Chapter 363 Who can lend me a sword?

Chenchen Pharmacy has returned to its previous bustle.

After Zheng Dafeng punched for half an hour, he let the four people in the picture scroll take a breath first, and then continued intermittently. Zheng Dafeng always suppressed the realm to the eighth realm, but it increased little by little. From the earliest From the early stage of the Far Traveling Realm to the final peak of the Eight Immaculate Realms, Zheng Dafeng became increasingly uncomfortable in the face of Wei Xian's four more and more skilled combined attacks. The four of them still never got together to speak. Even during breaks, they still stood separately, each thinking about his own things, all without saying a word.

Pei Qian had a big heart. After dinner and copying books, she used the hiking stick under the eaves of the courtyard to show off the crazy sword skills she had learned on her own, and then went to sleep in the side room with satisfaction. , before going to bed, after saying hello to Chen Pingan at the door of the house, she went to open the green bamboo book box that Chen Pingan placed in her house, took out the multi-treasure box presented by Yao Jinzhi, and looked at this, Looking at that piece, she still had the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman on her forehead. She shook her head, with a proud face, "We are rich now." She reached out and touched the talisman on her head, feeling a little sad. , obviously knowing that selling it can buy back a big house, but he is not willing to part with it, forget it, wait until he has the second one, anyway, now he has no worries about food and clothing, so having a house is of no use, but She had thought about it. In the future, she must have a house as big as the Biyou Mansion of the Short Winter Melon Water Goddess, and it would also have such a weird screen wall, so that people would know her wealth as soon as they walked in.

On the night when a group of people checked into the shop, Yin Shen named Zhao brought back a map of Kan. He didn’t even know which mansion he got it from. He placed it neatly on the table in the main room. Above, under the light, Lu Baixiang and Zheng Dafeng asked for a small hard-pointed cone, as if setting up a marching formation, and began to carefully mark the red margin on it, where the respective "passes" of the five major surnames in Old Dragon City were dedicated to the guest. , the "force distribution" of Jindan Dixian, and then draw a straight line between the Dragon Climbing Platform and Dust Shop.

Wei Xian was also there, but Zhu Lian and Sui Zuishiu did not participate. One was reading under the eaves by the moonlight, and the other was standing in the yard quenching the pure Qi in the acupoints of the Qi Mansion.

As for Zheng Dafeng, he had already gone to sleep in the side room, snoring loudly. He made an appointment for two hours before continuing to feed him.

The feeding fist not only sharpens the martial arts cultivation of the four people and raises their realm to a higher level, but also helps the four people absorb the spirituality of the Qinghu Palace elixir as quickly as possible.

This transaction was made by Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan always stood at the table, watching Lu Baixiang, Wei Xian and Zhao Yinshen, drawing circles and pointing on the Kanyu situation maps. He rarely gave When making suggestions, at best, the two of them can't agree on a certain detail, and Chen Ping'an decides which one to choose between good and better. In fact, it is quite leisurely.

The last trip to Lotus Flower Blessed Land, "Walking on the River of Time", not only the distance was long, but also the years experienced were even longer, but even so, Chen Ping'an only dared to say that he understood a little bit. I have a sophisticated understanding of the world, and I know a little about the heights of temples and the distances of rivers and lakes. For these things, they are similar to the art of war.Chen Ping'an won't dictate the specific planning and will just leave it to the real experts. Needless to say, Wei Xian was born on the battlefield, while Lu Baixiang was a rare all-rounder in the world. He was proficient in the art of war and strategy, and was familiar with the essence of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism in Lotus Root Blessed Land, not to mention his chess, calligraphy and painting skills. Perhaps the only thing lacking in the founder of the Demon Sect is that he has just arrived in the vast world and has not yet reached the top of the mountain.

Only walking from the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain, and then to the top of the mountain, the pedestrians will become increasingly sparse on the practice road. If you get sidetracked and reach the end of a dead end road, you will watch helplessly. What if others continue to climb higher?

