MTL - Sword of Coming-Chapter 1 Horror

On February 2, the dragon looked up.

In the twilight, the town is called the secluded place of Muping Lane. There is a lonely and thin young boy. At this time, he is holding a candle, holding a peach branch, shining the beam, the wall, the wooden bed, etc. Knocking and playing, trying to drive out the snakes, crickets, etc., and the words in the mouth are the old sayings of the ancestors of this small town: February 2, the candle shines, the peach hits the wall, and the human snakes have nowhere to hide.

The young man surnamed Chen, the name is safe, and the mother died young. The porcelain of the town is extremely famous. Since the founding of the DPRK, it has taken on the heavy responsibility of “Fengyu Supervision and Burning Mausoleum”. There are officials of the court stationed here all the year round, supervising the kiln affairs. The helpless teenager, who had been a porcelain potter at an early age, could only do some chores at first, followed by a poor-tempered half-way master who had worked hard for a few years and just pondered the doorway of a little porcelain. As a result, the town was suddenly imperfect, and the town suddenly lost the official kiln to create this amulet. There were dozens of kiln-like kiln around the town, and all of them were shut down by the government overnight.

Chen Pingan put down the new branch of the peach branch, blows out the candle, walks out of the house, sits on the steps, looks up and stares.

The boy still remembers clearly, the teacher who only admitted to being a half apprentice, surnamed Yao, was found sitting in a small bamboo chair in the early morning of the autumn and autumn, facing the direction of the kiln, closing his eyes. .

However, such as the old man Yao, such as the horns of the people, after all, a few.

The town craftsmen who have only burned porcelain for generations have not dared to burn the tribute kiln, nor dare to sell the warehousing porcelain to the people. They have to find another way out. The 14-year-old Chen Pingan was also swept out. After returning to Mud Lane, I continued to guard this old house that had already been dilapidated. It was almost a bleak scene of the four walls of the family. It was Chen Ping’s desire to be a loser and no way to start.

When the ghosts and ghosts drifted away for a while, the teenager could not find a profitable business. By relying on that little savings, the teenager barely filled his stomach. A few days ago, I heard a few streets outside the riding lane. I came to a foreign blacksmith who surnamed Yu, who claimed to collect seven or eight iron-clad apprentices and did not pay for it. But when he took care of the meal, Chen Pingan rushed to try his luck. He never thought that the old man would just look at him. Turning him out of the door, Chen Ping was wondering at the time. Isn’t it a good job to strike the iron, not to look at the size of the arm, but to look good?

I want to know that Chen Ping’an is not only weak, but his strength is not to be underestimated. This is the body of the young man who burned the porcelain in the past years. Besides, Chen Ping also followed the old man named Yao and ran all over the town. The mountains and rivers of the hundred miles have tasted the taste of all kinds of soil around them, and they are willing to do whatever they want, and they are willing to do it without any trouble. Unfortunately, Lao Yao always dislikes Chen Pingan. He dislikes the juvenile without understanding. It is not as good as the scorpion. It is far worse than the big apprentice Liu Yuyang. It is no wonder that the old man is eccentric. Master leads the door and practices in the individual. For example, it is also a boring blank. The short-term skill of Liu Yuyang is worth three years of hard work.

Although this skill may not be used in this life, Chen Pingan is still like the past, close his eyes, imagine that he has placed bluestone and brakes in front of him, and began to practice drawing, and practice makes perfect.

About every quarter of an hour, the teenager will rest for a little while, shaking his wrists, and repeating this cycle until the whole person is completely exhausted. Chen Pingan got up and walked in the courtyard while slowly stretching his muscles. No one has ever taught Chen Pingan these things, it is his own doorway.

The heavens and the earth were silent, Chen Ping heard a harsh sneer and laughed, stopped, and saw that the same age man was kneeling on the wall, covering his mouth, without concealing his contempt.

This person is Chen Ping’s old neighbor. It is said to be the illegitimate son of the former supervising adult. The adult is afraid of clear-cut and dismissal, and finally returns to the capital to report his duties. He hands over the child to a successor who has a personal friendship and helps. Look after the photo. Nowadays, the town has inexplicably lost the qualification of firing in the official kiln. It is responsible for supervising the adults of the imperial supervision kiln. It is difficult for the mud buddha to cross the river itself. Where is the illegitimate child of the official sergeant, and some silver money is thrown away? Go to the capital to manage the relationship.

Unconsciously, he has become a neighboring boy who has abandoned his son. His days are still very good, and he is always with his personal body, strolling around the town, and he has never been idle for a year.

The loess walls of the Mujia Lane households are very low. In fact, the neighboring teenagers do not need to pick up the heels, they can see the scene of the yard. They can talk to Chen Ping every time, but they like to lie on the wall.

