After saying this, the Confucian scholar laughed at himself, saying, "What are the valuable and valuable disciples of Qi Jingchun now? The whole room of elementary school children collects Shu Xiu, but only 300 cents a year." Some children from poor families only have three pieces of bacon.

Qi Jingchun looked at the boy who insisted on his own opinion and asked, "Depending on your heart, you are actually unwilling to kill him, but the problem is that this person seems to have to kill you no matter what, so he killed him, and kept his life for the time being. What will happen tomorrow? Or do you hope to calm down and turn big things into small things? Right?"

A young man who often listens to the next door to read the seeds of reading and reciting poems and essays blurted out: "Why did sir teach me?"

Qi Jingchun smiled and said, "Chen Ping'an, you might as well let go of your right hand first and then decide whether to walk around with me. There are some things that I can't stop, and I must give you an explanation."

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, and after letting go of the five fingers of his right hand, he suddenly found that Fu Nanhua had no movement at all, his eyes, hair, and breathing were all still.

After Qijing's Spring Festival travel rush, the town returned to the end.

Qi Jingchun whispered: "Follow my steps and try not to walk ten steps away."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar with fluttering clothes and an ethereal body led the way to the end of the alley, and Chen Ping'an followed closely. During this period, he looked down at the palm of his left hand. The flesh and blood were blurred and bones could be seen, but the blood that could be seen in the naked eye no longer flowed.

Qi Jingchun walked in front and asked with a smile: "Chen Ping'an, do you believe it? Are there any gods, demons, monsters and monsters in this world?"

Chen Ping'an nodded, "I believe it. When I was a child, my mother often told me some old stories, asking me to believe that good will be rewarded with evil and evil. My mother said the most, so I remember clearly that there are other water ghosts dragging children in the stream. On the side of the broken ancestral hall in the north of the city, there is a master of the underworld who specializes in the trial of cases at night. He also said that the door god we posted will actually come back to life at night and help us protect the house. I didn't believe these things before, but now, I think they are mostly true."

Qi Jingchun whispered: "What she said is true or false. As for the saying that good will be rewarded with good and evil, it will be difficult to make a conclusion, because the definition of good and evil is different, the common people, emperors, generals, and immortal immortals are different, so the conclusions they draw will be very different."

Chen Ping'an hid the porcelain pieces, speeded up, walked side by side with the Confucian scholars, looked up and asked, "Mr. Qi, can I ask a question?"

Qi Jingchun seemed to see through the young man's thoughts and said calmly: "This town is the burial place for the last real dragon in the world and the place where bones are buried. The countless dragons in the world all believe that this place has the most prosperous fortune and is destined to "give a dragon" one day. In fact, for three thousand years, the incident of dragons has not arrived. However, the children born in this town are indeed far better than those of their peers outside. Many famous fairy palace couples in Dongbao Pingzhou, combined with their offspring, are just like this. Of course, not every child in the town has a talent of amazing talents."

Qi Jingchun smiled. He did not explain in depth this matter, but was probably because he was afraid of hurting the heart of the child and changed the topic. "Almost all the senior monks who participated in the dragon-slaying catastrophe were seriously injured. Many people settled here and practiced, which was calm and died. There were also Taoist couples who survived by luck, and some naturally formed a good marriage after fighting side by side. After more than three thousand years of reproduction and reproduction, the town has reached its current scale. On the territory of the Dali Dynasty, this place was first called Daze Township, and later it was changed to Longyuan by a saint himself. Then he avoided the word Yuan of a certain Dali Emperor and made a modification..."

The boy who kept his words in his stomach finally couldn't help it, and softly interrupted Qi Jingchun's words, clenched his fists with both hands, full of desire and expectation, "Sir, the question I want to ask is my parents...what kind of people are they..."

Qi Jingchun fell into deep thought, "Since the traveling Taoist has revealed the secret to you, I can also follow the opening he broke and tell you something. In my memory, your father is a simple and gentle person with mediocre talent and is not worth taking away from the town. Naturally, he has become a useless rib in the eyes of some people. He is regarded as a loss-making business, maybe in anger, or in a difficult life. In short, the porcelain buyer outside the town tampered with your father's "natal porcelain". After that, not only did he have a bad life, but he also implicated you and your mother in suffering. Later, for some reason, he accidentally learned the secret of natal porcelain, and knew that once he was taken away from the town after being opened, he would become a marionette for the rest of his life. He secretly smashed the natal porcelain that belonged to you. If I remember correctly, it should be a porcelain paperweight."

