Sword of Coming

At dusk, when Chen Pingan returned to the small town and passed the east gate of the city, the sloppy man at the gate was still humming a tune, singing "An inch of time is not to be taken lightly, all glory and wealth can be thrown away", maybe it was the boy who was raped by the straw sandals. Disturbed by the hasty footsteps, the man opened his eyes, and just looked at the young man who was trotting in. After seeing this debt collector, the man was extremely disappointed, and waved his hands angrily: "Go, go, your time is worth a bird's money. The four words of prosperity, wealth and honor, if you can have a word attached to it, burn the incense."

After Chen Ping ran past, he raised one palm high, spread his five fingers, and shook it vigorously.

It was obviously to remind the janitor that there was a five-pence bond between the two of them.

The man spat hard and scolded: "It's not a good bird either!"

The boy's figure disappeared quickly, and the man looked up at the clear blue sky, like a layer of beautiful glaze.

The man rubbed his stubble-covered chin, clicked his tongue and said, "Mr. Qi said a poem, what is it, good thing, Liuli?"

An ox cart slowly drove out of the town, and a well-known scholar in green shirt sat in the cart. The driver was a middle-aged man with a dull expression.

The man immediately waved his hand and laughed loudly: "Brother Yao, don't rush away, brother, I have a word in my stomach, I only remember good things, colored glaze, etc., and I can't remember anything else, you are a learned boy." Great, let’s talk about it!”

Zhao Yao, who was in high spirits, held a luggage in his arms and said loudly: "Good things in the world are not strong, but colorful clouds are easy to disperse and glass is brittle!"

The man stretched out his thumb, "As expected of Brother Yao, you are very knowledgeable, and you will be promising in the future. Don't forget to go back to your hometown to see your brother. If you don't know, you can replace your husband and be a teacher for our small town children. Very good."

Zhao Yao froze for a moment, then clasped his fists together and smiled, "According to old brother's auspicious words!"

When the man was happy, he took out an embroidered bag from his sleeve, shook his wrist, and threw it high to the scholar in Qingshan. He grinned and said, "You have written so many Spring Festival couplets in vain for so many years. The key is that you are also kind. I never find it troublesome, my brother is always right in seeing people, I will give you some gadgets, and have a good trip!"

Zhao Yao quickly caught the purse, "There will be a time later!"

The man nodded with a smile, waved his hand at the boy's ox cart, but murmured, "It's difficult."

The boy in straw sandals walked into the depths of the town, while Zhao Yao's ox cart rushed to the world outside the town, passing each other.

The man sitting on the tree stump counted with his fingers, "The boy from Da Sui who was carrying a golden carp in a bamboo basket, the son of Widow Gu in Niping Lane, and Brother Yao from Fulu Street, this is already three Well. But there are still so many people rushing in, so I can only pick up junk? Otherwise, I will also take the opportunity to find a filial apprentice who can rub my shoulders and knock my back?"

The man stretched out his hand to paw the wrinkled dark cheeks, and said with a chuckle, "It would be the best if she is a beautiful female apprentice with a bright and smooth face. Well, I can bear a bad face, but the legs must be long! "

This well-known bachelor in the small town put his hands on the back of his head, looked up at the sky, and was secretly happy. After thinking of these happy things, I suddenly lost my worries, and only felt that there is great beauty between heaven and earth.

Before Chen Pingan left Niping Lane, he made an appointment with Liu Xianyang and the girl in black. When the time came, they would meet directly at Liu Xianyang's house. When Chen Pingan ran to Liu Xianyang's house, the door was unlocked. I saw that Liu Xianyang was cleaning and wiping the ancestral armor with a clean cotton towel.

The girl in black, Miss Ning, put on her light veiled hat again, she wore a knife at her waist, and she casually held the long sword with a snow-white scabbard in her hand. For some reason, Chen Ping always felt that Miss Ning seemed to dislike this sword.

The old item on the table that was passed down from generation to generation by the Liu family at the bottom of the press box was said to be a precious armor. In Chen Ping's eyes, it was really ugly and frightening. The scratches slanted down from the left shoulder all the way to the right waist.

Regarding this point, the two teenagers couldn't figure it out. They really couldn't imagine how huge a beast in the mountains and forests could create such a terrifying scene. Later, the imperial court banned many mountain peaks, and the people were not allowed to enter the mountains to cut firewood and burn charcoal. , Chen Pingan and Liu Xianyang almost never violated the prohibition, and this is the reason for most of it.

Chen Ping'an was a little strange, this black charcoal-like iron armor was ugly, but Liu Xianyang really regarded it as a family heirloom, even if it was a friendship like Chen Ping's, he had only seen it once over the years, less than half a year later. Zhu Xiang carefully moved it back to the vermilion lacquer box and enshrined it.

However, seeing Liu Xianyang peeking at the girl in black from time to time, Chen Pingan was a little relieved. Liu Xianyang has always been such a virtuous person, and he can't control his eyes when he sees a beautiful woman, but he doesn't really like to be moved, he just likes to show off To show off, for example, in the past summer, when I was bathing shirtless in the brook on the other side of the covered bridge, if a girl of the same age passed by with a seedling or a yellow ox, Liu Xianyang would definitely come to the bank first, burning his buttocks first. Song Jixin commented on this as "announcing the world", and finally slammed it again. Chen Pingan, who has very good eyesight, can actually see the eyes and expressions of girls in the distance clearly, so he has always wanted to tell Liu Xianyang the truth. Some of those good-looking sisters rolled their eyes, some cursed, and more of them were fundamental. Turn a blind eye, the only thing is that there is no one with bright eyes who thinks you are a hero.

