Chapter 153: Mood

The old show was only a little tiptoe, one step past the 800-mile mountain river, floating in the place where Chen Pingjian handed the sword, began to walk, lifted his arms, and his fingers bent, seemingly knocking and beating, as if slamming the threshold, just Without any response, the old show only took up his hand and said helplessly: "Don't pay attention to it, these actions are tantamount to setting up tents in other people's homes, but I am waiting."
The old show began to wait patiently for the appearance of Sword Spirit. The long wait, the old man standing in the same place, thinking about a difficult problem, does not seem anxious.
There was a slight glimpse in the air, and I saw that the tall woman grabbed Chen Ping’s shoulder in one hand and stepped out from the hollow.
The old man only returned to God. The first sentence is "I admit defeat, don't fight, anyway, the other two swords can't come out, it doesn't matter, right?"
Sword spirit is like laughing and laughing, "So what are your two provocations, how do you count?"
The old man laughed and said: "There are only three things."
She looked up to the direction of Suishan. "Is it a new sacred mountain god? How long has it been for this god?"
The old man replied: "The six thousand years, before the 3,000 years ago, you sang me to debut, chaos into a group, the majesty lost, the mountain of Suishan, changed the three masters. In the most chaotic time, Once a force that was once regarded as a Taoist dictatorship, it directly gave the 鸠 鹊 鹊 nest, which is really a chaotic situation in which ritual collapses. The current Suishan Great God can sit for six thousand years. Although there is luck, he still relies on him. The personal terror force, the fist is hard enough, and the barefoot is not afraid to wear shoes, who is not afraid of a few points."
Sword Ling smiled and said: "The ritual and music collapsed? Is it that your three religions are uneven? Or is there a righteous evil inside the world? The sacred priest, with his temper, how can he stand by?"
The old man sighed: "It's hard to say a word, don't mention it."
After the tall women’s hands were negative, they looked even more stunned.
The overall situation has been set, naturally it’s going to be guilty, haha, a good avenue, a hundred schools of thought, and the excitement is lively. What is the result? Is the world really better?

The old show squinted at the white-sworded sword spirit, and it was extremely hard and straightforward: "The interior of Confucianism is naturally not clear, not all of them are benevolent gentlemen, but my Confucian sages have paid countless efforts for this, saying that it is not excessive. Therefore, always the source is clear, you must not veto a word."
Sword spirit play taste: "Is this the third time?"
At this moment, the old man who was quite old and unruly was actually not retreating at all. He said in a light way: "If you feel wrong in this matter, I can tell you the truth of a hundred years. You use your sword to tell you the truth. It doesn't matter."
She carefully looked at the thin old man who was not tall. "You really dispelled the sage's luck, leaving only the soul, and using this world as a parasitic place?"
The old show was silent for a moment, "Yes."
She put away the killing and killing heart, and the eyes are complicated. "For so many years, only you two have done it, but I am very curious. Are you admiring the guy's choice? Or is it a last resort? The former may It’s very small, it’s about your avenue. I guess the old man in Confucianism, even if it’s not a good thing, will never let you succeed.

The old show was calm: "Seeing the good and the good, the world is righteous."
She thought for a moment, turned her head and looked at Chen Pingan, and smiled: "Not only has the original intention been reached, but it is far beyond expectations. Seeing that you made this choice, of course, the most important thing is to look at my master. The remaining two swords will be left over. When I suddenly see you are not pleasing to the eye, the new account will be counted together."
The old man who has been tight-looking has been working hard for a time, and he shot a thigh and smiled: "The rest is over, the rest is good. When the people are in the New Year's Eve, they all have this, and there is a little left in the bowl. I will leave it to next year, and the sign is good, and the meaning is good."
How the old man looks like a cheerful appearance for the rest of his life.
Sword spirit did not care about this, cold channel: "Open the door."
The old man took the lead and walked away. He said: "Let's go out and laugh."
Chen Ping remembered something and whispered: "I was a sword at that time, was it very bad? The mountain did not seem to move. The old predecessors said that the sword is good or bad, so I can receive a few words. Although I was not willing to accept them, they are not willing to approach me. Does this mean that I am a sword talent, just as normal as practicing boxing?"
Chen Pingyue said that the more difficult it is, "the older generation also said that if I dragged my legs, even if I had the ten-day cultivation, then the sword would be cut out, and there would be only seven or eight effects."
The rhetoric can be said by mouth, but it is difficult to overcome the difficulties under the sun.
Mud Lane's mud legs are safe, I really understand this truth.
Jian Ling reached out and pinched the boy's cheek and smiled and said: "You will know later."
Chen Pingan blushes and wants to stop.
She has already had a heart with the young man, pulling up the boy's hand, slowly moving toward the door of the picture of the mountain river, softly said: "Master, know, later in the face of a girl, I will certainly not be so arrogant, save She married you and treated you as a wave of strangers."
The young man is bright and smiling, both relaxed and relaxed, and happy to be friends with her.
The tall woman suddenly turned her head and had some resentment. "But you are not afraid of the goddess sister feeling wronged?"
The young man thought about it and said seriously: "I will say sorry to you, but there are some things, I think it should be like that."
She was so sad that she had a look of desperation.
Although Chen Ping’an was somewhat helpless, his eyes were firm and his lips were close, and he did not want to change his original intention.
Sword Ling smiled openly and smiled. He gave a thumbs up to the teenager and praised him: "Shuai!"
Chen Pingsheng gave birth to a student and asked: "Isn't it really angry?"
She took the boy's hand, stopped, stood at the big door, suddenly bent over and hugged the boy, her face filled with a warm smile, like a guy who likes to sleep late, hiding in the big winter In the warmth of the bed, screaming and sleeping, the feeling of happiness, can not be said. She didn’t care what Chen Ping’s feelings were, and cheerfully said:
Yeah, my family is small and safe, it’s so cute!

