If it should be yours, take it and don’t throw it away. If it’s not yours, don’t even think about it.

In the past, Chen Ping'an was very poor and thought more about the latter sentence. Now that he has some wealth and has begun to pursue something, the first sentence has begun to come in handy.

I, Chen Pingan, want to do my best in everything I can do!

He often told himself this silently.

As the straw-shoe boy went south, he changed one pair of straw sandals after another. Even though he saw a lot of new scenery, the truths he knew first, big and small, were only a few that came and went, and none of them were lost.

It seems that since I was young, I was afraid of poverty. In the eyes of others, the words and principles may be empty and useless, but for the empty-handed boy in Mud Bottle Alley, they are particularly valuable. As the years go by, they will only become more valuable. When you behave in the world, you will

Thinking about them, I like to take them out and chew them when no one is around.

"Da Li", one of the classics of Confucianism, says: The destiny is called nature, the will is called Tao, and the practice of Tao is called teaching. The Tao is called Tao, and it cannot be separated for a moment; it can be separated, but it is not the Tao.

One day before, Li Baoping explained this sage's teaching to Chen Pingan. The young man in white, who usually never showed his face, stepped out of the carriage and silently came to the two of them. After listening, he left silently.

However, at that time, the little girl followed the script and spoke in a general and rigid manner. Chen Pingan was even more confused and confused, and the two of them quickly skipped this section.

At this time, the girl suddenly said: "Don't worry about me, Chen Pingan, you should leave first."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Cui Dongshan said that there is a high possibility of demons in this Hengshan Mountain. It's so late. Thank you, Miss, please be careful."

The girl smiled and said: "Although I am a young monk in the lower fifth realm now, I still have some means of self-protection in life and death situations, so don't worry."

After Chen Ping'an slid down the tree trunk to the ground, he walked forward slowly with a rock-shaking pile walk, with a certain degree of relaxation.

The originally simple boxing skills of the outsiders were forcibly given to the young man to develop a smooth inside style.

The girl held the branch and patted her knees gently. The young man in white stood elusively on a high branch nearby, exactly where Chen Ping'an's sword furnace was originally erected. The branches under his feet swayed gently, and the young man's figure rose and fell accordingly.

Cui Zhang faced away from the mountain, waved his hand, and a bamboo flute spun and flew to the girl to thank her. The latter reached out to catch it and looked down with complicated eyes.

Xie Xie asked: "After nearly two decades along the way, if even the Imperial Master could not see through Chen Pingan's character? According to your instructions, let me chat with Chen Pingan, and allow me to say whatever I think of, but

What's the point of this conversation?"

The young man in white looked into the distance and said softly: "When Chen Ping'an sees me, his whole spirit will instinctively shrink, just like a pass. When he sees the smoke warning, he will be in seclusion under martial law. Usually he and Li Bao

When the three of you are in a relationship with Aquarius, you will be able to show some true feelings, but it is not enough. You need someone to talk to him about some weighty, everyday things."

Xie Xie asked tentatively: "Where is the real bottom line for the National Preceptor to determine Chen Ping'an?"

The young man didn't answer the question, with a look of pain on his face, "The old man imprinted some words on my soul. All I know for the time being is that they will extremely amplify certain emotions of mine, and I will go into heat. It seems natural, but looking back, it is really disappointing.

It's scary. If old man Yang hadn't reminded me, I might still take it for granted."

The girl smiled and said, "You want the Imperial Master to learn to treat others with sincerity?"

Cui Zhang did not turn his head, and said with a cold face: "Little girl, I advise you not to say sarcastic words. My patience has a bottom line. I can't help him, Chen Pingan, otherwise he would have died a hundred times. As for you

This little guy who can only drift with the crowd, a poor guy who has no one to set up a tomb when he dies, if I really want to crush you to death now, all I have to do is kick him."

The girl was silent.

Cui Chan put his hands behind his back and twisted his wrist with the other hand, "Yu Lu is much smarter and more lovable than you."

The girl no longer dares to talk nonsense.

Perhaps it was because she had been on such a safe road, and the words and deeds of the young and skinny Dali Imperial Master next to her were too absurd, that she felt contempt for him without even realizing it.

The young man's eyes were confused, and he said to himself: "Taoism is high, Buddhism is far away, and rules are great. It can be said that each of them has the foundation to establish a religion. How can other schools of thought compete with these three schools? How can they establish a religion? Is there really no one?

Any chance? Do you really want me to follow Qi Jingchun's example and stand out independently from the old man's intellectual portal? But the problem is, I did it at the beginning and even thought I had found the right path, but you slapped me in the face, old man.

Just shoot me to death. What do you want from me? Just tell me!"

The young man couldn't help but burst into tears again.

At this moment, this scene, in the grateful eyes of the girl on the side, no longer seemed funny at all. Instead, she wished she was deaf and didn't hear anything.

