On the bank of a mountain lake, I found a bamboo house that has been abandoned for many years. The original appearance is faintly discernible. It must have been very delicate at the beginning of the construction. Most of it was built by wealthy hermits and must be fishing.

The group of people settled here, and each had a division of labor. Chen Pingan chopped two slender old bamboo rafters, one long and one short. When he came back, Zhu Cong had already lit the bonfire. Chen Ping squatted beside the fire and slowly took the fire. Smoked bamboo poles are used to increase the toughness of the fish, otherwise the water in the water sees the light, and a little bit, the bamboo poles are broken. Chen Pingan handed the short bamboo raft to the money and asked her to follow her own.

In the bamboo house, Zhu Zheng was learning from the big man. The two men sat far away from the crowd. Zhu Xuan seemed to be showing the "God of the Immortal Book" given by the old man, and the men and women fought and sweated.

The young Taoist squats with Lu Baixiang and talks about the game. Wei Wei is still on the sidelines, still waiting for the victory and defeat.

The yellow cow was looking at the wind in the forest near the bamboo house.

On the other side of the beautiful landscape, squatting four people, left the bamboo house on the right, on the edge of the "base" of the bamboo raft, took off the boots, sat there, put a pair of snow white jade feet into the water, infatuated The sword is placed horizontally on the knees, and both hands are pressed at the ends of the scabbard, looking out into the distance, and the fresh breath of the mountains is refreshing.

Made of two long and short fishing rods, Chen Ping slammed a few times, try to see the size of the arc, and stand on the side of the cucurbits.

One large and one small master and two people came to the outside of the bamboo house. Chen Pingan began to attach the fish line hook. The money is still the same, but some details are poorly done. Chen Ping will help her re-bundle the line. Knot, fasten the hook.

Then take the money to go to the distant lake to pick up the stones, looking for a shape of aquatic fish at the bottom.

In the end, Chen Ping did not have fishing. He just let the money go fishing alone. He took the long fish into the jade of Zheng Dafeng. There were both worn and not discarded sandals and hooks. The eye-catching objects of the city, and the water-drinking sages, these slightly valuable drinks, and the yellowed phoenix leaves, are said to contain two sets of protective mountain babies born out of Taiping Mountain and Fusong, and a large number of Tongye sects repaid. Valley rain money.

It’s not a good thing to pay for the patience. It’s just that Chen Ping’s life is with him. With such a long time copying the book and practicing the word, he has some temper, and he calmly stares at the movement of the water. Drag a hundred pounds of large herring to the shore.

Chen Pingan is thinking about the fourth style of Lushan Boxing. It is named Tiandi Pile. It is a very strong boxing pile. Apart from the detailed introduction of the infuriating mode of operation, this combination of static and dynamic, the posture is really weird. Three realms, those who want to study the later generations of Lushan Boxing, stand up and practice boxing, using the palms, fists and a finger as support points, and then "walk".

Regarding this boxing piece of heaven and earth, the book is full of words, the big man who is the top of the earth, and the one who learns me, wants to teach the day to flip with my fist.

It is no wonder that the barefoot old man once read the Lushan boxing spectrum and said that the secret of this boxing is flat, except that the tone is high and nothing is good.

Chen Pingan gently patted the ground, his body was flowing and flipped, and the palm of one hand was against the bamboo raft floor.

I turned my head and saw that behind this scene, I wanted to laugh.

Chen Ping, who was standing upside down, was the free hand, pointing to the surface of the water, indicating that he was paying attention to fishing.

The money has turned over the old man, and Chen Ping has turned his hand into a fist. He used his fist to "stand on the ground" and then propped up with just one finger. His figure was slightly elevated, and the infuriating operation of this pile was carried out from beginning to end. There is no difficulty.