Of course, Liu Xianyang fell in love with Zhigui, Song Jixin's maid, and fell into it for no reason. After that, the tall boy seemed to have no other beautiful women in his eyes. Even if he is flamboyant with the girl in black at this moment, it is more for the girl who is arrogant and indifferent. Don't underestimate him. Don't think that holding a knife and holding a sword can drag you like a king of heaven. This heirloom of my Liu Xianyang , that is the only one in the town.

The girl in the veiled hat waited for Chen Ping'an, looked around, and finally put the long sword horizontally on an old antique cabinet painted with golden flowers. The paint was mottled and cracked. I found a pattern inlaid on the back wall of the cabinet, a golden osmanthus tree, just in time for the full moon.

The girl turned her head and said: "The sword is here, don't touch it, or you will bear the consequences. I'm not joking."

Liu Xianyang was busy wiping the treasure armor, from time to time he lowered his head and let out a breath, and rubbed it lightly with his arm, he really enjoyed it.

Chen Pingan promised: "Definitely."

The girl said to Liu Xianyang: "This cabinet is worthless, but this inlaid pattern of golden osmanthus hanging on the moon, don't sell it cheaply."

Liu Xianyang didn't raise his head and said: "I didn't like that thing when I was a child. If you like it, girl, just scrape it off yourself."

Of course the girl in black did the act of burning the qin and boiling the crane, she just asked curiously: "What is the material of this pattern?"

Liu Xianyang glanced back, "It's hundreds of years old, I don't know, even my grandfather can't say one, two, three, four."

Chen Pingan said softly: "It should be stones picked up from the creek beach. There are many colors, but Liu Xianyang's elders must have only picked golden yellow ones back then. They were first crushed and then glued together. We put these This kind of stone is called snake gallstone."

The girl in black asked, "Stones? Are there many streams?"

Chen Ping smiled and said: "Miss Ning, if you want, I can pick up a big basket for you a day. No one here likes to see this, but Gu Can likes it, and often picks it up by herself."

The girl in black sighed, and looked deeply at the poor boy in Niping Lane, "You poor man who lives on the mountain of gold and silver."

Chen Pingan was surprised: "This kind of stone is outside, is it worth money?"

She lifted the veiled hat and said: "The price depends on who owns it. Besides, even if it falls into the hands of a knowledgeable person, it depends on luck. If you are lucky, one is enough. If you’re unlucky, a mountain of stones won’t do anything. But no matter what, it’s valuable, and it’s very valuable. It’s just that I don’t know whether it can be brought out of the town, which is very important.”

Liu Xianyang interjected, "This stone is a bit strange. As long as it is taken out of the stream, the color will fade when it is exposed to the wind and sun, especially after rain and snow. The color will fade even more. Other than that, there's nothing else."

The girl said regretfully, "As expected."

Chen Ping hesitated for a moment, "How about I pick up a big basket tomorrow and try it out? What if there are exceptions?"

The girl shook her head and said, "For me, it doesn't make sense."

Liu Xianyang had already moved the precious armor back into the house and hid it. Leaning against the door, he said with a smile, "Chen Ping'an is a big money fanatic. Maybe he will go to the creek to touch the rocks tonight."

The girl put down a sentence, "Let's go."

When she walked to the door, she turned her head and asked, "I will keep the hairpin and the prescription safe for you. But I still need you to go to Mud Bottle Lane tomorrow to help make the medicine."

Chen Ping nodded and said, "No problem."

She thought for a while, her face was solemn, and she reminded: "The group of foreigners who entered the town at about the same time as me, the most powerful one should be the old man from Zhengyang Mountain. It was the eunuch of the Sui Dynasty who injured me, and then Liu Zhimao who took Gu Can away, and don't underestimate the woman who hides a knife in her smile. So as long as you meet that old guy in Zhengyang Mountain, try not to argue, but once you get up If there is a conflict, just delay the time, don't fight with others, don't have any chances, and must delay until I show up."

Liu Xianyang said in a low voice: "On our territory, these foreigners who don't know where they are born, really dare to kill people?"

Chen Ping glanced at him, nodded and said, "Dare."

Liu Xianyang swallowed his saliva.

Chen Pingan asked suddenly: "Do you still remember what Taoist Lu... the fortune teller who set up a stall told you?"

Liu Xianyang felt dizzy for a while, and after trying to remember, he scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks and said: "I don't remember this clearly, I only know that they are some unsightly words, anyway, they are saying that there is a big disaster, burning incense, etc., messy, I just thought of him It's nonsense, cheating people to cheat money..."

Chen Pingan turned to look at the girl in black.

The girl said viciously: "He can't remember the signature, how can I undo it for him? I really think I'm a god!"

Chen Pingan was a little confused, wondering why Miss Ning was so annoyed all of a sudden.

The girl strode away from the house.

Compared with when I came here, I was slower and more vigorous.

The girl with the knife was walking in the spacious alley, wondering if she should turn around and find some books to read?

When the girl thought of walking around in the future, she would simply chop off her head with a flying sword, and then write a few impassioned impromptu poems, even if no one was around, she still thought it was really handsome!

Just when the girl was full of longing, a familiar figure flew by.

"See you tomorrow, Miss Ning."

When the voice fell to the ground, the figure was almost at the end of the alley.

A boy in straw sandals, with a basket on his back, walks like flying.

The girl was stunned, and muttered to herself: "Is there really such a money fan?"