Zheng Dafeng raised his head and glanced at the sea of ​​clouds above Old Dragon City, and suddenly said: "Why aren't you wearing a skirt?"
The Yin God from the small temple slowly emerged in the courtyard, dumbfounded.
Zheng Dafeng looked away and asked with a smile: "Old Zhao, is it that you can't tell me anything I ask?"
Yin Shen shook his head and said: "I don't know any more than you about Fan Junmao. But back in the small temple, I heard a fallen foreign swordsman tell a rumor that may not be true."
Zheng Dafeng became interested and said, "Let's talk about it. Anyway, we two brothers have been doing nothing all day long..."
Yin Shen sneered and said: "It's you who have nothing to do. I'm very busy. The work of threading needles and threads is no better than fighting and killing. That's not right. You are actually very busy every day. You are busy talking about dirty things with a bunch of women in the market. A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands.
, you should actually go to Guanhu Academy."
Zheng Dafeng smiled and said: "Old Zhao, you must say less words that hurt your feelings. What a fate it is that we can work together."
Yin Shen replied, "It's just a bad fate."
Zheng Dafeng shook his head and pointed at the sea of ​​clouds, "She and I have a bad fate, but we brothers have a good fate."
When Fan Junmao entered Chenchen Pharmacy, the Yin Shen automatically dispersed. This was both etiquette and rule. So I didn't hear the conversation between the two, but it was obvious that they parted on bad terms. And the Fan family's heir apparent
The woman has advanced by leaps and bounds. From the Dongfu realm where Fan and Zheng met for the first time, to a round trip to Dali and back to Old Dragon City, when she stood at the door of the alley medicine shop, she was already in the Golden Elixir realm. This kind of realm has climbed.
The speed could no longer be explained by some unparalleled monastic genius. It was too appalling. The Yin Shen surnamed Zhao could not help but think of a certain girl who grew up in Lizhu Cave. She cultivated on the mountain and had all the enviable and amazing talents.
No match for the fluttering four words "Born to Know".
Shocked?
The Yin God sighed slightly in his heart.
Fortunately, there are only a handful of people like this in all nine continents.
Zheng Dafeng reminded: "Hey, Lao Zhao, wake up, don't be in a daze, continue talking about the foreign swordsman who died miserably in Lizhu Cave, and what did the Fu family say about this semi-immortal weapon, Yunhai."
Inside story?”
Yin Shen said: "I don't want to talk anymore, I still have things to be busy with."
Just disappear.
Zheng Dafeng looked blank, and then said angrily: "Your uncle!"
It’s in vain that I think so highly of Zhao Yao, who has the same surname as you.
The bamboo curtain was lifted, revealing the face of a young and beautiful girl. It was the little girl who liked to sit next to Zheng Dafeng and eat melon seeds. She smiled and said: "Shopkeeper, do you want to recognize me as your elder?"
Zheng Dafeng put away his old cigarette stick, stood up and rubbed his hands, then ran towards the girl, "What kind of elder do you think you are? You look so rich."
The girl blinked, "We are relatives and we are still separated, so what should we do to avoid separation?"
Zheng Dafeng made a move to put his arm around the girl's shoulders. The girl bent down, took two steps back, and smiled expectantly, "What, you want to marry me?"
Zheng Dafeng retracted his hand angrily, "We are brothers and sisters, we are brothers and sisters. Husband and wife should respect each other as guests, and they should also be separated."
The man went to lie down on the counter and looked at the graceful people in the shop. "The garden is full of spring scenery, so it can be closed."
The man suddenly laughed and said: "It is better to teach your son a skill than to give him a thousand pieces of gold. It is better to teach your son a skill than to give him a good reputation. Sisters and sisters, have you heard this old saying?"
Only the girl who had the book stolen by Zheng Dafeng could read and read, but she didn't like to talk to Zheng Dafeng. Later, the shopkeeper shamelessly borrowed the book, and after borrowing it, she didn't even plan to return it.
The drug store owner was not ashamed to cheat the store clerk with the dozens of pennies. Later, the man simply said that she had lost it. She was so angry that she picked up a broom and beat her up. The man had no choice but to say that the money for the book would be counted later together.
The monthly salary was calculated as one hundred cents. The girl gave up now. Anyway, she had read the book and kept it at home. If her parents, who have been partial to her younger brother since childhood, found out, they might even scold her for being a prodigal.
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Seeing no one responded, the man had no choice but to use his trump card, "Do you want to know the name of that boy from the Fan family who often comes to our pharmacy?"
All the women looked at the man.
Zheng Dafeng gloated: "My name is Fan Er, the second of one, two, three. This is a good name. Doesn't it match the boy's appearance?"
No one wanted to believe it, they just thought it was the shopkeeper who was deliberately playing tricks on them.
Zheng Dafeng stopped talking about Fan Er and said to himself: "Young boy Fan is learning martial arts, and he will inherit the family business as a concubine in the future. As for his sister, this little girl has a good name, with deep roots and luxuriant branches.
.The Fan family...is a bit particular."
Zheng Dafeng put his cheek against the table and looked towards the alley outside the drug store. A storm was coming.
The legitimate daughter of the Jiang family of Yunlin married into the Fu family of Lao Longcheng.
The size of the dowry will definitely exceed imagination.
I just don’t know what name the Fu family will use to start this bloody storm. In the end, one family will dominate Old Dragon City, or it may be two families.
