(Oh haha, Jianlai’s 24-hour order has reached 37,000.)
There are five foreign sword cultivators in total who came from the Middle Earth Divine Continent.
Except for the boy carrying the wine, who was still very calm and composed, the other three people all backed away slightly, ready to use the flying sword at any time. One of them, in his early twenties, looked dull. Whether he was retreating or drawing his spiritual energy to prepare to use the sword, he was slower than his companions.
Half a step forward, there was another girl, slim and graceful, with a colorful collar, a gauze skirt, and flowers. It was the jade style that the female monks from the Middle-earth Divine Continent liked very much. She was the first to reach out and hold the long sword at her waist.
As for the last person, of course it was the young man carrying the sword who was lifted up by Chen Pingan. After being imprisoned by Chen Pingan, his fist energy was suppressed. The latter could not draw out the spiritual energy from several key acupoints, so he tried to break through the barrier and break through the door.
However, he was repulsed again and again, unable to move. As he kept going back and forth, his face turned red and turned purple, like a dead fish hanging on the wall drying in the sun. It is estimated that the shame in his heart at this moment was no less than the murderous intention.
Chen Ping'an asked: "He doesn't want to say it, can you say it for him?"
The boy carrying the wine smiled brightly, "I didn't hear what he just said."
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Are the ears of the Yasheng lineage so bad?"
The girl said angrily: "Chen Ping'an, let go of Jiang Guancheng! Don't think that just because you are famous on the Sword Qi Great Wall, you can do whatever you want! Are you going to kill people if you don't agree with each other?! You are from the lineage of literary saints!
Disciples, each one is really more good-tempered than the last! First, Cui Chan deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, and then there were the left and right, who destroyed so many innate sword embryos in the Middle Earth Divine Continent! My uncle...and you, Chen Ping'an! As a Confucianist
A disciple of a literary sage, he is actually doing a lowly business here, selling wine himself! So gentle and polite!"
When it came to her uncle, the girl gritted her teeth and her eyes filled with tears. When she mentioned Chen Ping'an again, she immediately returned to normal, especially angry and angry.
Chen Ping's arrangement turned a deaf ear.
On the contrary, he really didn't care too much about those who criticized people in person and pointed their noses at them. Besides, they were not scolding Mr., but Mr.'s students, just his senior brothers. He was the youngest in Mr.'s lineage, so he still needed this
Junior brother, go and speak up for your senior brothers?
Say a few fair words for the national master Cui Yi? Or fight against the injustice for the senior brother? Is it necessary? Chen Pingan thinks it is not necessary. One wants to build a continent and a country to prevent the demon clan from going north and prevent the demon clan from annexing Tongye and Aquarius in one go.
The territory of Beiju, Luzhou and Three Continents. One wants to become the best swordsman in all the worlds except Haoran. In fact, they are very busy. As for Chen Ping'an, he is also busy.
Practicing martial arts, swordsmanship, qi, reading, and about to refine the fourth natal item, plus earn money to sit in the village and carve seals, how can you not be busy?
But the most important thing is that this little girl's words, no matter whether they are reasonable or unreasonable, whether they are reasonable or not, there is no evil intention in the end.
Then Chen Pingan can understand and accept it.
"Zhu Mei, why are you talking to Mr. Chen?"
The young man taught the girl a lesson, and then continued to talk to Chen Ping'an with a smile, "Mr. Chen has a higher seniority, and the younger generation listens to his teachings. No matter what Mr. Chen says, the younger generation will correct it and encourage him. Also, Mr. Chen has Jiang Guancheng in his hands."
, is the direct disciple of our Kuxia Sword Immortal, and Kuxia Sword Immortal is the nephew of one of the ten people in our hometown, which is very troublesome. Of course, Mr. Chen’s senior brother, Zuo Dajianxian, has been admired by the younger generation for a long time.
Now Zuo Da Sword Immortal is practicing swordsmanship at the Great Sword Qi Wall, so I don’t think I have to worry too much. However, the sword immortals in the world are all members of the same family, and if it hurts the harmony, it will not be beautiful after all.”
Chen Ping'an asked: "Are you a sea-viewing sword cultivator? A candidate for the first battle?"
The young man did not answer the question, but asked with a smile: "Mr. Chen is from Aquarius Island, shouldn't he be helping the sword cultivators of the Great Sword Qi Wall to guard the pass, right?"
Young Jianxiu and Chen Ping'an, one spoke the elegant dialect of Haoran Tianxia, ​​and the other spoke the dialect of Jianqi Great Wall.
The young man glanced down.
Chen Ping'an pushed lightly and threw the tall boy ten feet away. He complained: "Being so tall makes me stand on my feet for a long time."
Then Chen Ping'an looked at this interesting young man carrying a drink, "You are so young, you have such a high level, wandering around our place, and talking about some things, are you really not afraid of scaring us timid and low-level people to death?
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Chen Sanqiu explained the conversation between the two to the surrounding drinkers in his hometown dialect.
Whistling was everywhere at the liquor store, especially the drunkards and bachelors squatting and drinking, who were very cooperative with the second shopkeeper. Damn, I used to think that the second shopkeeper was a thief, but I didn't expect that he would be like this bunch of brats from the Middle-earth Divine Continent.
In comparison, Yushu Linfeng is such a good person. I really wronged the second shopkeeper before. Now that I come here to drink, should I take less dishes and pickles? Besides, I finally took advantage of the second shopkeeper by eating pickles. I always feel that it is not appropriate afterwards.
If you eat too much, you will tend to drink more.
Chen Ping'an turned to look at the shop and asked with a smile: "How about I guard the first level as a monk of the Four Realms? If you all bet on me to lose, I will sit in this banker."
