Sword of Coming

Two figures quietly floated from the sea of ​​clouds to a mountain in the waters of the Ximei River. A child in green clothes with his hands behind his back, and a yellow hat, blue shoes and green bamboo staff.

Chen Lingjun was worried and asked anxiously: "Xiaomo Xiaomo, what should I say?"

It turned out that we were at Luopo Mountain just now, and it was fine. Everyone was gathered together in the old cook's yard, listening to Brother Dafeng's gossip.

Xiao Mo suddenly said that something happened at the school, and it seemed that the young master's aura suddenly disappeared.

Logically speaking, this is absolutely impossible to happen. Although Chen Ping'an deliberately gathered his Qi and fist intention there, it was no different from ordinary people, but as a martial artist of the end, even in a sleeping state, he was in a mysterious state like the protection of gods. How could it be possible? If you say you are missing, then you are missing. Furthermore, people on the Luopo Mountain side know very well that the owner of the mountain works as a teacher at the school, and his identity will not be revealed under normal circumstances.

So Xiao Mo wanted to come here to take a look, and Chen Lingjun came with him to see what happened.

Xiao Mo smiled and said: "It's okay, it was Daoist Master Lu who accompanied the young master to visit the Dragon Palace ruins."

When he heard that it was the Headmaster Baiyu Jinglu, Chen Lingjun breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time, Chen Lingjun was inevitably confused.

If possible, Chen Lingjun really didn't want to see Lu Laosan again, who "should quickly find a doctor to check whether there is any disease in his brain."

In terms of loyalty to his master, looking at the entire Luopo Mountain, Chen Lingjun believed that only Xiao Mo could compete with him.

So when Xiao Mo said it was okay, Chen Lingjun felt relieved. The reason is very simple. What Xiao Mo said was a trivial matter may not really be a trivial matter to Chen Lingjun, who has not yet reached the upper fifth realm. But when Xiao Mo said it was okay, it definitely meant it was okay. .

Of course, compared to his own qualifications, Xiaomo is still a bit shallow. After all, he came up to the mountain not a year or two late.

Seeing Young Master and Daochang Lu returning to the country road from a distance, Xiao Mo was about to return to Luo Luo Mountain quietly. It was a rare trip, so Chen Lingjun didn't want to return to Luolu Mountain so soon, so he let Xiao Mo go back first. Anyway, he was here to control the situation, so no matter how courageous Lu Chen was, he wouldn't dare to cause any trouble.

Xiao Mo thought for a while and then returned to Luolu Mountain alone, asking Chen Lingjun to be careful and say hello to him if anything happened.

Chen Lingjun would definitely not be happy if other people said such stupid things. He had to say a few words, be careful? Don't worry, in this Beiyue realm, who dares to provoke Uncle Chen, who is not famous just for cultivating his mind and character? Do you think my Nascent Soul Realm cultivation is just a decoration? Don’t treat Immortal Nascent Soul as a dish. But if it were Xiao Mo, Chen Lingjun could bear it.

On the mountain, Chen Lingjun seemed to be very busy every day. In fact, no one knew what he was busy with. Maybe the boy in Tsing Yi didn't know either?

As soon as Xiao Mo left, Chen Lingjun threw down his sleeves and swayed down the mountain.

Because he had an agreement with his master, Chen Lingjun didn't think about going to the school or the Dragon Palace ruins. He went down the mountain and wandered around. After about half an hour, he came to a stone bridge across the river. There was an old plum tree that had been around for hundreds of years. Chen Lingjun saw a stranger, followed by a servant boy carrying a harp and a donkey.

Visiting plum trees by the stream under the moon is so elegant. But when Chen Lingjun looked at his breathing, it seemed that he was still a Qi practitioner, not just a scholar. As for his level of realm, he couldn't tell, so Chen Lingjun planned to take a detour.

I never thought that the man who looked like a scribe turned around and said with a smile: "What an unexpected surprise. I never thought that in such a remote countryside, I would meet a Taoist friend who cultivates Qi and cultivates immortality, and dare to ask the question."

Chen Lingjun didn't turn around when he heard this. He just raised his hand, turned his back to the guy who took the initiative to strike up a conversation, and waved his palm, "If you're not familiar with him, don't get too close. Let's go our separate ways."

The boy who looked like a book boy carrying a piano bag said in his heart: "Master, he is..."

Before the young man could finish speaking, he found that his master had already glanced at him. His eyes were so sharp that he was so frightened that the "young man" became silent and did not even dare to continue his inner words.

Who is he and do you need to introduce him?

