It skyrockets upwards, and the ferry from Nanjian Country and the cockfighting cup from Caiyi Country are among the important cargoes to be boarded."

The scholar surnamed Liu looked quite proud, nodded and said with a smile: "I don't know what's wrong with spiritual energy. I only know that the martial arts masters of Caiyi Country like to have fun with this. After pouring wine into the cup, they only need to drink wine with both hands.

With just a pinch of your fingers, the cockfighting cup can come alive, and the fight will continue until the winner is determined. As for why it is so mysterious, I have seen some records in county records from various places, saying that the five-colored clay used to make the cockfighting cup is

It is the only interesting thing in the world, and it is said that once the soil leaves the Caiyi Kingdom, its smell will change in a short time, no longer different from ordinary soil, so the cockfighting cup has become our unique porcelain.

.”

Taoist Zhang Shan was amazed and thought that if someone could monopolize the clay for the cockfighting cup, wouldn't it be possible to earn a lot of money every day and become rich overnight?

Chen Pingan believes in this statement, because Chen Pingan has a deep contact with the properties of soil due to his porcelain making. Longquan kiln workers have been kiln workers for generations, and making porcelain requires dealing with soil, so Chen Pingan has heard about many gods and ways.

For example, old man Yao once said that when the soil leaves the ground, it will be molded into a clay Bodhisattva to eat incense; or it will be burned into porcelain and sent to the emperor's home; or it will become broken bottles and jars in ordinary people's homes.

Escape from fire, be roasted by water, and be immersed in water. They all have their own roots. Each has its own fate, just like human beings.

The scholar surnamed Liu had drunk three ounces of wine, his face was red, he was slightly drunk, and he was in the best mental state. He shook his head slightly and asked with a smile: "The Taoist priest is carrying a peach wood sword. He looks like a man among the gods at first glance. Can you let me

Is this cockfighting cup 'alive'? If possible, we might as well make a bet and have some fun. What should we bet on?"

There was a strange look on this scholar's face. It was obvious that whether he drank or not, he was a completely different person, and he was somewhat of a gambler.

The scholar surnamed Chu sighed and advised softly: "Brother Liu, after drinking half a catty of wine, you should take a rest quickly."

Taoist Zhang Shan also quickly said: "A cockfighting cup can be worth a lot of money, so why waste it."

The scholar surnamed Liu drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and with a wave of his hand, he smashed the wine glass in his hand against the wall, smashing it into pieces. He laughed and said: "Since ancient times, the sages have been lonely. Only the drinkers leave their names and their names behind."

All the famous people have died, and only this thing has existed for thousands of years. It's really ridiculous. How much is a cockfighting cup worth in Caiyi's country? It's only two taels of silver. How much is a Jinshi worth? That's expensive.

Anyway, I, Liu Zhen, can’t afford it..."

The scholar surnamed Chu looked embarrassed and explained: "Brother Liu likes to talk nonsense after he is drunk. Please forgive me, Taoist priest and young master."

Chen Pingan smiled and drank silently.

Finally, Liu Zhen, who was drunk and talking a lot, was helped back by his companions, and Zhang Shan walked to the door.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the door and never got up or moved.

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In the midst of the heavy rain, a bearded swordsman walked through the heavy rain curtain, strode toward the house, and knocked on the door.

The old woman stood on the threshold and asked hoarsely: "What are you doing?"

The man shouted: "Take shelter from the rain!"

The old woman said sadly: "You are a man who speaks with a strong voice. You are not someone who needs shelter from the rain."

The man said angrily: "Why, your mansion doesn't even have a place to stay?!"

The old woman chuckled and said: "There is still some place to stay, but I am afraid that my master will not like you because of your strong temper. If you annoy the bad-tempered master, not to mention a place to stay, just a place to put a hundred

There will be enough space for seven or eight kilograms of meat."

The swordsman's beard was as hard as a spear and halberd. He pressed the handle of the sword with one hand and stared at the door with wide eyes. "What nonsense! Hurry up and open the door. The rain is so evil. How can I not hide from the rain?"

How can I go to a brothel in the future? Isn’t that just a joke to those annoying little goblins?"

The door slowly opened, and the old woman sighed softly: "It is better to die as a joke to others than to die for real."

The bearded swordsman was slightly awe-inspiring, but then he laughed loudly and said: "I have the body of a boy, and I have accumulated more than thirty years of yang energy. I am afraid of nothing! Not to mention monsters, but their ancestors."

If you hit me, you have to take the initiative to avoid me."

The rough man walked into the courtyard and frowned when he saw the screen wall.

The old woman slammed the door again.

There was a click of a stone lion outside the door, and it turned out that its head fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

But this little movement had already been covered up by the sound of heavy rain.

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Among the wealthy families in some countries in the south of Aquarius Continent, most of the women lived in exclusive boudoirs and embroidered buildings. Some noble families with harsh family traditions even demolished the stairs leading up and down, and shelved the women waiting in their boudoirs like books.

", waiting for the day of marriage.

As soon as we finally entered the courtyard, there was an embroidery building. On the second floor, the beauty was leaning. It was dark, but there was a man drawing eyebrows for a woman. The eyebrow pencil in his hand fell lightly on the woman's face. The woman was bloody and rotten, with many exposed parts.
Chapter completed!