Chapter 15： Pressure win

When the teenager walked out of the mud bottle lane, she just met the prostitute Qiu Gui of Song’s salary. After she sent the tall woman to Gu Yu’s house, she did not rush to go home, but went through the alley and went shopping. Once again, there was a small shop on the side of Xinghua Alley. Although I didn’t buy anything, my mood was still good, jumping all the way, cheerful and light.

Growing in the wild waters of the country, it is like a girl with a grassy fragrance. It is different from those who are in the high-rise mansion and the courtyard.

After seeing the sandals and teenagers, she did not have the eyebrows as low as before, and slightly accelerated her pace to pass by. Instead, she stopped and stared at the neighbor who did not often deal with it.

Chen Pingan smiled at her, ran across and ran, and then ran faster and faster.

Jiuguian quietly stood on the mouth of the mud bottle, turned his head and looked at it. The shabby young boy running in the sun was quite like a wild cat with a strong vitality. He was roaming around, and he looked like he was not hungry.

The girl is not happy in the town, and she is affected by the eccentricity of the young Song’s salary. The name of the child who is named is to go to the iron lock, or to buy things, or to add stationery to her teenager. The girl always gives people a feeling of disunity, and there is no playmate of their peers. When they meet an acquaintance, they never love to talk. For a small town that prefers hilarious celebrations, such a girl is really difficult to get close to. stand up.

In this respect, Chen Ping’s situation and the prostitute’s childishness are actually somewhat similar. The difference is that although the teenager does not like to talk, his character is definitely not annoying. On the contrary, the boy is gentle and friendly, and there is nothing stinging. The sharp edge is only the relationship of the family's decline, and went to the Long Kiln to burn the porcelain to livelihood, and it seems that the relationship with the neighborhood is not so familiar. Of course, the people in the mud bottle lanes, for the birthday of the juvenile, there are indeed some unclear taboos. In the fifth day of May, in the township folk customs, the "bad days" of the five poisons, the teenagers are here. Born one day, and his mother died, Chen Pingan became the last single seedling in the family. Naturally, it would make people feel guilty, especially those who are old and like to join in the old banyan tree. The teenagers in Mud Lane are especially alienated. They will also tell their children not to be close in private, but when the child is reluctant to ask, when the roots ask why, the old people can’t say why.

At this time, a slender figure walked out of the alley, standing next to the girl, and the girlish child turned her head, saying nothing, just walking forward. The man turned and walked side by side with her in the mud bottle lane. It was Mr. Qi Jingchun, the only scholar in the town, and a Confucian student who was a good man.

The girl’s footsteps kept on her face and her face was indifferent. “We both, well water does not make river water, isn’t it good? And you don’t forget, sir, it’s really a place where you occupied the world, and I’m a little slave, of course only I can breathe, but from the very beginning, Mr. your far-reaching venomous field, which seems to be tens of millions of miles away, seems to have some problems, right? So nowadays, Mr. is just well water, and I am the river!"

Mr. Qi smiled at the uninvited guest of Mushui Lane. He said: "Wang Zhu, stop, and temporarily call you to the village to call you, Jiugui, you have not thought about it, you have been born in the world, but you really thought that I don’t have the means to win? Or do you think that thousands of years ago, the four gods saw the saints who did not see the end, and they came to this place to personally make rules, just to talk about it, not leaving a little bit behind? You just sit down and watch the sky, the height of the sky, the vastness of the earth, far from the sight of the wellhead."

The girl frowned. "Mr. Qi, you don't want to take words to marry me. I am not a master of my family. I am not interested in your high-sounding rhetoric. I don't believe it. Mr. may wish to open the skylight and talk. If you are killed or killed, it will be good to get together. I will continue."

The middle-aged Confucian gentleman said slowly: "After you are advised to leave the cage here, don't take the inch and the fish in the future. It will not be good for anyone. Especially after you and the embarrassing avenue, whether or not you become a Taoist, you should It’s not a threat, but it’s a sign of goodwill.

It is reasonable to say that the identity of the two is a world apart, but the prostitute is not humble, even the current momentum is still vaguely over the half of the Confucian, ridiculously said: "Goodwill? For thousands of years, you are not allowed to practice, high above The painting is for the prison. Take this place as a cropland. This year, I will cut a bundle next year, year after year, and the millennium will not change. How did it come to the present, I began to think of it as a shackle with me? Haha, I heard the young master say In a word, many of you are regarded as a standard, called non-family, whose heart is different, right? So it’s no wonder that Mr. Qi, after all...”

Mr. Qi went on and took a step, like laughing and laughing, "Oh?"

After one step.

The prostitute of the prostitute is slightly changed.

The two did not know when they stood in a place, and they couldn’t see their fingers in the dark. Only the top of the head was far away, and there were countless rays of sacred breath.

They are like being in the bottom of a bottomless water well, and the golden sunlight slowly falls from the well.

