In a village school, a middle-aged Confucian scholar Qi Jingchun was sitting and making a scheming poem. It was not a famous game that has been passed down through the ages, nor was it a review of the dispute between the national players in the chess world.

He was about to drop a white piece on the chessboard, and sighed. The Confucian scholar suddenly began to be undecided when he withdrew his hand. After he withdrew his hand, the chess piece was still hovering in the air, still more than an inch away from the chessboard.

Qi Jingchun is still sitting upright. As a contemporary saint responsible for sitting here, one of the seventy-two Confucian academies and the former mountain owner of Shanya Academy, even if he was exiled to this place and made meritorious contributions, Qi Jingchun is still a well-deserved scholar of the world.

For ordinary people in the town, the plants and trees wither and flourish every year, and the spring and autumn of Jiazi are fleeting. Several teachers have changed, with different appearances and ages. Only the indescribable temperament of scholars is exactly the same, old-fashioned, harsh, taciturn, and in short, they are all boring. No one thought that the scholars who came and went back and forth were actually the same person. Not only that, in the vast world outside the town, Mr. Qi, who lived in simplicity, once had a transcendent and lofty position and was also possessed with the supreme magical powers of righteousness.

The next moment, Qi Jingchun's soul left his body and traveled far away, like an immortal wearing snow-white clothes, instantly breaking free from his body and going to an alley in a small town.

Qi Jingchun came to the alley in a flash. He first went to see the woman lying in a pool of blood, Cai Jinjian of Yunxia Mountain, whose three souls and seven spirits swayed and dissipated, like a candle in the wind.

After Qi Jingchun stayed for a while, he finally came to the side of the two.

The young lord of the old Long City with high crown and big sleeves leaned back a little, stunned, and on his handsome face with jade-like skin, his expression was complicated, and there was shock, confusion and despair.

The boy maintained the sharp posture of jumping high and purging forward, holding a piece of porcelain as sharp as a blade in his left hand. Even at the critical moment when you are born and die, the boy who is still in the air still has a firm eyes and a calm face. He doesn't look like an ignorant boy born in a small alley and grew up in the mountains. Perhaps only the boy who is in line with the identity of a boy is the helplessness hidden deep in his eyes. For this kind of helplessness, scholars who have walked out of the study and academy for many years are no strangers to this kind of helplessness, just like looking at a farmer who relies on the weather for making a living, squatting on the dry and cracked barren fields in the dry and cracked sun, looking up at the scorching sun, there will be no heart-wrenching emotions, but only deep helplessness and confusion.

As the temporary master of a world, Qi Jingchun certainly knew the origins and deeds of Chen Ping'an's family of three, and even traced back a hundred and a thousand years. Even if he had not seen the young ancestors with his own eyes, he could roughly evolve. The reason is very simple, just like the county magistrate of the county government. If you really want to see the inheritance of the people under your rule, you only need to manage the household registration and check the files to see it at a glance.

After more than three thousand years of reproduction and development, the town has spread outside the town and has intertwined, because each generation has several amazing figures. Although they cannot return home in glory, they can feed back their families through secret channels, and eventually created the four most prosperous tribes of the town today.

Chen Ping'an's family has a long history, and his ancestors have also become prosperous and have been very generous. However, after two ups and downs, Dongbao Pingzhou, which has countless dynasties and dynasties, gradually became silent and declining, giving way to other surnames. After a thousand years, the rivers have faded. As the generation of young fathers, the Chen family in the town has almost completely declined in the entire Dongbao Pingzhou, not to mention the territory of the Dali Dynasty where the town is located, as if it was an official who was ordered by the king to "no official for generations" and the family has no possibility of recovery.

After Qi Jingchun came here to preside over the operation of the formation, he had been observing the four-character teacher training for more than 60 years, and never changed the fate of the people in the town by his personal likes and dislikes. Otherwise, in the eyes of this scholar who once hated evil, there were too many filth in the town's high-government and wealthy households, and there were too many poverty in the shabby alleys. However, after Qi Jingchun watched coldly, he saw that the big family mansions had their futility and helplessness, and the small family had their extreme evil. Over time, Qi Jingchun was like a high-ranking statue, neither enjoying incense nor accepting favors. He just sat upright and ignored the world.

Qi Jingchun was slightly surprised, stepped forward, looked closely, and nodded slightly. It turned out that the poor boy, who was so powerful, seemed to be determined to win this culprit, and he would never give up until he killed Fu Nanhua. But in fact, according to his current attitude, the boy only slammed Fu Nanhua's neck with his wrist, which was much better than Cai Jinjian's end. Fu Nanhua should have been hit hard and fell horizontally towards the wall. Then the boy grabbed his neck with one hand and pressed his porcelain piece against his abdomen with the other.

Qi Jingchun was a little curious about why the young man did not kill this time. The great opportunity was fleeting and the future was endless. Qi Jingchun was a mediocre Confucian, who abides by etiquette but would not stick to dogma. He was not the kind of pedantic scholar who could only shake his head and lose his bookcase. He was very familiar with Fu Nanhua and others, regardless of qualifications, roots, temperament and temper. Even if he was threatened by the young man in today's alley, he would definitely be a shame and humiliation that young man saw in his life. It would not be an exaggeration to exaggerate his inner demons. At that time, the one who would have to be petty with the young man was not Fu Nanhua himself, but the entire Lord of the South China Sea Laolong City.

