Sword of Coming

At dawn, the sky gradually turns white.

Chen Pingan, who had not slept all night, closed the door, left the house, and walked out of the mansion, wanting to go for a walk.

Gu Can, wearing a dark green python robe, quickly caught up.

In the lake near Qingxia Island, a small loach appeared in its true form and was swimming slowly.

Chen Ping'an said: "I said so much yesterday because I wanted you to admit your mistake. Later, you found it difficult. It doesn't matter. I hope you can remember what I am going to say today, because I am not trying to convince you, I am just giving it to you. Tell me some possibilities that you may not have thought of. If you don’t want to hear it, remember it first, maybe you will need it one day. Can you do it? "

Gu Can nodded and said, "No problem. I will keep those words in mind yesterday."

Chen Pingan held a branch in his hand, poked the ground gently, and walked slowly, "In this world, not everyone can be me, Chen Pingan, nor can everyone be Gu Can. This is wrong."

"It is precisely because there are still such and such good people in the world, there are many good people we have seen and many more good people we have not seen, that Gu Can and I are alive today and able to sit there yesterday and talk about our respective stories. reason."

"I am saying this not to prove that you, Gu Can, are definitely wrong, but I hope that you will know more about this world and know more. The rivers and lakes are not just Shujian Lake. You will leave here one day, just like I left my hometown town that year.”

Having said this, Chen Ping'an walked out of the white jade stone path and walked towards the lake, with Gu Can following closely behind.

Chen Ping'an squatted down, used a branch as a pen, and drew a circle on the ground, "I'm going to tell you a truth that I came up with blindly, but it's not perfect yet. It's because in Tongyezhou, I heard a good friend I met on the rivers and lakes. My friend, this is an idea I developed after I accidentally heard about the divisions between sages, gentlemen and saints in the academy for the first time."

Gu Can muttered: "Why didn't I meet any good friends in Shujian Lake?"

Gu Can wished that Chen Pingan had only him as a friend in the world.

Chen Pingan smiled and wrote two words, wise man, inside the small circle he drew. "How to become a sage in the Seventy-Two Academy, the academy has rules, that is, the knowledge that the sage has thought out through reading poetry and books can be applied to a country and become a country-governing strategy that benefits a country's mountains and rivers. "

Then Chen Ping'an drew a slightly larger circle and wrote the word gentleman, "If the knowledge proposed by the sage in the academy can be applied to a continent, he can become a gentleman."

Finally, Chen Ping'an drew a larger circle and wrote the word saint, "If a gentleman's knowledge becomes greater and greater and he can propose universal knowledge that covers the world, he can become an academy saint."

Chen Pingan pointed to the three circles, "Look, just looking at the three circles seems to be saying that even the Confucian academies promote 'standpoints'. Wise men, gentlemen and saints each have their own stand. So, ordinary people, when Officials, those who lead troops in battles, those who practice in the mountains and rivers, and the immortal masters of genealogies on the mountains, how come we are wrong when we stand by our stance and don’t ask about right and wrong? Do you know why?"

Gu Can felt dizzy and shook his head.

Chen Ping'an said: "First, it is possible to have a position, and it is difficult not to have one, but it does not mean that you can 'just' talk about your own position and ignore everything. That kind of clear conscience is narrow-minded. Whether it is knowledge or a good person, , the most fundamental basis for establishing oneself, are connected. Wise men, gentlemen, and saints are connected. Common people are connected with emperors, generals, ministers, and practitioners. Therefore, in the authentic Confucian Temple in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, the writings of the Confucian sages of the past dynasties are more and more profound. The deeper it is at the bottom, the more unbreakable it is. I heard that even so, there were times in history when the golden words of the Great Sage began to lose their luster as time passed and circumstances changed."

Seeing Gu Can, he became more and more confused.

Chen Pingan twitched his lips and even smiled, "I thought about these words for a long time last night and wanted to say them to you, but in fact they were meant for myself."