Compared with the crude and cheesy name of Chen Pingan, the neighbors and teenagers will be much more elegant, called Song salary, and even the prostitute who lives with him, there is also a literary name, childish.

The girl was standing on the side of the wall at this time. She had a pair of apricot eyes and was weak.

On the other side of the courtyard, there is a sound from the sound. "Would you sell this prostitute?"

Song’s salary was stunned, and he turned his head and looked around. He was a stunned teenager, standing outside the courtyard, a completely strange face.

A young tall man stood next to the Jinyi teenager, his face was white, his face was sly, and he blinked and looked at the two young girls in the adjacent courtyard.

The old man’s sight was swept away by Chen Ping’s, and there was no stagnation. However, in Song’s salary and prostitutes, there was more pause and the smile gradually became richer.

Song pays squinting: "Sell! Why not sell!"

The boy smiled and said, "Then you say a price."

The girl was wide-eyed and her face was incredible, like a panicked young elk.

Song’s salary has turned a blind eye, stretched out a finger, and shook, "Silver is ten thousand!"

The jinyi teenager’s face was as usual, nodded: “Good.”

Song pays to see the boy is not like a joke, and quickly changed his mind: "It is gold two!"

The brocade boy’s mouth curled up and said: “Make you play.”

Song set salary is gloomy.

The Jinyi teenager no longer pays attention to Song’s salary, shifts his line of sight, and looks forward to Chen Pingan. “Thanks to you today, I can buy the squid. After I buy it, I am more and more happy. I want to talk to you face to face. Thank you, so let Grandpa Wu bring me tonight to find you."

He threw a heavy embroidered bag and threw it to Chen Pingan. His smile was brilliant: "This is a reward, you and I will be clear."

Chen Pingang just wanted to talk, and the Jinyi teenager had turned and left.

Chen Pingan frowned.

During the day, I accidentally saw a middle-aged man, carrying a fishing rod and walking on the street, capturing a golden squid with a long slap in the palm of the hand. It slammed in the bamboo raft, and Chen Ping only glanced at it. Very festive, so I asked if I could buy it with ten yuan. The middle-aged man was just thinking about trying to work **** his own five-dirty temple. Seeing the profitable, he started to sit at the price, the lion opened his mouth, and he had to pay 30 yuan. Only willing to sell. Chen Heping, who is ashamed in the bag, has so much free money, and he really can't bear the golden squid. He just followed the middle-aged man, soft-hardened, thinking about cutting the price to fifteen, even if it is 20. Just when the middle-aged people had signs of loose mouth, the Jinyi teenager and the tall old man just passed by. They said nothing, they bought the squid and the fish carp with fifty yuan. Chen Pingan could only watch them grow up and go, no help. .

Staring at the back of the grandson and the farther away, after Song’s salary recovered his evil eyes, he jumped off the wall and seemed to remember something. He said to Chen Pingan: "Do you remember the four feet in the first month?"

Chen Ping nodded.

How can you not remember, it is just a memory.

According to the customs of the town that have been passed down for hundreds of years, if a snake is drilled in its own house, it is a good sign that the owner must not expel him. When Song’s salary was on the first day of the first month, he sat on the threshold and sunbathed. Then there was a small toy called a four-legged snake. He went to the house under his eyelids. When I fell out, I didn’t think that the four-legged snake that had been smashed and smashed was more and more frustrated. Again and again, I couldn’t do anything that wouldn’t believe in the ghosts of the gods. When I arrived at Chen Pingyuan’s yard, where did she think that Song’s salary was under her bed the next day, and she saw the four-legged snake that curled up.

Song’s salary found that the girl had pulled her sleeves.

The teenager and her heart have a sense of conscience, the subconscious will have already reached the mouth of the words, and swallowed back to the stomach.

What he wants to say is that the four-legged snake, which is extremely ugly, has a bulge on his forehead, such as a horn.

Song pays a word for export, "I and Iwaki may leave here next month."

Chen Ping sighed. "Be careful on the road."

Song’s salary is half-truth and false. “Some of the things I can’t move, you don’t want to swear at my family, you will steal things unscrupulously.”

Chen Pingan shook his head.

Song set salary suddenly laughed, with a finger to point Chen Ping, hippie smiled and said: "Be as timid as a mouse, it is no wonder that there is no expensive child in the cold door. It is said that this life is poor and deceived, and maybe it will not escape in the next life."

Chen Pingan silently.

Returning to the house, Chen Pingan closed the door and lay on the hard wooden bed. The poor boy closed his eyes and whispered: "Crushing, old, broken, safe, old..."

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