Sword of Coming

Ning Yao woke up leisurely and slept very sweetly and soundly. When she opened her eyes, she found herself sitting on a stool. She was a little confused. After a moment of daze, she got up and opened the door. She saw an old man and a young child sitting in the corridor outside the door. , the two dull gourds did not speak. After hearing Ning Yao's footsteps, Chen Ping'an turned around and said with a smile: "Wake up, I see you are sleeping deeply, I didn't call you before."

Ning Yao nodded, not caring about this, and asked: "Senior Yang?"

The old man said angrily: "Why, I'm afraid that Chen Ping'an will take advantage of you while you're sleeping. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you. He only has a thief's heart but no courage."

Chen Ping'an quickly explained: "Miss Ning, don't listen to Grandpa Yang's nonsense, I promise you don't have any evil intentions!"

Ning Yao made a gesture with his hands to make his Dantian sink with anger, and told himself: "My lord, there are a lot of them."

The old man glanced sideways at the straw-shoe boy and said happily, "Seven orifices are open to six, but none is clear."

The rain was already very light, so the old man said straightforwardly: "Go back and get the bag of support money, and then pay for this little girl's film and your next medication together."

Ning Yao frowned and said: "What kind of medicinal materials are so expensive in Yang's shop?!"

The old man said calmly: "When people are about to starve to death, how much is the steamed bun in my hand worth?"

Ning Yao said in a deep voice: "You are taking advantage of the situation!"

The old man smoked dry cigarettes so fiercely that his entire upper body was enveloped in light smoke. Then the old man's hoarse and indifferent voice came from the "sea of ​​clouds": "You are asking for high prices and sitting on the floor to pay back. That is the business of inferior businessmen. I can't do it. , my rules here are the same, there is only one fixed price, whether you like to buy or sell, you like to sell."

Ning Yao wanted to speak, but she found Chen Ping'an pulling at her sleeves and winking secretly. In the end, she swallowed the bad breath.

The medicinal herbs produced in this small cave are indeed of high quality. However, the Lizhu Xiaodong, which is well-known in Dongbaopingzhou, has never been famous for its natural treasures, but for its "porcelain" and chance treasures. Move the world. Therefore, even if the medicinal materials in Yang's shop are piled up, they are not worth a few gold coins.

The old man shook his cigarette rod and said, "The rain has stopped. Don't be shy, you two. Don't flirt with me here."

Chen Pingan took Ning Yao's arm and walked down the steps, walked through the main hall of the shop and came to the street. Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Can't you figure it out? It's okay, Grandpa Yang is like this. He doesn't like to talk to you about favors, so what can he do? It's all... fair, yes, it's very fair. Ning Yao sneered: "Fair? Everyone has a scale in their mind, so why does he think he is fair? Just because of your age? "

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I don't think that spending a bag of copper coins is being taken advantage of."

Ning Yao glanced at the young man and said, "If you can hang around for ten years and repeat this sentence, you will win!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "We'll talk about it then."

Ning Yao sighed, she really had nothing to do with him, "Where to go next?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, "Go to the shop to see how Liu Xianyang is doing, and by the way, pull out your knife from the ground."

Ning Yao said resolutely: "Then lead the way."

She suddenly asked: "Are you okay?"

Chen Pingan grinned, "No big problem, but apart from practicing boxing, I have to cook medicine and take medicine like you every day. Grandpa Yang said that if the effect is not good, you may have to spend more money."

Ning Yao asked doubtfully: "Do you really believe it?"

Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head, as if he didn't bother to bother with her about such issues.

After walking out of the town, he rolled up his sleeves, took off the clothes-pressing knife, and gave it back to the girl.

She hid the clothes-pressing knife and went to retrieve the narrow knife that had been stepped into the ground by the mountain ape. As for the scabbard that was given away, Chen Pingan temporarily stored it with Ning Yao. She hung it on her waist. So the flying sword finally had a place to stay.

When Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao walked to the south end of the covered bridge, they saw a girl in Tsing Yi with a ponytail sitting on the top of the steps, holding her cheeks with her hands and staring into the distance, leaving the two of them with their backs.

In the backyard of Yang's shop, the old man who was alone put away his cigarette pole, waved his hand, and dispersed the smoke around him, and said: "Don't worry, when the matter is completed, I promise to give you the immortal body of the river woman. As for whether it will be possible in the future." To truly achieve the true form of a god and be promoted to a river god, it depends on your own destiny."