Chen Pingan stood up and looked around, "Qingxia Island is a circle, and the sect's rules were established by Liu Zhimao. To put it more simply, the place where you and your aunt live is also a circle. Many family rules were established by you and your aunt. On a larger scale, Shujian Lake is still a circle, and the rules are local customs that countless wild cultivators in the mountains and swamps have sacrificed their blood and lives for in history. Looking at it on a larger scale, in the middle of Aquarius Continent where Shujian Lake is located, Guanhu Academy is in Draw a circle, and then go to a smaller one, you, I, Chen Pingan, my own principles are the smallest circle in the world, only restrain yourself. Someone once said that in the secular world, relatively high morals are used to discipline yourself. It will be better.”

Chen Pingan seemed to be asking himself, leaning on the ground with a branch, and murmured: "Do you know what I am afraid of? I am afraid that those principles that can convince me at the moment and feel less wronged, those principles that can help me overcome the difficulties at hand, will become my The truth of a lifetime. It is everywhere, but you and I have a long river of time that is hard to see. It is always flowing. As I just said, in this irreversible process, many of the sage's principles that left golden words will also become dim. No light."

“Yesterday’s sense will become unreasonable.”

Gu Can suddenly tilted his head and said, "You, Chen Ping'an, want me to know that I'm wrong when I say this today, right?"

Chen Pingan did not answer Gu Can, but said to himself: "But I feel that some of the lowest, lowest, and low things seem to have fallen on the dirt road of our Mud Bottle Alley, which is full of chicken and dog excrement. , will never change. What it was like 10,000 years ago is what it is today, and it will still be the same 10,000 years from now."

"For example, when we were about to starve to death... I, Chen Pingan, didn't think about stealing. I would open the door to my aunt and give me a bowl of rice. I will remember it for the rest of my life. I, Chen Pingan, will still feel that someone gave me a bowl of rice at that time. I will endure the candied haws and not pick it up. Do you know what I told myself in my heart while running?"

As long as it doesn't involve admitting his mistake, Gu Can will be more interested and curious, "What is it?"

Chen Pingan looked into the distance, "It would be wrong if I took it, because I still had a few copper coins on hand at that time, and I wouldn't starve to death immediately. I couldn't pick up the bunch of candied haws, because I would be afraid of eating it. After eating such delicious food, I will feel that a life that is already satisfying with a bowl of rice will become very unbearable. It will make my future life even more difficult. It will be difficult for me to eat a meal that is 60% full of rice. , I’m still not very happy. Do I have to ask that person for candied haws every day? Taking a step back, even if he is still willing to give me alms every time, one day his stall will disappear, and then I will what to do?"

Chen Ping'an looked dazed, "But you know what? At that time, none of these principles could resist the temptation of the bunch of candied haws. At that time, I really wanted to turn around and tell the man selling candied haws that I regretted it. You should still give it to me. Let me do it. Do you know how I kept myself from turning around?"

Chen Pingan asked and answered himself, "I told myself, Chen Pingan, Chen Pingan, why are you so greedy? Maybe your father will come back one day, so you can eat by then and be full! Dad promised you, next time you come back My family will definitely bring candied haws on a stick. So later I secretly ran over there and didn’t see the vendor. I felt a little sad. It wasn’t that I was sad that I didn’t get the candied haws for free, but I was worried that if my father came home, It’s time to buy candied haws.”

Gu Can reached out and wanted to tug the sleeve of the person next to him, but he didn't dare.

Chen Pingan murmured: "When you are alive, you have to miss something, right?"

"Do you think I don't know that my father will never come back?"

"I know."

"But I still think so."

"You know, little slug, when you were little, walking at night, you always asked me why I wasn't afraid of ghosts at all? I wasn't really afraid of ghosts from the beginning, but one day I suddenly thought, if there really are ghosts in the world, right? I can see my parents. When I think of this, I feel a lot more courageous."

