Sword of Coming

When Chen Pingan was about to run out of the yard, the girl in black suddenly shouted: "Wait, I have something to tell you."

Chen Pingan pretended not to hear, when she was about to open the courtyard door, the girl raised her voice, "Chen Pingan!"

Chen Pingan had to turn around and ran back to the threshold. Her face was already a little more rosy than before, but her voice was still hoarse and said: "First, after we outsiders came to the town, although they told you before, they were physically strong. It’s better than ordinary people, but apart from that, it’s no different from you. Second, outsiders can’t kill people here. Once they violate it, no matter what the reason, they will be expelled. It’s destined to get nothing. It’s too expensive, it’s bigger than you. The third thing, you have to think clearly, we outsiders, when they are in a critical moment, even if they are fighting with empty hands, they will definitely shoot. After all, it is the most fundamental thing to live."

Chen Ping thought for a moment and asked: "Is it necessary to do things, must be quick?"

The girl in black grinned and smiled, her face was shining and her eyes were shining. It seemed to make the whole room bright. She patted the green scabbard across her knees and nodded. "Yes! It’s going to be quick, Faster, even the fastest! For example, I, Sabre also wears a sword, I will do it, whether it is pulling a knife or a sword, it is the fastest person in the world!"

She paused and suddenly changed from an impassioned distant woman to a neighbor girl who wanted to show off. She smiled and said, "Hey, do you know how many in this world?"

Chen Pingan looked blank.

The girl seems to see that the teenager is not interested. She suddenly feels boring and waved her hand: "It is best to buy the jar back, I am waiting for the medicine."

Chen Ping’s footsteps of leaving the yard this time were slower and more stable.

Not long after he left the mud bottle lane, the door that was not locked was gently pushed open, and the black girl in the house opened her eyes. She just breathed in a strange way and looked at the door. As the enemy.

The flying sword in the snow-white scabbard on the table is silent and silent, but there is a chill in the invisible, as if the current cold spring, can freeze the bones to kill.

婢女稚圭 walked to the door, like an ordinary neighbor who walked door to door. She did not cross the threshold, probed the inside of the house, looked around, and turned a blind eye to the black **** the small bed with a lap knife.

After I saw it for a long time, I was finally seen by the big living person. I was innocent and innocent: "This sister, who are you? How to sit in Chen’s peaceful bed, I have not heard that he has distant relatives."

When Ning Yao looked at the uninvited girl, she closed her eyes and did not care.

When I saw her, she was dumb and not angry. She just shook her head, grinned, and looked disgusted.

She looked at the snow-stained sword in the scabbard on the table. Her eyes were deep, hiding deep hatred and fear. There was a golden silk thread madly wandering through the pupil. The niece hesitated for a moment, still lifting one foot, preparing to cross the threshold, suddenly retracting his foot, coughing, pretending to pretend: "I came in. No, no objection, no objection, right? Also, this is Chen Ping's house, I have known him for many years... You shouldn't understand what I said? It doesn't matter, we don't have any good talk anyway, I just came here to see if there is anything missing. We are going to move away soon, and many things can be left to Chen Pingan. You don’t know, he has been very difficult in these years."

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After the female virginity walked into the house, she was calm and calm. She walked straight to the small table and sat on the stool. The corner of her eye had been spinning around the sword.

At the same time, the girl in black also took out three sheets of paper that the young Taoist left for Chen Pingan. She carefully observed and tried to figure out a little doorway. It was a pity that it was unreasonable to read it twice. It was disappointing: "These words are really written without... taste."

She clearly remembers that on the long wall of the hometown, there are 18 words on and off, all of them are engraved with swords, and each word contains the imposing manner of suppressing the demon.

In her years as a child, her greatest hobby is to stand in a stroke of those big characters and look up.

Therefore, for the town's four-character plaques, "the girl is really invisible."

My daughter-in-law turned around, quietly straight and slender waist, hands folded on my knees, about to try to make myself more like a good guy, facing the black girl, smiling and said: "Hey, girl You are too careless."

Ning Yao could not help but ask: "Who are you?"

The child was screaming and touched his chest, so he was surprised. "You will say the dialect of our side."