Finally, the old man knocked the cigarette pole lightly on the ground, looked up towards the town of Laohuai, and said with his tongue: "The tree fell and the hozens scattered."

Three carriages drove towards Mud Bottle Lane one after another.

The King of the Great Li clan really couldn't understand why his nephew wanted to compete with a young man from a back alley.

He even has a knot in his heart.

Song Changjing smiled and said: "Anyway, since I have intervened in this confusing dispute between you and Chen Ping'an once, I will not mess with it anymore. You can solve it on your own."

Finally, Song Changjing reminded: "You can have a personal relationship with Zhengyang Mountain, but don't get involved too deeply."

Song Jixin was delighted: "Personal friend? Are you talking about that little girl? Haha, it's just for fun, not really a friendship."

Song Changjing smiled and said: "It's just for fun, just give away a sword gourd?"

Song Jixin angrily stopped talking.

The carriage couldn't enter the alley, and Song Changjing didn't want to get out of the car. Song Jixin got out of the car alone and found that it was raining. It was still a drizzle of spring rain, but it had a tendency to get heavier and heavier.

He quickly ran into the mud bottle alley and came to his yard. After pushing the door open and entering, he saw Zhigui sitting on the threshold of the main house, she was in a daze.

Song Jixin smiled and shouted: "Let's go, Master, I will take you to the Great Lijing City to learn more!"

Zhigui came back to his senses, "Huh? Leaving so soon?"

Song Jixin nodded and said: "Anyway, everything has been packed a long time ago. With the two big boxes in my house, plus your small box, our family has left nothing behind for those who can and want to move it out. Let's leave early." It’s no different if you leave late.”

Zhigui put his chin on his knees and said sadly, "Yes, this is our home."

Song Jixin sighed, sat on the threshold with her, stretched out his hand to wipe the rain off his forehead, and said softly: "What, you can't bear to leave? If you really can't bear to leave, then let's leave later. It's okay. I'll go with you." Say hello."

Zhigui suddenly laughed, stretched out his fist and shook it vigorously, "No need! Just leave, no one is afraid of whom!"

Song Jixin reminded: "Don't forget that four-legged snake."

Zhigui suddenly became furious and said angrily: "That idiot who got a thousand cuts sneaked into my box and lay down under it yesterday. I searched for it for a long time. After I finally found it, there were several rouge boxes under the box. They’re all so dirty! It’s really an unpardonable crime, and there’s no way to escape the death penalty!”

Song Jixin began to worry about the fate of the four-legged snake, and asked tentatively: "Isn't that idiot... killed by you?"

Zhigui shook his head, "No, let's keep it alive for the time being, and settle the accounts with it when we get to the capital. By the way, sir, when we get to the capital, let's raise a few more old hens, okay? At least five!"

Song Jixin said strangely: "Eggs are enough to eat, why do you still need to buy them? Don't you always think that our old hen is too noisy?"

Zhigui said seriously: "At that time, I will tie a rope around the feet of each old hen, and then tie it to the four legs and head of that idiot. As long as I am unhappy, I can drive away the old hen. Otherwise That four-legged snake is so stupid that it doesn't run very slowly. It exhausted me to death every time before, and it only made me angrier..."

Listening to his maid's thoughts, Song Jixin's mind was filled with the scene of the execution, and he said to himself: "Isn't it divided by five horses... Oh no, it's divided by five chickens."

Song Jixin laughed heartily.

Zhigui was used to his young master's wild and unconstrained way of thinking, so he was not surprised. He just asked: "Sir, the box is so heavy, how can the two of us carry it? There are also some good things, so we didn't throw away what should be thrown away."

Song Jixin stood up and snapped his fingers: "Come out. I know you are hiding nearby. Could you please carry the box to the carriage?"

There was no response from all around.

Song Jixin was silent for a long time, and said with a gloomy face: "Get out! Do you believe I can ask my uncle to move it in person?!"

After a while, several hidden figures appeared quietly from the rooftops across the Mud Bottle Lane, onto the alley, or in the alley outside the courtyard gate.

A total of five dead men in black filed in after the leader opened the door.

The leader hesitated for a moment, clasped his fists and said in a low voice: "It was my duty before, so I didn't dare to show up without permission. I hope your highness will forgive me."

Song Jixin said expressionlessly: "It's your business."