The Confucian scholars were furious and furious. What did the seemingly hidden inner thoughts and words mean among the monks on the mountain top? !

An insignificant thing, has the thousands of years of practice in Qinggong Mountain all been cultivated on a dog?

The "Confucian scholar" immediately regretted bringing this proud disciple to visit the senior on the mountain.

He is the number one person on Liuxiazhou Mountain, Jinghao with the Taoist name "Qinggong Taibao".

Yu Xuan congratulated Yu Xuan, who had previously succeeded in Hedao in Tianwai, and met Wen Sheng. Jing Hao wanted to come here to have a look. It is better to resolve enemies than to end them. It is better to mend the situation sooner rather than later.

The dignified Ascension Realm monk returned to Haoran from the outer world. After arriving at Aquarius Continent, Jinghao didn't dare to go straight to the Huaihuang County, let alone visit Luolu Mountain.

As for this talented disciple, Yu Pujing, was supposed to be one of the candidates for the next sect master. He was recently responsible for secretly collecting information about the "Little Dragon King of Luo Luo Mountain" in the Great Li Dynasty. Now it seems that not only is he unable to do things well, but he has also failed to cultivate his mind, making him a useless person who cannot be helped.

Jing Hao thought about it for a while. He wanted to gain wealth in danger, so he decided to take a certain risk and let his disciple stay where he was. He quickly caught up with the kid in green.

I don't know why, no matter how you look at it, Chen Lingjun, who is called brother by Chen Xianjun, is just a Nascent Soul realm water dragon.

Chen Lingjun stopped and turned around. On the surface, he looked calm, but in fact, he was worried.

Damn it, you can't just go out and be punched to death for no apparent reason.

It's okay, as long as he can withstand two punches, Xiao Mo will definitely be able to get here. What's more, his master is nearby, and this is Wei Shanjun's territory. After thinking about it, Chen Lingjun found that there was no reason to feel guilty. He suddenly became calm and relaxed, shook his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and planned to watch. Look what medicine that guy is selling in his gourd.

Jing Hao cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, I am a foreigner. I come from a place called Fanhuan Mountain. I am a small sect. Taoist friends may not have heard of it. This is my first time traveling to the Dali Mountains and Rivers. I am lucky to meet you." meeting."

Chen Lingjun cupped his fists, shook them a few times, and said politely: "Nice to meet you."

Jing Hao asked with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, are you also going out to visit the scenery of Ximei River? Or is he a... loose immortal who is not bound by the secular world and sect?"

After all, Sanxian sounds much better than Shanze Yexiu.

Fenxun Mountain is a vassal enclave of Qinggong Mountain. It can be regarded as a second-rate sect with a small foundation in Liuxia Continent. It really has no reputation outside Liuxia Continent.

Look at Chen Lingjun, when he heard "Fenhuang Mountain", his face was really blank, without any energy, and he didn't seem to be faking it.

Chen Lingjun said with a smile: "Fenhun Mountain, the top of the mountain in the south, I heard that it is a treasured Feng Shui place for talented people."

In his home territory of Beiyue, Chen Ling can be said to have numerous treasures from various mountain sects, big and small. As for the Immortal Mansion on the mountain south of Aquarius Continent, it was a mess, and Chen Lingjun wasn't very interested.

No matter how experienced Jing Hao was, he still didn't know how to answer the question.

The "young man" who was listening to the conversation under the plum tree by the bridge was even more speechless. Are you telling lies with such open eyes?

Because Jing Hao was not sure about the other party's "true identity and realm," every time he spoke, he had to carefully consider every word and carefully draft his words.

As a result, as we chatted, we discovered that this kid in green clothes, who only appeared in Yujiang and Luopo Mountain, was quite capable of gossiping.

Jing Hao had no choice but to follow the tone and content of the other person's words, and followed the watermelon rind to slide wherever he went. He said that he was also a scholar earlier, but he was depressed, so he accidentally went up the mountain to practice, and he was quite successful. My experience, so I think I am in the same state of mind as my Taoist friends. We, as Taoists, should eat the clouds and drink the dew. We should be pure in heart and have few desires. We should not be swayed by appearances, honors and disgrace. We should not be able to win over and get close to the emperors under the mountain. If you go down the mountain and join the world, you can shock the nations and help the people. But if you can't do it, you will be wandering around the world, your words are useless, and your situation is not what you want. You just walk away, discarded like worn shoes, and there is nothing outside, so why not , the mortal world is rolling, and the rich in this world can hardly give up their glory and wealth. Are the poor still afraid of losing their poverty? Of course this makes no sense.

