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Chapter One Sting
On February 2, the dragon looked up.
In the twilight, there is a lonely and thin boy in a quiet place in the small town named Niping Lane. At this time, according to the custom, he is holding a candle in one hand and a peach branch in the other. It shines on the beams, walls, wooden beds, etc., and knocks with the peach branches. Beating, trying to drive away snakes, scorpions, centipedes, etc., is an old saying passed down from generations to generations in this small town: on February 2nd, candles shine on beams, peaches hit the walls, and there is nowhere for snakes and insects to hide in the world.
The young man's surname was Chen and his name was Ping An, and his parents died young. The porcelain of the small town is extremely famous. Since the founding of the country, it has taken on the important task of "fire and sacrifice tombs in the imperial court". There are government officials stationed here all the year round to supervise official kiln affairs. The helpless young man became a porcelain potter very early, and at first he could only do some chores, followed by a bad tempered half-way master who worked hard for several years, and just figured out the doorway to burn porcelain. As a result, things changed suddenly. The town suddenly lost the amulet made by the official kiln. The dozens of kilns around the town were all shut down and put out by the government overnight.
Chen Pingan put down the newly folded peach branch and blew out the candles. After walking out of the house, he sat on the steps and looked up. The starry sky was shining.
The teenager still clearly remembers that the teacher who only recognized himself as a half apprentice, whose surname was Yao, was found sitting on a small bamboo chair in the early morning of last autumn, facing the direction of the kiln head, and closed his eyes. .
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However, there are only a few people who are like old man Yao.
The craftsmen in the small town who have only been able to burn porcelain for generations did not dare to presume to burn the official kilns of tribute, nor to sell them to the common people privately, so they had to find another way out. Fourteen-year-old Chen Pingan was also swept out. After returning to Ni Ping Alley, he continued to guard this dilapidated old house. It was almost a bleak scene of a family disciple. Even if Chen Ping An wanted to be a prodigal, he couldn't start.
After being a lonely wild ghost wandering around for a while, the young man really couldn't find any money to earn a living. With that little savings, the young man barely filled his stomach. A few days ago, I heard about the Qilong Lane a few blocks away. , An old blacksmith named Ruan came, and he announced that he would accept seven or eight apprentices for ironing iron, and he did not pay any wages, but Chen Pingan hurried to touch him. Fortunately, I never thought that the old man just glanced at him sideways and turned him away. At that time, Chen Ping'an was wondering, is it not the strength of the iron, but the appearance of his face?
You must know that although Chen Pingan looks weak, but his strength should not be underestimated. This is the physical foundation exercised by the juvenile years of burning porcelain and drawing blanks. Besides, Chen Pingan followed the old man surnamed Yao around the town. Hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers, I have tasted the various soils around me, hard working, willing to do any dirty work, without any muddling. It's a pity that Lao Yao always disliked Chen Ping'an. He disliked that the young man had no savvy, he was elmwood and incapable. He was far inferior to the big apprentice Liu Xianyang. It is no wonder that the old man was eccentric. In just six months, Liu Xianyang’s skill is worth the level of Chen Ping’s three years of hard work.
Although he may not be able to use this skill in his life, Chen Ping'an is still as usual, closing his eyes, imagining that he has bluestone slabs and wheeled cars on hold in front of him, and begins to practice drawing blanks. Practice makes perfect.
About every quarter of an hour, the teenager would rest for a while, shaking his wrists, and repeat the cycle until he was completely exhausted. Then Chen Ping'an got up and slowly stretched his muscles and bones while walking in the courtyard. No one has ever taught Chen Ping'an about this, but he has figured it out.
The heaven and the earth were originally silent. Chen Ping'an heard a harsh sarcasm and stopped. As expected, he saw the man of his age squatting on the wall, grinning, making no secret of his contemptuous look.
