MTL - Sword of Coming-Chapter 6 Sign down

Chen Pingan came to the East Gate and saw the man sitting cross-legged on the tree stump at the gate of the fence, lazily basking in the early spring sun, his eyes closed, his little song, his hands flapping his knees.

Chen Pingan is beside him. For the youngsters, it is really difficult to ask for debts.

The boy had to look quietly at the wide road to the east, long and long, like a thick yellow snake.

He habitually grabbed a handful of dirt, squatting in his palm, and slowly groaning.

He used to follow the old man Yao in the mountains around the town, carrying heavy bags, with hatchets and hoes, all kinds of objects, full of Dangdang. Under the leadership of the elderly, they will stop and stop everywhere. Chen Ping often needs to “eat the soil”. Grab a handful of soil and put it directly into the mouth, chewing the soil and savoring the taste. Over time, the practice makes perfect, and Chen Ping is clear about the texture of the soil even if it is just a finger grinding. So that later, some broken kiln mouths on the market, Chen Pingquan, you can know what the kiln mouth, and even which master burned.

Although Yao’s old man is solitary and incomprehensible, he slams Chen’s peace. Once, Yao’s old man’s disregard for Chen’s poor understanding is simply an idiot that does not open up. He throws him in the wilderness and returns alone. Kiln mouth. When the teenager walked sixty miles of mountain roads and approached the dragon kiln, it was late at night, when the rain was heavy, when the teenager who was walking in the mud, finally saw a little light, the stubborn teenager was living alone. After that, for the first time, I had the urge to cry.

However, the teenager never complained about the old man, and he did not even hate it.

The younger family is poor, has not read the book, but understands the truth outside of a book. No one in the world except the mother-in-law is supposed to be good to you.

And his mother-in-law, walked early.

Chen Pingan was able to withstand his temper, and he seemed to think that he couldn’t get through the customs. He smiled and said: "If you don’t have five pennies, men are so stingy, there will be no big future."

Chen Pingan was helpless. "Are you not thinking about it?"

The man licked his mouth and revealed a ragged rhubarb tooth. He smiled and said: "So, if you don't want to become a bachelor like me, don't remember the five pennies."

Chen Ping sighed and raised his head. He said seriously: "If you have a tight hand, this five-character will be considered, but if you say it well in advance, you will not be able to pay any more money after a letter."

Turning around with a sour-smelling man, he smiled and said: "The little guy, the temper of your stinking stone, it is easy to eat big losses in the future. Have you not heard an old saying, is it a blessing? You If you have a small loss, you are not willing to eat..."

He caught sight of the soil in the hands of the young man, paused a little, and pushed the narrow way: "It is the life facing the loess."

Chen Pingan retorted: "I didn't say it, don't you have five pennies? Isn't it a small loss?"

The man is a bit sloppy, looks annoyed, and waved his hand: "It’s really hard to chat with your kid."

Chen Pingan released his fingers and lost the soil. He got up and said: "The tree studs are heavy..."

The man looked up and smiled and said: "I still need you to teach? The young man is strong and strong, and the buttocks can be pancakes!"

The man turned his head and glanced at the back of the boy, grinning and swearing, as if he was a dejected saying of God.

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Mr. Yan Shiqi did not know why today, and he ended his career early.

There is a yard behind the school, and a short Xiaochai Gate opens to the north.

When Song’s salary and prostitute listened to the story under the old banyan tree, they were called to play chess. Song’s salary was not very reluctant, but the person said that it was Mr. Qi’s meaning, and wanted to see if their chess strength grew. Song salary set for Mr. Qi, who is not ridiculous, has an unclear perception. It can be said to be both respectful and fearful. Therefore, Mr. Qi personally gave this sacred decree, and Song’s salary had to go to the appointment, but he must wait. Mr. Shuo said the story and went to the backyard. The young man in the green shirt who helped the husband to pass the words had to go back to the government first. Don’t forget to pay the songs in the Song Dynasty. Don’t be too late, it’s a slap in the face, or the old one is re-emphasizing, what my family is the most disciplined, don’t like others. No words, no more.