Chen Lingjun couldn't say anything and just nodded.

I am not very sour. I must have eaten too much sauerkraut during the day.

A loser does not lose the formation. After finally waiting for the other party to take a breath, Chen Lingjun nodded, "Fellow Taoist's words are still somewhat knowledgeable and insightful, but they are a bit empty and do not reflect the spirit of the mountains and wilds."

Jing Hao was already certain that the guy next to him was really just a Nascent Soul Realm monk, and... he must not have read a few books.

While walking and chatting, about two miles away, Jing Hao suddenly glanced sideways, yo, here comes a slightly higher realm... dragon species? Hey, he’s still a swordsman?

The moonlight leaks under the forest and the ground looks like snow, making the figures delicate and distinct.

There was a young monk wearing a white robe standing in the forest, looking at Jinghao and Chen Lingjun from a distance.

Chen Lingjun realized it later and turned his head to look at the stern-looking young man in white.

Why do I see a guy who likes to wear white clothes when he goes out? Because last time, a scholar of the same generation as his nephew came to Luopo Mountain. There was a big white goose in front of him and a nephew Zheng in the back. Now Chen Lingjun thinks of people wearing white clothes. I'm scared from the bottom of my heart.

Fortunately, at this moment, Chen Lingjun heard a warm voice from Xiaomo from the other side of the lake, "When he said his first words by the bridge, I rushed over. I can roughly confirm that this person is not low-level." , most of them are Ascension Realm monks from some continents."

"But it's nothing. If this person has evil intentions, I will take him to Luopo Mountain as a guest for a few days."

"As for the sword cultivator in the mountain who was born as a monster, he came from the ruins of the Dragon Palace. His realm and swordsmanship can be ignored."

Xiaomo, that’s great.

Chen Lingjun straightened his back and was filled with courage!

In addition to the little boy in Tsing Yi, Jinghao also has the bottomless mountain of desolation. Apart from that, the Qing Palace Taibao really doesn’t think there are many existences in Aquarius Continent that he can fear, even if they are The Wei Bo from Piyun Mountain was just like that.

So Jing Hao turned her head without turning around and said with a smile: "No matter why Fellow Daoist took a detour and chose to show up here and now, I don't care what you ask for? I just want to say that if you come up to me and get close to Fellow Daoist Chen, don't worry. Not a stranger."

The old dragon son and grandson who had been trapped in the Dragon Palace annex for a long time, somehow found that the restrictions on the dojo had disappeared out of thin air. He hesitated, and after walking out of the deep pool tremblingly, there was no backlash from any of his spells. After seeing the light of day again, first His face was filled with tears, and then he noticed that there were more ant monks in his Dragon Palace. Thinking of the two unpredictable Qi practitioners before, he resisted the urge to take action. It is better to do more than to do less. The ownership of the Dragon Palace is more important than the His own path was still a trivial matter. He plucked up the courage to leave the site secretly. At the same time, he used the dual magical powers of palm-viewing mountains and rivers and natal water. He suddenly saw the Piyun Mountain that was not in his memory. He originally wanted to go straight to the nearby place. Luo Po Mountain just sailed the Ten Thousand Years Ship carefully and gave up the idea. As a result, he found that under his nose, under the plum tree beside the bridge, there were three Qi practitioners, especially the Confucian scholar, whose realm was unfathomable.

The rest of the little boy in green and the "young man" carrying the harp and leading the donkey are both of a state that should not be underestimated, one Nascent Soul and one Jade Pu.

Could it be that what those two people said before was not a lie? Three thousand years later, I really bumped into a Qi practitioner on the road, and it was the Earth Immortal who started out?

He had just managed to regain a little bit of the confidence of a fifth-level sword cultivator from the group of ant monks in the Dragon Palace, but it suddenly disappeared again.

He suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and had to lower his head under the eaves, and took the initiative to say: "My surname is Bai Mingdeng, my Taoist name is 'Caojun'."

Jing Hao narrowed her eyes and smiled in approval: "What a good Taoist name, Jing is Caojun. Especially for someone with a low background like Taoist friend, Taoist name is Caojun, it is especially suitable."

A young Taoist priest suddenly appeared, wearing a lotus crown, standing behind Chen Lingjun, with his hands folded, his arms folded on the head of the boy in green, and said in an exclamatory tone: "Wow, this is not the top spot on Liuxiazhou Mountain. Great Immortal Master Jinghaojing, why did you come to Aquarius Continent? You are so leisurely and elegant."

Jinghao was like a bolt from the blue, stunned and speechless.

