Sword of Coming

Chenchen Pharmacy has returned to its previous bustle.

After Zheng Dafeng fed his fists 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 early stage of the Far Traveling realm, to At the final peak of the Eight Realms, Zheng Dafeng became increasingly uncomfortable with Wei Xian's increasingly skillful 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 play with the crazy sword skills she had learned. Then she was satisfied and went to sleep in the side room. Before going to bed, she stood at the door of the house. After saying hello to Chen Pingan, she went to open the green bamboo bookcase that Chen Pingan put in her room, took out the treasure box presented by Yao Jinzhi, and looked at this and that one. Still holding the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman that truly belonged to her, she shook her head with pride, "Now we have money." She reached out and touched the talisman on her head, feeling a little sad, knowing that selling it would save her money. She bought back a big house, but she was reluctant to part with it. Forget it, wait until she gets the second one. Anyway, now she has no worries about food and clothing, so having a house is of no use. But she has thought about it. There must be a house as big as the Biyou Mansion of the Short Winter Melon Water Goddess, and it must also have such a weird screen wall, so that people will know her wealth as soon as they enter the door.

On the night when a group of people moved into the shop, the Yin Shen named Zhao brought back a map of Kan. He didn’t know which mansion he got it from. He placed it neatly on the table in the main room. Under the light, Lu Bai Xiang asked Zheng Dafeng 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 located, and the "passes" dedicated to Keqing and Jindan Dixian. Troop Distribution" and then draw a straight line between the Dragon Climbing Platform and the Dust Shop.

Wei Xian was also there, but Zhu Lian and Sui Zuishi 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 Qifu acupoints.

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.

Chen Ping'an made the profit from this transaction.

Chen Ping'an 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 suggestions, at most two people When Yi Yinshen couldn't decide on a certain detail, Chen Pingan was left to decide which one to choose between good and better. In fact, it was quite leisurely.

The last trip to the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, "walking along the long river of time," was not only a long journey, but also an even longer one. But even so, Chen Ping'an only dared to say that he knew a little about the ways of the world and the heights of temples. Away from Jianghu, Chen Ping'an would not give any advice on these specific plans that were similar to the art of war. He would 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. The founder of the demon sect may be lacking in the only thing he has now is that he has just arrived in the vast world and has not yet stood on the top of the mountain.

It's just that walking from the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain, and then to the top of the mountain, the pedestrians are getting sparse and sparse on the spiritual path. What if we get sidetracked and reach the end of a dead end road and watch others continue to climb higher? ?

Therefore, Chen Pingan was obsessed with Sui Youyou about the highest position in the martial arts realm in this life. The highest achievement in the future was expected to be the Martial God realm, which fell to the ninth realm. His state of mind almost collapsed, and his sword heart collapsed. Chen Pingan could understand her anger, but he did not agree with it. 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, he reached the golden realm. It was a great opportunity for him. He was safe in his pocket. He still only had the highest scenery in his eyes. He was a pure martial artist in the world. He was down-to-earth and climbed to the sky step by step. In fact, Already gone in the opposite direction.

It's just that Chen Pingan doesn't think that his reason can really convince the female sword fairy of Lotus Flower Blessed Land. But it doesn't matter. The Infatuated Heart Sword belongs to Chen Pingan, and the pill from Qinghu Palace also belongs to him. Whether to send it to Sui Youyou or not, when Chen Ping'an has the final say on how to send it.

No one owed her Sui Youyou.

Under a lamp, a main line has been sorted out on multiple Kantu 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 Family 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. He put away his umbrella and sat on that bench. 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. They might even 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 another look would delay your practice.

When Chen Ping'an was involved in the siege of the temple, even if a fight resulted in heavy losses to his family and his grandma's family, he still couldn't hold a deep grudge. Of course, if he didn't hold a grudge, it didn't mean he would be soft-handed when it was 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 soundly at this 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 evenly matched, then they have different paths and each has his own reasons for doing things. You come and I go, each fights according to his own ability, conspires, who lives and who dies, Chen Ping'an 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 a true hero would be the one who punches the stronger one.