Song’s salary was dug with his ears, and he did not bother to know that he knew it.

When Song’s salary came to Xueying’s backyard with the child, he was breezy, and the gentle-looking young man’s shirt was as usual. He was already sitting on the stool on the south side, his waist was straight and he was sitting in danger.

Song’s salary is sitting on the opposite side of the green shirt and facing south.

Mr. Qi is sitting in the west and has always been watching chess.

When the younger brothers play chess with their young masters, they will go to the bamboo forest to avoid disturbing the three "readers". Today is no exception.

In a small town, there is no such thing as a scholarly book, so the scholars are rare.

In accordance with the old rules that Mr. Qi has concluded, Song Jizhi and Qingshang Lang have to guess the child and take the lead.

Song salary and the opposite peers started learning chess at the same time. It was only that Song’s salary was talented, and the chess progressed rapidly. It was a thousand miles, so Mr. Qi, who was taught two people’s chess skills, was considered a high-ranking person. From the Song set salary, a white piece of chess is drawn from the chess box. The number varies, and the secret does not show people. The young man in the green shirt then pulled out one or two sunspots. After guessing the odds of white chess, he was able to execute the black first. This has the advantage of the first move. In the first two years of the game of Song salary, whether it was after the execution of the white, or the black line, no defeat.

However, the Song salary is not very interested in playing chess. In three days, the fish is netted for two days. In contrast, the young boy with inferior qualifications is a nostalgic student and a bookboy. He is with Mr. Qi, even if he is only sitting by the observer. It also benefited a lot, so the youngsters from the black shirt can only occasionally win the battle. Until now, as long as they are black, the outcome of winning and losing can be between the five and five, and the progress of the chess hand is obvious. For this kind of change, Mr. Qi did not put a word, and stood by and watched.

Song’s salary was just about to catch the pieces, and Mr. Qi suddenly said: “Today you have the next seat, and you will be white.”

The two teenagers are confused and do not know what the "seat chess" is.

Mr. Qi’s speed is not urgent or slow. After carefully explaining the rules, it is not cumbersome. He only puts black and white in the four stars.

The middle-aged man's nephew, the child, the action is skillful, and the flow of water is pleasing to the eye.

Usually, I like the green shirt boy who is obedient to the rules. After hearing the "bad news", I was stunned and looked at the chessboard. Finally, I said carefully: "Sir, it seems that a lot of set-ups are not used."

Song’s salary frowns for a moment, and soon the eyes are bright, and the brow stretches: “It’s the chessboard pattern getting smaller.”

Then Song’s salary was invited, and he smiled and asked: "Right, Mr. Qi?"

Middle-aged Confucian nodded: "It is true."

Song’s salary set a brow to the opposite peers. He smiled and asked: “Would you like to make two moves first, otherwise the guy will definitely lose.”

The opposite boy suddenly reddened his face, hehe, because he knows well, he has more and more wins. In addition to the growth of chess, the real main reason is the Song salary. In these two years, he is more and more absent-minded. Even some tireless, a lot of winners, Song salary or even deliberate release of water, or the first place layout is clearly dominant, the chess to the middle, the Song salary will deliberately for the sake of the big dragon and the danger.

For playing chess, the talented Song salary, it is not fun, it is not interesting, it is the first choice.

For the young boy, from the first time the scorpion fell on the board, he was obsessed with the word victory.

Mr. Qi looked to his disciples, "You can preside over the white."

Next, the youngsters of the green shirts are slow, and they are cautious and step by step. Song's salary is still like a flying child, a big open, an antelope hanging angle.

The temperament of both sides is a world apart.

However, more than 80 hands, the young man in the green shirt lost a mess, swearing, and licking his lips.