This Chen Lingjun, in addition to being brothers with Chen Xianjun, is also so familiar with Headmaster Bai Yujinglu? !

Chen Lingjun felt extremely aggrieved, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and kept talking, spitting everywhere.

Then Lu Chen waved towards the top of the mountain, "Mr. Xiaomo."

Xiao Mo smiled and nodded, and came to Chen Lingjun and Lu Chen.

Jing Hao was stunned. It was just that he couldn't detect Master Lu's Qi. Why was there an expert hiding so close to him? !

At this moment, Bai Deng just felt that he had better return to the dojo and stay there. The world outside was extremely dangerous.

Knowing that Xiao Mo is nearby and seeing Xiao Mo standing next to him are two different things.

Chen Lingjun patted Lu Chen's hand and warned: "Mani, mani, get out of here!"

Lu Chen was indifferent and said with a smile: "I don't know, Mr. Xiaomo and I have known each other for a long time, and our relationship has become very good."

Xiao Mo smiled and nodded slightly, acquiescing to Daochang Lu's statement, but at the same time, Xiao Mo also used his eyes to signal Chen Lingjun to relax.

Chen Lingjun crossed his arms across his chest, "I'm too lazy to be familiar with you."

Lu Chen turned to look at the top of the mountain again, stretched out his arms and waved vigorously, "It's Miss Xie, right? Over here, you and Mr. Xiaomo are a match made in heaven. I will definitely drink your wedding wine next time."

On a tree on the top of the mountain, there was a girl wearing an ermine hat standing on the branch, grinning, "It's still a matter of not having a single stroke."

Lu Chenxue, the old scholar, sighed, "Thank you, Miss, don't talk nonsense! It's clear that there is something wrong with the horoscope."

Just one stroke of the horoscope indicates unrequited love.

After all, Xie Gou had suffered from a lack of education and had never heard the pun from Master Lu. She smiled brightly and felt that the words were beautifully said. She nodded towards Lu Chen and then shifted her gaze to look at Xiao Mo. , said in a soft tone: "I'll go back first and wait for you to have a midnight snack together."

Mr. Zhu said that you have to give your man some respect when you are outside, and you should do whatever you want to do when you return home and close the door.

Lu Chen held back his laughter and said, "Mr. Xiaomo, you are so lucky."

Xiao Mo said helplessly: "It's okay."

Lu Chen patted the kid in green on the head and joked: "Uncle Chen, do you recognize this Jinghao, the Taibao of the Qing Palace?"

Chen Lingjun still crossed his arms across his chest. Do you think I'm a fool? Of course he recognizes such a famous old mountain god, but it's just not the kind of recognition that I recognize him and he doesn't recognize me.

Bai Xuan, who drank wolfberry tea every day at a young age, compiled a hero's book. Chen Lingjun was not idle either, secretly writing a book he named "Passenger's Collection".

After listing down the names of those people on the mountain top who could easily pass by and never get to know each other, Chen Lingjun finally compiled a secret book on how to stay close to him when traveling in the world in the future.

Among them are Liuxiazhou's Qinggong Taibao, Jing Hao, and Jing Lao Shenxian. According to the rumors on the mountain recorded in some landscape newspapers, they know a lot of magic, can handle everything in one continent, and are very good at both black and white.

I never thought that this guy who pretended to be a scholar was actually the Jinghao who was far away and unattainable. It seemed that tonight's chance encounter was indeed a chance encounter.

Chen Lingjun felt relieved and chatted a lot with the old god Jing. He could barely become acquainted with each other. If he travels to Liuxia Continent in the future, why don't he need an extra amulet?

At least the Qinggongshan monks, for the sake of this incense relationship, have to sell themselves a little thin, right? You can't follow the example of the monk from Luzhou, Beiju. Forget it, even if I meet a Qinggong Mountain Qigong practitioner on the road, I'd better pretend that I don't know them. It's best if we don't meet them and don't meet them. Otherwise, if the matter comes to a head, the other party will probably think that you are bragging and will not draft a draft, which will easily lead to complications.

I don’t know what Jing Hao is feeling at this moment, but the “young man” Yu Pujing, who is standing blankly under the plum blossom tree, is completely confused.

That young Taoist priest, wearing a lotus crown on his head, was full of casualness and disdain for his master in his words?

How come so many towering figures suddenly appeared in this small area no bigger than a palm? Headmaster Baiyu Jinglu? Who is Mr. Xiaomo? Who is Miss Xie in the Mink Hat?