The man kept his head lowered, "I dare to ask Your Highness to help explain something to the prince."

Song Jixin said impatiently: "My uncle will argue with you about such a trivial matter?!"

The five people were motionless, standing in the yard in the drizzle, refusing to move.

Song Jixin compromised and said, "Okay, I will explain the situation to you."

Only then did the five people enter the house. The three men in black easily carried the boxes respectively. The first and last two people escorted them with their bare hands. After walking slowly into the Mud Bottle Alley, they all ran away.

Song Jixin was thoughtful.

Zhigui held up an oil-paper umbrella and handed a slightly larger one to Song Jixin. After locking the main door, the kitchen door and the courtyard door, the master and servant stood at the door of the courtyard holding umbrellas. Song Jixin looked at There were Spring Festival couplets with black characters on a red background and painted Wenmenshen, and he said softly: "I wonder if we will be able to see these couplets next time we come back."

Zhigui said: "I just left, why did I come back?"

Song Jixin laughed at himself: "That's right. If you do well, you won't have anyone to show off to when you come back. If you don't do well, there will be a lot of people laughing at the joke."

The rain continued, and the alleys gradually became muddy. Zhigui really didn't want to stay any longer, so he urged: "Let's go, let's go."

Song Jixin nodded, and the two of them walked towards the entrance of Mubo Alley one after another.

Zhigui walked in front, his steps hurried.

Song Jixin walked behind her, walking slowly. When he passed the high wall of an alley opposite the courtyard gate of a house, Song Jixin, holding an umbrella, stopped and turned his head to look.

The young man looked at the unremarkable yellow mud wall and was in a daze.

Zhigui in front turned his head and looked around, and couldn't help complaining: "Sir, if you don't walk faster, it's going to rain hard!"

The young man's expression under the umbrella could not be clearly seen. After raising his arm and making a movement, the young man responded to the maid's greeting and finally began to move faster.

In the carriage on the street outside Mubo Alley, Song Changjing, the king of the Great Li vassal, was closing his eyes to meditate.

The Supervisory Office will create a secret file every day, and nine of the top dead soldiers and spies of Da Li will be responsible for observing and recording. What is written above is all the daily trivial matters of "the illegitimate son of the supervising official Song". Today What street did I go shopping with my maid, how much did I spend on what food and goods, which sage book was the content of the article recited in the morning, when did I drink secretly for the first time, who did I go to the small town with to fly kites to catch crickets, because What happened, who and where the dispute occurred, etc., all details are recorded in the file, and then sent to the Great Li capital every three months, sent to the imperial study room table in the palace, and finally gathered together They compiled a book together and named it "Xiaodailu" by the brother who liked to write and write the most. From the first "Xiaodailu" to the current "Xiaodailu Fifteen", a fifteen-year-old boy from an alley, every moment of fifteen years. Yeah, it was written into fifteen books.

Before Song Changjing came to the small town, he had read through books that were full of boring trivial matters, but he keenly noticed that one of the books, "Seven," had a page missing in the middle, and it had obviously been torn out. This should mean that a huge change occurred in the summer and autumn when Song Jixin was twelve years old.

Before Song Changjing came to the small town, he thought it was a bloody assassination that started in the capital city of Dali, involving some people who even his brother could only remain mute and eat coptis. But Song Changjing later realized that the story recorded on that page was definitely not a pleasant memory for the young Song Jixin, and it must be related to Chen Ping'an in Mud Ping Lane.

Song Changjing began to sort out his thoughts. This No. 1 vassal king of Dali, who rarely took a break from his busy schedule, carefully recalled the details of the recorded conversation between the two teenagers, as well as the scenes at that time.

Song Changjing opened his eyes and disliked the curtains of the carriage. First he saw the slender figure of the maid holding an umbrella, and then his nephew Song Jixin. The master and servant walked towards the second carriage, and the three boxes had already been moved to the last carriage. On the carriage.

Song Changjing whispered: "Let's get started."

The carriage moved slowly.

The carriage stopped suddenly, and not long after, Song Jixin rushed into the carriage angrily, and said angrily: "What do you mean?!"

Song Changjing asked: "You mean the corpse on your carriage?"

Song Jixin's face was ashen and he stared at Song Changjing.

