Title: Six lines

Author:priest

A story of self-cultivation, telling the story of how a fallen sect was revived in the hands of stinky monkeys, mischievous jīngs, mean devils, two hundred and five and little miscellaneous hairs

CP is the big brother in the new year~

Things are jīng attack X bitter and mean

Content Label: Xianxia Cultivation Legend

Search keywords: Protagonist: Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:

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Editor's review:

Cheng Qian, the third son of the Cheng family, is the second in line. The cold treatment of his parents has created his cool personality. Cheng Erlang, who originally wanted to be a decent man, was sold half-sell and half-sold to the Taoist Yunyou by his parents who saw money. Since then, the protagonist was forced to embark on the path of self-cultivation. Although it is said that since ancient times, there are countless people who have attained the Tao and ascended, the masters of the fallen sects are unreliable, the disciples are nothing but incompetent, the senior brothers are still the best things, and the road to immortality can be said to be uncertain. Let's see how Cheng Qian keeps a low profile, achieves great success in cultivation, and leads the disciples to regroup.

The author's writing is gentle and contains strength, and the writing is fluent and skillful, with a style of its own. The setting is based on the background of ancient Taoist self-cultivation, and at the same time incorporates six lines, a relatively mysterious genre element. It mainly tells the counterattack story of an indifferent and forbearing teenager who embarked on the road of self-cultivation under the coincidence of chance. Through an accurate grasp of the plot, it describes the distinctive character of the protagonist and the emotional context that gradually emerges with the change of opportunities.

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Volume 1 Pengcheng Miles

☆, Chapter 1

Cheng Qianxu was ten years old, and he was too tall to keep up with the years.

As the sun approached, he carried the firewood from the gate of the courtyard into the main room. The whole bundle of firewood could not be held, so he had to run back and forth twice, and then he wiped off the hot sweat and buried himself in the fire to cook with peace of mind.

There are guests at home these few days, his father is busy with the guests, washing dishes, cooking, burning fire, chopping wood, etc., all of which fall on Cheng Qian's head, turning him into a short-legged spinning top, which can be whipped up anytime, anywhere. Weary wind.

Because he was too short, although Cheng Qian was able to get the pot stand, it was still a little inconvenient to operate the cauldron, so he found a small stool in the corner of the main room to step on.

The four legs of the stool are different in length, and the inside and outside are in and out. Cheng Qian has learned to step on the stool to cook since he was six years old. After nearly falling into the pot countless times and turning into human broth, he learned how to be different from this. The footsteps of Qi coexist peacefully and maintain a precarious balance.

One day, when he was standing on the stool and adding water to the cauldron, the eldest brother came back.

Cheng's eldest brother is already fifteen years old, and he is a big boy. He smelled of sweat and silently walked into the main room, glanced around, and then lifted the younger brother off the stool with one hand. He pushed lightly on his back, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll come, you can play."

Of course, Cheng Qian wouldn't go out to play without heart. He called out his big brother obediently, and then squatted to the side silently, pulling up the bellows.

Cheng Dalang looked down at him and said nothing, but his eyes were a little complicated.

The Cheng family had three sons, Cheng Qianxing Er, and until the night before the guest arrived, Cheng Qian was still called "Cheng Erlang".

Dalang knew that the word "Erlang" might have come to an end now, and this simple nickname, together with his second brother, was about to change his face and travel to another country.

The guest who came the day before was a Taoist priest with an ominous surname. He boldly called himself "Real Man Mu Chun", but just based on his appearance, I am afraid that this real man may not have any real skills. I saw that he kept a sparse He had a goatee, half-opened and half-closed his triangular eyes, and a pair of slender feet were exposed under his fluttering robe.

Zhen Zhen originally passed by this place during his travels and came to ask for a bowl of water to drink, but he did not expect to meet Cheng Erlang.

Cheng Erlang had just come back from outside at that time—there was an old boy at the entrance of the village who had failed for a long time. He accepted students to teach and read. The knowledge of the old boy was very sparse. don't like it, only accept real money and silver, Brother Kong Fang, and the amount is not accurate - every time spend it, will reach out to the students to ask for it.

As a human being, he is really not worthy of preaching and teaching the books of sages and sages, but there is no way, it is not easy for children in the countryside to study.

With the Cheng family's family background, there is definitely no spare money for the sons to read, but those arrogant and arrogant people also seem to have some kind of strange attraction to Cheng Erlang. .

Lao Tongsheng felt that every spit star was the product of painstaking efforts, and he refused to let people listen to it for nothing.

Cheng Erlang had no choice but to turn into a monkey and hide in the big locust tree at the entrance of Lao Tongsheng's courtyard. Every time he eavesdropped, he could hear the hot sweat on his forehead "self-cultivation and family-level peace".