So Chen Pingan can understand Sui Youyou's obsession with the highest position in the martial arts realm in this life. The highest achievement in the future is expected to be the Martial God realm, which has fallen to the ninth realm. His state of mind almost collapsed, and his sword heart collapsed. Chen Pingan can understand her. Angry, but not approving. Zheng Dafeng smiled playfully and said to the four people on Sui's right, "It's just the Nine Realms, just for fun." Do you really think that the Nine Realms are just cabbage on the roadside? Zheng Dafeng is the direct disciple of Old Man Yang! The gatekeeper of Lizhu Cave Heaven also almost went crazy on the threshold of the Nine Realms.

In the battle of ruining the temple on the right side of the Sui Dynasty, it was a great opportunity for him to reach the golden realm. He was safe in his pocket. He still only had eyes for the scenery at the top, and he was down-to-earth with the pure warriors who were the most respected in the world. , step by step to reach the sky, in fact, it has gone in the opposite direction.

It’s just that Chen Pingan doesn’t think that his own reason can really convince the female sword fairy of Lotus Flower Blessed Land, but it doesn’t matter, the Chixin Sword belongs to him, Chen Pingan, and the Qinghu Palace Pill also belongs to him. Chen Ping'an has the final say whether or not to send Sui Youyou as a gift, as to when and how to send it.

No one owes her Sui Zuoyi.

Under a lamplight, a main line has been sorted out on multiple maps. There were fewer and fewer disputes in the room, so Chen Pingan walked out of the room to take a breath.

Walk through the yard and sit on the bench under the eaves opposite the main house behind you.

The layout of Chenchen Pharmacy is very similar to the Yang’s Pharmacy in his hometown. When Chen Ping’an walked towards the bench, he would think of the teacher who visited Old Man Yang for the first time and put away his umbrella. It's almost like sitting in that position.

Those who encounter unfair things in the world and think that they are unfair will find it most difficult to make peace with them.

If it were Gao Shizhen, Liu Cong and his like, they would feel that this is nothing unfair and they would just sit back and watch the excitement. Maybe they would take the opportunity to get involved and see if they can get a piece of the pie.

If you were someone like Jiang Shangzhen, you might think that this is nothing at all, and that taking a second glance would delay your practice.

Chen Ping'an couldn't hold a deep grudge against the temple-breaking siege, even if a fight resulted in heavy losses to his family and his grandma's family. Of course, if he doesn't hold a grudge, it doesn't mean Will be soft when it's time to punch.

But Jiang Shangzhen may still not understand why Chen Ping'an had murderous intentions towards Zhou Shi and Ya'er in Ouhua Blessed Land.

Even Zheng Dafeng, who is sleeping peacefully at the moment, probably doesn’t understand why Chen Ping’an wants to intervene in the chaos in Old Dragon City.

In fact, the reason is very simple. If the two sides are roughly equal, then the principles are not compatible, and each has his own way of doing things. You come and I go, each fights according to his own ability, conspires, who lives and who dies, Chen Pingan can accept it.

But Cao Qinglang’s parents, the two heads that Zhou Shi Ya’er casually threw on the ground, were dripping with blood.

And the little drugstore girl who died at the hands of the Fang family’s children.

No matter how Ding Ying and the Fang family have thousands of reasons and excuses to convince themselves and the two worlds, these three people should never suffer this disaster.

At the moment, Chen Ping'an didn't know that Qi Jingchun once drank the bad wine from Li Huai's house and told Li Er personally that only by punching the stronger one would he become a true hero.

I only know that before Ascension, A Liang once said to all of them that any truly strong person should use the freedom of the weak as a boundary.

There are thousands of joys and sorrows in the world, each with its own difficulties and blessings. There are no two identical leaves in the world, and there will never be the same river.

But there are some similarities.

Lu Tai told the poor woman with "a ghost in her heart" at Flying Eagle Castle that the world is boring, so it would be better not to come.

Chen Pingan thought about it over and over again. It’s not that the world is boring, but that there are too many people who don’t want to be reasonable.

When a good person suffers a loss, he can only comfort himself that it is a blessing to suffer a loss. He can only warn himself that he would rather offend a gentleman than a villain, while evil people do evil without knowing it, or even do evil because they know it.

