scholar to the imperial examination.

The woman stood alone in the heavy snow. This year, she met a scholar. In her dark and bloody life, it was like another snowfall. The vast and clean earth made her mistakenly think that she was the best in the world. woman. Although she knew that the snow would definitely melt, she was still the bad woman, but to have such a reunion was a sign that God had not treated her badly.

I saw a skinny little girl. Occasionally I would go outside the city to take a look at a little bumpkin with green grass.

Chen Pingan finally saw himself and glanced at the well.

I went to a private library twice to read books. I have tens of thousands of books in my home, most of which are brand new. Many books have been for many years, but they still smell fragrant after being opened. There are so many sages and beautiful poems that no one can appreciate. .

Standing at the door of the outer courtyard in the alley, he raised his arms and then lowered them, not daring to knock on the door several times.

When he and Cao Qinglang were holding umbrellas to go to the school, the little girl stood at the entrance of the courtyard, staring at their backs, her face covered with rain, and she was completely unaware.

In the end, Chen Ping'an stood alone under the eaves, still holding the oil-paper umbrella that had accompanied him for countless years. It was still raining lightly on the street.

The old Taoist is no longer around.

Right and wrong, good and bad, right and wrong, good and evil.

Chen Pingan read a lot.

I didn’t see any truth that seemed to be a matter of course. On the contrary, many of the truths I had insisted on in the past no longer made sense.

Chen Ping'an remembered for no reason that after the incident on Osmanthus Island, he met the old boatman who helped the land sink and sailed across the sea. He looked at himself and said, "You want to ruin my road."

Before that, even though he knew that Zhou Shi was not the real murderer, he still made up his mind. According to what Zhong Qiu said later, if there were really five places, he would use one of them to "take Zhou Shi under his command" and punch him. Kill. Before that, he was full of disgust towards that skinny little girl, but he didn't know why, and he didn't even want to think about it deeply. But it was not without some gain. He began to feel that he had put an extra snow dollar, even if that snow dollar was next to a verse in the book that he thought was extremely beautiful.

When the sky cleared after the rain, Chen Pingan walked all the way to the well and stood there looking down at the bottom of the well.

At this moment, the skinny little girl in the small yard looked up at the dazzling sun.

Watch Taoism, Taoism Taoism.

The old Taoist sat in the sky and looked at the two people.

In the Lotus Cave, which is connected to the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, a Taoist was sitting by the pool, looking at the three of them.

According to a certain disciple, he just had nothing to do and just looked at other people's tricks.

Chen Ping'an suddenly looked back, laughed, and left the well. Although he didn't understand anything, he figured out one thing. That annoying little girl must teach her some principles of being a human being. From the simplest Starting from teaching, if she doesn’t understand, and it’s still useless after teaching, then she doesn’t need to worry about it anymore. She still needs to teach her, but after teaching her, she will at least know what is good and evil, and then she will do evil or be good. It's all her own business.

The old Taoist's face was gloomy and he was not in a good mood, so he just wanted to throw Chen Pingan out of the Lotus Flower Blessed Land.

He actually failed to defeat the old scholar.

So he waved his sleeves, and Chen Ping'an stepped out of the Ouhua Blessed Land. He was actually on the post road outside the Northern Jin Dynasty in Tongyezhou.

Wearing a golden robe and a sword gourd hanging from his waist, the only thing missing is the long qi sword on his back.

However, the martial arts realm has reached the fifth realm and has not disappeared out of thin air like the Lotus Flower Blessed Land.

Moreover, Feijian Chuyi and Fifteen, who are connected with each other, are now also in the sword-raising gourd.

Chen Pingan hurriedly looked around, and luckily he saw a little lotus figure not far away on the road. It was obvious that the little guy was more confused than Chen Pingan.

The old Taoist stood beside him, "According to the agreement, you can take away five people from Ouhua Blessed Land, and I have chosen four of them for you."

The old Taoist held four scrolls in his hand, threw them away, lined them up in front of Chen Pingan, and hovered in the air. One of the scrolls opened on its own, with a sitting man in dragon robe painted on it, "This is Nanyuan." Wei Xian, the founding emperor of the country.”

A woman carrying a sword, "Sui Youyou, gave up martial arts, but still has the qualifications of a swordsman."

"Lu Baixiang, the originator of the Demon Cult."

"Zhu Lian."

"These four people have complete bodies and souls. Before that, you used Grain Rain money to support them and just threw them into the painting every day. Sooner or later, when they have eaten and drank enough, they can come out of the painting and serve you. And they are determined to do it. As for their martial arts realm in the future, whether they should turn to practice and become Qi practitioners, it all depends on the ability of you, Chen Pingan, as the master. Of course, the premise is that you can afford to support them."

The old Taoist obviously didn't want to say anything more to Chen Pingan, let alone give Chen Pingan a chance to interrupt, and said so much at once.

Before Chen Ping'an could ask who the last person was, the old Taoist stretched out his hand and pulled out a skinny little girl. He slapped her on the back of the head and she fell to the ground. When she raised her head, her face was blank.

Chen Pingan looked at the tall old Taoist and asked, "What should I do about the Changsheng Bridge?"

The old Taoist's face was indifferent, "The foundation has been laid, and you can explore on your own later."

Chen Pingan asked again: "That long qi sword?"

The old Taoist looked into the distance, "I will return it to Chen Qingdu."

Chen Ping'an included the four paintings in Feijian Fifteen and said goodbye to the old Taoist.

The old Taoist was in a bad mood, so he returned to the Lotus Flower Blessed Land and glanced at the Lotus Cave that bordered the Blessed Land. The guy had already left the pond.

Only then did the old Taoist laugh.

Chen Pingan and the skinny little girl stared at each other with big eyes.

Chen Pingan sighed, "What's your name?"

The little girl was a big-hearted person. Although she didn’t know what happened, after dusting herself off, she still smiled and replied: “Didn’t I tell you before, I only have a surname. My parents didn’t have time to help me choose a name, so I just gave it to myself.” I gave it a name, one word, called Qian, because I like money."

Chen Pingan asked: "What's your last name?"

The little girl puffed up her chest and replied: "Pei! It's a piece of clothing with clothes underneath. I heard from my father that it's a popular surname in my hometown! If the surname has clothes, and the name has money, it's very lucky."

Chen Pingan slapped his forehead.

His surname is Pei and his given name is Qian, Pei Qian. Lose money...

No wonder I don't like her.