Chen Pingan closed his eyes, except for one finger to support the ground. In addition, the other hand clasped his fingers together in front of him. The sword that Aliang taught was 18 stops, and the bottleneck between the 12th and 13th stops. Will not break, Chen Pingan was not in a hurry, but in the old Dragon City dust medicine shop taught the money to stop 18, not long after leaving the bee tail, save money with only three or two coins to make a small tone, small Xiaoque Yue, did not think that how great, with Chen Pingan said that she has been free to run to twelve stops, which makes Chen Pingan somewhat helpless, had to continue to save money, arrogance and arrogance, down to earth.

Chen Ping’an is inevitably anxious, or worried.

If it is to save money at an amazing speed, one day, her joke-like disciple will go side by side with Master Chen Ping, and then she will go further and further, she will climb alone, overlooking world.

Disciples don't have to be as good as the teacher. This is what Chen Pingan said to Zheng Dafeng. The blue is worse than the blue, and it is the classic argument in the text of Wen Sheng's master. Chen Ping is not concerned that the money is farther away than he is. Higher, Chen Pingan has to worry that he is a preacher and a guardian who saves money. If it is to save money, one day, the road will go away, how should he be on his own? It was like the young dragon who had thrown out the dragon's gallstone in the early days of the snake gallstones, and said "If it is a shackle, a sword"? Can he do it safely? To take a step back, even if there is such a cold heart, but at that time, the cost of martial arts is high, maybe it is difficult for him to find his back, how can it be broken?

Under the leadership of the East China Sea, under the leadership of the old people of the East China Sea, I have seen thousands of people in the temple. I have seen a gentleman’s party on the temple in the past 80 years. In the past 80 years, I have been worried about the country and the people. Step by step to the turbidity of the atmosphere, the wind and bones are corroded, everyone is advertised as a gentleman, is already a gentleman, how come? As long as one person is in the doldrums, he does not ask right and wrong. The temple is filled with indignation and angry at the political enemies. Everyone comforts the "good friends and friends" and sends him a trip to the river to give him a drink and comfort. The ancient and the wolf are in the way, and the Naxilin literary world far away from the rivers and lakes, specializes in the disciples of the disciples to lead the wind, to compose political enthusiasm for the political enemy, or to capture the wind and the shadows.

Since Chen Ping’s thoughts have been opened, he has to put an end to this worst situation.

If there is no way to teach the nearest money, what can Chen Ping’s future sects say, after thousands of years, is not the second Tongyezong? Not yourself as the second cuckoo?

Reading and ceremonies, martial arts and physical strength.

This is Chen Ping’s original intention to save money.

In general, it is like walking on two legs, there is no problem, but the key is that the money is too high for the martial arts, the martial arts is too high, and one day, as long as she feels that the book is just a matter of coping with Chen Ping’s hardship Everything, once she feels reasonable and reasonable, it is too annoying and boring, she will feel that I have a boxing method, my sword is wrong at the waist, I am loyal to my heart, not cautious, not knowing how to retire, Chen Before the Ping An, in order to make the world a golden demon with a good person, he spent 50 small summer money and did not frown. In the future, he personally created a nine who only talked about the interests of the position and did not talk to me right or wrong. Wu Wufu is even the Tenth Wufu, Chen Pingan does not say that it is fifty small summer money, I am afraid that fifty or five hundred valleys of rain money will not help.

Chen Pingan, with his inverted posture, closed his eyes and thoughts, turned over and over, did not come up with the answer of the best of both worlds.

Is it really because of the "just in case" of the future, I will personally interrupt the road of martial arts that saves money today?

In the foothills of the mountain, in the face of the murderous murder of Yamazawa, who has not yet made the tragedy, Chen Pingan said, "It is difficult to see the worst results, so the truth can be said again." The killing of the matter is.

This is Chen Ping’s suggestion of “satisfaction” in the battle of Bianyi Inn. After the battle of Laolongcheng, through the female crown Huangting, I learned about the follow-up changes of the Zongshan Gate of Tongye. Some changes made by Chen Pingan, because Chen Pingan felt that it should be retired. One step, depending on the place, varies from person to person, and more in this "small step" to learn, and more pondering, or the world everywhere with "a clear heart" as an excuse, there are more than mixed dishes.