Chen Ping'an was sitting on a bench, still scrutinizing every detail in the main room. Zhao's Yin Shen was familiar with the forces of Old Dragon City, so Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang were on the same side, and Yin Shen put himself in Fu's shoes. Everyone carried out "military exercises" with offensives from different angles and different strength against Chenchen Pharmacy, and Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang saw what they were doing.

Zhu Lian was reading one of his rarest erotic novels under the eaves. He bought a new book not long ago and turned it into an old book for him to read over and over again. Now he is over there again Talking about the work of conscience, the work of conscience. It turns out that the novel about gifted men and beautiful women, which was rough-printed and had fake signatures at first glance, had a long list of "good works" titles written by people in the same field on the last page, as well as three or two sentences of pertinent comments, so the old man came together again tonight. After reading the book, he said sincerely: "A good man has a safe life."

After saying this, the rickety old man turned to Chen Ping'an and said with a smile: "Master, I have offended you, I will pay attention to it in the future."< /p>

Chen Ping'an smiled and waved his hand, reminding: "Remember to keep that matter a secret from me."

Zhu Lian said guiltily: "It's an old slave who is ignorant and has been conscientious these days. I’m uneasy, how dare I reveal anything?”

Chen Ping’an stopped talking.

On the Tianque Peak ferry earlier, Chen Pingan was thinking about sending a letter to Daoxuanshan to the Stork Inn, and then asked the shopkeeper to help deliver it to the man holding the sword to see if he could send the sword. I gave the Great Wall of Qi to Miss Ning, but every time I started writing, I was embarrassed. I didn’t know how to write this letter. I hesitated until the end, so I went to find someone who could say something.Zhu Lian, who "is full of emotions in the world," never thought about Zhu Lian. He thought he was a romantic. He never thought that he was actually an old pervert in the eyes of the Sui Dynasty. Some of his suggestions gave Chen Pingan goosebumps. , or he was covered in cold sweat and had to return without success.

In the courtyard, on the right side of the Sui Dynasty, he unsheathed his sword and flicked it with his fingers.

She listened intently to the tinkling sound.

For the first time, this most unpleasant woman in the group had a smile.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Sui Youyou, aren't you pretty good like this? Why do you keep a straight face all day long? If there is a chance in the future, I will introduce Sword Immortal to you."

Words from the bottom of your heart are based on emotion and end on etiquette.

Sui sheathed his sword on his right side, turned to look at Chen Ping'an, and sneered: "The fox's tail is exposed now? What, do you want me to warm you up?"

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "I would like to go to the rooftop with you, where I can sweep away the fallen flowers with the immortals and write good poems. Master, I wonder if you are a master or an immortal?"

As soon as Chen Ping'an heard Zhu Lian's nasty flattery, he knew that things were going to be bad. As expected, Sui Youyou's face was cold and murderous. Teng Teng was probably thinking about who to kill with a sword first.

Chen Ping'an and Zhu

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Lian greased the soles of his feet almost at the same time, one rushed into the house, the other ran in The drug store in front.

Sui Youyou snorted coldly and returned to his room. Pei Qian was already asleep. He was probably used to being alone since he was a child. She was lying on the stone lion in front of the wealthy family's house. She was sleeping in a mess. Her hands and feet were spread out, and there was no room for warmth in the quilt. Sui frowned on the right side, walked over gently, and helped move the little girl's hands and feet. Padded quilt corner.

Sui lit a lamp on his right side and sat alone at the table, silent and silent, with only his sword by his side.

Chen Pingan slept in the drug store tonight, making a bed on the floor and sleeping lightly.

Zheng Dafeng often punches four people in the yard.

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of those fists flowing, whether they were light or heavy, they all rippled slightly in his heart, like knocking on a door.

It was a quiet night in the alley.

The Fu family still has some shame. Moreover, the war is imminent. Even if someone has the strength to break into the alley and provoke Zheng Dafeng, it is equivalent to a slap in the face of the Fu family. Now the Fu family in Old Dragon City His face is almost equal to that of the Yunlin Jiang family. Otherwise, Fu Qi would not have gone out in person to challenge Zheng Dafeng on the Dragon Platform.