All I know is 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 is no identical river.

But there are some similarities.

Lu Tai told the poor woman with "a ghost in her heart" at Feiying Castle that the world was boring, so it was better not to come.

Chen Pingan thought about it over and over again. It wasn't that the world was boring, but that there were too many people who didn't want to be reasonable.

When a good person suffers a loss, he can only comfort himself that the loss is a blessing, and he can only warn himself that he would rather offend a gentleman than a villain, while a bad person does evil without knowing it, or even does evil because he knows it.

Chen Ping'an was sitting on the bench, still deliberating every detail in the main room. The Zhao family's Yin Shen was familiar with the forces of Old Dragon City, so Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang were on one side, and the Yin Shen put themselves in the Fu family's position against Chenchen Pharmacy. Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang used their offensive "strength" from different angles and different strength to show off their tricks.

Zhu Lian was reading one of his rarest erotic novels under the eaves. He bought a new book not long ago and read it over and over again to become an old book. Now he was talking about the work of conscience, conscience. What a masterpiece. It turns out that the novel about gifted men and beautiful women, which was rough-printed and had a fake signature at first glance, actually 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 that made the finishing point, so the old man came together again tonight. He read the book and said sincerely: "A good man has a peaceful life."

Having said this, the rickety old man turned to Chen Ping'an and said with a smile: "Master, I offended you. I will pay attention to it in the future."

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

Zhu Lian said guiltily: "It's an old servant who has little knowledge and has been uneasy with his conscience these days. How dare he reveal anything."

Chen Pingan stopped talking.

Previously on the Tianque Peak ferry, Chen Pingan was thinking about sending a letter to Daixuanshan to the Stork Inn, and then asked the shopkeeper to help deliver it to the man holding the sword, and see if he could send it to the Great Wall of Sword Qi to give to Miss Ning. It's just that every time I start writing, I feel embarrassed. I don't know how to write this letter. I hesitated until the end, so I went to find Zhu Lian, who could say "the world's emotions are moving." However, I never thought about this guy Zhu Lian. I thought he was a The romantic type never thought that he was really the old pervert in Sui Youyou's eyes. He gave Chen Ping'an goosebumps or broke into a cold sweat after giving him some suggestions, so he had no choice but 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 to the tinkling sound.

The most unpleasant woman in the group now had a smile for the first time.

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 help you warm your bed?"

Chen Ping'an laughed and said, "Don't, I'm timid."

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

Chen Ping'an knew that things were going to be bad as soon as he heard the dirty flattery of Zhu Lian, the old bastard. As expected, Sui Sui's face turned cold and murderous, probably because he was thinking about who to kill with a sword first.

Chen Ping'an and Zhu Lian greased the soles of their feet almost at the same time, one ran into the house and the other ran into the medicine shop 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. No one cared about him no matter how hard he worked. He was always being beaten to death, or lying in front of the door of a wealthy family's house. On the stone lion, she was really sleeping in a mess, with her arms and legs spread out, and there was nowhere to keep the warmth in the bed. Sui frowned on the right side, walked over gently, helped move the little girl's arms and legs, and padded the corners of the quilt.

Sui lit a lamp on his right side and sat alone at the table, silent and silent, except for his sword.

Chen Ping'an slept in the medicine shop tonight, making a bed on the floor and sleeping lightly.

Zheng Dafeng often punched 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 on this side of the alley.

The Fu family still has some shame. Moreover, the war is about to begin. Even if someone has the strength to break into the alley and provoke Zheng Dafeng, it will be equivalent to a slap in the face of the Fu family. Now, the face of the Fu family in Old Dragon City is almost equal to that of Yun Lin. Mr. Jiang’s face. Otherwise, Fu Qi would not have gone out in person to challenge Zheng Dafeng on the Denglong Platform.

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

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

Chen Pingan woke up early in the morning. Zheng Dafeng was squatting at the door of the main room, drinking porridge. 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 in the courtyard practicing the six-step walking technique that he had stolen from Chen Ping'an. Sui's right side was not much better, practicing the sword furnace standing position.

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 and he felt refreshed.