The young man turned his head with tears in his eyes and said with a smile: "Little bitch, you owe me another life. Remember, you will have to pay me back in the future."

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When Chen Pingan returned to the cowhide tent, he suddenly felt a little dizzy.

There is an unfamiliar face in the team.

She was dressed in a white dress, her skin was as good as snow, her lips were black and blue, and her temperament was faint, not like a living person.

The woman was sitting by the campfire, playing chess with Lin Shou. The vague-faced Yin God was sitting cross-legged and staring at the situation on the chessboard.

Li Baoping was also squatting aside. The little girl did not have the consciousness to watch the game without saying a word. Whether it was Lin Shouyi or a strange woman, she would comment on every move made.

Only Yu Lu was guarding the carriage and did not approach the bonfire.

Chen Ping'an was in a daze, what on earth is going on?

Li Huai quickly ran to Chen Pingan and whispered: "This sister is very upright. As soon as we met, she confessed that she was a ghost from the Qing Niangniang Temple on the top of the mountain, because she liked playing chess the most during her lifetime, and now the small temple is

Beside, there were a lot of literati who were looking for adventure, drinking and having fun. She was upset by the noise, so she went for a walk down the mountain. She happened to see Lin Shouyi reviewing the game there, and she couldn't help but want to play chess.

She was willing to take out a unique chess book and give it to Lin Shouyi as a reward. After some cross-examination, Senior Yin Shen felt that the problem was not big, so he agreed to her."

Chen Pingan had no savvy in playing chess, and because he was afraid of making mistakes, he also liked to play slowly. Therefore, after Lin Shouyi had two chess friends, Xie Xie and Yu Lu, he did not like to talk to Chen Pingan anymore. Chen Pingan knew that he was not

I didn’t study the chess material in depth, but Lin Shouyi often played music by himself during his breaks. He was as lonely as an enlightened monk. At first glance, he was influenced by his family studies.

Chen Pingan walked to the campfire without getting close to the chess game and added a handful of firewood. However, even Lin Shouyi, who was playing the game, raised his head and looked at Chen Pingan. The stern young man had a somewhat apologetic look on his face. After all, he was following them.

The Yin Shen who traveled far away explained to them in detail after the incident of the ghost in wedding dress that all the incense gods of all walks of life who were not included in the mountain and river genealogy by the court, no matter how high their cultivation level or how good their reputation was, could only be included.

Ghosts and ghosts are no better than helpless ghosts like him.

Chen Pingan waved his hands and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, you continue."

The female ghost was so absorbed in playing chess that she held a black stone between her fingers and put it against her chin, frowning.

Obviously, the female ghost's chess skills are not too high, otherwise Lin Shouyi would not have the upper hand.

Chen Ping'an sat alone a little away from the bonfire and secretly glanced at Yin Shen. The latter smiled and nodded, indicating that there was no need to worry, as this woman could not cause any trouble.

Chen Pingan was finally relieved.

This Yin God was supposed to be separated from them outside Dali Yefu Pass, and then return to Longquan County on the same route. However, he changed his mind at the last moment and said that he would send them off again, not for Old Man Yang's order, but for a little selfishness.

Chen Ping'an didn't know what was going on. Seeing that Yin Shen was very insistent, he agreed.

Chen Ping'an started practicing sword furnace again.

When the young man opened his eyes, he found that Yin Shen was sitting next to him, with his back to the people and ghosts who were playing and watching chess. He smiled and looked at Chen Ping'an.

Chen Pingan asked: "Is something wrong?"

Yinwu hummed and said slowly: "I'm going back soon, I want to say goodbye to you first."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Yinwu suddenly called Chen Pingan.

When the boy was confused, his eyes widened suddenly, and he saw a slightly familiar face, revealing a real Yin Shen. He quickly stretched out his finger and made a silent gesture, and soon returned to his previous state.

With the weird sight of blurry and swaying appearance, the Yin God used secret techniques to sound his voice in the young man's heart, and said softly: "Xiao Ping An, thank you for helping me take care of Xiao Can for so many years. I am very grateful. You also gave the loach to me.

Xiaocan, I really don’t know how to repay you. Really, if I could, I would give my life to you, but I can’t..."

Chen Pingan's eyes turned red, and then he grinned.

The kind-hearted young man was sincerely happy for Gu Can.

But he couldn't help it, he felt a little sad.

Yin Shen stretched out his fist, punched his heart, and said with a smile: "Chen Pingan, I believe in you. One day you will reach the highest and farthest place!"

Chen Ping'an didn't know how to answer, as the figure of the Yin God had quietly passed away.

This year, Chen Pingan was fourteen years old.

The young man Cui Chan is fifteen years old. Lin Shou is twelve years old, Li Baoping is nine years old, Li Huai is seven years old. Yu Lu is fourteen years old. Thank you for being thirteen.
Chapter completed!