How many immortal weapons Fu Qi can use was the top priority of the main room's previous discussion of countermeasures.

It is a strange thing for a child of the Fu family to be able to use semi-immortal weapons that are extremely difficult to control and may even backfire with their cultivation in the Golden Core realm, but over time, the outside world has acquiesced.

Chen PinganWhen he woke up early in the morning, Zheng Dafeng was squatting at the door of the main room, drinking porridge, and Pei Qian was squatting aside, whispering. I don't know when the relationship became so good.

Lu Baixiang was playing the piano in the room, which sounded like mountains and flowing water.

Wei Xian was practicing the six-step walking technique he stole from Chen Ping'an in the courtyard. Sui's right side was not much better, practicing the sword furnace setting.

Zhu Lian was relatively kind and brought Chen Pingan a large bowl of white porridge, saying that he wanted the young master to have a taste of his craftsmanship. Chen Pingan sat on a bench and drank the porridge. The sky was slightly bright. Feel refreshed.

I went to open the door of the shop in front, and the dusty medicine shop opened its doors to welcome customers. As for whether there were any customers, there were indeed some customers early in the morning.

Chen Ping'an opened the door and started practicing boxing by walking in the alley until he reached the corner of the street. Then he turned around and went back and forth. When he was punching for the third time, a man and a woman came walking Come into sight.

One of the acquaintances was not surprising, but the other woman who was not very familiar but still fresh in Chen Pingan's memory appeared somewhat unexpectedly.

The young man was Fan Er, and next to him was a young woman in a green robe. Chen Pingan had met her when two ferries passed by on the underground dragon channel. She also demonstrated her ability to control a wine pot in the air.

Fan Er saw Chen Pingan from a distance and laughed: "Chen Pingan, do you dare to fight with me, Fan Eryi of the Four Realms?"

Chen Pingan stopped at the door of the drug store and shook his head. Said: "I dare not."

"You and I are the Grand Masters of the Four Realms. Now that we meet on a narrow road, but we don't have a battle at the top, wouldn't it be a pity in the world!"

After Chen Pingan put his hand on his forehead, he had to slowly walk forward and cooperate with Fan Er to participate in the "peak showdown between the great masters".

Fortunately, Fan Er only ran out for more than ten steps when the green-robed woman grabbed her collar and threw it behind her, "Don't embarrass yourself here, go to the dragon platform to play."

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Fan Er walked obediently behind her and winked at Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan stopped and asked doubtfully: "Are you Fan Er's sister, Fan Junmao?"

Fan Junmao also had a wine bottle attached to his waist, and kept walking, sneering: "I I don’t want to have such a younger brother, but I can’t control the love between my father and my second mother.”

Fan Er was enjoying himself heartlessly.

Chen Pingan sighed in his heart, and then felt relieved. Only Fan Junmao with this kind of temperament can make Fan Er really like and respect him. If he is a virtuous and quiet lady, he still likes her, but Fan Er will not be like this. I admire his sister from the bottom of my heart.

Fan Junmao had no intention of entering the drug store. He stretched out his hand and said, "Fan Er, go and stay inside."

Fan Er screamed twice and ran in. Drug store, when he passed by Chen Ping'an, he risked his life to remind him: "My condolences."

Chen PingAn was surprised and said: "Miss Fan, you can't be..."

Before Chen Pingan could finish speaking, Fan Junmao nodded and said: "You guessed it right, it's me. Last time we met, you went south. I went north to your hometown, Lizhu Cave, and the person I met was that old man Yang. He didn't care much about Zheng Dafeng. He wanted him to fend for himself in Old Dragon City, but he was interested in you. I mentioned it more, if you are interested, you can read more."

As for Old Man Yang's attitude towards Zheng Dafeng, Zheng Dafeng didn't want to fool Chen Pingan on this matter. It was made clear that the old man had already made harsh words, telling his unqualified disciple not to reveal anything even if he died.