Last night, Cheng Erlang was wearing such a hot sweat. Driven by his father, he brought a bowl of water to the guest, but the strange guest did not accept it. He stretched out a hand as thin as a cold branch. Using some bizarre exercises, he just gently lifted Erlang's face, and looked at the child who tried his best to imitate the "scholar's sourness".

I don't know what the real person saw from this look, anyway, after reading it, he nodded smugly, and said to the Cheng family in a serious manner: "I think this son is very qualified, and he may be able to dive into the sky in the future. , maybe there is a great fortune, not something in the pool."

When the real person said this, Dalang was also there. Dalang followed the apprentice of the shopkeeper outside. He met some people who traveled from south to north. He felt that he was a little knowledgeable. bad thing.

Dalang just wanted to scornfully refute this liar, but before he could speak, he found that his father had actually listened to this nonsense, and suddenly understood what he was in a panic.

The Cheng family was not rich at all. His mother gave birth to a younger brother a few years ago. The younger brother had a difficult birth, so that his mother had been so weak after giving birth that he could not be a child. As a result, the family lacked a strong worker who could survive, and there was an extra one who could not survive. The medicine jars that take medicine in the sky are not rich at all, and they are even more stretched for a while.

The year is not good this year, there hasn't been a drop of rain for a few months, and it looks like a great famine with no harvest. The three brothers... I'm afraid they won't be able to support them.

Da Lang knows what his parents think. He has been an apprentice for a year and a half, and in another year and a half, he will be able to make money back at home, which is the hope of the Cheng family in the future. Naturally, the parents couldn't give up, and there was only one middle Erlang left, which was completely redundant and was useless to keep.

If he succeeded, it was the grass growing on the tomb of the old Cheng family that hit the fortune. If he didn't succeed, it was nothing. Let him go with someone else, whether he was going to the rivers or lakes, or swindling and cheating.

The real person Mu Chun and the short-sighted head of the Cheng family went back and forth, and they quickly negotiated the "sale". The real person left behind a piece of silver. They had money in one hand and people in the other. , This afternoon, he will cut off the ties and set off on the road with his master.

Dalang is a few years younger than his second brother, and he usually has nothing to say when they are together. They are not very close, but the second brother has been sensible since he was a child. He never cried or made trouble, and he never caused trouble. Let the younger brother and the sick mother, only Gān lead the way and never complain.

Dalang didn't say anything, but he felt sorry for his younger brother.

But is there any way? The family is poor and can't afford to support him. Before the time when his Cheng family Dalang was established, he said nothing about big things and small things.

No matter what, it's still flesh and blood, can you sell it if you want to sell it?

The more Dalang thought about it, the more unpleasant he felt. He wanted to use a big iron spoon to slap a hole in the forehead of the old liar. Wouldn't it be more profitable to fight and rob houses?

Cheng Qian was not completely ignorant about his parents' plans and his eldest brother's frustration.

He wasn't precocious, and he couldn't compare to those prodigies who wrote poetry at the age of seven and worshipped thirteen images, but he had a lot of common sense.

Dad wakes up early in the morning and sleeps in the dark, the eldest brother wears the stars and wears the moon, and the mother sees the eldest brother and the younger brother, and she can’t let him go. Therefore, in Cheng’s house, although no one beats him and scolds him, no one takes him seriously. He is also naturally sensible, and tries not to be loud and disgusting. The most outrageous thing he has ever done in his life is to climb a tree that was born to an old boy, and listen to sage books that don't make sense.

He is conscientious and industrious, treating himself as a trotter, a small long-term worker, a small servant - just not a son.

Cheng Qian didn't know what it was like to be a son.

Children should be talkative and jump up and down, but since Cheng Qian is not a son, he naturally does not have the privilege of being talkative and naughty. There were many pitted hearts poked out of his small chest.

Cheng Qian, who had the rain on his chest and hit the beach, knew that his parents sold him, but he felt a little strangely calm in his heart, as if he had expected such a day.

Before leaving, Cheng Qian's sick and young mother fell to the ground for the first time in the world, called him to the side tremblingly, and stuffed him a small package with red eyes, which contained a few changes of clothes and pasta cakes, not to mention clothes. , still his elder brother can't change it, and the cake was made by his father day after night.

After all, it was the flesh that fell from his body. His mother looked at him and couldn't help but put her hand into her cuff and took it out. Cheng Qian saw that she was trembling and took out a hanging copper coin. The pitted and dark copper coin suddenly Gently moved Cheng Qian's indifferent heartstrings, he was like a frozen little shòu, wiggling the tip of his nose in the ice and snow, smelling a little bit of motherhood.

But the hanging money was also seen by his father, the man coughed heavily beside him, and his mother had no choice but to carry the hanging money back with tears in her eyes.