When Chen Ping'an woke up, it was already the beginning of the moon. Maybe he had his sword hanging, but the shopkeeper didn't dare to chase people away. He pinched his nose and allowed such a ranger to stand in the manhole and not shit, so Chen Ping'an gave him a lot of money.
With some money, a windfall came from the sky, and the old shopkeeper was very happy. Chen Pingan slowly walked back to Zhuangyuan Lane. The business of the brothel was deserted, and the bored and beautiful women were lying lazily on the railings. Chen Pingan
I looked up and found that these women were wearing much lighter makeup and makeup, but they seemed to look better than the heavy makeup they used to wear.
Along the way, there were many women chatting and teasing upstairs. One woman threw an embroidered handkerchief directly to Chen Ping'an and shouted, "Young handsome man, come up and sit down. I'll invite you to drink tea. Sit on my lap."
The brothel where she was and the women who lived nearby immediately started to make noises and made obscene remarks. Chen Pingan easily dodged the piece of embroidered handkerchief. He just looked back at the embroidered handkerchief that fell on the ground, went back to pick it up, rolled it into a ball and threw it gently.
Return it to the woman. The women in the brothel on the street were silent at first, and then burst into laughter.
Chen Pingan felt calm and walked back to the alley. At the corner of the alley, there stood a man and a woman in ordinary street clothes. They were not old, less than thirty years old, but their breathing was long and calm. In this world of Lotus Root Flower Blessed Land,
, should be young masters with good talent and good playing skills. Of course, compared to geniuses like Smiley Face, Hairpin Flower Lang Zhou Shi, there is still a big gap.
The two self-registered as spies in the capital under the direct command of the National Master Zhongqiu. The man handed Chen Ping'an two packages, containing stolen books they collected from a nearby bookshop, as well as some stolen books from the Yamen of the Ministry of Industry.
After selecting a book about bridge construction, the woman handed Chen Pingan a secret file about the scholar surnamed Jiang and the pipa girl.
Chen Pingan found that both men and women were very unstable when handing over something to them, both in their moods and in their hands.
Chen Pingan smiled at them, thanked them and walked towards Cao Qinglang's house.
Kill Pink Vajra Ma Xuan and Pipa Girl in the street, then almost kill Lu Fang of Bird's Eye View Peak, defeat National Master Zhong Qiu, and finally kill Ding Ying, Supreme Leader of Demon Cult.
For these spies from the Nanyuan Kingdom who wandered around the court and the rivers and lakes, just like the old general Lu Xiao who was on top of the city at that time and saw the battle between Yu Zhenyi and the female crown Huang Ting, they could not help but sigh.
"A true god." In this world, Chen Ping'an is even better than Ding Ying when he was at his peak.
When Chen Ping'an slowly walked to the courtyard door and pushed in, the young woman took a deep breath. It turned out that she had been holding her breath and dared not breathe. She whispered softly: "So you are really so young."
The man was a little helpless and said nothing.
She smiled and said: "She looks so good-looking."
After I finished speaking, I felt a little ashamed.
At this moment, the man suddenly exited the yard, leaned back, extended his thumb to the woman, and said with a smile: "Good vision."
The woman was dumbfounded, and even the stern man was caught off guard.
When the door closed softly, the woman suddenly covered her face and stamped her feet fiercely.
The man sighed. In fact, she is not usually this crazy. She has been a spy for seven years and is good at hiding. She has always been meticulous and steady. She has made many contributions to the Nanyuan court. Even Master Zhong has favored her. This time
The two men were responsible for tracking Tang Tieyi, the Northern Jin Dynasty General Longwu, which showed Zhongqiu's trust.
In the yard, Cao Qinglang and the unknown little girl were sitting on a small bench. The two peers were not chatting. The little girl was eating melon seeds. She must have asked for them from Cao Qinglang. The melon seed shells were casually thrown on the floor.
After Chen Pingan, she was a little panicked. Chen Pingan glanced at the ground. She immediately put the melon seeds in her hand into her pocket and packed them away.