So Fu Nanhua’s impression of Zheng Dafeng was that of the carefree gatekeeper of Lizhu Cave.

Fan Junmao shouted: "Fan Er, throw a chair out, remember it's a chair, don't give me a bench."

Fan Er responded, really carrying a chair. The chair went to the front shop and fell out of the door.

After Fan Junmao caught it, he placed it on the wall opposite the drug store. After sitting down, she leaned back and the chair tilted up and down. She said lazily: "Zheng Dafeng may not be able to think clearly. Fu Donghai planned this matter, but Fu Qi didn't know about it. It was Fu Donghai, a fool with great ambitions and no talent, who made the decision. Fu Qi knew some of the secret history of Lizhu Cave Heaven, and was determined to win over Zheng Dafeng. Previously, he even brought a long-legged girl, her name was Fu Chunhua, here to find Zheng Dafeng. Unfortunately, Zheng Dafeng refused her kindness at that time. Even so, Fu Qi only regarded Zheng Dafeng as a river crossing. The dragon was kept in the small pond of the Fan family and was not messed with. But Fu Donghai made a big mistake, and the old aunt Jiang of Yunlin intervened, and suddenly Fu Qi could be explained and locked up. The 'misunderstanding' that the family came to deal with has become a face issue for the Jiang family. What to do now? There is a gambling battle where one person must die in order to ascend the dragon platform. Otherwise, the Fu family will marry the Jiang family, and the Jiang family will be the heel. It was a big slap on the face. What would you do if you were the ancestor of the Yunlin Jiang family? "

Chen Ping'an replied: "Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, and face is not a big deal."

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Fan Junmao may have been frightened by this answer, so he took off the wine bottle and said, "Fortunately I didn't drink just now, otherwise I would have choked to death."

Chen Pingan sat on the threshold, "Although Sun Jiashu and I have some disagreements, but I think among the big surnames like Lao Longcheng, the Sun family has the most upright business experience."

Fan Junmao took a sip of wine, looked playfully, and asked with a smile, "We, Fan. Is the family not in your eyes?"

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "If you can teach a future heir like Fan Er, the family tradition of the Fan family is definitely not bad, but there are too many people who can speak in the ancestral hall. After that, everyone must have their own little plans. As the head of the family, you have to take care of all aspects. It is difficult to... keep oneself clean, and it is even inevitable to compromise. I still understand this truth. However, in the case of Zheng Dafeng, the Fan family does. Not homely enoughthick. If, I mean if, I want to do business with the Fan family in the future, unless Fan Er personally handles it, I won't feel at ease. But when doing business with the Sun family, I feel even more at ease if Sun Jiashu himself doesn't interfere.

Fan Junmao tilted his head and said: "You are not stupid either. Why does Old Man Yang like to say that you are not smart?"

Chen Pingan laughed dumbly, "I have been away from my hometown for many years. In addition to growing taller, my brain also needs to grow, right?" ”

Fan Junmao nodded, “It’s true that I have some brains, but when it comes to big things, I’m still not smart after all. "

Chen Ping'an didn't take it seriously and went straight to the point: "Can we start talking about business? "

Fan Junmao sneered and said: "Just by looking at the list Zheng Dafeng gave me, I knew that you must have failed in refining things. A layman would not say anything, but his repayment would be as high as the sky. If I hadn't guessed That's right, the natal object you used to refine the water of the Five Elements is of high quality, right? The formula for refining the object and the alchemy cauldron are also good, right? Do you know that, apart from the inevitable failure, once it fails, it will cause serious disadvantages and be destined to have endless troubles? "

Chen Pingan's face was solemn.

Fan Junmao smiled, "I know people like you don't believe in evil. When it comes to buying and selling, I don't care whether you make a loss after buying my goods. Make money, don’t worry, a lot of natural and earthly treasures have been brought to you. I want that golden elixir from Jiaolonggou Nascent Soul Jiao! Such a rare thing with a price but no market really made me a little excited, otherwise I wouldn't have made this trip myself, Fan Er would have just come.