This person is Chen Pingan’s old neighbor, and it is said that he is the illegitimate child of the former supervising adult. The adult was afraid of the clear stream and impeachment by the supervisor, and finally returned to the capital alone to report on his work. He handed over the child to the successor official who had personal friendship to help. Take care of it. Now the town inexplicably loses the qualification for firing the official kilns. The supervising adult who is responsible for supervising the kiln affairs for the imperial court is very difficult to protect himself when he crosses the river. Where can he take care of the illegitimate son of his official colleagues, and throw some money away, he is in a hurry Hurry to the capital to manage relations.
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The neighbor boy who has become an abandoned son unknowingly still has a good life. He takes his close maid around the town all day long, loitering around the whole year, and never worrying about money.
The walls of the loess courtyards of every house in Ni Ping Lane are very low. In fact, the neighboring teenagers can see the scene of the courtyard here without having to stand on their toes, but every time they talk to Chen Ping An, they prefer to squat on the wall.
Compared with the crude and vulgar name of Chen Ping'an, the neighbor's teenager is much more elegant, called Song Jixin, and even the maid who depended on him for her life has a gentle name, Zhigui.
The young girl was standing by the courtyard wall at this time. She had a pair of apricot eyes, timid and weak.
There was a voice over the courtyard gate, "Are you a maid for sale?"
Song Jixin was stunned, followed the voice and turned his head to look. He was a smiling young man in Jinyi standing outside the courtyard with a completely strange face.
Next to the young man in Jin Yi stood a tall old man with a fair face and a kind face. He lightly squinted his eyes and looked at the two young girls adjacent to the courtyard.
The old man's eyes swept past Chen Ping'an without stagnation, but Song Jixin and the maidservant stayed a lot, and the smile gradually grew thicker.
Song Jixin squinted and said, "Sell! Why not sell!"
The boy smiled and said, "Then you make a price."
The girl's eyes widened and her face was strange, like a young elk panicking.
Song Jixin rolled his eyes, stretched out a finger, shook it, "Ten thousand silver!"
The Jinyi boy looked as usual, nodded and said, "Okay."
Seeing that the boy didn't seem to be joking, Song Jixin quickly changed his words and said, "It's golden!"
The corners of the Jinyi boy's mouth curled up, and said, "It's making you play."
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Song Jixin's face was gloomy.
The young man in Jinyi ignored Song Jixin, shifted his gaze, and looked at Chen Ping An, "Thanks to you today, I was able to buy that carp. After I bought it back, the more I watched, the happier I thought I must tell you in person. Thanks, so I asked Grandpa Wu to take me to see you overnight."
He threw out a heavy embroidered bag and tossed it to Chen Ping An, smiling brightly and said, "This is a reward, and you and I are both clear."
Just as Chen Pingan wanted to speak, the Jinyi boy had already turned and left.
Chen Ping'an frowned.
During the day, I accidentally saw a middle-aged man walking on the street with a fish basket. He caught a golden carp with a short tail. It jumped so hard in the bamboo basket. Chen Ping’an only glanced at it and felt It was very festive, so I asked if I could buy it for ten cents. The middle-aged man was just thinking about rewarding his own five internal organs temple. Seeing that it was profitable, he just sat on the land and raised the price. The lion opened his mouth and insisted on thirty cents. Only willing to sell. Chen Pingan, who is shy in his pocket, has so much spare money, and is really reluctant to bear the golden carp, so he follows the middle-aged man, soft and hard, thinking about cutting the price to fifteen cents, even twenty cents. Just when the middle-aged people showed signs of letting go, the young man in Jinyi and the tall old man happened to pass by. Without a word, they bought the carp and the fish basket with fifty cents. Chen Ping'an could only watch them go away, helpless. .
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Staring at the back of the pair of grandparents, Song Jixin retracted his fierce eyes, jumped off the wall, seemed to remember something, and said to Chen Ping An, "Do you remember the four legs in the first month?"