Middle-aged Confucianism has a green shirt, and there are bursts of brilliance on the clothes.

Hao Ranqi is just bright.

The girl first looked like a face, but she quickly recovered her numb appearance, and whispered: "The sixty years of Buddha's sacred voice, such as the thunder of the ear, the sound is not rest. Sixty years of Taoist 箓, such as the bones of the bones, try to tear Sixty years of arrogance, sheltering the sky, nowhere to hide. Sixty years of martial arts, such as the cattle turned over, everywhere is sputtered. Every Jiazi is a reincarnation, a full three thousand years, Yong Ningning Day... I just want to know what you call the avenue of the avenue. Where is it, the black and white words on the book of the gentleman, the whispering meaning of the sorcerer’s essays, I can see it, but I can’t find it...”

She is obsessed with looking at the middle-aged man who is upright and ignorant. He is both an unnamed book-teacher from the backcountry and a well-known bookmaker in the Confucian Mountain Cliff Academy. He is also a scholar who even praises the "Mr."

The girl suddenly smiled and asked: "How can the gentleman teach me how to persuade me to be good? If I remember correctly, one of your Confucian sages and one of the Taoist priests has proposed that there is no teaching. '?"

The man shook his head and said: "It is useless to tell you 10,000 saints."

The girl seems to be chatting with the Confucian gentleman. In fact, the whole person is like a tight bow, and the corner of the eye keeps looking around for the broken clues.

Confucianism turned a blind eye to this and sneered: "I know that you actually have endless anger, resentment, and killing. I don't want to be heterogeneous, but you have to know that it is always a matter of ignorance and compassion. The true teachings of the Three Churches."

"Our young masters often recite chanting, and they are ignorant of the readers. The most boring." The girl pulled her lips and picked up the weird gold. "The original Mr. Qi is really back to the light, naturally no more than ever." So provoke..."

He laughed. "The reason can't be said, but as long as I am alive in the world, I am still qualified to sit here for one day. If you are ungrateful, you don't want to play with your teeth!"

The girl pointed her finger and said, "I am ungrateful?"

Middle-aged Confucian anger said: "When you were the weakest, you had to bow your head and take the initiative to conclude a contract with someone. Who saved you in the snowy day of Mud Lane?! Who is it for so many years, a little bit Encroaching on his remaining gas?!"

The girl smiled and said: "When you are hungry, you have to find something to eat and fill your stomach. Isn't this a matter of righteousness? Besides, he didn't have any big chances. He died early and died early. Maybe he still has some hope in his life. If he left his rootless duckweed in the town, hey, that’s true..."

The Confucian waved his sleeves and whispered softly: "Shut up!"

The readers screamed: "The mysterious avenue, the heavenly heavens and the dawn, can you say that you can break it?! Every life has a number of fate, what qualification do you have to make choices for others?!"

On the top of the girl's head, a golden hand with a bright radiance appeared in the air, and the imposing manner was strong. For example, the Buddha had a palm to descend the demon, and as the Dao ancestors suppressed the evil, quickly pressed on the girl's head, forcing her to kneel down and her forehead on the ground.

The buzzing sound creaked.

The girl who looked down, her hands on the ground, struggled to get up, and she did not see her face, and she gave a burst of laughter: "You can press me down, but I definitely don't admit it!"

The majestic golden hand, holding the girl's head, once again, was a gimmick.

The sound is as heavy as a spring thunder.

Confucian Shen Shen said: "Don't forget! This line of vitality is what the saints give you, not you fight for it! Otherwise, let alone suppress you for three thousand years, what is the difficulty of 30,000 years?!"

The girl who is always holding her head is hoarse, "Your shit, I can't go!"

The Confucian raised his arm high and slammed it against the void in front of him. "Let me! Give me the town!"

From the center of the golden light cast from the wellhead, a white jade seal emerged. Zhang Yuchang is wide and square, and the seal is engraved with eight ancient characters. Some of them are extremely red and glaring, and numerous purple lightnings linger and creak.

With Qi Jingchun's order, it is really the legendary way of saying that the huge seal is falling from the sky, and the girl's back is lying on the ground.

This huge seal containing the power of heaven and earth does not seem to be a real thing. It does not crush the girl to the ground, but the wind and thunder are quickly embedded in the ground, and there is no trace, just like the rain.

But after a moment, the whole girl was cut off from the body by heavy objects, and it was so badly smashed on the ground.

Even so, the girl has a hand with five fingers like a hook, so that the five fingers are like lettering on the ground.

Qi Jingchun no expression, cold voice: "Three times, you want to respect each other! Cangsheng! Avenue!"

The girl’s eyes were sluggish and there was no response.

Qi Jingchun gently waved his sleeves and dissipated the suffocating majestic majesty. "I Qi Jingchun is just the next sage of the saints. You can press you three gimmicks. After you go out, once you do what you want, you are not afraid to meet more than you. Unreasonable existence, a finger will crush you?"