The reason why Qi Jingchun came here to prevent the teenagers from killing people in a row was to be fair. Now the town is like a piece of porcelain with cracks, which will explode sooner or later. Qi Jingchun must delay this unstoppable process and try to arrange a retreat for more people. It is best to be able to hand it over to the blacksmith "Master Ruan" safely. After the last 60s, everyone can be happy. People on the mountain get opportunities and people at the foot of the mountain get peace. You must know the usual character of the former. Whenever the road collapses, old and old change, opportunities rise everywhere, and longevity is expected, what is the life and death of hundreds or thousands of ants at the foot of the mountain?!

The ruthless family of secular dynasties is really not worth mentioning than the selfless way advocated by many monks.

Qi Jingchun thought for a moment and quietly disappeared.

The world moves smoothly and unobstructed.

The previous situation was quietly broken.

The boy's wrist finally hit Fu Nanhua's neck hard. The latter's head shook and fell horizontally towards the wall of the alley. He was so terrified by the huge force that he fell. After landing, the boy quickly approached his body and elbowed Fu Nanhua's abdomen.

Fu Nanhua did not stand up straight against the wall. The boy's elbow hit him so hard that he almost spit out bitter water, and his body instinctively bent.

The young man pinched Fu Nanhua's neck with one hand and pressed the abdomen of the Gaoguan young master with the other hand.

It is hard for Fu Nanhua to imagine why the thin boy who was one head shorter than himself had such a huge force, especially the sharpness and coldness of the porcelain pieces on his abdomen, which made the young lord of Laolong City feel the approaching death again. A line of separation is the separation of yin and yang.

Of course, Fu Nanhua would not know how amazing the infinite potential of a child who had to search for herbs when he was young was that he had to search for herbs in the mountains and fields because of a stronger obsession than his own survival.

When the boy accidentally ate herbs and rolled on the ground with colic, that obsession could even make a child who should have been in a rural school go home even if he crawled, and put the bamboo basket of life-saving herbs back home.

After that, there is nothing to chop firewood, burn charcoal, burn porcelain and tear, taste soil, etc., and there is no need to test the teenager's physical strength and endurance.

Outside the town, Fu Nanhua used a little magic to crush a hundred or a thousand teenagers at will, but he chose to face him in the town. He really had good luck at the end and kicked the iron plate.

Fu Nanhua was hit by the double blow of severe pain and shame, and said with a grim expression: "If you kill me, you will die! If you don't kill me, you will still be unable to escape death! Little bastard, you will be dead!"

Chen Ping'an raised his head slightly, stared at the man with a crazy look on his face, and said, "You know, I don't want to kill you, I have no grudges with you, but you want to harm me, so I fight back."

Fu Nanhua grinned and said, "Little bastard, is it worthy of reasoning to me, Fu Nanhua?"

He tried his best to emphasize, "Are you worthy?!"

Chen Ping'an was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you have to kill me?"

When Fu Nanhua saw the dark boy's eyes, he suddenly calmed down.

Fu Nanhua's face turned red and soon turned blue and purple again. In fact, the young man's five fingers did not increase, but it was enough to suffocate a young man to death.

Fu Nanhua said with difficulty: "I said I won't kill you, do you believe it?"

He struggled violently.

But the boy increased the force almost at the same time, causing Fu Nanhua's arm to sag with his five fingers slightly moving.

Chen Ping'an shook his head.

Fu Nanhua became more and more dizzy. Although he wanted to slap the bastard in his heart, he still tried to be as kind as possible on the surface and added, "What if I swear to God? People like us cannot swear casually."

Fu Nanhua played a scheming. Buddhism made great ambitions and swearing in his heart with the monks was indeed extremely binding. However, it is obvious that Fu Nanhua only said half of the truth. Even if he swore, he would only swear with his mouth. It was not a heavy oath of "not establishing words, but it was tantamount to engraving the heart wall of the Dan chamber". Therefore, whether to obey the situation afterwards depends only on the mood. Furthermore, the oath of a practitioner is not without a method of cracking, the price is only about the size of the price. Generally speaking, the price is absolutely related to the level of the monk and the swearing content.

Unexpectedly, the boy with straw sandals shook his head.

Fu Nanhua, who was getting more and more difficult to breathe, had lost the spirit of bargaining and was in a daze for no reason.

Are you going to die?

Just like that pitiful worm Cai Jinjian, or is it dead at the hands of a little bastard?

So when this bad news is transmitted back to Laolong City, will it become a joke for the whole city?

He didn't even have the chance to reach out to trigger the secret mechanism of the jade belt around his waist. The white jade belt tied around his waist was actually the residual spirit of the Earth Dragon.

"It's OK."

The voice of a sky sounded in both of them, which was equivalent to the sound of nature for Fu Nanhua, but he just fainted, not sure if it was his own hallucination.

Chen Ping'an turned his head in shock.

As a result, I saw a vague and vague Mr. Qi.

The latter smiled and said nothing.

Chen Ping'an's eyes returned to his perseverance, and his five fingers of his right hand never let go.

Qi Jingchun was neither angry with the kindness of being treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, nor was she as relieved as seeing a pair of fabricated materials. She just waved her sleeves at the young young man in the straw sandals, as if she had "snatched" an item into her hand.

The Confucian saint spread his palms and laughed in silence.

A ball of filth is like ink traces.

It turned out that the intention that someone planted in the boy was dull and had clearly disappeared.

Looking up at the young man Chen Ping'an again, Qi Jingchun felt a little regretful and sighed: "No wonder that those who accomplish things in the world are the best talents of the world are the second most, and perseverance is the first priority. Chen Ping'an, you taught me another lesson for me. Unfortunately, I, Qi Jingchun, now no longer has the opportunity to collect the closed disciples."
Chapter completed!