C8

When Chen Ping returned to the courtyard, his eyelids had been jumping, his left eye jumping for wealth, his right eye jumping for disaster.

Thus, Chen Ping sat on the doorstep and began to imagine himself pulling the chair with both hands in the air. Very soon, the young man in straw shoes entered into a state of oblivion. The youth was diligent on the one hand, this action of carrying hunger was also very important, so Chen Ping had formed the habit of creating adobe whenever he had something on his mind. The burning of porcelain was a matter of heaven's will. Before the kiln was opened, no one knew whether or not a piece of porcelain's enamel and shape fit their will, and they could only leave it to heaven. However, Old Man Yao had regarded Chen Ping as having a poor aptitude and had done more physical work in the area of mud training. Thus, Chen Ping could only carefully observe from the side and then practice the mud on his own, pulling the billet himself to look for the feeling of touch.

The sound of the door of firewood opening sounded out from the yard next door. It was Song Jufeng, who had returned from school with his servant girl, Chu Qi. The handsome youth sprinted and easily climbed up the short wall, and after squatting down, he let go of his palm, which was filled with fingernail-sized stones. Amongst them, there was a kind of bright red stone that looked like it was soaked in chicken blood, which was most pleasing to the eye. Mister Qi had already carved a seal for his disciple, Zhao Er, and Song Jianfeng felt that he was quite lucky to have it. Many times, when he wanted to trade items with that guy, that guy refused to budge.

Sung looked at it for a while and then, feeling bored, jumped off the wall and into the house.

The servant girl, Childe Gui, was standing by the wall. If she hadn't tiptoed, she would have exposed the upper half of her face. Even so, one could vaguely see that the young girl was a beauty.

She thought for a while before lightly standing on her tiptoes and looking around the poor youth. Finally, she found two rocks that she liked. One of them was scarlet and transparent, and the other was snow-white and was discarded by her young master just now.

She hesitated for a moment, lowered her voice, and timidly said, "Chen Ping, can you pick up those two stones for me? I like them quite a bit."

Chen Ping slowly raised his head, the movements in his hands had not stopped, they were still steady, his eyes signalling her to wait for a moment.

Young Gui smiled sweetly, just like the first green bud on a branch after entering spring. It was extremely beautiful.

However, the youth had already lowered his head and missed this moving scene.

The corner of her mouth curled up as her eyes overflowed with light. It was as if there was an extremely tiny living being leisurely swimming within them.

When Chen Ping stopped what he was doing and asked which two stones it was, the servant girl's expression returned to normal. As usual, it was as soft as the spring mud after a rain.

She picked up the two stones and held them tightly in her hands.

If someone was looking for it, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. It would be hard to find one in ten years.

Even if a fated person had no intentions, he was like a trash on a rotten street, easily obtainable. It all depended on his mood to not accept it.

Chen Ping smiled and asked, "Aren't you afraid that the slugs will block your door and curse for half a day?"

She didn't admit that her young master had stolen from others, but she didn't seem to have the face to deny the truth.

There was a mother and son staying in Mud Bottle Lane. During their scolding, there was no one that could compete with them in this town. Only Song Juechen could exchange pointers with them. One of the children was especially mischievous. He always carried two slugs on his back, and liked to fish and pick up stones from the creek bank. The fish he caught were all kept in a large water tank, and the stones were piled next to the tank. Every now and then, he would take a few pebbles with him, causing him to be unable to see them for a day or two. However, if a child confirmed that he was missing a treasure, his mother would not try to persuade him, even if he could scold her for an hour outside the courtyard like a little stray cat with its tail stepped on, instead, she would try to fan the flames, purposely breaking the record that Song was the illegitimate son of the previous overseer. Several times he angered her so much that his teeth itched, and he almost took the bench out of the room to dry it.

All of a sudden, a sharp voice rang out, "Song's salary is at the highest. Come quickly and catch the traitor. Your servant girl is making eye contact with Chen Ping. Clearly, they are having an affair! If you don't care about your maid, maybe she'll flip over the wall and knock on Chen Ping's door tonight! "Hurry up and get out, tsk tsk tsk tsk, Chen Ping's hands are already touching that little girl's face, you didn't see, Chen Ping's laughter is so disgusting …"

"That's nothing. I saw Chen Ping pulling and pulling on your mother last night, and after I saw her, Chen Ping used all his strength to pull his claws out of your mother's collar. This is all your mother's fault, where she is, it's just too spectacular, pitiful Chen Ping's head is covered in sweat …"

Someone from the alleyway viciously kicked at the entrance of Song Ji's salary and shouted angrily, "Song Ji's salary, come out and fight one on one! If you lose, then give me the Young Master to be my maid. Every day, feed me, make a bed, and wash my feet! If I lose, I'll give Chen Ping to your servant, what do you think? I am just asking if you dare to say it, but who would dare to say it's a cowering tortoise! "

The child knocked on the door with all his might, "Childe Gui, it's so depressing for you to follow such a cowardly young master. It's better if you run away with Liu Xianyang. Anyways, that big and silly guy looks at you as if he's going to eat you up."