I went to open the door of the shop in front, and Chenchen Pharmacy 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 walked in the alley to practice boxing 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 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. When two ferries passed by on the underground dragon channel, Chen Pingan met her, and she even shook her hand to steer the ship in the air. The skill of the hip flask.

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

Chen Pingan stopped at the door of the drug store, shook his head and said, "I don't dare."

"You and I are the Grand Masters of the Four Realms. Since 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?"

Fan Er started with a flurry of punches that killed the old master's bastard punch. He was babbling and rushed towards Chen Ping'an with his teeth and claws bared.

After Chen Pingan put his hand on his forehead, he had no choice but to walk forward slowly, and cooperated with Fan Er to participate in the "peak showdown between the great masters".

Fortunately, Fan Er had only run out a dozen steps when the green-robed woman reached out to grab her by the collar and threw him behind her. "Don't be embarrassed here. If you want to go to the dragon platform, go to the dragon platform."

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 held the wine bottle at his waist, kept walking, and sneered: "I don't want to have such a brother, but I can't control the love between my father and my second mother."

Fan Er was enjoying himself heartlessly.

Chen Ping'an sighed in his heart, and then felt relieved. Only Fan Junmao with this kind of temperament can make Fan Er truly like and respect her. If she is a virtuous and quiet lady, she still likes her, but Fan Er will not admire his sister so wholeheartedly.

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

Fan Er screamed twice and ran into the drug store. When he passed by Chen Ping'an, he risked his life to remind him: "My condolences."

Chen Ping'an said in surprise: "Miss Fan, could you be..."

Before Chen Pingan could finish his words, Fan Junmao nodded and said, "You guessed it right, it's me. Last time we met, you went south and I went north, to your hometown, Lizhu Cave, and the person I met was that old man Yang. . He doesn’t care much about Zheng Dafeng, and wants him to fend for himself in Old Dragon City, but he specifically mentioned it to you. If you want me to be interested, you can take a look."

Regarding Old Man Yang's attitude towards Zheng Dafeng, Zheng Dafeng did not want to fool Chen Ping'an on this matter. He made it clear last night. The old man had already made harsh words and asked his unqualified disciple not to leak it even if he died. Half a foot.

Therefore, Fu Nanhua's entire 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, actually carried a chair to the front shop, and threw it 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 figure it out clearly. Fu Donghai is planning this. Fu Qi didn't know it. It was Fu Donghai, a fool with great ambitions but no talent at all, who was the one who made the decision. Fu Qi knew some of the secret history of Lizhu Cave and was determined to win over Zheng Dafeng. He even brought a big man with him on a special trip before. The long-legged girl, who seems to be called Fu Chunhua, came here to find Zheng Dafeng. Unfortunately, Zheng Dafeng refused her kindness at that time. Even so, Fu Qi only thought that Zheng Dafeng was a dragon crossing the river, raised in the Fan family. As long as there was no provocation in the small pond, Fu Donghai made a big mistake. Yunlin Jiang's old lady aunt intervened again, and suddenly the 'misunderstanding' that Fu Qi could have explained and dealt with behind closed doors was revealed. , has become a face issue for the Jiang family. What to do now? There is a gambling battle where one person must die to climb the dragon platform. Otherwise, the Fu family's front foot will marry the Jiang family, and the back foot will slap the Jiang family in 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. Face is not as important as truth."

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 Ping'an sat on the threshold, "Although Sun Jiashu and I have some disagreements, I think among the big surnames like Lao Longcheng, the Sun family's business experience is the most upright."

Fan Junmao took a sip of wine, looked playfully in his eyes, and asked with a smile: "Don't you like our Fan family?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "If you can teach a future heir like Fan Er, the Fan family's family tradition will definitely be good. It's just that the ancestral hall can speak to more people. After there are more people, everyone will definitely have their own little calculations. As the head of the family, he must To take care of all aspects, it is difficult... to be self-sufficient, and it is even inevitable to compromise. I still understand this truth. But in the case of Zheng Dafeng, the Fan family is indeed not kind-hearted enough. If, I mean if, I want to do it in the future When doing business with the Fan family, I won't feel at ease unless Fan Er personally handles it, 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 tutted: "You are not stupid either. Why does Old Man Yang like to say that you are not smart?"

