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Chapter 333 There is a dojo in the snail shell

Most of the hermits and knight-errants in the human world have eccentric personalities that cannot be understood by common sense.

Chen Ping'an was not curious about the secretive man in green shirt.

Just like Liu Zong, the knife sharpener, said before, the road under our feet is so wide. It is not a narrow path, let alone a single-plank bridge. Everyone goes their own way, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Outside the inn, the slovenly man in green shirt did not go far. In fact, he was squatting at the door of the inn, with the thin dog lying beside him. The man turned his head and looked at the dog, feeling that he was worse off than it was. For a moment, he thought

He wanted to recite a poem, but after searching for a long time, he could not produce a masterpiece that was ridiculed as a "lime poem" by the little lame man. The man comforted himself in his heart, it doesn't matter, the article is made by nature, and the good hand comes by chance, there is no need to force it.

The second floor of the inn.

Chen Pingan hesitated a little whether to invite Zhu Lian again.

The reason is that he wants to stay in the Daquan Dynasty for a while, and there is only Wei Xian around him, who can at most protect Pei Qian, and it is difficult to help him. Once he is in a dangerous situation like the Lotus Flower Land, all parties are enemies, and Chen Ping'an is worried that he will

An error occurred while busy.

After Chen Ping'an successfully invited Wei Xian from one scroll, he never touched the second one. It was not that he felt sorry for the Guyu money, but eleven Guyu coins were exchanged for the founding emperor of the Nanyuan Kingdom.

Ren Enemy, once the number one person in the world, Chen Ping'an was very controlled even if he didn't secretly enjoy himself.

The reason why the bottom line was set at ten Grain Rain coins at that time was not because Chen Ping'an felt that Wei Xian and his like were only worth this price, but that at that time, the old Taoist who was afraid of meeting for the last time and seemed to be in a bad mood gave him the scroll, but he didn't even care about it at all.

I'm sorry, the old Taoist is not bad at rules, but he can also disgust people. Chen Ping'an can't keep gambling.

After all, Guyu money is the rarest of the three kinds of fairy money. One coin is equivalent to a million taels of silver, a small mountain of silver. After the annexation of the Lu Dynasty, the Great Li Dynasty claimed to be the most powerful in the northern part of Aquarius Continent.

How much is the annual tax revenue? Sixty million taels of silver. Of course, this is just the money that the Song family of Dali put on the table.

The reason why he has been standing still these days is because of the unusual meaning in the words of the little Taoist boy carrying the golden sword gourd on his back. The guy clearly wants to trick him, and in the painting of Wu Madman Zhu Lian

Above. The old Taoist, probably out of shame, only dug a small hole for Chen Pingan, and the little Taoist boy dug out a big hole with all his strength.

Chen Ping'an piled up the remaining Guyu coins at his hand, picked up one and gently threw it into the scroll.

The rising clouds and mist are something I never tire of watching.

In the lobby on the first floor, the old man on the other side of the curtain knocked on the cigarette pole, stood up, came to the counter, and glanced outside the door, "That down-and-out scholar is not simple."

The woman flipped the abacus absentmindedly, "Third Master, you have nagged him so many times. I know it well and will not really make him angry."

The old man put his elbows on the counter, puffed out smoke, and said in a deep voice: "If you really like her, you can remarry. If your father doesn't agree, I will support you later."

The woman stamped her foot and said angrily: "Third Master, what are you talking about? How could I like him?!"

The old man said calmly: "Isn't it good? Although I don't know where they come from, I can't tell the difference between young people. How many are there at the border of Daquan? If you shave cleanly, maybe you can still look good.

."

The woman simply ignored the next sentence, raised her chin, and nodded towards Chen Ping'an's room upstairs, "How many can there be? Third Master, this young foreign guest wearing a white robe and hanging a red gourd, together with the

A personal guard, can you tell how high or low they are? No, inside and outside the store, aren’t there just three of them at once?”

The old man said the next sentence with a straight face, and went back to the kitchen to cook some food for himself to reward the temple of five internal organs. "Good intentions are treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, and you deserve to be widowed for so many years."

The woman had long been accustomed to the old man's temper and called out to the old man softly, "No matter what, those three people upstairs are all benefactors. Don't make your own decisions and drug people. Last time, those two rangers stripped you naked." The clothes were thrown at the gate of Hu'er Town overnight, and these two big men turned into young ladies because of you, and almost hanged themselves."

The old man curled his lips and said, "I'm not a master of evil. Why would I drug someone? I'm afraid that you would drug that kid and get him confused and do whatever you want."

The woman slapped her hand in a gesture, "A dog can't spit out ivory from its mouth."

