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The town has more and more new faces from other towns, and the business of inns and restaurants is booming.

At the same time, in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, many young children from this generation of high-ranking families began to quietly leave the town. Most of them were smart and handsome men who had early childhoods, some were unknown villains or loyal children from families, and Zhao Yao, a noble family son. As for Gu Can, a child from Niping Lane, was caught by Liu Zhimao, the Zhenjun of Jiejiang, which was considered an exception.

Chen Ping'an went to Liu Xianyang's house to get a basket of fish baskets and left the town to go to the stream. When there were many people, Chen Ping'an certainly did not practice walking on the mountain-shaking stakes. After leaving the town, there was no one around. Chen Ping'an began to recite the formula silently, recalling the steps, posture and momentum of Miss Ning when she walked on the stakes. She didn't want to miss every detail, and walked the six steps over and over again.

When Chen Ping'an was in the house in Nipin Lane, he was so clumsy and funny, and he was worse than ordinary people. In fact, a misunderstanding of the young girl's cognition was a misunderstanding. Chen Ping'an always knew that he had a problem. He found that he had a fast eye since the porcelain kiln maker, but his hands were slow. To be precise, it was because the boy's eyes and eyesight were too outstanding, which led to his hands and feet not keeping up at all. This means that if someone else imitated Ning Yao's walking, he might have three or four points similar in the first time, rough and clumsy, but at least he was not as similar in one or two points like Chen Ping'an. This is precisely because Chen Ping'an saw it too clearly and was too harsh for each link, so it was too harsh. After he couldn't get up, it seemed particularly ridiculous. Moreover, under the nine points, there was a rare and valuable similarity hidden.

Ning Yao didn't know that even if he imitated the embryonic figure of her Tianjian Immortal, he could not compare with the same spirit even if he had nine-point shapes.

Of course, if you want to say that only Ning Yao is similar, even if she is seven or eight points, Ning Yao will not feel amazing.

What Ning Yao saw and saw were only the remote martial arts distance, as well as the few people standing side by side, and the few swordsmanship tops.

Chen Ping'an sat on the steps under the plaque of the bridge to rest. The boy roughly calculated that he would take twelve hours a day, even if he persisted for five to six hours a day, and repeated practice of walking on the piles, he would only be about 300 times, 100,000 a year, and only ten years could he complete a million tasks. The boy with straw sandals turned his head and looked at the clear stream, and murmured: "It should be okay to let me persist for ten years, right?"

Although Chen Ping'an had never expressed any strange emotions during these days, the leak of Taoist Lu's secrets before leaving, which still made the young man feel heavy. There was one thing that Chen Ping'an never mentioned to Taoist Lu and Miss Ning. That is, after Cai Jinjian poked his eyebrows and slapped his heart, the young man had already vaguely felt something wrong in his body in Nipiao Alley, so he stayed at the gate of his yard for so long, in order to make himself make up his mind. At most, he would throw his jar and fight with Cai Jinjian.

After all, Chen Ping'an at that time, according to the young Taoist Lu Chen, was too lifeless and not like a young man who should have been energetic. Chen Ping'an took life and death more lightly than most people at that time.

Cai Jinjian used martial arts methods to "instruct" the straw sandals' boys forcibly enlightened, making Chen Ping'an's body look like a house without a courtyard door. It can indeed be moved in and absorb more objects. However, in wind, snow, rain, the house will collapse particularly severely and quickly. Therefore, Lu Chen asserted that without exception, Chen Ping'an could only live to the age of thirty or forty.

Afterwards, she slapped Chen Ping'an's heart, destroying his foundation of cultivation. His mind is an important city for those who practice. After the city gate collapsed, Cai Jinjian almost blocked the normal operation of this pass. This not only cut off Chen Ping'an's path of cultivation, but also accelerated the speed of Chen Ping'an's decay.

What is really scary about Cai Jinjian's two moves is that after the door is opened, on the one hand, Chen Ping'an is no longer able to practice the method of immortality, which means that he cannot make up for the portal with magical powers and cannot cultivate his foundation. On the other hand, even if a young man is lucky enough to enter the martial arts hall, he can indeed rely on body tempering to strengthen his body. However, for Chen Ping'an, huge risks will always be accompanied by opportunities. If he is not careful, he will fall into the vicious circle of "practice of external martial arts can easily attract evil", which will lead to a pitiful end of prolonging life and a long life.