Lu Chen gloated and said, "Uncle Chen, when you pass by Liuxiazhou in the future, why don't you make a special trip to Qinggong Mountain to have a few more words with Immortal Jing at the wine table?"

Chen Lingjun smiled forcefully and said: "Definitely."

Jing Hao felt a bucket of water in her heart. She became more and more frightened and doubtful, and subconsciously said: "It must be necessary."

Both parties were embarrassed, and both could see the embarrassment in the other's tone and look.

And the key is that they don't know what the other person is embarrassed about.

Lu Chen smiled and said: "We felt like old friends at first sight. This is called feeling like old friends at first sight."

In the Ximei River Water Mansion, there was another urgent military situation reported to the River God. After having a solid meal of high wine at the village school, he hurriedly went to the river to find out what was going on.

Good guy, sure enough, there is another empty wine bottle floating on the water. The officials of the Shui Palace and a large group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals who had experienced the power of such heavy treasures before were wise enough not to touch the wine pot this time.

But when the river god carefully picked it up and shook it a few times, Gao Niang was confused. It looked different from the previous wine pot, and there was no mystery about it.

The bunch of assistant officials and subordinates of the Water Mansion didn't care about this. They all raised their arms and shouted, "My Lord, the Water God, obtained two important treasures in one day. Isn't this a miracle?" !

Gao Nian remained calm and put the wine bottle in his sleeve. He gently raised his hand and pressed it a few times to signal the powerful generals under Shui Mansion to calm down and keep a low profile.

Over at the Sword Worship Platform in Luolu Mountain, a white-haired boy who had been sleeping carelessly for a long night was seeking friendship with Alliance Leader Guo.

As the first genealogist of Luopo Mountain, the white-haired boy is now very high-spirited, thinking that if he can join forces with Xie Gou and leader Guo, he will be able to establish his own sect in Luopo Mountain, which will be great.

The girl and the white-haired boy sat on a branch, each shaking their legs and swaying. Before coming here, they did not treat themselves badly. The two of them worked together in the kitchen to make two clay pots of cross-bridge rice noodles.

Guo Zhujiu was burping and teaching the white-haired boy his unique martial arts experience.

On the branches on both sides, there were two empty small casseroles beside them. The taste is really average. It’s not the ingredients that are to blame, it’s their cooking skills. Anyway, no one should blame anyone.

"Walking around the world, don't panic when something happens."

The white-haired boy nodded vigorously while secretly rolling his eyes.

As a result, Guo Zhujiu's words were very appealing to the white-haired boy, "You must run away quickly."

The white-haired boy's eyes lit up, he clapped vigorously, cheered loudly, and did not forget to continue to encourage Guo Zhujiu to participate in the grand event, "Guo Leader, you know that I am good in all kinds of ways, but there is only one thing that makes me stand out. , that is, he never flatters others, and he and Leader Guo really hit it off, it is a pity that you are not our leader."

Guo Zhujiu asked in confusion: "Do you have a personal grudge against Senior Sister Pei?"

The white-haired boy shook his head and said: "There is absolutely no conscience in heaven and earth!"

Guo Zhujiu was silent for a moment and asked, "If you pretend to be happy every day, will you really be happy one day?"

The white-haired boy looked sad and twitched his lips.

Life has many divergent paths from north to south, and everything is like a spring dream without a trace. Back then, I searched thousands of miles for a title, but all I could find was a scholar.

The white-haired boy held the back of his head with both hands, melancholy, really melancholy.

Guo Zhujiu stretched out his hand to hold the white-haired boy's head, pressed it, and nodded, "What do you want? It must be possible."

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In Luolu Mountain, in a small house, many people gathered here late at night, and everyone looked very relaxed.

Chief Zhou Fei's private house on the mountain was so luxurious and elegant. The floor was paved with white jade, and it was so ethereal that it made people want to cross the threshold. They didn't dare to set foot once they entered the courtyard.

But here, the courtyard in front of the steps is just a flat and compacted yellow soil.

In the early years, there was a female nun who was as famous as Jiang Shangzhen in Tongyezhou. She had been here as a guest and had a special liking for this courtyard.

Jiang Shangzhen thought about it, but he still couldn't understand it. That Huang Ting was definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp, he was very arrogant.

Zhu Lian didn't hide it. He just said that he just gave her a manuscript of Taoist scriptures. Miss Huang sat here and read the book for a while.

This is the way an old cook treats guests, nothing more.

At that time, Chief Zhou was standing under the eaves, looking at the courtyard outside the steps. He quickly figured out the joints and was greatly impressed.