Ning Yao asked again: "Do you have something?"

I am a child, and I pointed my finger at the long sword on the table. "Your?"

Ning Yao frowned and said nothing.

The girl in black doesn't talk, and it doesn't matter if she is a child. She stands up and walks to the corner of the wall. She looks at the bottles and jars on the wooden frame. Those who are worthless, the prostitute looks very carefully.

When he was an apprentice in the kiln, Chen Pingguang walked all the mountains and rivers around the town. One went to the mountains to dig the earth, cut wood, and went up the mountain to run down quickly. As long as others are willing to teach him something, whether it is a shallow introduction or a difficult one to learn, Chen Ping will spend 12 points to do it. As for the extent to which he can achieve it, Chen Ping will not care, of course, he wants to control it. Just as Yao Laotou taught him to burn porcelain, he always searched and searched. He never wanted to take out the real pressure at the bottom of the box. But as long as Yao Laotou said it and made it, Chen Ping will be very serious. Later, Liu Yuyang taught him to make wooden bows, fishing rods, etc. Chen Ping also learned the same. In the next door, Song’s salary has always been harsh, saying that Chen’s habits are according to the book. It’s a matter of listening to the fate of human beings. Unfortunately, Chen Ping’s has no good life. If so, it’s better to eat and die. The jar broke.

Jiugui waved his hand and smiled brightly: "Walk away, girl, you are well wounded. If you need it, you will cry out. I am called Jiugui and live in the next courtyard."

Ning Yao has no expression.

When the prostitute left the house and walked to the yard, she said, "There is not much good-looking, because of the voice that the girl in black in the house can just hear."

Ning Yao also intentionally and unintentionally said, "This name is really tacky."

When Jiugua closed the door of the hospital, there was some force and sizzle.

Ning Yao reopened her mind.

The strange girl’s visit, Ning Yao’s heart is not wavering.

However, she really does not like this town very much, especially those who do not like to seek the opportunity to practice, intrigue, fly camp shit, said to be a fairy, but just standing on the mountain, not how high.

In the heart of the girl Ning Yao, the avenue should not be so small.

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After the sandals and teenagers walked out of the mud bottle lane, the sun was a bit dazzling, and the right hand was extended to cover the forehead, and a breath was exhaled.

Then he started jogging and his footsteps were light. Even if he had worn the street many times, he was still not exhausted. After all, for the teenager who used to go down the mountain, this distance is really worthless. It is really worthy. The hard thing is to burn charcoal on the mountain. A dragon kiln needs to use two or three thousand kilograms of charcoal every year. Especially in the rainy days, living in the mountains to cut wood and burn charcoal is really a crime. The boy almost died in a In the charcoal kiln that collapsed during construction. The things that teenagers have done in these years are almost all physical and skillful. But after getting started, they simply rely on strength to eat, so the teenager’s seemingly thin and weak, just an illusion, has an inner experience after a thousand trials. Fine.

Chen Pingan stopped at a cross alley, leaning against the wall, crouching down, holding a fist in one hand and fastening the sandals in one hand.

At this moment, the boy’s heart is like water.

Just some miss the only friend in the town.

The guy once had a mysterious secret and Chen Ping’s show off, saying that his grandfather had told a story. When his grandfather was a child, he saw someone standing on the bank of the river. He just trodded a few steps and jumped over the whole stream. Later, Liu Yuyang and Chen Pingan went to try their own way and picked the narrowest section of the river. The two men retreated and ran at the same time. At the same time, they jumped. After Liu Yueyang, who was a few years older than Chen Ping, he quickly exhausted and then exhausted. I found a black shadow on the top of my head, squatting, moving on, and finally falling far away.

After that, Liu Yuyang never mentioned any step of the fairy across the stream.

After that, Liu Yuyang knew that Chen Pinghui would often go to the stream by himself, run, jump, vacate, leap and fall.

The teenager is closer to the other side than once, and he is not tired.

Once I couldn’t help but sneak away from the distance, when Liu Yuyang saw the shocking scene, I felt that the dark boy at that time seemed to be different from the stupid idiot.

When the boy leapt into the stream, it was like a snake eagle that often hovered in the small town sky.