The old man likes to be more serious, "Go and ask the prosperous money tree outside the door, can it spit out ivory?"

The woman retorted, "I'm not a dog. I can't stand a chance with Wangcai, unlike you."

The old man touched the woman with his cigarette rod and said, "Whoever falls in love with you in the future will be unable to hold down the coffin boards of his ancestors."

The woman didn't care about these words. She had been in the market, ran an inn for so many years, and entertained guests from all directions. Her words had a smell of meat, a knife, and vinegar. She had never seen anything before, so she lowered her voice and said, "That big monster, what should I do?" You weren't killed for this person, were you?"

The old man shook his head, "If he is really the number one general under the command of the Water God of Pine Needle Lake, haha, only the earthly immortals and their like can have such extraordinary abilities. Although this idle scholar is certainly not simple, he is not that strong. He is not like the academy. A few old masters and Confucian sages who are engaged in academic research will not hide their heads and tails when they have done such a righteous deed, and there is no need to hide it deliberately, right?"

The woman was deep in thought.

The old man finally persuaded: "Okay, I won't say nice things twice, but I will nag you once. I think that the down-and-out scholar is a bit poorer, a bit ugly, a bit mean-mouthed, and not a decent person. In fact, he is a bit poor. Not bad, he is a young and strong man after all..."

The woman's face was dark, and one word popped out from between her teeth, "Get out!"

The hunchbacked old man's expression remained normal, he turned around and left.

The vicissitudes of his face were like an old knotted bark. If there was a mosquito bite, the old man would probably bite it with a slight frown.

The palms of both hands are covered with calluses. They are clasped behind their backs, with their left hand resting on their right wrist and their right hand holding a cigarette stick.

The old man seemed to be saying to himself: "Where did the cat named Chun come from in the middle of the night and winter? It's strange that the little cripple is still asking me where I am today."

The woman's face turned red, she gritted her teeth and cursed, "You old and dishonest guy deserves to be a bachelor for the rest of his life!"

The little cripple had just finished clearing the table and heard the last conversation between the old hunchback and the landlady. He asked curiously: "Woman landlady, what's going on? We don't have any cats in the inn. Could it be a wild cat that sneaked into the inn from outside? What if? I caught him and I had to give him a beating. Let me just say that there are often missing chicken drumsticks, steamed buns and the like in the kitchen. It must have been eaten secretly by his greedy mouth. Don’t worry, boss lady, I will definitely find him out..."

The woman took out a feather duster from behind the counter and hit the little lame man on the head, "Pull it out, I'll let you pull it out!"

Still not relieved, she walked around the counter and chased the young boy who was weak on his legs, beating him so fast that the little cripple could walk as fast as flying.

She threw the feather duster casually, hesitated for a moment, and tiptoed upstairs. She slowed down her pace and walked back and forth. She couldn't hear any movement. She returned to the lobby on the first floor, was in a daze for a while, and went to the old hunchback behind the curtain.

He picked up a palm-sized piece of dried meat from the kitchen and a small pot of green plum wine that had been brewed for half a year. He walked outside the inn and saw the poor scholar squatting next to the dog.

After raising his head, he threw wine and meat to him and said in a cold voice: "One tael of silver has been recorded in the account. I didn't give it to you for free."

It wasn't until the woman crossed the threshold and walked into the lobby that the man in green clothes looked back and sighed: "Wangcai, do you know what this is called? This is the most difficult thing to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman."

He tore off a small piece of meat and gave it to Wangcai at his feet, and then touched his beard, "If I had shaved my beard, would it be okay?!"

When the woman walked up to the second floor, Chen Pingan gently pressed the scroll and turned to look at the door.

Fortunately, the woman did not knock on the door to disturb him.

When she walked down the stairs, Chen Pingan continued to throw money.

Chen Pingan threw twelve Grain Rain coins into the scroll in one breath.

Still couldn't get Zhu Lian to show up.

Chen Ping'an picked up the sword gourd at hand, then remembered that he ran out of wine before entering the inn, so he could only put it down gently.

The Yin Shen of the Song family in Laolongcheng paid for the bamboo slip and took out ten grain rain coins. Flying Eagle Fort Lutai divided the spoils and paid Chen Pingan twenty coins. Adding in the trip to Hanging Mountain, Chen Pingan had a total of twenty-nine coins.

For the sake of Wei Xian, eleven of the Grain Rain coins were eaten for the picture scroll, and eighteen were left.

There were only six Guyu coins on the table.

Martial arts madman Zhu Lian is still "posing" on the painting for the time being and refuses to step out, so the remaining two paintings, Demon Sect Lu Baixiang, and Sui Youyou, the only female swordsman in the history of Ouhua Blessed Land, have to be paid by Chen Pingan

How many will come out?