A Taoist book, a cane chair, Huang Ting to Huang Ting, looking at Huang Ting under the moon.

There are a lot of people gathered here tonight to chat. In fact, the main purpose is to listen to Zheng Dafeng's interesting stories about Colorful World.

Zheng Dafeng's witty words are like a talent. What passes through his mouth can always make people laugh and make the listeners smile.

With the support of the old chef, the same thing becomes even more interesting.

Among the men in the audience just now were Taoist Xianwei, Chen Lingjun, and martial artist Zhong Qian. The woman has Xie Gou, Pei Xiang, the leader of the Fox Kingdom, and Gao Jun, the contemporary leader of the Hushan Sect.

Before, Chen Pingan took the initiative to visit the Hushan Sect and took her away from the Lotus Root Blessed Land. Gao Jun originally planned to return to his hometown soon, so at first he only went to Piyun Mountain with Wei Shanjun. She wanted to know more about this vast world. After learning about the local customs and customs, and then discovering that there were two things here, namely Jing Hua Shui Yue and Shan Shui Di Bao, she was even more reluctant to leave Luo Luo Mountain, causing the scheduled itinerary to be postponed again and again.

But now Zheng Dafeng had left and went down the mountain with Xianwei.

Xiao Mo took Chen Lingjun out to the boundary of Ximei River, and then Xie Gou also sneaked over, just asking Mr. Zhu to prepare a supper for her and Xiao Mo to come back, so there was no need to rush to cook.

Zhu Lian smiled and agreed. Since he had nothing to do and Peixiang took the lead, Zhu Lian lay on the wicker chair and casually followed her topic and said some words to relieve his boredom.

"Cultivation has never been just about the mountains, it has always been about you and me."

"Between a man and a woman, becoming a couple is a predestined relationship. It is nothing more than the division of evil and good karma. The first-class evil karma, in this life and in this life, tortures each other, entangles endlessly and never separates. They end up harboring resentment for a long time, and will continue to In the next life. In a moderately bad relationship, both parties will live a makeshift life, always dissatisfied and feeling indebted to each other. If they are poor or rich, no matter whether they have money or not, life will always be unhappy. A slightly less bad relationship will break up halfway. There is not much resentment between the two parties, the relationship is shallow and the relationship is over."

"Only good karma can achieve mutual success and grow old together. So the so-called practice is nothing more than comparing your hearts to your own, turning bad karma into good karma, and continuing the good karma in this life into the good karma in the next life. Then no matter how we meet again in the next life, we will It's like seeing an old friend and you feel happy. Therefore, if a couple wants to live together and live a good life, it is a bad relationship at first, so it is easier to resolve the bad relationship and form a good relationship. It is a good relationship. It’s nothing more than continuing good karma.”

Pei Xiang smiled brightly and said, "But there is more to the world than love and relationship between men and women, right?"

Zhu Lian folded his hands on his abdomen, patted the back of his left hand gently with his right hand, and said slowly: "There is debt between parents and children. Children come to this world to collect debts from their parents, or to pay off debts."

"If the children come to collect debts, then parents must pay off the debts quickly. The sooner the better. So you will find that in this world, some elders are obviously loyal and well-off people, but there will be an unreasonable one. A prodigal son. If your children are here to pay off debts in this life, as parents, you should cherish them and not squander them."

"So you will also see some families. No matter how mean their parents are in words or selfish in their actions, the children are always willing to fulfill their filial piety no matter how hard life is and no matter how much they are wronged."

"Of course there are some children who can bring blessings to an originally poor family. This is their debt repayment."

"Do you think that there are many couples in the world who have children, do they really know how to be parents? In fact, they don't know at the beginning. Since it is the first time in this life, being a father and a mother has either not been done well. Preparation, or not knowing how to act at all, is always a bit confusing, so we did not leave the house, and early in our own home, we had the joys and sorrows that we could cry about and laugh about."

The martial artist Zhong Qian, who was sitting alone on a bench, said in a low voice: "Mr. Zhu, what should we do?"

Principles must have a place to stay, otherwise knowing a bunch of great principles will be of no use except carrying them around and getting tired.

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Don't sacrifice to save face and suffer. Be more patient with others and yourself. With those close to you, dare to admit a few mistakes and be willing to say sorry a few times."

"Especially good people who have no harmful intentions and are full of goodwill towards the world should pay special attention to their own character and must control their emotions well. Don't give people, especially those close to them, the impression of being unstable and moody. Otherwise, it is reasonable. I didn’t pay any attention to it, it would be a big loss in the end.”