"It's just that I'm also a little worried. My parents are so kind. If they really become ghosts, they are good ghosts. Will they be bullied by evil ghosts, so that they can't come to see me?"

After Chen Ping'an said this, he turned around and rubbed Gu Can's head, "Let me go for a walk while you busy yourself."

Gu Can nodded and left gently.

After Gu Can walked far away, he turned around and looked, and a very strange thought suddenly came to his mind.

It seems that Chen Pingan is not as angry and sad as yesterday.

But Chen Ping'an seemed to be even more...disappointed, but it wasn't for Gu Can.

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That night, Gu Can found that the lights were still on in Chen Ping'an's house, so he knocked on the door.

Chen Pingan walked around the desk, walked to the table in the main hall, and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

Gu Can smiled and said, "Aren't you the same?"

Gu Can had previously seen that the table was piled with densely written papers, but there was not even a ball of paper in the wastebasket, and asked: "Are you practicing calligraphy?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Think about it and write about it. Over the years, I have been reading and listening, but I still don't think enough."

Gu Can asked: "Have you thought of anything?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "I was thinking about something just now. The freedom of the truly strong in the world should be bounded by the weak."

Gu Can rolled his eyes and said, "What kind of strong person am I, and how old am I now?"

Chen Pingan said: "This has something to do with a person's age, but it is not necessarily related. I have encountered many powerful opponents before, including Empress Dali, who is even more powerful than Little Loach's current cultivation level. Lao Jiao, an Ascension Realm monk. It cannot be said that they are purely bad people. In the eyes of many people, they are also good people. But at least they do not understand this truth. "

"This is one of my most precious truths. You are Gu Can, so I am telling you. Whether you listen or not is up to you. But precisely because you are Gu Can, I hope you can listen attentively. At such a young age, you are able to protect your mother, you are a strong person, and many, many adults cannot compare to you."

Gu Can lay on the table and said with a smile: "My mother said that you did so many things for your mother when you were a child. She always used this to say that I had no conscience, saying that I was born in vain and that I raised a white-eyed wolf. .”

Chen Pingan said slowly: "Let's not talk about right and wrong, good and evil. If everyone in the world had the same thoughts as you, Gu Can, what do you think it would be like?"

Gu Can shook his head and said, "I never think about this."

Chen Pingan nodded.

This is Gu Can's true inner thoughts.

Gu Can was afraid that Chen Pingan would be angry, so he explained: "Tell the truth and say whatever you want. This is what Chen Pingan said himself."

Chen Pingan then changed the subject, "If it were all you Gu Can, in the small town in our hometown, there would be no Mr. Qi from the school, no grandpa Liu, our neighbor in Mu Ping Lane, no mother-in-law Liu, and no mother-in-law who often helps your mother. Uncle Zhao who harvests rice and grabs water sources.”

"I think it doesn't matter if I don't have them. It doesn't matter if I have those. My mother and I have survived differently. The worst is that if I get a few more beatings and my mother gets a few more scratches on the face, sooner or later I will beat them to death one by one. .For the former, I will repay my kindness one by one, fairy money? Rich mansion? Beautiful woman? Whatever you want, I will give it to you!"

"There will be no me in Mud Bottle Alley."

Gu Can glared and said, "That's not possible!"

Chen Pingan, who looked slightly pale, smiled.

After a moment of silence, Chen Pingan said: "Gu Can, I know you have been telling me the truth, so I am willing to sit here. Now I hope that for the last question, you can still tell me the truth."

"Can!"

"Do you like killing people?"

Gu Can hesitated for a moment, but the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and the last bit of smile rippled on his face. His face was full of smiles, his eyes were hot and sincere, and he said resolutely: "Yes!"

Gu Can smiled brightly, but started to cry, "Chen Pingan, I don't want to lie to you!"