Qi Jingchun sighed. "You are here, you are being detained by suppression. You are not free, but have you ever thought about where there is absolute freedom in the world? I have made various rituals in the Confucian sacrament, why not for all things, for another. A kind of freedom? As long as you don't overstep the rules, don't break the rules, just stick to the etiquette, and one day, the big land, where can you go?"

The girl looked up and stared at the middle-aged Confucian.

Qi Jingchun took a step.

The heavens and the earth returned to normal, and he and the prostitute Qiugui returned to the Mud Lane, the sun was warm, the spring breeze and the hustle and bustle.

The girl staggered and stood up, her smile pale, and her bare teeth were revealed. "Mr. teaches me today, and the slaves write down."

Qi Jingchun stopped talking and turned away.

She suddenly asked: "Even if I am ungrateful to Chen Ping, but as a sage of the outstanding sages, why do you stand by? Why only the disciples Zhao Wei and my young master, the green eyes add, for the ordinary Chen Ping, but Seoul This is not the same as doing business with a merchant. If it is a strange commodity, it will be carefully cultivated. If it is treated with poor goods, it will be perfunctory. Can you sell good prices and don’t care?"

Qi Jingchun laughed. "Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improving."

The girl is amazed.

When the middle-aged Confucian figure disappeared at the end of the alley, the girl suddenly appeared disdain and snorted.

She limped back to her own yard. When she passed through Chen’s home, she wrinkled her nose and twisted her eyebrows. She was somewhat confused. Just because the road of the **** scholar broke down, the current town is leaking everywhere, like a boat that leaks around, she is still taking care of herself, but she has to plan carefully for the future, so she is too lazy to care about it.

When she pushed the door open, a thick-eyed four-legged snake didn't know which corner to take out, and quickly climbed to her feet, kicking her with a kick.

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In Chen Ping’s house, the young Taoist man sat at the table, watching the nose and nose.

Not long ago, the black girl who was going to die, she was able to sit on the bed herself, sit cross-legged, and did not wear a hat, revealing a memorable face.

It is not that the girl’s devotion to the country is just too arrogant, and it is largely forgotten that her appearance is brilliant.

The girl's double eyebrows are not like a willow blade.

When she stared at the young Taoist people with a kind of full-fledged meaning, the latter had some rare crises, clearly did not do anything bad, but had some guilty conscience.

The young Taoist coughed and quickly cleared himself. "Girl, say good in advance, people are saved by the poor road, but you can enter the house, help you pick up the hat, wash your face, etc., but they are all His people, his name is Chen Pingan, the owner of this dilapidated house, is a black-and-poor boy, his parents died, he was a potter who burned porcelain, and he also asked for a piece of paper with the poor road. That's it, the girl, if you have anything to ask, the poor road must know everything."

The sandals and teenagers, this will be sold out.

The girl nodded, no anger, but she said with great sincerity: "Thank you for your help."

The younger Taoist who is more discouraged and laughed and said: "It doesn't matter, no matter how much you can do it, the girl is innocent."

The girl in black asked: "The road leader is not Dongbao Pingzhou?"

The young Taoist asked: "The girl is not, right?"

She snorted.

The Taoist also followed.

The young Taoist man with a lotus crown on his head smiled and said: "The poor surname is Lu Shen, and there is no Tao. It is usually called Ludao."

The girl nodded gently and glanced at the young Taoist crown.

The young Taoist hesitated a bit and raised his courage: "The boy has some things, not courtesy, but he is in a hurry, and the poor road has never thought that the girl has recovered so quickly, so there is something offensive, hope that the girl does not want Blame."

The girl smiled and said: "Lu Dao, I am not a very unreasonable person."

The young Taoist said haha: "This is fine, this is good."

The girl raised her brow and the smile of the young Taoist became rigid.

She looked around and her eyes were dull.

She said casually: "I heard that the first sergeant in this continent is going to open a sword here. I will follow it all the way, I hope he can help me build a sword."

The young Taoist sighed: "If it is his, it is not easy for him to cast the sword himself."

The girl in black is obviously also annoyed. "It is very difficult."

At this time, the teenager's left hand licked a bag of herbal medicine, and a small parcel in his right hand, first knocked on the door symbolically, and then quickly crossed the threshold and placed the medicine on the table, whispering: "Dao Chang, You see if you have made a mistake. If there is, I will change it immediately."

The teenager always squats around the parcel and turns to look at the girl. The black girl sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed looks at the girl with the sandals.

The girl in black said calmly: "Hello, my name is Ning, my mother is surnamed Yao, so I am Ning Yao."

The sandals boy subconsciously said: "Hello, my name is Chen, my mother is also surnamed Chen, so..."

The teenager looked awkward, but soon he smiled calmly: "My name is Chen Pingan!"