It is urgent to be a martial art that can flow slowly and nourish vitality. Whether this martial arts is sharp and domineering, does it make the martial arts realm thousands of miles a day or not.

Chen Ping'an's hopes are all in the "Shaking the Mountain" that Ning Yao looked down upon. For example, after she said, there are also "sword furnaces" standing on the stance and "Qianqiu" sleeping on the stance.

But Chen Ping'an did not dare to practice randomly. He just glanced at it for a few times and refused to look it up. He felt that Miss Ning should be allowed to check it out after appraisal, confirm it, and start practicing again.

As long as you are on the right path, no matter how poor your understanding is, as long as you are diligent and tenacious, you will make progress every day. In the wrong direction, the smarter you are, the harder you are, the more you are, the more you will do, the more mistakes you will make.

These words were said by Liu Xianyang. Of course, his focus was on the last sentence, "You Chen Ping'an is the first type of person, and Master Song's smart ghost is the second type. Only I, Liu Xianyang, is the real genius who is smart and walks the right way."

When Liu Xianyang was boasting, he was accidentally heard by the old man Yao who passed by. He always looked at Liu Xianyang as a proud disciple. He didn't know what the young man said to touch the old man's sadness. Old man Yao was furious for the first time and chased Liu Xianyang and beat him up. Anyway, after that, Liu Xianyang never said the word "genius".

Chen Ping'an exhaled heavily, stood up, walked up the high steps, and entered the corridor of the bridge, and found a group of people gathered in the distance, four or five people, standing or standing, as if guarding one of the women. Chen Ping'an only saw the woman sideways, and saw her sitting on the railing of the bridge, her feet naturally hung on the surface of the stream, closing her eyes to rest. Her hands had strange postures, with her fingers wrapped around or bent.

The feeling that Chen Ping'an was that she was clearly closing her eyes, but she seemed to be looking at something with her heart.

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment and stopped moving forward. He turned around and walked down the steps, intending to wade through the stream and find Liu Xianyang. Today he carried two baskets, one big and one small, and wanted to return the smaller basket to Master Ruan's blacksmith shop. After all, it was borrowed by Liu Xianyang and others.

In the distance of the bridge, the group of people looked at each other and smiled after seeing the shabby straw sandals, and did not say anything, for fear of breaking the mysterious "water view" mood of the woman of the same year.

This method is fundamentally derived from Buddhism, and there is no doubt about it. It was later adopted, selected, integrated and refined by many practice sects, and many paths were divided into many small paths on the last path.

However, Dongbao Pingzhou has always been regarded as the Buddhist Dharma-Ending Land. After several disasters that affected the territory of half of the continent, Buddhism has gradually declined over the past thousand years, and its momentum is far less than that of the Confucian and Taoist schools among the three religions.

"I only hear about the True Lord and the Heavenly Master, but I don't know the Dharma protectors and great masters" is the real situation in Dongbao Pingzhou today.

However, there are indeed countless immortal sects that benefit from Buddhism.

Chen Ping'an rolled up his trousers and waded by the water. He went to the other side of the bridge and suddenly heard screams and angrily shouts from the other side of the bridge. He thought about it but did not get involved.

When he arrived at Master Ruan's blacksmith shop, there was still a lively scene. Chen Ping'an did not wander around casually. He stood next to a well and asked someone to help inform Liu Xianyang.

I thought I would have to wait for a long time, but I never thought that Liu Xianyang would come soon, and pulled him to the riverside, lowered his voice and said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time, why did I come!"

Chen Ping'an wondered, "Master Ruan urged you to return the basket?"

The tall boy rolled his eyes and said, "What is a broken basket worth? I have something important to say to you. After you pick up the stones and return to my yard, you will wait for the lady to find you. The woman with her son in big red clothes. Last time we met the mother and son at the entrance of Nibo Lane, after she came to the door, don't say anything, just hand over the big box to her, she will give you a bag of money. Remember to count it in person, and not one of them is missing!"

Chen Ping'an was shocked and said, "Liu Xianyang, are you crazy?! Why do you want sellers to give them to outsiders?!"

Liu Xianyang hugged the boy's neck with his strength and stared at him and said, "You know, what a big future is in front of me, why did he miss it for nothing?"

Chen Ping'an looked suspicious and didn't believe that this was Liu Xianyang's original intention.