Chen Pingan also smiled, stretched out his hand to help Gu Can wipe away his tears, "It doesn't matter, I think I was actually wrong. My principles can't tell what is right or wrong, but I am still Chen Pingan, and you are still a kid. Slugs.”

Gu Can asked worriedly: "Are you angry with me?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, "I'm not angry with you."

Gu Can muttered: "But you are obviously still angry."

Chen Pingan said: "I will give it a try and not be angry with anyone."

After Gu Can left.

Chen Pingan stood up and walked towards the desk, but stopped.

I was about to turn around, wanting to sit at the table and rest for a while, but I didn't really want to go.

Just stood there.

Chen Ping'an put his hands on his sleeves and bent slightly, thinking.

The old monk in the Nanyuan Elementary School once said a word: put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately.

But Gu Can didn't feel that he was at fault. The murderous knife in his heart was tightly held in Gu Can's hand, and he had no intention of letting it go.

So what I told Pei Qian about yesterday's death yesterday and today's life today is empty talk.

It is easy to break the thief in the mountain, but it is difficult to break the thief in the heart.

Now Chen Ping'an felt that this "thief in his heart" had come to Gu Can's side, opened the door to his heart, and stayed. Can't be beaten to death, can't be driven away.

Because he couldn't get past his heart.

Gu Can is the person he will never abandon.

The boss swordsman, an old man named Chen Qingdu, said that he has always been reasonable and reasonable in everything in his life, just to occasionally be less reasonable.

But Chen Pingan knew that the old man stopped talking about it, but the truth was still in his heart. It's just that even a master swordsman like him has no choice but to draw his sword when his reasoning doesn't make sense.

Chen Pingan was a little confused.

He suddenly realized that he had already explained all the truths he knew in his life, and maybe even the truths he wanted to tell others in the future.

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In the high-rise building of Chishui City, Cui Dongshan murmured: "It's hard to persuade a damned person with good words!"

Cui Han smiled and said: "The great thing about the great road is that people like Gu Can can stand out better than the so-called mediocre good people."

Cui Dongshan turned his head and stared at Cui Han, "You didn't let someone secretly protect Gu Can? Did you deliberately encourage Gu Can to cause harm to one party?"

Cui Chan asked back: "If I successfully assassinate Gu Can's mother, and then block Chen Pingan's trip south, then when Ruan Xiu 'accidentally' injures Gu Can, wouldn't it be a dead end? But I need this. Do you want to arrange it? I don’t need to. Of course, if you do this, you will lose the subtlety of the heat and the diluted charm that is most worth pondering, leaving Chen Pingan to choose the path he can take. There are fewer, seemingly narrower, and more The family is at a loss, but it is easy for Chen Pingan to go to extremes. If he follows his heart, he can beat Gu Can to death with a punch or stab him with a sword. Otherwise, he will simply kill himself. This dead end is just What's the point of dying? Even if it has some meaning, it's not big enough. You won't be convinced, and I don't think you can win with force."

Cui Dongshan looked lonely.

He suddenly said angrily: "Cui Dongshan, what did Chen Ping'an do wrong?!"

Cui Chan smiled helplessly, "Isn't it childish?"

Cui Dongshan roared: "Tell me!"

Cui Han smiled, put his hand to his ear, tilted his head, and asked with a smile, as if he was waiting for the answer: "Holy Master, Li Sheng, you are the most knowledgeable. Come, come, let's talk about it."

Cui Dongshan suddenly became quiet.

Cui Han smiled and said: "The overall situation has been decided. The only thing I want to know now is which sentence of Legalism did you write in that brocade bag? Don't be close or distant, and break up with the law?"

Cui Dongshan was lost and shook his head, "Not a Legalist."

Cui Han nodded, "From this point of view, it is not Buddhist."

Cui Dongshan said foolishly, "It is not the knowledge of the three religions and hundreds of schools of thought, it is not one of so many principles."

Cui Chen frowned.