I was angry with the squid, how could I not pay for the face, suddenly touched the slightly painful cheek, but found that the right side of the cockroach turned to her eyes, and the money ran along the right line of sight, seeing Chen Ping, not far away, frowning, Not quite the same as usual.

On the right side of the cockroach, put your fingers on the cheeks with water drops and continue to look up.

The money was gently put down the fish, and he squatted to Chen Ping’s side, kneeling there, staring at Master’s brow.

Is it that Master knows what to do, and this time I began to feel distressed that 50 small summer money hit the water?

Chen Pingan opened his eyes and looked at the black charcoal face that was often smouldering and sunning. He asked, "What happened?"

I thought about it, "Master, what is your heart? Tell me about it."

Chen Ping’s wrist was slightly forced, his body shape was reversed, he returned to his normal standing position, and then he sat down cross-legged, and he was hesitant.

Things are too far, and the truth is too big.

Is it too young to save money today? Will my own words and emotions be like heavy stones, pressed against her shoulders?

Chen Pingan took off the sword and took a sip of the medicinal liquor. The breeze of the mountains and rivers gently rubbed the face, which made Chen Ping’s state of mind slightly easier.

Life is not full, and I am often worried about Chitose.

Chen Pingan had drunk the wine, smiled and raised his eyes, and laughed at himself in his heart. Is there any point of reading now?

He turned his head and smiled: "Is it related to you, do you want to hear it?"

I swallowed money and swallowed. I immediately began to reflect on myself. I did not know what to do. I already knew that it was not a matter of one or two chestnuts on my head. So I said bitterly: "Can you not listen? Wait for me. If you are older, then make a note, and Master will talk to me again?"

Chen Ping touched her little head. "I don't care about anything bad, it's some of my heart, don't worry about eating chestnuts and ears."

Without the burden of money, I immediately sat down and sat down, facing Chen Ping, who was sitting sideways. She smiled and helped the two bamboo swords in the waist to be wrong, pretending to be a model: "Master please speak! The disciples are listening." ”

Chen Pingan smiled and turned a little and sat down. The two men sat opposite each other and asked: "If one day, your swordsmanship and boxing method are better than Master, then you will encounter one thing. Master said yes. What do you think is wrong? What should I do?"

I don’t hesitate to save money: "Listen to Master’s embarrassment, you can still be jealous."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Think about it again."

The money began to scratch his head, and he frowned and said: "But I just think that Master is right, it is right, wrong, it is wrong."

Chen Pingan silently.

If you save money, you have to continue to ponder, think about it, and travel thousands of miles. Anyway, Master does not seem to be in a hurry.

The money suddenly smiled and asked: "If one day, I am still better than Master, how much better?"

Chen Pingan said: "For example, Du Lao thief in Huang Ting's mouth, Du Fu of Tong Yezong, flying up and repairing."

Chen Pingan added with a smile: "We only say that we are doing it for the time being, not about good and evil."

I sighed and opened my mouth and exclaimed: "Oh, if you are so powerful, there must be Jinshan Yinshan in the house. Will you count the money? If you count too much money, you will be afraid of being stolen by a few people." Hey, the troubles of the rich, when can I have it..."

Chen Pingan looked at the darker little girl who was getting more and more worried. She smiled dumbly and leaned forward. She patted the head of the money. "I have a sage in my hometown, and I am a master of iron swords. Looking back, there are A little bit of what he did is really good. It’s about the apprenticeship. The master does not only look at the qualifications, but depends on whether the same person is able to walk along the road, rather than looking for some talented but incompetent disciples, or Looking for some disciples who can only fight with the master, they will stand up and fight and kill."

After spending money and talking, I still didn’t speak.

Chen Pingan continued: "Go back to the earliest question. If you have a dispute with Master, what should you do? Don't just think that Master is all right, Master is not a saint, and you will make mistakes. We should be like today, you and me are right. Sit, then make clear your own right and wrong and reason, listen to the reasonable person. I will not use your identity as a master to suppress your truth. If you save money, then if it is very powerful, you can I can kill me with a punch, and I can't rely on it to do it. I don't care what I want, no matter what I say."