Chen Pingan burst into laughter, "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 you have some brains, but when it comes to big things, you are still too unsmart 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 know that you must have failed in refining things. A layman would not tell you, but you are more willing to fight back than the sky. If I am not wrong, you can refine the water of the Five Elements." The quality of that natal object is not low, right? The formula for refining the object and the alchemy cauldron are also good, right? Then do you know that in addition to the inevitable failure, once it fails, it will have many 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 business, I don't care whether you make a loss or a profit after buying my goods. Don't worry, I have brought you a lot of treasures. I want That golden elixir from the Jiaolonggou Yuanying Old Jiao! Such a rare thing that has a price but no market really makes me a little excited, otherwise I wouldn’t have made this trip myself, Fan Er will 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 Chen Pingan, can you not buy it?!"

Chen Ping'an threw out the porcelain bottle containing Laojiao Jindan, and Fan Junmao caught it.

Chen Ping'an asked: "I heard from Zheng Dafeng that you can control the sea of ​​clouds above Old Dragon City, so if I can come up with something better, are you willing to take action? No matter whether you win or lose on the Dragon Platform, you will be able to control it." Save Zheng Dafeng’s life.”

"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. The things are all good, but they are expensive. If you can't find any faults with it, 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 die and save Zheng Dafeng's life, which is not worth dying for. Besides, I don’t want to at all.”

Chen Pingan was about to speak.

Zheng Dafeng was already sitting on the threshold, and Chen Ping'an and Chen Ping'an became the two doorkeepers of Chen Ping'an. Zheng Dafeng smiled and said, "Okay, there's no point begging her."

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

Chen Ping'an was forcibly interrupted again by Zheng Dafeng. This time Zheng Dafeng even shook his head at him and signaled 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 hit it hard and stretch your muscles."

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

Obviously he wanted to change the topic so that Fan Junmao's curiosity would not continue to spread.

Fan Junmao was a little bored. He slumped back in his chair and shook the wine bottle in his hand. "If you really want to refine the natal substance, should a Taoist priest from the lower five realms randomly refine a few Qi-nourishing pills? Do you know the so-called good time, place and people? Or is he Chen Chen Pingan feels that he is one of the lucky ones who is blessed with great blessings. A layman can find a place to refine a natal object at random. Can he really refine it in one go? If you, Chen Pingan, become it, I, Fan Junmao, will dig out my eyeballs and give them to you. .”

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

Zheng Dafeng rarely looked so serious, not many times in his life.

Chen Ping'an could only nod, "Forget it, I know my gambling luck."

Fan Junmao stood up and said, "Okay, that's it. Zheng Dafeng, fight hard 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 and said: "Miss Fan, what color skirt did you wear that day on the sea of ​​clouds? This green robe looks good, but occasionally you have to change your outfit."

Fan Junmao was not an ordinary woman after all, and he said with a smile: "Even if I stand naked on the dragon platform, you won't be able to open your eyes. Maybe Fu Qi will stab you to death with a sword first, and then, without venting his anger, he will I'll crush your head with my foot, and then the eyeballs will explode. With a bang, it will fly from the dragon platform into the sea of ​​clouds. I will pinch it between two fingers, and with a bang, it will explode again."

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

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

After he was sure 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, someone from the Yunlin Jiang family, or even anyone A great monk in the Immortal Realm, your heart will be moved when you 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? There is only a 50% chance, but that is for me, Zheng As far as Dafeng is concerned, even if I am rescued by then, how will you and your group leave Old Dragon City?"

Chen Ping'an suddenly laughed and said, "I won't be happy to be your preacher, Zheng Dafeng."

Zheng Dafeng rolled his eyes and sat back on the threshold, "Do you think I am willing? This is something that will make me unable to hold my head high with 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 the protector of Zheng Dafeng now."

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

Zheng Dafeng's expression changed drastically, and he stared at the woman in green robe, "I'm not kidding you, please stop thinking about that demon pill!"