Chen Ping'an nodded.
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How can I not remember, it is just fresh in my memory.
According to the custom of this small town for hundreds of years, if snakes burrow into their house, it is a good sign, and the owner should never expel them. On the first day of the first month of the first month, Song Jixin was sitting on the threshold and basking in the sun. Then there was a small thing commonly known as a four-legged snake, running into the house under his nose. Song Jixin grabbed it and went into the yard. When I fell out, I never thought that the four-legged snake that had fallen to the ground would become more and more courageous. Once again, I was so angry that Song Jixin, who had never believed in ghosts, was thrown away in anger. When I arrived at the courtyard of Chen Ping'an, I never thought that Song Jixin was under his bed the next day and saw the four-legged snake curled up.
Song Jixin noticed that the girl pulled her sleeve.
The boy and her had a clear heart, and subconsciously swallowed the words that had already reached his mouth.
What he wanted to say was that the ugly four-legged snake had a bulge on its forehead recently, like a horn on the top of its head.
Song Jixin said in another sentence, "I and Zhigui may be leaving here next month."
Chen Pingan sighed, "Be careful on the road."
Song Jixin said half-truth and half-truth: "I definitely can't move some things. Don't steal things unscrupulously when there is no one in my house."
Chen Pingan shook his head.
Song Jixin laughed abruptly, and pointed Chen Ping'an with his finger, and said with a hippie smile: "It's as timid as a mouse, no wonder there are no good children in the poor, not to mention that this life is poor and humble, and you may not be able to escape in the next life."
Chen Pingan was silent.
Each returned to the house, Chen Pingan closed the door and lay on the hard wooden bed. The poor boy closed his eyes and whispered in a low voice: "Sai Sui Ping, Sui Sui safe, Sui Sui safe, Sui Sui safe..."
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Worlds, full of wonders. I Chen Ping'an, I have only one sword to move mountains, pour the sea, drop demons, suppress demons, imperial gods, pick stars, break the river, destroy the city, and open the sky! ————My name is Chen Pingan, and I am a swordsman.
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Chapter One Sting
On February 2, the dragon looked up.
In the twilight, there is a lonely and thin boy in a quiet place in the small town named Niping Lane. At this time, according to the custom, he is holding a candle in one hand and a peach branch in the other. It shines on the beams, walls, wooden beds, etc., and knocks with the peach branches. Beating, trying to drive away snakes, scorpions, centipedes, etc., is an old saying passed down from generations to generations in this small town: on February 2nd, candles shine on beams, peaches hit the walls, and there is nowhere for snakes and insects to hide in the world.
The young man's surname was Chen and his name was Ping An, and his parents died young. The porcelain of the small town is extremely famous. Since the founding of the country, it has taken on the important task of "fire and sacrifice tombs in the imperial court". There are government officials stationed here all the year round to supervise official kiln affairs. The helpless young man became a porcelain potter very early, and at first he could only do some chores, followed by a bad tempered half-way master who worked hard for several years, and just figured out the doorway to burn porcelain. As a result, things changed suddenly. The town suddenly lost the amulet made by the official kiln. The dozens of kilns around the town were all shut down and put out by the government overnight.
Chen Pingan put down the newly folded peach branch and blew out the candles. After walking out of the house, he sat on the steps and looked up. The starry sky was shining.
The teenager still clearly remembers that the teacher who only recognized himself as a half apprentice, whose surname was Yao, was found sitting on a small bamboo chair in the early morning of last autumn, facing the direction of the kiln head, and closed his eyes. .
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However, there are only a few people who are like old man Yao.
The craftsmen in the small town who have only been able to burn porcelain for generations did not dare to presume to burn the official kilns of tribute, nor to sell them to the common people privately, so they had to find another way out. Fourteen-year-old Chen Pingan was also swept out. After returning to Ni Ping Alley, he continued to guard this dilapidated old house. It was almost a bleak scene of a family disciple. Even if Chen Ping An wanted to be a prodigal, he couldn't start.