Fan Junmao quickly raised his head and took a sip of wine, "You are right, I just want to kill you and take advantage of the situation, and I will kill you very hard with this knife, but you, Chen Ping'an, can't you Do you want to buy it? ! "

Chen Pingan threw out the porcelain bottle containing the old Jiao Jindan, and Fan Junmao caught it.

Chen Pingan asked: "Listen to Zheng Dafeng, you If I can control the sea of ​​clouds above Old Dragon City, then if I can come up with something better, are you willing to take action to save Zheng Dafeng's life no matter whether he wins or loses on the Dragon Platform. ”

“Fan Er has something close to hand that I gave him. He should have taken it out by now. Since I am a descendant of the Fan family, I still have to be honest when doing business. They are all good things, but the price is a bit expensive, and there is nothing else that can be faulted. Even if you go to the Fu family, Fu Qi can only give you goods of similar quality. "

After Fan Junmao said this, he gently tossed the porcelain bottle in his hand and said with a smile: "Even if I break the rules and choose to take action, I estimate that there is only a 50% chance that I will survive and save Zheng Dafeng's life. It's a shameful life, not to mention I don't want to die at all. ”

Chen Pingan was about to speak.

Zheng Dafeng was already sitting on the threshold, one on the left and one on the right with Chen Pingan, becoming the two doorkeepers of Chen Pingan. Zheng Dafeng smiled

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Said: "Okay, begging her is useless. "

Fan Junmao nodded, turned his wrist, and the porcelain bottle disappeared, "That's true. "

Chen Pingan was forcibly interrupted again by Zheng Dafeng. This time Zheng Dafeng even shook his head at him, indicating not to take out that thing.

Fan Junmao's eyes lit up, "Is there really something good?! Take it out and take a look. If I think it's worth the money, it's not impossible to take action. It's not a bad thing to beat it hard and stretch your muscles." "

Zheng Dafeng stood up suddenly and said: "That's enough! Fan Junmao, is there really a slim chance of Chen Ping'an refining the natal thing?"

Obviously he wanted to change the subject and let Fan Junmao. The curiosity does not continue to spread.

Fan Junmao was a little bored. He slumped back in his chair and shook the wine bottle in his hand. "Is it really necessary to refine the natal substance? Is it a Taoist priest from the lower five realms who randomly refines a few Qi-nourishing pills? Do you know the so-called right time and place?" Is he harmonious? Or does Chen Pingan think that he is one of those lucky people who are blessed with great blessings? If a layman can find a place to refine a natal object, he can really do it in one go. If Chen Pingan succeeds, I, Fan Junmao, can do it. I will dig out my eyeballs and give them to you."

Zheng Dafeng turned to Chen Ping'an and said, "Then don't practice!"

Zheng Dafeng rarely looked so serious like this. Not much in a lifetime.

Chen Pingan could only nod, "Forget it, I know my gambling luck."

Fan Junmao stood up, "Okay, that's it, Zheng Dafeng, here we are." Fight well when the time comes, I'm watching from above, remember to die heroically."

Zheng Dafeng returned to his original shape, smiled and rubbed his hands: "Miss Fan, what color skirt did you wear on the sea of ​​clouds that day? Ah, this green robe looks good, but you have to change your outfit occasionally."

Fan Junmao is not an ordinary woman after all, he said with a smile: "Even if I stand on the dragon platform with my bare buttocks. , you can't even open your eyes. Maybe Fu Qi will stab you to death with his sword first, and then, without venting his anger, he will crush your head with his foot. Then your eyeballs will explode and fly from the dragon platform to the sky with a bang. In the sea of ​​clouds, I pinched it with two fingers, and it exploded again."

Zheng Dafeng quickly begged for mercy: "Miss Fan, can you please say a favor to me?"< /p>

Fan Junmao laughed as he walked in the alley and strode away.

When it was confirmed that Fan Junmao was gone, Zheng Dafeng said in a deep voice: "That demon pill, do you know that at the last moment, as long as you take it out, whether it is Fu Qi or Yunlin Jiang's family? People, even any great monk in the Immortal Realm, will be moved when they see it. You have a chance to exchange for a life. What can you get in exchange for Fan Junmao today! So what if she takes action? It’s only a 50% chance? , But that’s for me, Zheng Dafeng. Even if I am rescued by then, how will you and your group leave Old Dragon City?”

