Chen Pingan gritted his teeth and said: "Sir Song, can you tell me how to take action? Even if you think I can't do it even if I die, Master Song can tell me."

The man didn't feel that he had revealed any clues. The powerful vassal king showed a look of surprise in his eyes and smiled: "Chen Pingan, I'm not looking down on you or deliberately making things difficult for you. On the contrary, I think you are an interesting person. That's why

I’m willing to take the time to reason with you calmly and do business, do you understand?”

Chen Pingan nodded.

Song Jixin sat in an inelegant posture, sitting cross-legged on a chair and gently tapping his knees with a folding fan.

Watching the fire from the other side, worrying about things that have nothing to do with you.

Song Changjing didn't care about the irregularity of Song Ji's salary. In the small town, the vassal king had more information than Qi Jingchun. He finally revealed the secret: "Chen Pingan, you don't have to feel too guilty.

Your friend died because of you, because Liu Xianyang has long been in a dead end. As long as this young man refuses to hand over the sword scripture, it can only be a dead end, because Zhengyang Mountain will definitely kill him. Whether it is Qi Jingchun or Ruan

Master, no one can stop it. It’s not that no one has ever beaten that old ape, but the price that needs to be paid is too high and it’s not cost-effective or worth it.”

The man took a sip of tea and said leisurely: "Chen Ping'an, have you ever thought about why even you, who least deserved the ancestral blessing, got a locust leaf, but Liu Xianyang was so talented that he didn't get it?

A locust leaf, have you ever thought about this problem?"

Chen Ping'an said: "I'm disturbing Mr. Song."

The straw-shoe boy put away three bags of copper coins, said goodbye to the supervisor in front of him, and left.

Although Song Changjing did not try to persuade him to stay, he actually stood up to see him off in person. Song Jixin was about to stand up reluctantly, but saw the uncle shaking his head slightly, and sat back down, leaning comfortably on the back of the chair.

When he reached the threshold, Song Changjing said without warning: "There are two things that I can do but cannot do. So as long as you can do one of them, I can consider helping you teach that old ape a lesson."

The young man quickly stopped and turned around, his face full of solemnity.

The man said calmly: "One thing is to find an opportunity to kidnap the little girl from Zhengyang Mountain next to the old ape, disrupt her will, and force the old ape to stay in the town. The other thing is to secretly cut down the old locust tree at night

, and then pull out the iron chain from the iron lock well. You can do both things, or you can only do one thing. Once one thing is done, I will help you seriously injure the murderer, and both things are done at the same time.

If you don't, I will kill the old ape of Zhengyang Mountain for you."

Song Changjing smiled and promised: "Once you make a promise, you will never break it!"

Then the powerful King of the Great Li clan said an inexplicable word, "Chen Ping'an, I believe you can feel the truth or falsehood of a sentence."

The young man left silently.

Instead of seeing and hearing the young man's boastful words of beating his chest, Song Changjing thought it was normal. He stood at the door with his back to Song Jixin in the room and asked, "You know him well, do you think he will do it?"

Song Jixin shook his head and said: "It's hard to say. Under normal circumstances, it would be very difficult to ask him to do something against his will, but for Liu Xianyang, I guess it's a bit uncertain."

The man stood with his hands behind his hands, looked at the sky, and asked: "Suppose the young man really brings unexpected joy to others, and I take this opportunity to intervene. Whether it is making friends with Zhengyang Mountain or forming an alliance with Fenglei Garden, naturally I can only choose which one."

First, it is even inevitable to have a grudge with the other party. Compared with me, sitting idly by and letting Da Li and these two forces remain indifferent and never interact with each other until death, for me, Da Li, which one do you think?

The result is better?"

Song Jixin stood up, slapped the palm of his other hand with a folding fan, walked slowly, and after thinking about it, he said: "In peaceful times, choose the latter, but in troubled times, choose the former."

Then the young man smiled and said: "No matter whether the world outside the town is prosperous or troubled, it seems that at least uncle you have made your own choice."

Song Changjing sneered and said: "What do we, the warriors on the battlefield, do in the peaceful and prosperous times? Be a peace dog that guards the homes and courtyards of scholars?"

Song Changjing turned to look at the stiff-looking young man, "I have already seen that this young man is the real knot in your heart, and it will be difficult for you to untie it in a short time. Once you leave this knot and leave the town, it will

It will not be conducive to the following practice. So you can see with your own eyes how a simple boy with a pure heart turns into a violent and vulgar person. When the time comes, you will feel that it is very pointless to be angry with such a person.

mean."

Song Jixin opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't refute anything, and finally fell into deep thought.

The man walked back to the room, sat on the main seat, raised his head and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, "The most important thing is that I, in addition to finding a lame reason to fish in troubled waters, want to play this boring little trick."

You understand the truth, on the road of spiritual practice that you are going to take next, anyone may be your enemy...for example, your uncle, I, Song Changjing."

The young man was stunned.

Song Changjing sneered and said: "Because of the evil knot in my heart, if I don't pull it out with my own hands, there will be endless troubles, just like weeds in the wilderness, they will grow again when the spring breeze blows."

Song Changjing sarcastically said: "Song Jixin, who is about to become His Royal Highness Prince Da Li, are you full of grief and anger, but what can you do now? So you think you are better than Chen Ping'an, who is being toyed with by applause?

Where to go?”

Song Jixin stared intently at this man with a calm face. The young man grabbed the five fingers of the folding fan, his muscles and bones exposed.