After being a lonely wild ghost wandering around for a while, the young man really couldn't find any money to earn a living. With that little savings, the young man barely filled his stomach. A few days ago, I heard about the Qilong Lane a few blocks away. , An old blacksmith named Ruan came, and he announced that he would accept seven or eight apprentices for ironing iron, and he did not pay any wages, but Chen Pingan hurried to touch him. Fortunately, I never thought that the old man just glanced at him sideways and turned him away. At that time, Chen Ping'an was wondering, is it not the strength of the iron, but the appearance of his face?
You must know that although Chen Pingan looks weak, but his strength should not be underestimated. This is the physical foundation exercised by the juvenile years of burning porcelain and drawing blanks. Besides, Chen Pingan followed the old man surnamed Yao around the town. Hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers, I have tasted the various soils around me, hard working, willing to do any dirty work, without any muddling. It's a pity that Lao Yao always disliked Chen Ping'an. He disliked that the young man had no savvy, he was elmwood and incapable. He was far inferior to the big apprentice Liu Xianyang. It is no wonder that the old man was eccentric. In just six months, Liu Xianyang’s skill is worth the level of Chen Ping’s three years of hard work.
Although he may not be able to use this skill in his life, Chen Ping'an is still as usual, closing his eyes, imagining that he has bluestone slabs and wheeled cars on hold in front of him, and begins to practice drawing blanks. Practice makes perfect.
About every quarter of an hour, the teenager would rest for a while, shaking his wrists, and repeat the cycle until he was completely exhausted. Then Chen Ping'an got up and slowly stretched his muscles and bones while walking in the courtyard. No one has ever taught Chen Ping'an about this, but he has figured it out.
The heaven and the earth were originally silent. Chen Ping'an heard a harsh sarcasm and stopped. As expected, he saw the man of his age squatting on the wall, grinning, making no secret of his contemptuous look.
This person is Chen Pingan’s old neighbor, and it is said that he is the illegitimate child of the former supervising adult. The adult was afraid of the clear stream and impeachment by the supervisor, and finally returned to the capital alone to report on his work. He handed over the child to the successor official who had personal friendship to help. Take care of it. Now the town inexplicably loses the qualification for firing the official kilns. The supervising adult who is responsible for supervising the kiln affairs for the imperial court is very difficult to protect himself when he crosses the river. Where can he take care of the illegitimate son of his official colleagues, and throw some money away, he is in a hurry Hurry to the capital to manage relations.
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The neighbor boy who has become an abandoned son unknowingly still has a good life. He takes his close maid around the town all day long, loitering around the whole year, and never worrying about money.
The walls of the loess courtyards of every house in Ni Ping Lane are very low. In fact, the neighboring teenagers can see the scene of the courtyard here without having to stand on their toes, but every time they talk to Chen Ping An, they prefer to squat on the wall.
Compared with the crude and vulgar name of Chen Ping'an, the neighbor's teenager is much more elegant, called Song Jixin, and even the maid who depended on him for her life has a gentle name, Zhigui.
The young girl was standing by the courtyard wall at this time. She had a pair of apricot eyes, timid and weak.
There was a voice over the courtyard gate, "Are you a maid for sale?"
Song Jixin was stunned, followed the voice and turned his head to look. He was a smiling young man in Jinyi standing outside the courtyard with a completely strange face.
Next to the young man in Jin Yi stood a tall old man with a fair face and a kind face. He lightly squinted his eyes and looked at the two young girls adjacent to the courtyard.
The old man's eyes swept past Chen Ping'an without stagnation, but Song Jixin and the maidservant stayed a lot, and the smile gradually grew thicker.
Song Jixin squinted and said, "Sell! Why not sell!"
The boy smiled and said, "Then you make a price."
The girl's eyes widened and her face was strange, like a young elk panicking.