The drinkers all raised their middle fingers, laughed and cursed, and were very rude. Some people directly cheered for the foreign swordsmen, saying that we, the second shopkeeper, besides selling wine and writing couplets, actually have no ability, so we really want to fight.
Knocked down with three or two punches, what are you afraid of? As a sword cultivator from a foreign country, you should show some heroic spirit. Then Chen Ping'an came from a small place like Aquarius Island. Ren Yi and Pu Yu hunted Pang Yuanji together. These four
Guys, they teamed up to take the bank and deliberately lost to the bastard Chen Ping'an. As long as you are not fools, don't believe it.
The girl named Zhu Mei sneered: "It turns out that he is not only a drunkard selling wine, but also a gambler. Mr. Wen Sheng is really blind to find a closed disciple like you!"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Drinking, gambling, and killing monsters are really not worth mentioning. They are all very unpopular things in the eyes of you Middle-earth Divine Continent monks."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone on Chen Sanqiu's side cheered loudly and slapped the table and knocked their chopsticks.
Zhu Mei was choked to death.
And there was still some fear deep inside, as if I was somehow in a strange little world.
Because although Chen Ping'an was a little far away from the big and small sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall, it seemed that this young disciple of the Literary Sage, who did not live up to his name, was echoing the sword cultivators behind him from a distance.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Do you know why my words are unreasonable? It's just that drinking and gambling are things that should not be done by scholars in the vast world. Just because I deliberately get involved in killing monsters, you have nothing to do with it.
You are right, because you are still a middle-earth sword cultivator with some conscience, and you sincerely believe that killing monsters is a great feat. Therefore, you feel guilty about being wronged. In fact, it is not necessary. Reasoning in the world must have a sequence. One can say what is right and what is wrong.
, cannot cover and offset each other. For example, if you first admit that killing demons is absolutely right, it is right for ten thousand years, and then you tell me that drunkards and gamblers are extremely wrong, do you think I will admit it? How? I am of the literary sage lineage.
Aren’t you really good-tempered and willing to be reasonable?”
The girl's eyes widened and her mind was in a state of confusion. How could the drunkard in green clothes in front of her say such stupid things, and there seemed to be some truth to them?
But she couldn't help but feel so angry.
Chen Ping'an finally said to the boy carrying the drink who had lost his smile: "Don't worry, I will not guard this first level as a Four Realm Qigong Practitioner. Why? It's not that I don't want to teach you how to be a good person and teach you how to speak well.
, but I respect that you, as middle-earth sword cultivators, are willing to come to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and at least you are willing to see that wild world with your own eyes. It is a business matter for foreign monks to go through three levels. Between you and me, it is
Personal grudges will be discussed later."
Chen Pingan walked back to the liquor store.
A man who was eating pickles with his chopsticks shouted: "Second shopkeeper, you are so powerful. Are you inviting guests to drink and celebrate?"
Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "I'm asking all you sword immortals to save your face and quickly contain your sword energy. Especially you, Ye Chunzhen, every time you drink a pot of wine, you have to eat three plates of pickles from me. You really think I don't
You know? I have tolerated you for a long time."
The man picked up the half-dish of pickles on the ground with his fingers and said, "Repay it to you?"
Chen Pingan was speechless.
That man is so complacent, I'm so shameless, I'm afraid of myself, why are you afraid of your second shopkeeper? Besides, didn't I learn from your second shopkeeper?
Chen Pingan coughed and did not sit down. He clapped his hands and said loudly: "Our shop is a small business. In addition to pickles, we originally planned to give away a bowl of Yangchun noodles for free for every bottle of wine purchased in the near future. This is what I plan to do."
My swollen face looks like a fat person, but now I think, forget it, Yangchun noodles are not a delicacy anyway, the clear soup is bland, that is, the noodles are chewier, there are a few chopped green onions, and a small plate of pickles is added to it
, stir it with chopsticks, and the taste is actually just right."
Ye Chunzhen immediately noticed that the eyes of the drunkards around him were like flying swords.
Because everyone knows that it is impossible to reason with the second shopkeeper.
Ye Chunzhen gritted his teeth and said, "Second shopkeeper, bring me a pot of good wine. It will cost five snowflakes! I accidentally ate a little more pickles today and they are a bit salty. Drink some good wine and squeeze it down."
"Okay, Brother Ye is waiting."
The guy went to the shop to get the wine without forgetting to turn around and said with a smile: "There will be Yangchun noodles in two days."
Jiang Guancheng, the young man with the sword on his back, had been helped to his feet. He used his sword energy to shatter the fist energy, and his complexion improved a lot.
Zhu Mei asked softly: "Yan Lu, are you okay?"
The wine-carrying boy named Yan Lu shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "What can happen to me? If the other party takes the opportunity to guard the gate, nothing will happen to me and I will be scolded to death by Jun Bi."
Zhu Mei complained softly: "You really let Jiang Guancheng come here to cause trouble. Jun Bi told us not to go out easily after arriving at Sun Jianxian's mansion."
The young man in a simple and elegant robe turned his head to look at the wine shop and quickly looked away.
He didn't like that kind of messy atmosphere, he even hated it.
People who practice Taoism do not have the slightest bit of self-cleanliness, and do not have the slightest bit of the immortal spirit on the mountain.
Yan Lu picked up the pot of Qingshen Mountain wine in his hand and said with a smile: "I don't want to know whether this immortal wine has any connection with Qingshen Mountain. My ancestors, every time there is a Qingshen Banquet in Zhuhai Cave,
Everyone will participate.”
Zhu Mei rolled his eyes and said: "You, Yan Lu, like to read family trees and old almanacs the most, for fear that others will not know how rich your family is. Jiang Guancheng's family and teacher inheritance are no worse than yours. Have you ever seen him brag about his teacher?"
To be continued...