After Chen Pingan greeted Cao Qinglang, he went to the house, lit the oil lamp, and opened two packages. The books sold by the little girl at a low price were all intact and stacked on the table again. The books from the Ministry of Industry and Yamen were placed in another place.
On one side, there are two small mountains of books, one on the left and one on the right, like door gods guarding them. Chen Pingan opened the secret file, which recorded in detail the past of the scholar surnamed Jiang and Concubine Pipa.
Chen Pingan put the envelope back and tucked it into a book.
Chen Pingan began to review this inexplicable chess game.
This time we entered the Ouhua Blessed Land, although there were many dangers, we gained a lot.
Not only did he successfully break through the bottleneck of the four realms in his battle with the great martial arts master Zhong Qiu, but in the second fight, Zhong Qiu also lowered his status and took the initiative to feed himself with fists to help him stabilize the realm of the five realms. Although Zhong Qiu also had his own considerations.
Among them, it was speculated that Ding Ying and Yu Zhenyi would most likely join forces to plan the plan and not let them succeed. However, no matter what, Chen Ping'an admired Zhong Qiu for his master's demeanor, martial arts prowess, and character.
Afterwards, the battle with Ding Ying was hearty and full of twists and turns. For the first time, Chen Ping'an really held the sword to face the enemy. As expected, a pure martial artist still has to hone his body on the line of life and death. Even though Chen Ping'an didn't know the five realms of other warriors in the world, he still
He recognized the five realms and played pretty well.
This is the foundation of his life. No matter how obsessed with money Chen Ping'an is, he will never change it for ten thousand dollars.
Taking a step back, even if the Changsheng Bridge still cannot be built during this trip to the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, it is still a worthwhile trip. Compared with the previous trip, Chen Pingan hoped to try his luck at the ancient battlefield site or the Wushengren Temple and strive to be among the five realms.
, the results have been much better.
However, even though the situation is promising, there is also danger hidden in it.
The problem lies in the fact that Ding Ying's Yin God's golden body was knocked from the top of Guniu Mountain to the big pit outside Guniu Mountain, especially under the last "Thunder Pond". The Ouhua Blessed Land was dragged into the majestic spiritual energy in the Guniu Mountain area.
And the broken martial arts, sea water poured back into Chen Ping'an's body, seeping into his soul. Chen Ping'an was vaguely aware that there was a mist on his inner lake, lingering, thunder and lightning intertwined, like a dragon, a snake, and a python flying in the clouds, and
There were flashes of sword light in the mist, as if the sword was slaying a dragon.
Fortunately, these spiritual qi that conflicted with the true energy of a pure martial artist were separatist in remote vassal towns and did not rise up or rebel for the time being. After all, in the vast world, Qi practitioners and pure martial artists have been on two completely different paths from the beginning.
Exhaust the spiritual energy in the body to cultivate a pure true energy that is like a fire dragon patrolling the wild. The first step for a qi practitioner is to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The more the merrier. After that, it is nothing more than eliminating the waste and retaining the good, opening up new territories, and converting each qi into another.
The Fuqiao acupoint is built into a palace and a city, and becomes one's own small cave, like a huge lake next to a big river. No matter it is a flood or a dry season, the Qi practitioner can always connect himself with the world, with a continuous flow of spiritual energy, and finally create an alchemy room.
Form the Golden Alchemist, and then warm up and nurture the Yin God and the Yang God, and finally achieve the realm of Earthly Immortality.
The current situation in Chen Ping'an's body is a confrontation between the pure true energy and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The two armies are confronting each other and forming their own formations. It is difficult to maintain a situation where water in the well does not invade the river.
Chen Pingan put away his thoughts, picked up the sword-raising gourd beside the table, and took a sip of wine.
It is so difficult to build a bridge of longevity. It is easier to destroy a bridge than to build one. He almost died in this lotus flower blessed land. When he thought of this possibility, Chen Pingan was inevitably scared.
