, carrying the heater, pacing around the house.

Zeng Ye ran over and knocked on the door to greet him. After Chen Pingan opened the door, he asked about the detailed progress of Zeng Ye's practice. After chatting, Chen Pingan was quite satisfied. It is estimated that around the end of the year, Zeng Ye should be able to use his own body as a carrier of the ghost spirit.

Free to walk in the world of the world, Zeng Ye will be able to rely on this superior secret technique and his own special roots to hone and improve his cultivation. Maybe he will be able to break through the world very quickly. Compared with the evil side sects on Maoyue Island that are counterproductive

, and even faster, you can become a Dongfu Realm monk who has crossed the first major threshold of the Fifth Middle Realm earlier.

Seeing Zeng Ye lingering around as if unwilling to leave.

Chen Ping'an asked: "I want to ask why I just fought with Liu Laocheng not long ago, and now we can visit Shujian Lake together like we have been friends forever?"

Zeng Ye felt a little embarrassed and nodded.

Even though he firmly remembered that he should see more, think more and talk less on Qingxia Island, this tall young man was really curious and couldn't hold it back.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's relatively complicated, and it's not something that can be used as a conversation piece or an interesting thing."

Zeng Ye quickly stood up and said, "Mr. Chen, I'm going back to practice."

Chen Pingan said to him: "Whenever we can talk about it someday, you invite me to drink and I will tell you."

Zeng Ye closed the door gently, with a smile on his face, and through the last crack in the door, he said happily: "Mr. Chen, it's a deal!"

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After that, many islands in Shujian Lake were hit by another heavy snowfall before all the snow had melted.

It's really strange.

What happened this year? Not long after this, there were already two consecutive heavy snowfalls that have been rare in decades.

However, no one is unhappy, this means that the entire Shuhuan Lake, which is already full of spiritual energy, has been replenished, which means God will give it a good meal.

In the past few days, there has been a lot of discussion. Almost all the monks are talking about the accountant on Qingxia Island. Even the four big lakeside cities of Chishui and Yunlou are no exception.

Yu Hui took the initiative to come to the mountain gate of Qingxia Island for the first time. He sat for a while in Chen Pingan's house and made a small business by the way. He sold Chen Pingan at a low price a high-quality spiritual weapon that was only one step away from the magic weapon.

, the function is similar to the "prison" Palace of Hell, which is a pavilion modeled after the "Liu Li Pavilion" of the White Emperor City in China. Although there are not many "houses" that can inhabit ghosts and ghosts, only twelve, it is far away.

It is not as good as the Palace of Hell from the secret treasury on Qingxia Island, but the building is in better condition. It is more than enough for the soul-calling banners and ghost generals carefully cultivated by the ghost cultivators of Zhu Xian Mansion.

Chen Pingan was a little helpless. The things must be excellent, but he had no money, so he could only borrow money from Yueyue Island. When Yu Hui heard this, he was happy and said that Mr. Chen was not honest. He had to issue an IOU for such a low price. It was really embarrassing.

?Chen Pingan smiled and said, "I'm sorry. I don't need to be polite to Island Master Yu." Yu Hui was even happier, but friendship is friendship, and business is business. He pulled Chen Pingan and asked Zhang Jing, the head of the secret treasury, to use Qingxia Island

Otherwise, he would not be at ease and asked Mr. Zhang to help keep an eye on Chen Pingan. By then, Yu Hui and Mikufang would be brothers in need.

Zhang Ding smiled and nodded in agreement, but was not willing to lend money to Chen Ping'an to pay for the small Liuli Pavilion. After all, Chen Ping'an already owed a lot of debt to Qingxia Island. However, Zhang Ding agreed and wrote an IOU, and Yu Hui was satisfied.

He even invited Mr. Zhang to visit Crescent Island when he had time. Zhang Jing nodded and agreed without any reluctance, and directly made an appointment with Yu Hui.

In the end, Chen Pingan seemed like an outsider.

The owner of Zizhu Island was very happy. He took a spiritual ferry and brought Mr. Chen the Zizhu from the ancestors of the three major islands. He was more happy to give money than to receive money. When he arrived at Chen Ping'an's house, he just drank some tea.

They left without even having a cup of hot water. Chen Pingan walked to the ferry with each other, hugging each other and saying goodbye.

There are also many Chen Ping'an who had been rejected in the past, or who visited the island but no island owner showed up. They all visited Qingxia Island one by one as if they had made an appointment.

The snow stopped.

Liu Zhimao came to the house at noon that day, knocked on the door but did not come in.

Chen Pingan walked out carrying the charcoal cage, looking tired.

The two of them took a walk together.

Liu Zhimao was a little gloating, "Do you want me to step in and help you keep those guys out? Just find any excuse, just say that Qingxia Island needs to be closed."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "No, I am enjoying the hardships and enjoying it. I can actually learn a lot from dealing with these island owners, but it is really tiring. Chatting with people and saying some polite words, this has always been the case.

The thing I am least good at is checking for leaks and filling in the gaps, and cultivating my internal skills in dealing with others."

Liu Zhimao smiled and said: "In fact, everyone has to go through such a day. When you have your own mountain in the future, you have to take care of all aspects, work harder, and get used to it early. It is indeed a good thing."

The two of them had walked a long way out of the Shanmen House. Liu Zhimao looked back and suppressed his laughter, "Chen Ping'an, your aunt walked out of the Spring Courtyard and came to see you. If I remember correctly, this is when you moved out of the Spring Courtyard.