Liu Xianyang sighed and whispered: "That lady wants to buy my ancestral armor. The other pair of masters and servants ask for a sword scripture. My grandfather told me before he died that when there was no way, the armor could be sold, of course it is not allowed to be sold at a low price. However, even if the sword scripture is dead, it is absolutely impossible to admit that it is in our old Liu's house. I promised to sell the armor to the lady. In addition to agreeing the price, I also asked her to agree to a condition. After she got the armor, she would also convince the old man who looked burly and would not cause trouble for me in the near future. It was just a drag-on technique. When I became Master Ruan's apprentice, these things would be nothing."

Chen Ping'an asked bluntly: "Why don't you drag that lady away? Could she still come to the blacksmith shop to cause trouble for you? Besides, she can't break into the door and steal your armor."

Liu Xianyang let go of his hand, squatted by the stream, touched a stone and threw it into the stream, and said, "Anyway, the treasure armor cannot be sold. Now that there is a fair price, it is not good, and it can make things more stable. Maybe Miss Ning doesn't need to take the risk, so I don't think it's bad."

Chen Ping'an also squatted down and persuaded him anxiously: "How do you know that the price she gives is very reasonable? What if you regret it in the future?"

The tall boy turned his head and grinned, "Repent? Think about it carefully. When did I, Liu Xianyang, have I done something I regret after so many years?"

Chen Ping'an scratched his head, always thinking something was wrong, but the young man was rude and really didn't know how to convince Liu Xianyang.

Liu Xianyang has always lived a free and easy life, and it seems that he has never stumped him. He has never been able to untie his knots or things he cannot do.

Liu Xianyang stood up and kicked the basket behind the boy with straw sandals, "Hurry up, I'll take it back to Master Ruan. When I go back to wait for me to officially become a disciple and worship the tea, you can come and have a long experience."

Chen Ping'an slowly stood up, but he wanted to speak, Liu Xianyang laughed and scolded: "Your uncle Chen Ping'an, am I selling your heirloom? Or is it your wife?"

When Chen Ping'an handed him the basket, he asked tentatively: "Don't think about it anymore?"

Liu Xianyang took the basket, took a few steps back, jumped high without warning, and made a fancy round kick.

After landing calmly, Liu Xianyang asked with a smug smile: "Are you awesome? Are you afraid?"

Chen Ping'an replied angrily, "Your uncle"."

After staying away from the Ruan Family Shop, Chen Ping'an, who was thinking, went into the water to pick up stones. He didn't know that the restlessness was due to the decline of the stream. He didn't get much harvest today. He waited until Chen Ping'an approached the bridge and only retrieved more than twenty snake gall stones, and none of them could make people shine and fall in love at first sight.

Chen Ping'an picked the baskets of fish baskets, placed them in the grass by the stream, took a deep breath, turned around in the stream, and began to practice walking on the piles.

After a round trip, Chen Ping'an felt nervous. He saw a short boy squatting in the place where the baskets of fish were hidden, with a green and fluffy dog-tail grass in his mouth.

It is the grandson of Grandma Ma of Xinghuaxiang. She has been regarded as a fool since she was a child. In addition, Grandma Ma's impression is really bad in the hearts of Chen Ping'an's generation, and she is stingy and mean. The grandson who implicated her baby was used as an idiot. Every time the boy went out, he was chased and bullied. Every time he went out, he was chased and bullied. Every time he wore new clothes and boots, in less than half an hour, he would be forcibly messed up by his peers or older teenagers. Just imagine a pair of brand new boots that Grandma Ma had just bought from the shop. After his grandson went out, he was immediately stepped on by more than a dozen people. When the child returned home, where could the boots go?

This silly boy whose real name Ma Kuxuan is no longer remembered has always been strange. He is bullied, but he never complains to Grandma Ma, nor does he cry or beg for mercy. He always has a plain face and a cold look. Therefore, the children in Xinghua Lane do not like to play with this little fool. Ma Kuxuan learned to play by himself very early, and he likes to see the clouds in the sky on the earthen slope or on the roof.

Chen Ping'an had never bullied Ma Kuxuan, nor had he ever pity his peers, nor did he think of two guys who were sympathetic and sympathetic, trying to keep warm.

Because Chen Ping'an always feels that people like Ma Kuxuan are not only not stupid, but are very similar to Song Jixin in their bones, and even more so.

They seemed to have not spoken, but they seemed to be waiting, as if they were talking silently to others. God owed me a lot of things, and sooner or later I would take them all back. I owe me a copper coin. Song Jixin might have to God behave like to pay back one tael of silver, Ma Kuxuan, or even one tael of gold!