Chen Ping’an suddenly smiled and said: “I’ll give it to you, Zheng Dafeng?” Preacher, I'm not happy."

Zheng Dafeng rolled his eyes and sat back on the doorstep, "You think I'm willing to do this? It's something that I can't stand up to Li Er for the rest of my life."

Chen Pingan folded his sleeves and looked at the wall."But I would be happy to be a protector for Zheng Dafeng now."

Fan Junmao suddenly "sat back" on the chair and laughed, "It seems there is another one that is even more exaggerated. The demon elixir of the eleventh realm? No, the demon elixir of the twelve realm demon! It must be the golden elixir of the great demon of Tongyezhou Fuji Sect. It’s interesting!”

Zheng Dafeng’s expression changed dramatically! , staring at the woman in green robe, "I'm not kidding you, stop thinking about that demon pill!"

Fan Junmao stretched out a finger, punched lightly, and just She saw traces of mist filling the wall behind her, and finally gathered into a small cloud at her fingertips.

If she hadn’t planned it in advance, she wouldn’t have been able to hear Zheng Dafeng’s true words.

Tsk, tsk, even a guy like Zheng Dafeng is willing to share his heart with others?

Fan Junmao squinted his eyes and looked at the young man.

Fan Junmao took a sip of wine and said with a proud face, "The golden elixir of the great demon of the Twelve Realms can be divided into large, medium and small. The difficulty of the large refining is not inferior to that of refining the natal object. You, Chen Ping'an, will do it." Don't think about it, just give it to me. I'm in charge of the sea of ​​clouds above you two. In fact, the Fu family is just the housekeeper. If I'm not here, the Fu family can call on others. When I'm here, he just wants to use my fingers. Even a small cloud like this won't do."

She wiped her mouth, unable to hide the heat in her eyes, "Give me that demon pill, and I can swallow up the entire seawater on three sides of Old Dragon City. If you choose a good time for water transportation, you will have the right time, right place, and the right people. How about taking it out and I can give Zheng Dafeng half a chance to survive. Anyway, this miserable life will be lost sooner or later. I will save him once. It doesn't matter much."

Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "How about Miss Fan, what about Zhong Lian and Xiao Lian?"

Fan Junmao raised his eyebrows, "Xiao Lian? It's not difficult. It's best to drink it with wine. Who knows the effect?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "Okay, then I'll use it as a 'Zhonglian'. Thank you Miss Fan for reminding me."

Fan Junmao stood up with sharp eyes.

Zheng Dafeng stood up and said in a deep voice: "Fan Junmao! Don't forget, I have a Yin God here! If you dare to do it, I will make your realm retarded for at least a hundred years!"

Fan Junmao was pacing back and forth in the alley opposite the drug store door, his eyes fixed on the guy named Chen Ping'an.

At the end, Fan Junmao stamped her feet, stood up from the ground, and swept into the sea of ​​clouds. She was extremely irritable, yelling, waving her sleeves, grabbing the sea of ​​clouds, and smashing them into pieces.

After struggling for a long time, she straightened up and fell back, lying on the sea of ​​clouds. "Bring some small alkaline powder to make wine and drink. I will never have to worry about it in this life."

She wiped He swallowed the saliva from his mouth and began to roll on the sea of ​​clouds.

Across the alley, Zheng Dafeng wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced at Chen Pingan, who was motionless, "You are so brave!"

Chen Pingan's expression did not change, " Look at my back?"

Zheng Dafeng actually crossed the threshold to take a look, and Chen Ping'an was indeed sweating profusely...

Zheng Dafeng sat on the threshold with a smile and said with emotion: "I really didn't expect that person who was eagerly looking at the scenery outside the door. The black charcoal boy would become what he is today."

Chen Pingan took off his sword gourd and sipped the wine: "I didn't expect it myself."