After the house, it’s her first time to go out to see you, should we go back?”

Chen Pingan shook his head, "Let's walk again."

Liu Zhimao nodded and said: "If you are as hard-hearted as us Taoists, there is no need to be so stubborn."

Chen Ping'an held the charcoal basket and said with a smile: "Let's try to have a good get-together and a good break. Even after the love is gone, you will still hope that the other person's life will be better."

Liu Zhimao said: "There are some half-baked housework, whether it is a house in a shabby alley, a wealthy mansion, or a big mountain like our Qingxia Island. If you want to do something good, it is difficult to be a good person. Chen Ping'an, I would like to advise you again.

If you say something unpleasant, maybe in a few years or ten years, that woman will not understand your good intentions now, but will only remember your bad things. No matter whether she lived a good or bad life at that time

, it’s all the same. Maybe if I live a bad life, I will remember the good things about you at the beginning. The better my life, the deeper my grudge against you will be."

Chen Pingan looked indifferent, "Does that have anything to do with me?"

Liu Zhimao laughed and said, "Yes."

Liu Zhimao suddenly said with a playful smile: "Do you think Mother Gu Can took one or two maids with her when she went out this time?"

Liu Zhimao quickly said: "I am definitely not fanning the flames."

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "Is it possible that he took the maids halfway and felt it was inappropriate and sent them back to the Spring Court House? My aunt is very smart. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to take care of Gu in the Clay Vase Alley.

Can Lala Da, but... no but, she has indeed done her best in Mud Bottle Alley."

Liu Zhimao clicked his tongue and said: "Awesome!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Can you really guess it for me?"

Liu Zhimao nodded, "When I walked out of the gate of Spring Court Mansion, I brought two of the most well-behaved maids with me. Before I walked too far, I figured out that this was not the way to pretend to be pitiful and beg for help, so I quickly let the maids

When we returned, we let them take away the valuable fox fur she was wearing. So if we continue walking, when we go back, she will definitely be outside the door with her lips turning green from the cold and shivering. When she enters the house, she will probably be able to talk.

That's not good. How about we turn around immediately and not give her this really pitiful opportunity?"

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Go back."

Liu Zhimao laughed and said, "The center is actually harder than I thought."

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "I know everything anyway, so why should I make her suffer more? Being upset is the most boring thing."

Liu Zhimao asked: "Should we go back to Chun Ting Mansion like that time and go back together?"

Chen Pingan said: "There is no need this time. I don't have such a big face to be able to help Island Master Liu again and again, and I don't want to be worshiped by Qingxia Island."

Liu Zhimao did not insist and said in a flash, "Don't worry, I won't eavesdrop on your conversation. Anyway, I can roughly guess what she will say."

Chen Pingan returned to the house. The woman was as cold as a quail, with her hands on her shoulders. When she could see Chen Pingan from a distance, she hesitated for a moment and immediately let go of her hands.

She is a woman, but she can already see Chen Ping'an.

Of course Chen Pingan would only see her earlier.

really.

After Chen Ping'an approached the mountain gate, he walked quickly and saw the woman. He handed her the charcoal cage first, and while opening the door, he said: "Why is aunt here? Say hello, I can go to the Spring Courtyard."

Of the government."

The woman entered the house, sat at the table, spread her hands on the charcoal cage, and said with a forced smile: "Ping An, the little loach is dead. Auntie didn't dare to say anything more, but after all, the little loach has been with us and my mother for these years.

Without it, let alone Chun Ting Mansion, even if it only occupies a hut on Qingxia Island, there may be no living people. So can you return the body of Little Loach to us and find a place to bury it? If this request is made,

It's a bit too much. Auntie won't say anything, let alone blame you. Just like Gu Can has been nagging for so many years, except for me as a mother, in fact, you are the only one who really cares about him. In the mud bottle

For so many years, we have been just a bowl of rice. You have helped us two with so many things, big and small. You have done everything we have seen and not seen..."

At this point, the woman covered her face and cried, sobbing: "It's fate that ends up in this situation. Auntie really doesn't blame you, really..."

Chen Pingan listened patiently until the woman burst into tears and stopped talking.

Go to the desk, silently take out the large stove placed underneath, then go to the corner to open the big bag containing charcoal, add charcoal to the stove, light the charcoal with a special fire stick, squat on the ground, and push the two of them to sit opposite each other.

Under the table, the woman could put her feet on the edge of the stove to keep warm.

After doing this, Chen Pingan sat on the bench and remained silent.

The woman quickly wiped away her tears. Under the table, she gently raised her feet and stepped on the edge of the stove. She said with a sad face: "It doesn't matter if it doesn't work. The little loach comes from the water. It doesn't matter who dies like us.

He must be buried in peace."

Chen Pingan's eyes were in a trance.

I vaguely remember.

Once in the alley, he protected her, and after the quarrel and fight with those loudmouthed women, the two of them sat on the steps at the entrance of the courtyard. She just cried silently, holding the mended dress tightly in her hands.

Jiao didn't say a word. After seeing his naughty son strutting in from Mud Bottle Alley, he quickly turned his back, wiped his tears, straightened his clothes, and combed his temples with his fingers.

Even now, Chen Ping'an still feels that the aunt back then was Gu Can's best mother.

She asked softly: "Ping An, I heard that you went to Gongliu Island this time and met that Patriarch Liu. Is it dangerous?"

Chen Pingan clenched his fists and placed them gently on his knees.

There is no longer any extremely miserable emotion, only helplessness.
To be continued...