Sixty years, which is equivalent to the vast world, will definitely miss the ten-year appointment with Miss Ning. In ten years, how old will Li Baoping, Li Huai and the others be? During this period, will they be bullied? Also
What about Gu Can who went to Shujian Lake? Will Liu Xianyang return to his hometown in fine clothes, return to the town, and then find himself nowhere to be found? What will happen to the down-and-out Shanzhu House in Longquan County, the ancestral home in Niping Lane, and the shop in Qilong Lane?
Chen Pingan stood up, and soon there was a knock on the door. The skinny little girl also took credit and ran to Chen Pingan's side room. Just when he was about to remind Chen Pingan that a visitor was coming, the door was already opened, and Chen Pingan saw that
The female spy of Mingnanyuan Kingdom was standing outside the courtyard, holding a long box. Chen Pingan walked over and explained softly: "This is the relic of Concubine Pipa. The Imperial Master just ordered someone to bring it and asked me to hand it over."
Master Chen Xian."
Before Chen Pingan could say anything, she blushed slightly and ran away.
Cao Qinglang looked at this scene, just curious. The skinny little girl's eyes rolled, thoughtfully.
Chen Pingan put the pipa back into the room, and Cao Qinglang went back to his room to read at night. The little girl continued to sit on the bench and eat melon seeds. This time she learned well and the melon seed shells did not dare to be scattered on the ground like a goddess scattering flowers.
Pile by the feet.
Chen Pingan walked to the bench and found that Cao Qinglang had left the cattail leaf fan on the bench. He picked it up gently, sat down, and said to the little girl, "You can go home."
She chewed melon seeds, blinked her eyes, and shook her head: "Home? I don't have a home. I'm just a little beggar. Where can I find a home? There are many bad people among beggars. They often beat me. I'm too young and can't eat."
I am full of food and have even less strength, but I can't defeat them. All the good land in the capital has been occupied by them. I can't fight for it. I can only find a place to live by myself, such as under a bridge or on top of a rich family's stone lion.
"
Chen Pingan asked: "Where are your parents?"
The skinny little girl ate melon seeds and said with a smile: "I'll die early. I'm not from the capital. I'm thousands of miles away from here. There was a plague in my hometown. I was still young at that time. I fled with my parents. My mother died there.
On the way, my father took me here. The officials in the capital are pretty good and they have set up many porridge shops outside the city. My father died after drinking a big bowl of porridge."
Chen Pingan asked again: "How old are you this year?"
She finished eating the melon seeds, stretched out her two palms, raised her little finger, and shook it, "I'm nine years old."
Chen Pingan stopped talking.
She laughed a few times and said, "I don't look nine years old, right? I can't help it, I'm hungry, I'm not tall. Did you see the person who gave me the little snowman last time? She was only over six years old.
, is a little taller than me, and the young master in this courtyard, Cao Qinglang, is also younger than me."
Chen Pingan gently shook the cattail leaf fan, appearing indifferent and indifferent.
The little girl had actually been looking at Chen Pingan's face and eyes. Seeing his appearance, she cursed in her stomach. As expected, none of the rich people are good! They never care about other people's life and death. He is obviously a very powerful big shot.
A little money leaking out of her fingers could help her live a good life, but she refused.
She was already nine years old, but she was as skinny as a five or six-year-old child. Chen Ping'an didn't find it strange because he came here the same way back then until he left Mu Bottle Alley and the town and went to Old Man Yao's Long Kiln.
When he became an apprentice, he started to grow taller. Before that, Chen Pingan was half a head shorter than his peers.
Chen Pingan has not taken off Chixin and Zingxue today, so even when he is sitting on the small bench, he still looks dignified.
This is the reason why the little girl tonight has always been very honest.
With the cattail leaf fan swaying and the breeze blowing, Chen Pingan asked: "How much did you steal those books and sell them for?"
She wrinkled her face and tried to squeeze out some tears, but she couldn't. She had to raise one palm and cried out: "I really didn't steal the book. I can swear that if I lied, the sky would strike like lightning."
Don’t die a good death!”
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "You lied. Who was struck by lightning and died? You don't seem to have made it clear."
Her face changed slightly and she smiled dryly: "Of course it's me, who else could it be?"
Chen Pingan nodded, "So who are you? What's your last name?"
To be continued...