When the boy was struck by lightning, he did not move, and his mind was blank, and he did not think anything.
Fairy sister.
The is only the first feeling, in fact, my sister is the feeling of Chen Ping’s heart.
She finally let go of Chen Pingan. After standing straight, she turned her head and looked around. There was an old guy who did not return to the landscape painter. He turned his back to the two and coughed: "I don't care, rest assured, I didn't see anything." I didn’t hear it. I just forgot one thing and had to go back and get it back.

A tall woman who is in a good mood is too lazy to care about this.
Etiquette, morality, cause and effect?
These extremely wide, extremely high, and far-reaching things have never bound her.
Above the avenue, there were people who had nothing else, only the sword went straight.
But if there is something blocking, a sword will open the way.
But if there is something wrong, it will be flat.
After she was silent for a long time, she finally found another person.
Two people, a world apart.
But she did not feel disappointed.
If you say that you believe in Qi Jingchun at the beginning, and choose to believe in the first-line opportunity, you can gamble on a "one" possibility. So now even if Qi Jingchun is alive, he is wrong, you should not choose the boy, let him say that the truth of the sky, she will not listen.
She let go of her hand and signaled Chen Ping to go ahead.
The teenager took the lead to get out of the gate.
Sword spirit looked at the young and weak shoulders of the teenager, followed by it.
Everyone has a state of mind, and the martial arts are called Dan room, and the secular people are called palpitations.
Heart Lake is just one of them.
At that time, she stood on the heart of the juvenile heart, looking around, white and clean.
Then she saw a scene that was finally less monotonous and found the "heart mirror" that the teenager did not realize.
It was a lonely child of four or five years old, sitting on the ground, holding his hands on his knees, alone, with a pair of small sandals at his feet, often sitting in a daze.
Beside this child is a small grave bag without a tombstone.
Near the small tomb, there are two relatively small graves to be smaller "small mounds", the situation is like a mountain peak.
Whenever the child rests enough, he will wear small sandals and run far away to move a hill back to the grave. It is very difficult, and only a small distance can be moved at a time.
When I ran to move the mountain, the child’s waist was hung with a small seal and the little fight was worn.
The small seal will sway along with the child's footsteps.
The strange thing is that there is no inverted mirror of the urn of the mud bottle.
Probably in the depths of the child's heart, after the death of her mother, the family is gone, so she always insists on the small grave.
The child's face was stubborn, habitually frowning and licking his lips.
But occasionally, this child will smile, it should be really worthy of things, for example, he quietly told the little tomb, his lips are slightly moving, there is no sound from the mood, but the spirit of the sword with his heart is naturally aware of the silent language. .
"Mother, I met a fairy sister. When she laughs, it looks like you."
In addition to moving the mountain "go home", the child will almost never leave the small tomb, from time to time will be like holding hands, walking a distance to the south, like holding a little girl's little hand, just every distance, the child Still will quietly look to the side of the grave, seemingly reluctant.
There is only one kind of situation, the child will fly out and go far and far, always raising his head high, looking at the sky with concentration, like someone chasing him away from the air.

In the landscape paintings, the old show is solemn.
"Blue is better than blue, not necessarily without this opportunity."
The old man nodded: "Great good."
The old man was silent for a long time and found that the whole world began to tremble slightly. He said: "I am so patient with the kid, I can't be a little patience with the cockroach. Oh, right now, I still laugh, if the rumor passed down from the ancient swordsman is true. You look like this now, those big cockroaches that were cut down by you at the beginning, if you see it with your own eyes, you can’t make your eyes come out?"
The old show looked at the sky of this small world, as if the line of sight passed through the sky, suddenly ridiculed himself: "Heavenly health, the gentleman to self-improvement. It is so good to say, even if it will not be wrong for more than ten thousand years. It is no wonder that at the beginning, our Confucian ancestors asked the old man to ask for teaching. It seems that the reason is that we are not only late in speaking, but also far from being thoroughly explained."