Money is tearful.

In fact, I don’t understand much, but she always feels that this is a very sad thing.

Especially when I was lucky enough to hear Chen Ping’s saying “kill me with a punch”, the money is going to be sad.

The money grievances turned around and sat down, secretly shed tears, not to see this nonsense Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan sat back in the same place, facing the lake, the spring breeze wrinkled, and stretched out the palm of his hand, pulling up again and again. "The truth is actually high and low, just like I used to be in the foothills of the mountain, but also the size. Master used to be called In the place of the color-clothing country, a small fox charm encountered in a broken temple, likes to read the novels of talented scholars and beautiful people, and scares people, never really hurts people, but will help shield the wind and rain. This time we met the head of Ning Yellow bulls that don’t turn back. Then, does this mean that the Yaozu attacked the Great Wall of China, we can skip the heroic sacrifice of the swordsmanship that has been going south for thousands of years, go to pity, and ask why Jianxiu is so cruel. Is there no good person among the Yaozu?"

The money is still facing back to Chen Pingan, smoking his nose and whispering: "I know that these people are right or wrong, regardless of the size."

Chen Pingqing suddenly painted the biggest circle, and the palm of one hand was higher than the top of the head. "But the master of the text, there are rumors to help the people to cast the Ding, draw the white master of the mountain map, I think they are qualified to talk about it. We are far from the truth of 'the best of heaven', but why do they have self-confessed merits and will be detained in the Xiongzhen building? Is it because of this, we feel that reason is useless? There is no good or evil between heaven and earth. Reported?"

The money turned and sat around Chen Pingan and bowed: "But some bad people are better than good people."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "So in the Nanyuan Guojing City, the old monk of Xinxiang Temple said, this world is always owed to good people."

Money whispered, "What should I do?"

Chen Pingan did not drink the small medicinal liquor in the sword. Instead, he took out a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus from the sputum. After opening it, he took a sip of wine and smiled. "About the book waiting for us to find it. ""

In the distant forest, the yellow soil squatting on the ground, thoughtful.

Although the face on the right side is indifferent, I have been listening to it.

The money wiped the tears and smiled. "Master, it didn't take long before I left the bee tail. When I cooked the rice, how did you make a mistake in your hometown?" I really want to learn."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "That is my best friend who taught me. I can edit the content at will. In my hometown, I can use it to ridicule people. When I use it to relax, I can also use it for..."

Chen Pingan took a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus and began to sing a little, sing and smiled and reached out to pay for it. "Shop 2, I read some books, recognized some words, and learned a little, I couldn’t sell a few dollars."

Hey.

It is said that she is saving money.

The money is happy and broken, and I can’t help but blurt out and say: “Stinky tofu can’t be eaten!”

Chen Pinghui smiled. "There is a fascination in the mountains. There are water ghosts in the Huze River. I was so scared that I had been away from home for many years."

Save money and add, "eat stinky tofu!"

Chen Pingan also drank the wine and went to the other place with his fingers. It wasn't coincidental. It just happened to be on the right side. It didn't matter. "Which little girl, with orchids on her body, why did she cry and face, you said poor pity ?"

I saved my money and nodded. "I can't eat stinky tofu!"

Chen Pingan smiled and pointed his finger at the height. He sang softly: "What do you do with Mr. Master? There is a small paper basket hanging on the branch."

Hey, holding a big belly and laughing, "eat stinky tofu, stinky tofu!"

On the other side of the bamboo house, Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia smiled at each other.

Zhu Conceived his eyes and smiled, shaking his head.

Lu Baixiang gently patted his knee.

On the right side of the sky, there was no anger, but instead grinned and smiled.

Wei Wei held the gang and squinted his head. I don't know when he was at the door of the bamboo house, looking at the back of the black charcoal little girl.

Two masters and apprentices, one sing and one, in the green mountains and green waters.