The servant girl, Chu Gui, turned around and walked towards the house.

It was one of the "properties" left behind by Master Song. At first, Song Jianmin did not pay much attention to it, but later on, he found that every thunderstorm caused the gourd to buzz, but after Song Jianfeng removed the lid, no matter how he waved it, nothing slipped out. He poured water into it, filled it with sand, poured out water and sand, not a single bit more, not a single bit more. There was really no other way around it. Furthermore, he had once been scolded to the point where he became upset after being scolded by a mother who had no father. He took out his saber and hacked at the gourd, but the result left the teenager dumbfounded. The blade of the gourd had already been turned over and the gourd was still intact without a single trace left behind.

An early letter, which was burned by Songji's salary, read, "The money from the government office to move to the small courtyard will ensure that both of you will be able to eat and sleep comfortably. In your free time, you will be able to collect some of the antiques that you like to see, treating it as a part of your personality. Although the small town was small, the coarse food could nourish the stomach, the books could nourish the energy, the scenery could nourish the eyes, and the loneliness could nourish the heart. From today onwards, you shall listen to the will of the heavens and follow the will of the heavens. The hidden dragon is in the deep abyss, there will definitely be a blessing in return in the future. "

In this simple and unsophisticated town, it was difficult for one to make a big fuss even if one wanted to. After so many years, Song Zhenfeng had really fallen for the business of collecting trash. It was filled to the brim with big red lacquer boxes filled with unorthodox stuff like green gourds. This gourd was the most precious. Next was a rusty purple gold bell, and as it started to shake, one could clearly see that the hammer was striking the inner wall. It should have made a crisp sound, but it did not make any sound, causing Song Caijing's hair to stand on end, but at the same time, he was surprised. Finally, there was a simple teapot signed "Mountain Demon". As for the other items, Song's liking for them was shallow, and could not be called a love at first sight.

Not long after, the scolding stopped.

Then, Chen Ping saw the fellow suddenly push open the door of his own courtyard. With a panicked expression, he bolted the door and squatted down beside the door. He gave Chen Ping a meaningful look and wanted him to kneel down beside him as well.

Chen Ping didn't understand what was going on, but he ran over to the child's side with his back bent, squatted down, and asked softly: "Gu Jue, what are you doing? You got your mother angry again? "

The kid sniffed with all his might and lowered his voice, "Chen Ping, let me tell you, I met a weirdo just now. The white bowl in his hand was able to keep pouring water out of it. That guy just passed by our mudbottle alley, and it seemed to have stopped. Could it be that he saw me? "Oh no, oh no …"

The child's two hands gestured the size of a white bowl, then he patted his chest and sighed with emotion, "He really scared the hell out of his father."

Chen Ping asked, "You're talking about that lecturer under the scholar tree?"

The child vigorously nodded his head. "That's right. The old man's strength is only a few jin, and even I can't lift it. But that broken bowl is truly terrifying. It's extremely terrifying!"

The child suddenly grabbed onto Chen Ping's arm, "Chen Ping, I really didn't lie to you this time! I can swear that if I am lying to you, I will make Song Guan's salary suffer a miserable death! "

Chen Ping raised a finger, making a gesture of silence.

The child immediately shut up.

The sound of footsteps outside the door gradually echoed and then fell.

One thing goes down, one thing goes down.

The originally fearless child sat down on the ground and carelessly wiped his face with his hand. His face was pale. It was obvious that this slug called Gu Chao had been scared half to death.

The child suddenly asked, "Chen Ping, that guy couldn't have come to my house, right? What should I do? "

Chen Ping helplessly said, "I'll accompany you back to your house to take a look?"

The child was probably waiting for Chen Ping's words. He suddenly stood up and then sat down with a sad face, "Chen Ping, my legs are too weak to walk."

Chen Ping stood up, bent down, and grabbed the child by the collar. Carrying the child in one hand, he opened the latch with the other and walked out of the courtyard.

The child's house wasn't far from here, only a hundred steps away. Sure enough, when Ku Xing saw the old man in his courtyard, his mother actually brought a stool for him.

At that moment, the child felt as if the sky was falling down, so he chose to hide behind Chen Ping, letting the tall one go up.

Chen Ping also did not let the child down, intentionally or unintentionally protecting the child in front of him.

When the rascally Gu Jue held onto Chen Ping's sleeve, his heart was immediately filled with a heroic spirit.

The old man paid no attention to this. He sat on the bench and pondered for a moment before the white bowl in his hand vanished into thin air.