Chen Ping'an didn't think that they were bad, it was just that he didn't like it himself.

The boy was no longer like the fool before, with clear mouths and a smile, "You are Chen Ping'an from Nipin Lane, living next to Zhigui?"

Chen Ping'an nodded, "Is there anything wrong?"

The boy smiled, pointed to Chen Ping'an's basket, and reminded: "Maybe you didn't notice that the stream had dropped a lot, and the good stones were only the deep pool under the corridor bridge and the puddle on the back of the green cow. No other places could do. Just like the one in your basket, you can't keep the air. The stone will soon change. Some are lucky, and you can make a good whetstone when you are dead. Some can become inkstones for scholars. In the end, these things are still good things, and it is definitely not difficult to sell at a high price, but... forget it, you may not understand it even if you say it."

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, saying nothing.

The short boy suddenly said, "You were practicing boxing in the stream just now?"

Chen Ping'an still didn't speak.

Ma Kuxuan's eyes shone brightly and he laughed: "So you are not stupid either, right, it's similar to me, I'm a member of the journey."

Chen Ping'an bypassed the boy, said I'll leave first, then carried a basket and went ashore.

The boy squatted in the distance, spit out the dog-tail grass chewed in his mouth, shook his head and whispered: "The boxing posture is not good, there are many mistakes. No matter how much you practice, you can't practice flower head."

Ma Kuxuan didn't turn his head, "Have you retrieved the tokens of our military strategists?"

A man behind him smiled and said, "Remember to call Master first in the future."

The boy ignored him, stood up and turned to ask, "Can you show me the small sword tomb?"

It was the military master who hung the tiger talisman with a sword on his back, claiming to be from Zhenwu Mountain. He once threatened to fight with the junior uncle of the master where the Golden Boy and Jade Girl were.

The man shook his head and said, "It's not too late."

Then he was a little annoyed, "Why did you deliberately ruin the woman's water view state of mind? Do you know that such a thing is the greatest enemy of life and death for the rest of your life!"

The young man said indifferently: "The road is hard. If you can't stand this hardship, how dare you hope for the lofty and worry-free life?"

The man smiled angrily and said, "You dare to speak loudly before you even enter the door, and aren't afraid of making your tongue go wrong?"

The boy grinned at the end, revealing his white teeth, and smiled and said, "In the future, when I encounter such a chance to break the situation on the road of cultivation, I will take the initiative to tell the woman, Master, you are not allowed to interfere, let her do whatever she wants to do."

The man sighed: "Do you know that the opportunities in the world are divided into sizes, blessings are divided into thickness, and roots are divided into heights. If you measure everyone by your own principles in everything, one day you will encounter people with bigger fists, deeper cultivation, and higher realm. If you are in a bad mood, you will break your bridge of immortality with one punch. How do you deal with it?"

The boy smiled and said, "Then I will accept my fate!"

The man laughed at himself and said, "In the future, I will never reason with you again, and I will play the piano against a cow."

The boy suddenly asked, "How did that guy from Nibo Lane know the beauty of the stones in the water? He has also started practicing boxing?"

The man suddenly looked stern, "Ma Kuxuan! No matter what your character is, you must keep in mind one thing. Our military corps is authentic sword cultivator! Cultivate one sword to break all the skills, cultivate one sword to follow the original heart, cultivate one sword to seek invincibility, but you are absolutely not allowed to kill innocent people indiscriminately, bully ordinary people, and you are not allowed to be on the sword path in the future. Because you are jealous of others, you will deliberately stumbling up the people of your fellow practitioners!"

The boy stretched, "Master, you're thinking too much. No matter how powerful that guy in Nipin Lane is, as long as he doesn't mess with me, it has nothing to do with me. After all, no matter how high the achievements of these people in the town are, they will be just a stepping stone for me in the future. Jealousy? I'm thanking them for not having time."

The man said helplessly: "It really doesn't make sense. I guess Zhenwu Mountain will not stop in the future."

The boy asked curiously: "Which one are you ranked in Zhenwu Mountain?"

The man smiled, "If you don't say this, it will hurt your face."

The young man rolled his eyes and said, "I would like to become a disciple later if I knew it would be better than me."

The man laughed it off.

He didn't tell his disciples that there are many kinds of geniuses in the world, and so are talent.

The straw sandal boy had a seemingly ordinary six-step stance, but he was actually walking with the intention of fists all over his body.
Chapter completed!