Song Changjing's expression was dull, "Do you know the identity of the corpse? There are seven intelligence agencies in Dali, and I control three of them. They are mainly used to infiltrate the courts of various countries, spy on important military intelligence, and bribe officials and generals of enemy countries. The national master Xiuhu controls three. The third one is mainly aimed at the public opinion and the dynamics of the world within the dynasty, especially the need to keep an eye on the troubles in the capital. The last one is responsible for dealing with the monks on the mountain and is directly under the jurisdiction of... someone. There are nine Great Li spies in this town. They come from these seven places respectively to ensure your safety and there will never be any mistakes."

Song Jixin said in a deep voice: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Song Changjing smiled and said: "There are twists and turns here. Who is that person loyal to? There are a lot of murky truths. It is probably difficult for me to tell you clearly. Anyway, this person deserves to die. But you need to remember one thing. , now outsiders regard you as His Highness Da Li, as a great nobleman of Tianhuang. Whether they respect you in appearance or flatter you, you can accept it all, but don't forget why they are like this."

Song Jixin sneered: "Oh? Why?"

Song Changjing smiled and said: "How important do you think it is to be you? It's all just because I'm staying by your side. I'm afraid you won't remember this, so I take this opportunity to make you more thoughtful. Stay with the dead. Together, it’s very uncomfortable. But it’s better than the next time I need to be next to your body.”

Song Jixin's face turned red.

Song Changjing glanced at the young man and said in a cold tone: "Get off the car."

Song Jixin instantly swallowed the words on his lips, turned around silently, and left with gnashing teeth.

Song Changjing waited until the young man got out of the car and laughed it off, "With just such a small amount of virtue, when you arrive in the capital, you will be immediately stared at by those toothless tigers and foxes who want to tear off a few pieces of meat from you?"

The vassal king actually had a headache when he thought about going to the capital.

In the carriage, it was the dead man who occupied the most space.

Song Jixin was very uncomfortable with it, but the maid Zhigui's face remained normal. He asked casually: "By the way, Zhigui, have you brought the old key to our house?"

She said doubtfully: "No, I just left it in my house. I don't want to go back. What's wrong? Master, why do you ask this? Besides, Master, don't you also have a set of house keys?"

Song Jixin snorted and said with a smile, "I also threw him in the house."

The three carriages drove past the old locust tree, drove out of the town, and finally bumped on the muddy road, heading east.

When passing the fence gate in the east of the town, the gatekeeper Zheng Dafeng, who was sheltering from the rain in his mud house, squatted at the door with his hands folded, looking at the three carriages. The old bachelor yawned.

About half an hour later, Song Changjing said in a deep voice: "Stop!"

Song Changjing stepped out of the carriage. Song Jixin and Zhigui, who were in the carriage behind, both raised the curtains and squeezed their heads together, looking curiously at Song Changjing.

Song Changjing waved his hand, and Song Jixin pulled Zhigui back.

Song Changjing walked forward. Not far away, there was a middle-aged and honest man with an unimpressive appearance blocking the middle of the road. His pair of straw sandals and his trousers were covered with mud.

Song Changjing walked forward and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that this small town would still have such a number one person like you. It seems that our Da Li spies really eat shit instead of food."

The feudal prince's originally spotless snow-white robes were also stained with mud, and his boots were naturally not spared.

Song Changjing finally stopped ten steps away from the man, "Since we didn't start fighting as soon as we met, let's talk about it, what do you want?"

The small-town man who had even had his roof trampled by the monkeys, facing the Great Li clan king, did not look like he was squatting on the ground and sulking. He said in a deep voice: "Song Changjing, as long as you are beaten, you If you can still survive, you will naturally know the answer!”

Song Changjing frowned, and the man understood and said, "Just let the carriage pass first."

Song Changjing smiled and nodded, without turning around. He kept staring at the man and shouted loudly: "The carriage goes first, just keep going forward."

The man walked to the side of the road and allowed the three carriages to pass unimpeded.

Song Changjing waited until the carriage completely disappeared from sight before looking at the man who was waiting patiently.

This person's realm is only higher than mine, but not lower.

However, the gap between the two is limited.

Song Changjing showed no fear, on the contrary, he was full of fighting spirit, his blood was boiling, and he tugged on his collar.

Although the person in front of him is unknown, he is definitely the best whetstone for sharpening his martial arts.

Song Changjing's intuition told him that today it would be life or death, tomorrow it would be nine or ten, it all depends on this one move!