Fan Junmao stretched out a finger and punched it gently. She saw wisps 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.

Gee, even a guy like Zheng Dafeng is willing to reveal his heart to 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 three refinements: large, medium and small. The difficulty of the major refining is as good as refining the natural thing. Chen Ping'an, don't even think about it. Just give it to me." , I am in charge of the sea of ​​clouds above you two. In fact, the Fu family is just like a housekeeper. If I am not here, the Fu family can call some people. When I am here, he just wants to use this little cloud on my finger. Will not work."

She wiped her mouth, unable to hide the burning heat in her eyes, "Give me that demon pill, and I can swallow up the water transport of the entire three sides of Old Dragon City. If you choose a good time, you will have the right time, right place, and the right people. Why? In this way, if I take it out, I can have half a chance to save Zheng Dafeng's life. Anyway, this miserable life will be lost sooner or later. It doesn't matter if I save him once."

Chen Pingan smiled and asked: "I dare to ask Miss Fan, what about the middle and small refinements?"

Fan Junmao raised his eyebrows, "It's not difficult to do a little practice, and it's most suitable to make it into wine and drink it. As for the effect, whoever drinks it will know!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "Okay, then I will bring it to the '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 take action, 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 and 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 Xiaolian and make some wine to drink. You won't have to worry about anything in this life."

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

On the other side of the alley, Zheng Dafeng wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced at Chen Pingan, who was motionless, "You are so courageous!"

Chen Ping'an's expression remained unchanged, "Look at my back?"

Zheng Dafeng actually crossed the threshold and took a look. As expected, Chen Pingan was sweating profusely...

Zheng Dafeng sat on the threshold with a smile and said with emotion: "I never thought that the charcoal boy who looked eagerly at the scenery outside the door would become what he is today."

Chen Pingan took off the sword-raising gourd and sipped the wine: "I didn't even think of it myself."

There was a moment of silence.

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."

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

Standing up, Zheng Dafeng muttered and walked back to the yard behind the medicine shop. He called the four of them and started to fight. This time, the four people in the picture scroll felt the heavy pressure brought by Zheng Dafeng. It didn't feel like he was giving them punches, but rather he was attacking them. The meaning of four practices.

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

Chen Ping'an hummed, "I probably don't know how to refine the natal item, but I want to refine another small thing. You should go back early, this is not a place to stay for a long time, and don't cause trouble for the family."

Fan Er didn't hesitate, "I'll look for another opportunity later and come to the drug store."

Chen Ping'an 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 Guihua Island ferry, Ma Zhi, who was born to Feijian Liangyin.

As for the practice of swordsmanship, Qi practitioner Jiazi Laodongfu, a hundred years old caveman swordsmanship 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 spend 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.

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

That night, Chen Ping'an lay on the roof, holding a jade plaque in his hand that he didn't often take out, and stared blankly at the moonlight, which was crystal clear.

Nowadays, Immortal Chen Ping'an doesn't have much money, but he really has a lot of wealth, and this jade medal is one of Chen Ping'an's earliest family assets. It was there before he went out to travel to the Sui Dynasty for the first time.

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 yourself. But there are some temptations, and you have to follow the old saying, don't ask for anything in your life.

Chen Ping'an put the jade plaque on his body, gently covered it 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 face the enemy.

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 cold weather, the dusty medicine shop was still calm and there was not a single customer.

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

Fu Qi, the lord of the old Dragon City, the Yunlin sword cultivator Yuanying's nun, and Du Yan, the direct disciple of the Tongye Sect, actually stood side by side, waiting for someone to get off the ferry.

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

If the three people who originally chased and killed the Great Demon of Fuqi Sect had been present, they would have recognized 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 the violent arrogance that Jiang Shangzhen called "that old pervert of Tongye Sect". .

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

Fu Qi smiled bitterly and said, "Exactly."

The old man stretched out his thumb and wiped the corner of his mouth, "With the permission of the Great Li Dynasty, your old Longcheng Fu family has given our Tongye Sect four ferries for the Hanging Mountain route. This is not a small gift."