Song Jixin rolled his eyes, stretched out a finger, shook it, "Ten thousand silver!"
The Jinyi boy looked as usual, nodded and said, "Okay."
Seeing that the boy didn't seem to be joking, Song Jixin quickly changed his words and said, "It's golden!"
The corners of the Jinyi boy's mouth curled up, and said, "It's making you play."
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Song Jixin's face was gloomy.
The young man in Jinyi ignored Song Jixin, shifted his gaze, and looked at Chen Ping An, "Thanks to you today, I was able to buy that carp. After I bought it back, the more I watched, the happier I thought I must tell you in person. Thanks, so I asked Grandpa Wu to take me to see you overnight."
He threw out a heavy embroidered bag and tossed it to Chen Ping An, smiling brightly and said, "This is a reward, and you and I are both clear."
Just as Chen Pingan wanted to speak, the Jinyi boy had already turned and left.
Chen Ping'an frowned.
During the day, I accidentally saw a middle-aged man walking on the street with a fish basket. He caught a golden carp with a short tail. It jumped so hard in the bamboo basket. Chen Ping’an only glanced at it and felt It was very festive, so I asked if I could buy it for ten cents. The middle-aged man was just thinking about rewarding his own five internal organs temple. Seeing that it was profitable, he just sat on the land and raised the price. The lion opened his mouth and insisted on thirty cents. Only willing to sell. Chen Pingan, who is shy in his pocket, has so much spare money, and is really reluctant to bear the golden carp, so he follows the middle-aged man, soft and hard, thinking about cutting the price to fifteen cents, even twenty cents. Just when the middle-aged people showed signs of letting go, the young man in Jinyi and the tall old man happened to pass by. Without a word, they bought the carp and the fish basket with fifty cents. Chen Ping'an could only watch them go away, helpless. .
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Staring at the back of the pair of grandparents, Song Jixin retracted his fierce eyes, jumped off the wall, seemed to remember something, and said to Chen Ping An, "Do you remember the four legs in the first month?"
Chen Ping'an nodded.
忂囧灏忚鍏ㄧ embroidery 棣栧彂
How can I not remember, it is just fresh in my memory.
According to the custom of this small town for hundreds of years, if snakes burrow into their house, it is a good sign, and the owner should never expel them. On the first day of the first month of the first month, Song Jixin was sitting on the threshold and basking in the sun. Then there was a small thing commonly known as a four-legged snake, running into the house under his nose. Song Jixin grabbed it and went into the yard. When I fell out, I never thought that the four-legged snake that had fallen to the ground would become more and more courageous. Once again, I was so angry that Song Jixin, who had never believed in ghosts, was thrown away in anger. When I arrived at the courtyard of Chen Ping'an, I never thought that Song Jixin was under his bed the next day and saw the four-legged snake curled up.
Song Jixin noticed that the girl pulled her sleeve.
The boy and her had a clear heart, and subconsciously swallowed the words that had already reached his mouth.
What he wanted to say was that the ugly four-legged snake had a bulge on its forehead recently, like a horn on the top of its head.
Song Jixin said in another sentence, "I and Zhigui may be leaving here next month."
Chen Pingan sighed, "Be careful on the road."
Song Jixin said half-truth and half-truth: "I definitely can't move some things. Don't steal things unscrupulously when there is no one in my house."
Chen Pingan shook his head.
Song Jixin laughed abruptly, and pointed Chen Ping'an with his finger, and said with a hippie smile: "It's as timid as a mouse, no wonder there are no good children in the poor, not to mention that this life is poor and humble, and you may not be able to escape in the next life."
Chen Pingan was silent.
Each returned to the house, Chen Pingan closed the door and lay on the hard wooden bed. The poor boy closed his eyes and whispered in a low voice: "Sai Sui Ping, Sui Sui safe, Sui Sui safe, Sui Sui safe..."
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