I was silent for a moment. .

Chen Pingan turned his head and asked with a smile: "Is it getting better or worse?"

Zheng Dafeng thought for a while, "They should all be good."< /p>

Then Zheng Dafeng slapped himself, "You Zheng Dafeng and Pei Qian Zhulian only stayed together for one day before you learned how to flatter?"

Standing up, Zheng Dafeng muttered He walked back to the yard behind the medicine shop and called the four of them to start fighting. This time, the four people in the picture scroll felt the heavy pressure brought by Zheng Dafeng. It didn't feel like a boxing attack, but more like training with the four of them.

Fan Er ran out of the shop with a smile and sat next to Chen Pingan, "Everything is put in the house."

Chen Pingan hummed, "I probably don't know how to refine it. It’s my destiny, but I want to refine another little thing. You should go back as soon as possible. This is not a place where you can stay for a long time. Don’t cause trouble for the family.” Come to the drug store."

Chen Pingan stood up and took Fan Er to the corner of the street. There was a carriage waiting there. The driver was the old Jindan swordsman on the Osmanthus Island ferry. Ma Zhi is born in the cool shade of flying sword.

The practice of swordsmanship is in the old cave of Jiazi, a Qi practitioner. The swordsmanship in the cave has been practiced for hundreds of years and is still young.

At that time, Ma Zhi, the old sword cultivator, had a rare quarrel with Chen Ping'an. If the Fan family was willing to give up half of their family property and do their best to worship him as a golden elixir sword cultivator, they could become a Nascent Soul sword cultivator. Fixed.

Chen Pingan did not walk out of the alley, but smiled and waved to say hello to the old swordsman, and Ma Zhi also smiled and nodded.

That night, Chen Ping'an was lying on the roof, holding a jade token in his hand that he didn't often take out, and stared at it, under the moonlight, it was crystal clear.

Nowadays, the immortal Chen Pingan does not have much money, but his wealth is really not small, and this jade medal is one of Chen Pingan’s earliest family assets. Before he went out to travel to the Sui Dynasty for the first time, he had .

He did not refine the watermark.

On the road of life, there are some obstacles that you know are dangerous, and you are right to take risks personally. But there are some temptations, and you have to follow the old saying, don’t ask for anything in your life.

Chen Pingan put the jade plaque on his body, covered it gently with his hands, and closed his eyes.

The Chixin Sword has been lent to Sui Youyou, but without Sui Youyou, for Chen Pingan, the sword is still far from enough. It is a pity that the Changqi Sword has been left in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, otherwise It can be used to fight enemies.

It would be nice if someone could lend me a sword.

But there is no such beautiful thing in the world.

Until the day before the great cold season, the dusty medicine shop stillThe old clouds are calm and the wind is light, and there is not a single guest.

But there were no guests. A seemingly empty cross-continental ferry stopped at the island ferry that was isolated overseas.

Fu Qi, the Lord of the Old Dragon City, Grandma Yuan Ying, the sword cultivator of the Yunlin Jiang family, and Du Yan, a direct disciple of the Tongye Sect, actually stood side by side, waiting for someone to leave on the ferry. Down.

In the end, only an inconspicuous old man stepped off the ferry.

If the three people who originally chased and killed the Fuqi Zong demon were present, they would recognize this person's identity.

The ancestor of Zhongxing, whose surname was Du in the Tongye clan.

The old man in simple clothes slowly got off the ferry. When he saw the people on the ferry, he greeted everyone in a friendly manner and exchanged some pleasantries. There was no trace of what Jiang Shangzhen called "Tongye Sect". The violent arrogance of that old pervert.

But when the old man looked in the direction of Old Dragon City and started talking about business, everyone immediately felt that the mountains were overwhelming him, "Is he a Nine Realm martial artist?"

Fu Qi smiled bitterly: "Exactly."

The old man stretched out his thumb and wiped the corner of his mouth, "With the instruction of the Great Li Dynasty, your old Longcheng Fu family gave our Tongye Sect four ferries for the Hanging Mountain route. The courtesy is not taken lightly.”

(End of this chapter)