Qi Jingchun said in a deep voice: "You must know that babies born in small towns have a code name to be stored in secret files every year. There are also special people in the town who will use their unique secret technique to extract a drop of blood from their hearts and pour it into the natal porcelain that will be fired in the future. The girl's natal porcelain will be burned for six years. The boy's longer, and the kiln fire will not be cut off for a day, and it will last for nine years. What is the child's talent? It is like the porcelain of ordinary kilns. It can only be left to fate to determine luck. However, after betting, the bid for "betting on porcelain" is very large. Although your qualifications are equally average now, when your father resolutely smashed that piece of porcelain paperweight, the anger of the porcelain buyer outside the town can be imagined."

"As for your mother, she is a woman with a quiet temperament."

When Qi Jingchun said this, she suddenly laughed, "When your mother married your father, many of her peers in the town were very depressed. But to be honest, I really wanted to tell me the details of your parents' life when they were alive, which made it difficult for me. After coming here, I had a lot of things to do besides teaching and teaching."

The boy nodded, turned his head slightly, and wiped his face randomly with his hands. The boy probably forgot the bad situation of his left hand, his face was covered in blood, and he was really reluctant to wipe it with his sleeve.

The two passed by the Twelve-legged Archway.

Qi Jingchun did not look at him and opened the skylight to speak with the young man, "The real dragon fell here, and the four saints appeared in person to make a contract here, stipulating that every sixty years, another person would sit here to help watch the residual energy left by the real dragon after its death. In fact, whether the roots were eliminated at that time was not without dispute... But telling you these ulterior motives will harm you. Generally speaking, people among the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, plus a military rank, are mainly in all directions. The other hundreds of schools of scholars in Dongbao Pingzhou, the blessings of the cave heavens, immortal families, wealthy families, etc. all have a certain share and opportunity to share the benefits here. Ridiculously, whether there is a quota for "buying porcelain" within a hundred years has almost become a symbol of whether a sect and aristocratic family is first-class."

Chen Ping'an said: "I don't understand what sir said, but I remembered it all. But today I know that my parents are good people, so I am content."

Qi Jingchun smiled and said, "I don't expect you to understand it now. It's just a prelude. Otherwise, I would like to advise you not to kill Fu Nanhua, and you will definitely not listen. The reason why I asked you not to kill people is not that I, Qi Jingchun, hurts his kind, and why the rabbit dies, and why the fox is sad about it, nor is it that I am grateful to him for his wishes. Fu Nanhua and Lao Longcheng will be grateful for the future. I will be better off in the future. It's not like that. In fact, on the contrary, I am a disciple of Confucianism, who advocates entering the world and is most resistant to the unscrupulousness of people in the practice. The two sides have been fighting openly and secretly for countless years. If Qi Jingchun was the age when I just went to Shanya Academy to study, then whether it is Liu Zhimao, the Zhenjun of Jiejiang, or Fu Nanhua, the young lord of Lao Longcheng, there is no chance to survive now. I would have been killed by a palm."

The boy discovered that although Mr. Qi was still gentle in his tone and his walking posture was equally elegant, he felt that he was completely different.

Just like Old Man Yao was drinking and drinking, he said that the porcelain we burned was for the emperor to use, who can compare?

When Mr. Qi said that when he slapped others into ashes, he had a different tone than Old Man Yao at that time, but his expression was exactly the same.

Qi Jingchun frowned and looked up at the Nipin Lane, as if listening to someone else's words. Although she did not show an expression of boredom, the displeasure in her eyes was not concealed.

He finally said coldly: "Leave quickly!"

Chen Ping'an looked confused.

Qi Jingchun explained: "It was the storyteller, whose real name was Liu Zhimao and whose Taoist name was Jie Jiang Zhenjun. He was actually a Taoist in the other side. He had a good cultivation and poor character. Most of the grudges between Cai Jinjian and Fu Nanhua and you were caused by him, and finally he planted a talisman of a wrong path in your heart. It was a four-character mantra, secretly engraved the four words "to die with one heart" in your heart, and his methods were extremely vicious."

Chen Ping'an silently remembered the name Liu Zhimao.

Qi Jingchun sighed and asked, "You are not curious, why don't I take action?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head.

Qi Jingchun said to himself: "This world is like an old porcelain that has been exposed to the wind and sun for three thousand years. It is about to be broken. After all, you are outsiders and have a large array to protect you. How to act? As long as you don't go too far, it will not break the porcelain. But I am the person holding the porcelain. Any action of me will involve the cracks in this porcelain. In fact, no matter what I do, it will only increase the spread of those patterns. If the porcelain is just broken, it would be fine, but the fate of five or six thousand people in this town is in my hands. How can I take it lightly?"