The man was sitting on the chair, his eyes were deep, looking out of the room, as if he was saying to himself: "The more people you see in the future, you will find an interesting thing, about good deeds and evil deeds being rewarded, gratification and grudges, ordinary people

Blood splatters three feet in anger. Talents, beauties, and lovers eventually get married. These are all imagined by trash to please people. So, your own fist must be strong. Rely on me? Rely on your biological parents? I advise you.

Give up this idea as soon as possible, otherwise taking you out of the town is tantamount to taking your body to a mass grave. The home of the emperor is not self-sufficient in life and death."

The young man was sweating profusely and sat slumped on the chair.

Although the young man hid his complacency deeply after learning his true identity, and there was nothing unusual about how he treated people in the government office. However, in the eyes of the feudal lord Song Changjing, it was as if he was holding a demon mirror and saw a head that had just transformed into a human form.

The charm of the person can be destroyed in the midst of talking and laughing.

Song Changjing looked into the distance, as if his sight had reached the southernmost tip of East Aquarius Continent, to the distant Old Dragon City.

For some reason, the vassal king remembered a saying, "The human heart is like a mirror. The cleaner and spotless it is, the less it can withstand scrutiny and temptation."

Song Changjing felt that although the scholars in the temple kept talking about gods and ghosts, they sometimes said great truths that they, warriors with swords, would never be able to explain in a thousand years.

Song Changjing put away his thoughts and pointed to the south, as if holding a spear and halberd, showing off his sharp edge, "Song Jixin, if you think what I said today is wrong, you can, but bear with it, we will only change places when we come to Old Dragon City in the future.

Sit down, and then I will consider whether I want to listen attentively!"

Prince Song Jixin of Dali has returned to normal and said with a smile: "We'll see."

At the door of the government office, the boy in straw sandals handed the second copper coin to the concierge as promised.

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At the Twelve-foot Archway, Chen Pingan saw the figure of the girl in black and ran quickly.

Ning Yao stood under the plaque of "Angry Bullfighting" and asked: "How is it?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "We have looked for three people, two of them met, Mr. Qi didn't see it, but I knew the answer from the beginning."

A gentleman will not save you.

Mr. Qi indeed said this before.

Ning Yao frowned and said nothing.

Chen Ping'an then told the girl to be careful and began to run away.

First, he went to Yang's shop and used a gold and copper coin to buy a lot of medicine bottles, ointments and medicinal materials for treating bruises and internal injuries from an old man who knew everything about them.

Firing porcelain in a kiln is a job that requires a living, and there are often various accidents. Although old man Yao doesn't like Chen Ping'an, who can only be regarded as a half-disciple, he has to admit that this young man has nimble legs and feet, and he has no big heart, so many

Chen Pingan was asked to do all the errands and spending money, such as buying and decoction medicine for the injured at the entrance of the kiln.

Chen Ping'an returned to his ancestral home in Niping Lane. After closing the door, he first began to boil the medicine, which was a prescription for treating internal injuries. While waiting for the fire to heat up, he spread out a washed white but still clean clothes on the table. , tore it into strips. The straw-shoe boy, who was known for being stingy and stingy, did not feel any distress at this time. Then, in addition to tying the pressing knife that Ning Yao lent him to his arm, the boy also tied it to his calf and wrist. On top, there are layers of thin strips of cotton tied together.

Chen Pingan took off the homemade wooden bow on the wall, hesitated for a moment, and gave up carrying it for the time being. Instead, he retrieved the slingshot and a bag of stones from the window sill.

The reason why he did something he knew he couldn't do and still didn't regret it even after hitting the wall three times in a row is the unique tenacity of a young man.

The young man would not be willing to give it a try, just like the young man at the blacksmith shop begging the old shopkeeper to give it another try for the last time. It is the same reason.

He first went to find the weird Zhigui, hoping to give Liu Xianyang a chance to survive. Then he went to Mr. Qi, out of luck, hoping that he could uphold justice. Finally, he went to Ning Yao's so-called martial arts master, the supervising officer Mr. Song. Ming Ming spent all his money to make a deal.

The boy had thought clearly from the beginning, so he was very disappointed at this time, but he didn't feel too heartbroken.

In fact, the vassal king Song Changjing and his neighbor Song Jixin did not understand Chen Ping'an at all.

There are some things that you have to do even if you die. But there are some things that you can't do even if you die.

The young man squatted in the corner, quietly waiting for the medicinal soup to come out. This jar of medicine was very strange. It had no other use than to relieve pain. Once there was a man at the entrance of the Long Kiln who suffered from a strange disease and was suffering from it in bed. For a long time, he was half dead. The key was that his whole face and limbs were twisted in pain. Later, Yang's shop gave such a prescription. In the end, the man died quickly, but he didn't walk away very well. Despite the pain, he even had the strength to sit up. After giving his last words, he took a last look at the kiln entrance with the help of old man Yao.

Chen Pingan felt that he should also need it.

Seeing that there were some rags on the table, the young man took off his worn-out straw sandals, took out a pair of brand-new shoes that he had always been reluctant to wear, brought in a clay pot, and took out the broken porcelain pieces.

About half an hour later, the young man who had finished everything opened the door and quietly walked out of Mud Bottle Alley.

As dusk approaches, the sun is no longer dazzling, and there are layers of fiery clouds on the horizon, which are extremely gorgeous.

The boy in straw sandals walked towards Fu Lu Street.
Chapter completed!