"There is a saying that describes a person's unprovoked anger, which is called nameless fire. The name of the name can actually be described as the fire of ignorance, the bright light. Think of all the grievances a person has accumulated bit by bit. Little things will add up, and the trivial things will turn into emotions that are difficult to know about oneself. I think it doesn't matter. How could I? Then it can't be wrapped up in paper. This kind of lack of self-awareness is probably called Ignorance.”

"When we think too much, we do too little. How can we reap as much as we sow."

"But if you do too much and think too little, how can you protect your kindness?"

"We humans, living our lives, can't always feel that we have worked very hard."

"But don't be afraid. Under the same roof, all the anger that is vented has a temperature. Just let others know, don't hold it in your heart, and of course, don't burn other people's hearts. So in addition to letting the other person know that you are What do you think? At the same time, you must know what the other party thinks. Don’t worry about whether the two parties are right or wrong, and whether each has their own reasons.”

"There is a little trick here, that is, don't discuss matters with people close to you other than your children. Of course, when it comes to children, tutors, and rules, they must be unreasonable. Certain things should be like this, children. It's best if you understand. If you don't understand, just do it. For example, when you go out and see your elders, you have to say hello. If you do something wrong, you have to admit it to the person for the wrong thing itself, not because you did it, what will the other person do? If you are unhappy, or your parents are unhappy, as a parent, you cannot admit your fault on your behalf."

Gao Jun finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Zhu, I have a question. Isn't 'discussing things based on their facts' always an undoubted compliment?"

"So it's a trick. If everyone knew it, there wouldn't be much to say."

Zhu Lian laughed, and the old man said softly in a gentle tone that seemed to be unique to him: "When something requires us to question or deny the family members around us, it must be emotional, and it is inevitable that we will say a few words. Is it useful to say something harsh? It may be useful, but more likely it will make things worse. You will argue and talk to yourself. In the end, it will no longer be the matter itself, and you will start to settle old scores and defend yourself. Yes, find various reasons, or use a certain right to deny the other's right. In this case, can we really 'discuss the matter as it stands'?"

"Men like to reason, and women value feelings. If a man never understands that those strange, seemingly inexplicable, unreasonable, and unreasonable emotions from women are themselves a truth, then it will be difficult for him to understand his own truth. Here you go."

"Not to mention that reasoning is just for the purpose of winning or losing. When both parties have been together for such a long time, they will naturally feel that the other person is a person who cannot communicate. Husband and wife who sleep in the same bed have no escape or avoidance. If we avoid it, probably in the end we will just be silent and feel aggrieved."

"All the misunderstandings we have about others and the world may come from three words, 'I think'."

Gao Jun thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

The girl in the mink hat, who had returned to Luoluo Mountain, was in high spirits after hearing this. She sat down on the bamboo chair, gave a thumbs up, and praised loudly: "Mr. Zhu, you are so understanding!"

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "Men should think more."

Xie Gou nodded vigorously. Mr. Zhu said everything well. This sentence and this truth are the best.

If Xie Gou gradually changes his mind and begins to sincerely feel that Luolu Mountain is a good place, then Zhu Lian, the old cook next to him, must take half of the credit!

Zhu Lian added: "Everyone is a slacker and is born lazy, so I always feel that a certain truth in a book or a sentence heard from others, all those things make people feel relaxed when they hear them. Principles rarely make our lives better, and good principles make us feel more uncomfortable when we first hear them, and even more uncomfortable when we do them."

"So if Miss Xie listens to all my ramblings tonight, and in the end only feels that this sentence is pleasant and reasonable, and listens to it, and then just remembers this and forgets the rest, it would be better not to listen and never hear a word."

Xie Gou smiled awkwardly.

Mr. Zhu is indeed a profound man.

Xiaomo, who had just returned to the hospital, smiled knowingly.

Zhu Lian said rudely: "Xiao Mo, why are you laughing, are you a fool?"

Mr. Xiao Mo and Miss Xie were both on the same side, and a bowl of water was balanced.

Xiao Mo stopped smiling and couldn't help laughing again.

Xie Gou blinked his eyes, oh, I can't help it, Xiaomo is so gentle today, and seems to be a bit more handsome than yesterday.

Zhu Lian looked at the sky and was silent for a moment.

A seemingly simple truth, how many truths are needed to support it?

It seems that there are too many things, which are just an addition with only one definite number. If any one of them is missing, the answer must be wrong.

After coming back to his senses, Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Let's not talk about the affairs outside the mountain. On our Luolu Mountain, we try our best to avoid being wronged by anyone. Of course it is difficult to achieve, so let's try to make sure that everyone is less wronged."