Song collected elbows on the table, holding the gang, one hand and two fingers, gently tapping the stone table, staring at the game.

According to Mr. Qi's rules, the two sides will play against each other, and the voter will silently admit defeat. It is absolutely impossible to say "I lost".

No matter how unwilling you are, the youngsters are still slow to vote.

Mr. Qi told the disciples: "Let's go to the word, don't clean up the mess, write three hundred 'Yong' characters."

The Tsing Yi teenager quickly got up and resigned.

Song’s salary disappeared in the young figure, and he whispered softly: “Mr. also want to leave here?”

The singular literary scribe who nosted the frosty white nodded: "Within one tenth, you will leave."

Song’s salary smiled and said: “That’s right, I can still send off for my husband.”

The teacher who hesitated for a moment, finally said: "No need to send me off. Song pays, you will go outside the town, remember not to be too public. I have nothing else, three books, "Primary School" , "Ritual Music", "Women", you can take it together, often review, you need to know how to read a hundred times, its righteous self-seeing. If you can read a book, you can write a book, but it is like a god, this is true ... you Naturally, I will know it later. As for the three books, the book is "fine", the game "Tao Li", the anthology "Shan Hai Ce", you can read it in your leisure time, you can also enjoy the nature."

Song’s salary was full of surprises, a little embarrassed, and bravely said: “Mr. is like ‘orphan’, so I am not comfortable.”

Mr. Qi smiled and said softly: "No exaggeration you said, nowhere in life, there will always be a day to meet again."

When the gentleman smiled, it made people feel like a spring breeze.

He suddenly said: "If you go to Zhao Wei to see it, you should say goodbye in advance."

Song raised his salary and smiled and said: "Well, then this game will be tidy."

The teenager ran away happily.

The middle-aged Confucian man leaned over and collected the pieces. It seemed to be a piece of East and West. It was chaotic and disorderly. In fact, it was black and white. The black child from the final set of Song’s salary began to pick up, and the order was pushed backwards. not bad.

I do not know when, the prostitute child has been relegated from the bamboo forest, just standing outside the Chaimen, not stepping into the yard.

He didn't turn his head and said: "It's good."

The girl who grew up in the mud bottle lane, at this time, her face is ignorant, soft and weak, and pitiful.

The gentle and graceful Confucian revealed a faint anger and slowly turned his head.

Eyes are indifferent.

The girl is still confused.

simple and naive.

Middle-aged scholars stood up, Yushu Linfeng, looking at the girl, sneer: "The obstacles are reversed!"

The girl slowly converges on the innocent look on her face, her eyes gradually cold, and her mouth hangs and smiles.

She seems to be saying, can you help me?

She just confronted Confucianism in this way.

Inside and outside the small courtyard, it seems that there is a pair of confrontation.

Between the two, mutual vision of hatred.

In the distance, Song’s salary shouted loudly: “Jian Gui, go home.”

The girl immediately picked up her toes and said, "Oh, good, son."

She pushed open the firewood door, ran and passed the teacher to pass the book. After running a few steps, she did not forget to turn around and gave a good blessing to the back. The voice was very pleasant. "Sir, the child is leaving."

After a long time, the Confucian sighed.

Spring breeze and swaying, bamboo leaves swaying, such as flipping books.

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The young Taoist who wore the lotus crown, packed up the stalls, sighed and sighed, and the familiar people in the town asked about the reason, but they just shook their heads and did not answer.

The last new married woman who had been married here, passing by, saw the young Taoist so abnormal, shy and shy, stopped, voiced softly, asked questions on the mouth, the talkative watery eyes However, it is very powerful in the handsome face of young people.

The young Taoist squinted at the woman with a lack of glare. The line of sight was slightly downward. It was a sacred landscape. Then the Taoist swallowed his throat and said a slang word. "Today's poor road counted himself. Signed, signed, and fierce."