Zheng Dafeng smiled, these smoky atmosphere are none of my business.
He glanced at a woman and thought, why don't he spend some money to buy some expensive and close-fitting dresses for them to wear? In the summer, if they sweat a little or something, they will become more curvy.
Exquisitely exposed, Zheng Dafeng laughed and wiped his saliva.
These are the magical days.
What about the Tianmen Divine General who was nailed to a pillar with a sword, what about the gleaming frost and snow armor, what about Fan Junmao who saw through the secrets of heaven... It's not too late to tell when the matter comes.
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A ray of sword energy that contains the true meaning of swordsmanship from a Jindan realm swordsman can attack the soul of a Fourth Realm martial artist with lightning speed without any warning from the opponent.
Even though Ma Zhi knew that Chen Ping'an had an excellent foundation in the three realms, he still found it unbelievable.
There should be at least a staggering movement, right?
Chen Pingan mistakenly thought that this nearly 300-year-old immortal was too merciful in this "sneak attack", so he smiled and said: "Mr. Ma, it's okay. I have suffered a lot in tempering my soul in the three realms before."
, I can still withstand the pain, as long as the sword energy will not damage the foundation of martial arts, Mr. Ma will just take action."
"Be careful." Ma Zhi nodded, thought for a moment, stretched out a hand, and twisted out three strands of sword energy from the cool shade of the natal flying sword with two fingers, and rolled them into three small balls the size of pearls, glowing with a cold green light.
, it is indeed like picking the cool shade of a tree. The old swordsman bent his fingers and flicked it three times quickly. The three cool-shade sword energy beads condensed by the sword energy made a subtle tinkling sound when they swept into Chen Ping'an's body.
The voices are aimed at the three souls of Feiguang, Shuangling and Youjing respectively.
Chen Ping'an was well prepared this time. He set up a sword furnace and stood there. Outside the door of the heart, it was like a visitor knocking on the door three times, stabbing the door of the heart with a sharp weapon. It was cold to the bone and penetrated into the soul, making people involuntarily think.
When he was about to shudder, Chen Ping'an's expression remained unchanged and he had his own way of dealing with it. The martial artist's pure true energy, which was as strong as a fire dragon, quickly wandered in from elsewhere and instantly smoothed out the three potholes where the cold sword intent was condensed.
Chen Pingan said: "Mr. Ma, come again."
The old sword cultivator looked calm. He was already muttering in his heart. Without saying a word, he put his fingers together and lightly touched the natal flying sword. This time it was no longer the divine handiwork of the sword energy condensation beads, but directly from the cool shade.
A whole strip of sword energy was peeled off, and it did not rush towards Chen Ping'an. Instead, it drifted slightly, and the chill overflowed, making the already cool Guimai courtyard suddenly turn from midsummer to spring cold season.
The sword energy was gathering momentum between the two of them.
Ma Zhi said slowly: "The embryonic light is conceived by a person's natal soul. The natal flying swords of sword cultivators in the world mostly use this place as an innate sword furnace. After the sword is completed, it will be used as a scabbard and a sword keeper."
The place. The three souls are erratic in the human body. Snakes have their own paths and rats have their own paths. The three souls are no exception. Each has its own general soul path. Previously, I used sword energy beads to knock on your heart, but it was just three small souls.
The appetizers are now the main meal, so the force will be slightly increased, and the sword intent contained in them will be much heavier, Chen Pingan, take it!"
Chen Pingan nodded subconsciously.
The moment Chen Pingan made this subtle movement, the old man twitched the corner of his mouth, and the sword energy turned into nothing. It was already powerful and rushed into Chen Pingan's body. He smiled and said: "In the future, when you confront a sword cultivator, there will be a life and death battle. Don't let it happen."
So dual-purpose..."
Pure martial artists are the most extreme people in the world. They have practiced three times for a total of nine levels, refining their body, refining their Qi and refining their spirit, from the outside to the inside, progressively, and they can continuously feed back the physical body, so their bodies are strong.
Naturally, he is more outstanding than the Qi Practitioner. In the final analysis, in the eyes of the monks on the mountain, what they pursue is not the Dao, but themselves. In fact, the life span of a martial artist is short, three hundred years old, which can be said to be the pinnacle, far less than the Qi Practitioner.
Compared with the internal and external training of a qi practitioner, the physical body of a pure martial artist is "too heavy" and will become a burden. The Tao of martial arts is too low and the martial artist is too stubborn. To torture the soul, it turns out that
Use your own strength and use that breath of pure Qi to support yourself.
The euphemistic name is, don’t borrow power from heaven and earth.
Unlike Qi practitioners, they build a bridge of immortality, which is like connecting two caves inside and outside. With the abundant spiritual energy of the big cave and heaven, they water and temper the soul of the human body and the small cave. With the same force of heaven and earth, it is naturally easier to live a long and immortal life.
At this moment, Chen Pingan felt a cramping pain in his soul, the kind that he felt when he did it himself.
It's a pity that Chen Ping'an is still the same sword furnace, motionless as a mountain.
Ma Zhi raised his eyebrows.
Although he had a lot of power in his shots, he still had the vision of the Golden Core Realm. The top flaws of a martial artist in the Four Realms would be as big as a dustpan in Ma Zhi's eyes, with water leaking everywhere and full of loopholes. So Chen Ping'an's time
To be continued...