Some of the grievances that you are unwilling to talk about with others come from the lack of response from the people around you. All kinds of expectations, longings, and wishes are like drums in your heart, resounding throughout your world. Being silent outside the heart is always silent. It's like a person shouting that his voice is hoarse and there is still no one around him to hear him. This person will become less and less fond of talking and keep silent until he becomes mute.

Zhu Lian said softly: "Don't worry about what is right or wrong, right or wrong, you must be willing to tell others what you think, why you say something, why you do something, tell the other person straightforwardly, I am like this I think so, what do you think?"

In fact, in this matter, the person who did the best in Luolu Mountain was Chen Lingjun, and perhaps the second best was Chen Ping'an, the owner of the mountain.

For example, if Chen Lingjun encounters something that makes him feel aggrieved, he will immediately feel extremely aggrieved and wonder why his master is not around. As long as Chen Ping'an returns home one day, he must complain! Another example is when walking to Luzhou in Beiju. At that critical moment when Dadu enters the sea, Chen Lingjun thought that in the worst case, he would return to Luolu Mountain and be scolded by Chen Pingan. Even though I was driven down the mountain, I was still a heroic man.

Luo Luoshan is what it is today.

Outsiders think that Chen Ping'an likes to be a hands-off shopkeeper too much. Now that he has such a huge family fortune, he is just unlucky.

Even some outside monks who are relatively familiar with Luolu Mountain feel that Zhu Lian, a figure who never moves away from home, is doing something.

This is what insiders know, and laymen only watch the excitement.

Chen Ping'an once sent a letter home to Luopo Mountain and asked Wei Bo to deliver it.

There is a line written on the envelope in small regular script, "Nuan Shu personally opens the envelope, Pei Qian reads the letter, and Mi Li puts the envelope away."

After they received the letter, their three little heads bumped together in the bamboo house, and Little Heitan read the contents of the letter three times.

Zhu Lian stood up, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "I'm going to make midnight snack, Xiao Mo can help me."

Xiao Mo stood up with a smile and helped Mr. Zhu in the kitchen. He was already familiar with the routine.

Everyone had supper together at the same table. Peixiang and Gao Jun, who had never touched Yang Chun Shui, helped clear away the dishes and returned to their residences.

After the excitement, Zhu Lian was alone, lying back on the wicker chair, seemingly talking to himself, "Lu Chen, do you think so?"

On the other side of the wall, sitting there was Lu Chen, who had arrived here at some unknown time, and said with a smile: "There is a small problem, there are some truths, even a reasonable person can't do it himself."

"Even so, aren't those principles bad?"

"If you say that, it seems to make sense."

Zhu Lian turned his head and pouted at the ground, "On the branches of Qiyuan Road, there are flower thieves and jade waist slaves!"

Lu Chen couldn't help laughing, "That's weird, why are you scolding yourself?"

Lu Chen jumped up and landed on the ground in the courtyard. He walked straight to the wicker chair, imitated Zhu Lian's posture and lay on it, and said lazily: "After seeing each other for so many years, how about a few words?"

Zhu Lian sat on the steps, put his hands in his sleeves, and said calmly: "What do you want to talk about?"

Lu Chen smiled and closed his eyes.

Zhu Lian looked up.

In an instant, in the night, there seemed to be hundreds of millions of dreams of sentient beings in the world, like lanterns densely packed together, colorful and rising slowly.

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Under the eaves of the village school, the old scholar was lying comfortably on the rattan chair. Chen Pingan was sitting on the bamboo chair beside him, gently shaking the cattail leaf fan.

Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji sat on the other side.

The old scholar smiled and asked: "Ning Ji, I told you a lot before, do you understand?"

Ning Ji shook his head and said with a shy expression, "Master Patriarch, I almost don't understand."

The old scholar laughed and said: "It's okay, it's okay. Let your husband explain it to you in some vernacular."

Chen Ping'an smiled and explained in detail to Ning Ji in some simple and easy-to-understand words.

Ning Ji kept both explanations in mind. Occasionally if there was something he still couldn't understand, he would ask his husband, and Chen Pingan would explain it in another way.

After listening, the old man fell asleep again, snoring slightly.

Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji walked lightly and went to the kitchen to lay the floor.

Only Chen Ping'an still sat there, silently accompanying his husband.

In the open space outside the school, there are vague traces of children dancing in square grids.

Perhaps childhood is like a carefree jumping on a square grid. Inside the square is your own home, and outside the square is the world outside.