Immediately, his legs went soft again, and he hid behind Chen Ping, trembling in fear.

The old man looked at the strangely calm country woman, then looked at the youth who was frowning. Finally, he said to the timid child: "Little child, do you know what's in your water tank?"

The child shouted from behind Chen Ping, "What else? The fish, shrimp, crab, and eel that I fished out from the stream, as well as the eel that I caught in the field!" If you like it, you can take it.

The child's voice became lower and lower, clearly lacking in confidence.

The woman stroked her hair and looked at Chen Ping. With a gentle voice, she said, "Safe."

Chen Ping understood what she meant, he rubbed his head, then turned around and left.

Deep within the woman's eyes, there was a hidden sense of guilt towards this young man.

Discarding all distracting thoughts, she turned to the old man and asked, "This immortal master that came from afar, is he here to buy or to steal this opportunity?"

The old man shook his head: "Buy?" I can't afford it. Snatch? I can't take it either. "

The woman also shook her head. "It was like this in the past. It might not happen again."

When the old man who was originally at ease heard these words, it was as if he was struck by lightning. He suddenly waved his sleeves and his five fingers moved as if they were flying.

The old man sighed: "That's it!"

The woman's face was cold as she sneered, "Does Immortal Elder think that there are many good people in this town?"

The old man stood up and looked deeply at the muddleheaded child. He seemed to have made a huge decision. With a flick of his wrist, the white bowl reappeared.

The old man walked up to the big water tank, which was about half the height of a man, and quickly scooped up a bowl of water.

Although the woman pretended to be calm, her palms were actually covered in sweat.

The old man sat back down on his stool and beckoned to Gu Jue. "Kid, come and take a look."

The child looked at his mother and she nodded, her eyes full of encouragement.

As the child approached, the old man blew gently on the water in the bowl, creating ripples.

The old man laughed: "Open your mouth."

At the same time, the old man caressed the child's body and took out a locust leaf.

His two fingers twisted, but he did not actually grasp it.

The child subconsciously exclaimed.

The old man flicked his finger, and the green leaves disappeared into the child's mouth.

The child froze on the spot, then realized that there didn't seem to be anything unusual about his mouth.

The old man didn't even give him a chance to ask as he pointed at the white bowl on his palm, "Look carefully at what's inside."

With his eyes wide open, he looked towards the source of the voice. First, he saw a tiny black dot, then it gradually turned into an eye-catching black line. Finally, it gradually expanded into something like an earthen yellow loach, rolling happily in the ripples on the surface of the white bowl.

The child with a muddled head suddenly had a flash of insight and exclaimed, "I remember it! I am the one who came from Chen Ping's side … "

The woman slapped her son's face and said angrily, "Shut up!"

The old man was not surprised by this as he said indifferently: "We cultivators, for the sake of proving our immortality, are unscrupulous. This bit of competition was nothing. You don't have to be so nervous, it should be your son's. You won't be able to escape, and you won't be able to defend your son's life. "

This child, Gu Jue, weighed less than forty kilograms.

However, the weight of his "Innate Ability" was inconceivable.

Therefore, when this old man who possessed a sacred art, made an exception and used an ancestral secret technique to touch the bones to weigh the weight, he naturally carried Gu Jue.

This was the precondition for him to accept a disciple.

Otherwise, if a three year old child passed through the city while holding a gold coin, wouldn't he be courting death?

The old man calmly smiled, but his eyes were ice-cold. He said slowly: "Of course, so what if it was originally that young man? Now that this old man is personally in charge, it will no longer be his. "

The child was silenced as his teeth chattered.

The woman was relieved.

The old man put on his kind and kind face again, "Child, this bowl contains the whole river water, and now there is even a small flood dragon. From now on, you are my direct disciple. "

"This old man is a 'True Lord', just half a step away from becoming the founder of the sect. In short, in the future, you will understand the weight of the words' True Lord 'and' Sect-Opening '. "

The old man laughed, "It will only be heavier than this bowl of river water."

The child suddenly cried, "This is wrong! It's from Chen Ping! "

The woman became angry from embarrassment. She raised her arm high up and was about to teach this stupid son of hers a lesson.

The old man waved his hand, smiled, and said lightly: "Being so kind isn't all bad."

The child lowered his head and wiped away his tears and snot with the back of his hand.

The woman quietly looked at the old man.

The old man smiled in his heart and nodded.

People on the same path, everything was within words.

When the child raised his head, his mother and his Master, who had mysteriously fallen from the sky, were already smiling faintly.

The child turned around. When Chen Ping left, he did not forget to close the gate.

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The small town was like a field, catching up with the big year and the harvest time.

However, there were some people who were just a stalk of barnyard grass mixed in the middle of a grain of rice. After being glanced at by others, they no longer had a second look.

For example, the youth in the grass shoes who was walking alone in the mud alley.