But Mr. Qi spoke too quietly, and Chen Ping'an couldn't hear these words that had been depressed for many years and could not hear them clearly.

Qi Jingchun looked at the boy who wiped his face with his right hand from time to time. The two had already walked to the neighbor of the Tiexu Well in Xinghua Lane. A woman was bent down to draw water. Qi Jingchun asked, "If a stranger falls into the well, if you save someone, you will die. Will you save him?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and asked back: "I want to know, can I really save that person?"

Qi Jingchun did not answer the boy's question, but just smiled and said, "Remember, a gentleman will not save him."

The boy was stunned and asked in confusion: "Gentleman?"

Qi Jingchun hesitated for a moment, squatted down, first straightened the boy with straw sandals, then wiped the blood from him with his hands, and said softly: "When encountering misfortunes, I feel compassion first, but a gentleman is not a pedantic person. He can go to the well to save people, but he will never let himself die."

It seems that I was inspired by this question.

The boy asked seriously: "Sir, can I still survive now? If so, how long can I live?"

Qi Jingchun thought about it carefully, stood up slowly, and cut the railway line: "If you are not afraid of the bumpy road ahead and suffer a lot, you will definitely be able to survive."

The boy immediately smiled brightly and said naturally: "I'm not afraid of suffering!"

Qi Jingchun thought about the journey, and the boy was calm and relieved, "Let's go and take you to a place. Although I, Qi Jingchun, can't help you, but now it's over. Letting you through this disaster is not considered breaking the rules. In fact, we should have compensated you for an opportunity."

The boy was confused.

The two of them came to the old locust tree. For some reason, the town was silent inside and outside, and the only exception was the old locust tree, with the leaves slightly swaying and swaying.

After Qi Jingchun stood still, his face was solemn. After bowing, he looked up and asked, "Can Qi Jingchun ask you for a locust leaf so that the young man can leave the town safely in the future, and at least for three years, he will not be affected by the sudden disasters that come back?"

The thousand-year-old locust tree is silent.

Qi Jingchun asked again: "Qi Jingchun has been in charge of this place for fifty-nine years, and has worked hard without any credit. Can't he ask for a locust leaf in the ancestral shade? What's more, the young man is the family of your town, why are you so stingy?"

The old locust still had no response.

The silence at this moment is like silent sarcasm.

You Qi Jingchun have great magical powers, but you are one of the worlds in this world, and the poor person who presides over the hub of the formation. We just don’t want to give this incense feeling for nothing. What can we do to me?

Qi Jingchun's face was gloomy and calm, and finally she could only sigh, look down, and feel guilty.

The boy grinned and comforted him, "Master Lu said that I just need to go to the south of the town and find a blacksmith named Ruan. As his apprentice, I have hope of living. Mr. Qi, without this...Huaiye, I believe there is no problem!"

Qi Jingchun asked with a smile: "Truth?"

The boy scratched his head and said shyly: "Fake it."

Qi Jingchun smiled knowingly.

Sudden.

A piece of green and tender locust leaves fell from the height of the tree crown.

The boy just stretched out his palm and the leaves fell on his palm.

There is a golden font on the leaves, which flashes away.

Qi Jingchun was a little shocked. After a moment, he said in a deep voice: "This word is Yao, Chen Ping'an. Are you willing to repay the kindness of the Yao family, regardless of life or death?! To be honest, even without this leaf, you may not be without a glimmer of hope. I can tell you this clearly. So you must think clearly!"

The boy asked, "Is it the word Yao from Master Yao?"

Qi Jingchun nodded, "That's right."

The boy folded his hands together, gently clamped the locust leaves in the palm of his hand, raised his head and shouted: "As long as I live for one day, as long as I am a Yao person related to you, as Mr. Qi said before, even if he falls into the well, even if he will die if he saves people, I, Chen Ping'an, will save him!"

The sound of nature is quiet.

Qi Jingchun smiled and said, "Let's go."

When he left with the boy, he quietly turned his head and looked at the highest point of the locust tree. Qi Jingchun looked sarcastic.

There are not no locust leaves with the surname Chen, but in fact there are more than one or two pieces. However, in the end, even though they knew that the place was about to collapse, they would rather find another host. Even if they were not surnamed Chen, they still did not have a lot of incense and were willing to look forward to the straw sandals boy in Nibo Lane.

Qi Jingchun turned around, touched the boy's head, and joked: "If it were Song Jixin, Zhao Yao, Gu Can, and others who made such ambitions like you did before, they might resonate with the world."

The boy smiled sunny, "Then I can't control it. I just do my own thing."

Qi Jingchun asked again: "Is this the truth?"

The boy smiled and said, "Yes!"
Chapter completed!