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Chen Pingan stretched out his hand tremblingly and took out the brochure bag from his sleeve. Pei Qian gave it to him before leaving Hongzhu Town, saying that he must open it and take a look when he was the most angry.

Chen Pingan opened the kit and took out a note inside.

It says, "Chen Pingan, please don't be disappointed in this world."

After Chen Pingan read it, he put it in his bag and put it back in his sleeve.

Chen Ping'an turned to look out the window at the night and murmured: "I'm just very disappointed in myself."

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Inside the tall building, Cui Chan laughed heartily.

Cui Dongshan was heartbroken.

Cui Chan kept laughing and was extremely happy.

Cui Xuan, the Grand Master of Great Li, has not been so hearty for a long, long time.

Cui Dongshan was about to stand up and walk out of the golden thunder pool that he had drawn as a prison.

Cui Chang suddenly narrowed his eyes.

I only saw it in the scroll.

Chen Pingan went to pick up the sword-raising gourd and drank all the wine in one go.

Then he took out the golden robe and stood there, wearing the robe on his own.

Chen Ping'an took out another filth-removing talisman and posted it on a pillar of the house.

Close your eyes.

Using the monk's inner vision method, Chen Ping'an's spiritual consciousness came to the gate of the mansion where the golden gallica was located.

The door slowly opened.

After successfully refining the second natal object, the little man in golden Confucian shirt with a sword on his back and a book on his back said something to Chen Pingan that even Mao Xiaodong couldn't figure out.

"If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good."

That is actually Chen Pingan's deep concern for Gu Can deep in his heart. It is Chen Pingan's hint to himself. If he makes a mistake, he must admit it. He is not someone close to me, Chen Pingan. I feel that he is not wrong and I want to favor him, but those mistakes can be made up for through hard work.

However, so many people died.

Gu Can will not admit his mistakes.

Now, how to remedy it?

Right and wrong are all there. Chen Pingan can make exceptions if he can't do it, and he can't deceive himself and others.

What many people are doing and saying may not necessarily be correct.

The door of the mansion slowly opened.

Chen Ping'an bowed to the little man in golden Confucian shirt and said goodbye.

The golden literary man who had already formed a rudimentary elixir and was expected to achieve the state of "morality in one's body", the little man in golden Confucian shirt, said thousands of words, but just sighed and bowed respectfully like Chen Ping'an.

Bang.

The whole small human world sounded like a death knell, resounding throughout the world.

The golden literary courage suddenly shattered, and the long sword of the little man in golden scholar's shirt, which had recently become rusty, the books with dim luster, and itself melted away like snow and disappeared.

This mansion and this room on Qingxia Island.

There was a bloody smell.

Chen Pingan stumbled and fell to the ground, sitting cross-legged.

He struggled to stand up, pushed away all the papers, and began to write three letters.

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Cui Dongshan's eyes were cold, "I lost."

There was a long silence.

Cui Dongshan was a little confused and turned around to look.

Cui Zhang felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and began to sit upright!

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The next day, a very strange person suddenly appeared on Qingxia Island.

First, Feijian sent three secret letters.

As for what he wrote and who he sent it to, this person was Gu Can's distinguished guest. Who dared to pry?

Those three letters were sent to Wei Bo of Longquan County, Zhongkui of Tongyezhou, and Fan Junmao of Old Longcheng.

Ask if there is any shortcut way to quickly master the immortal magic of soul concentration. There are many details about how a person becomes a ghost after death, or how to be reincarnated. Is there a long-lost ancient secret technique that can summon "ancestors" from the underworld and help people in the upper world to talk to them?

After that, the man asked for a small house near the entrance of a mountain on Qingxia Island.

On the table were pens, ink, paper, and an ordinary abacus.

The man was young and looked very depressed and pale, but he was clean and tidy. No matter who he looked at, his eyes were bright.

He and Mr. Tianhu of Qingxia Island asked for the files of all the monks and servants of Qingxia Island.

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