Dusty 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 uneasy 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 their own issues.
Yes, everything is left unsaid.
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. On her forehead
She still clung to the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman that truly belonged to her, shaking 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. In the future, she will
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 guest guests and golden elixirs.
"Distribution of Troops", 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 and was snoring loudly. He made an appointment for two hours before continuing to feed him.
Feeding the 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 on the Kanyu situation maps and pointing. He rarely gave suggestions, at most two people
When Yi Yinshen couldn't decide on a certain detail, Chen Pingan decided 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 point out specific plans related to the art of war, leaving it to real experts. Needless to say, Wei Xian was born on the battlefield, and Lu Baixiang was a rare all-rounder in the world.
Proficient in the art of war and strategy, and familiar with the essence of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism in Lotus Flower Blessed Land, not to mention the music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, this founder of the Demon Sect may be lacking only in the fact that he has just arrived in the vast world and has not yet stood on the top of the mountain.
That's all.
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?
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Therefore, Chen Ping'an was obsessed with Sui Youyou's pursuit of the highest level of martial arts in this life. The highest achievement in the future was expected to be the Martial God level, which fell to the ninth level. His state of mind almost collapsed, and his sword heart collapsed. Chen Ping'an could understand her anger, but he did not agree with it.
Zheng Dafeng smiled playfully and said to the four people on the right of Sui, "It's just the Nine Realms, just laugh at them." 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 is just as bad.
Becoming obsessed 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 who respected 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 Chixin Sword belongs to him, Chen Pingan, and the pill from Qinghu Palace also belongs to him. Will he send it to Sui Youyou? When
Chen Ping'an has the final say on how to send it.
No one owed her Sui Youyou.
Under a lamplight, a main line has been sorted out on multiple maps. There were fewer and fewer disputes in the room, so Chen Ping'an 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. He put away his umbrella and sat on that bench.
in position.
Those who encounter unfair things in the world and think that they are unfair will find it most difficult to be at peace.
If it were Gao Shizhen, Liu Cong and his like, they would feel that this is not an injustice 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 looking at it any more would delay your practice.
Chen Ping'an couldn't hold a deep grudge against the temple-breaking siege, even if a fight resulted in a huge loss to his family and his grandma's family. 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 and 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 evenly matched, then the principles are inconsistent 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 what Ding Ying is, the Fang family has thousands of reasons and excuses to convince themselves and the two worlds that 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 he would be a true hero if he punched 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, and found that it was not that the world was boring, but that there were too many people who were unwilling to reason.
When a good person suffers a loss, he can only comfort himself that the loss is a blessing. 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 the bench, still deliberating 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, as one side, put themselves in Yin Shen's shoes and carried out the Fu family's attack on Chenchen Pharmacy again and again.
Different angles and different strength of the offensive were "acting martial arts", and Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang saw each other's 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 make it an old book. Now he was talking about the work of conscience, conscience.
It turns out that the novel about a gifted man and a beautiful woman, whose printing was rough and whose signature looked fake at first glance, actually had a long list of "good works" titles written by people in the same field, as well as three or two sentences of pertinent comments that put the finishing touches on it, so
The old man closed the book again tonight 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: "I am an old slave with little knowledge. I have been uneasy with my conscience these days. How dare I 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 can say "the world's emotions are moving and ringing." 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 Pingan goosebumps and made Chen Ping's skin crawl with cold sweat, 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 intently to the tinkling sound.
The most unpleasant woman among the group, now, for the first time, 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 his head to look at Chen Ping'an, and sneered: "The fox's tail is exposed now? What, do you want me to warm you up?"
Chen Ping'an laughed and said, "Don't, I'm a coward."
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 don't know whether 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 Zuoyi's face was cold and murderous, probably because he was thinking about who to kill with a sword first.
Chen Pingan and Zhu
Almost at the same time, Lian rubbed oil on the soles of his feet, one ran into the house, and the other ran into 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. 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 sleeping in a mess, her hands and feet were 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 hands and feet, and padded the corners of the quilt.
Sui lit a lamp on the right side and sat alone at the table, silent and silent, with only his sword by his side.
Chen Ping'an slept in the medicine shop tonight, on the floor, and slept lightly.
To be continued...