Chen Pingan sighed and glanced at the smiling old man in the painting.

If you throw it in again, you will really go bankrupt. Although you have accumulated a lot of snow money and Xiaoshu money, they are just numbers. After they are actually converted into Guyu money, they will shrink seriously.

Chen Ping'an felt helpless, put away the scroll and hid it in Feijian Fifteen, opened the door, and went downstairs to drink to relieve his boredom. Earlier, in order to carry Wei Xian upstairs, he forgot to put wine in the sword gourd, and shook the empty "Ginger"

"pot", Chen Ping'an thought about the little Taoist boy carrying the huge golden gourd. He cursed in his heart and said about the other six "best" sword-raising gourds in the world. Could it be that the one the little Taoist boy was carrying was the best for holding wine?

Bar?

Chen Ping'an didn't know at the moment that he had guessed it accidentally. In fact, he only guessed half of it.

That golden sword-raising gourd named "Dou Liang" indeed contained the most water in the world, and it was the water from the East China Sea. For this reason, the entire East China Sea water level dropped several feet.

Therefore, even a poor scholar can't help but marvel at it, and add the last half of flattery: a small gourd can raise thousands of dragons, the Taoist ancestor is good, the great is good, the old man is good.

Of course, it is also possible that he said this as a coincidence because he was discussing Taoism with an old Taoist and destroyed many lotus leaves in the Lotus Cave.

In the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth, in that Confucian temple known as the "gentle and authentic" Confucianism, those clay statues of saints who still stand high on the altar must not be able to do such a thing, break other people's things, and then have to do it again.

He acts like a rogue, but as an old scholar whose statue was moved out of the Confucian Temple, he behaves so naturally, even more naturally than the Taoist immortals in Baiyu Jing.

When we got downstairs, the landlady was smiling like a flower.

He is handsome, rich, and has a good temperament. The more the woman looks at Chen Pingan, the more attractive she becomes.

Chen Ping'an ordered a pound of green plum wine brewed for five years in a small jar and poured it into Yangjian Hu in front of the landlady.

In the eyes of women, the sword gourd is just a vermilion wine gourd. It is not valuable when rubbed until it shines, but it looks like it has been loved by at least two generations before it is used and becomes an old item.

The woman supported her cheek with one hand, turned sideways and sat on the bench, turned her head and looked at the young man who was pouring the wine with a steady hand. Her cheeks were slightly red, and the wine halo had not faded away. She asked with a smile: "Master,

Wouldn’t it be easier to drink from a bowl? If I finish drinking this pound of wine for you, wouldn’t you have to put it into the gourd again?”

But even so, she still brought a jug of wine and drank it herself. She didn't forget to bring three plates to go with the wine, and of course two pairs of chopsticks.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I can only drink so much, just drink it and forget it, no need to pretend anymore."

The woman smiled and said, "That friend of yours has a really good drinking capacity."

Chen Ping'an was a little ashamed, thinking that Wei Xian, you are the founding emperor after all, it's too embarrassing for you.

Chen Pingan asked seemingly casually: "Since the Yao family's border troops are so famous in the border area, does the boss lady know who the big shots are in the Yao family now?"

The woman raised her eyebrows and said, "Hey, Master, are you a spy from the Northern Jin Kingdom?"

Chen Ping'an pointed upstairs, "Is there a spy like me? With a friend who is so good at drinking? And with a child?"

The woman nodded, "Indeed, if the Northern Jin Dynasty were all spies like the Young Master, how could there be so many easy battles to fight? The world would be at peace soon."

She was a little drunk, so she stretched out her arms and tried twice but could not catch the sauced meat on the plate. Chen Pingan gently pushed the plate over. She glanced charmingly and simply put down her chopsticks, "With you

It’s okay to say something, so that you, the barbarians from the south, can learn how powerful our Daquan frontier army is.”

She burped, but did not feel any embarrassment. "That old general Yao who has been on horseback for half his life is one of our great generals in Daquan. He has three sons and two daughters. Unfortunately, his son died two years ago."

One of their daughters died. The youngest daughter married into a rare good family in the capital. They said it was a match made in heaven, a divine marriage. There are a lot of grandchildren, and the most promising ones are two. The grandson’s name is Yao Xianzhi. Listen,

He said he joined the army at the age of ten, and his granddaughter’s name is Yao Lingzhi. What’s more, she is so talented in martial arts that the whole border has heard about it.”

Chen Ping'an asked curiously: "Why do they all end with the word 'zi'?"

The woman smiled and said, "Zigzag generation."

Chen Ping'an became more and more confused, "Shouldn't the word "determination of seniority" be in the middle? Are you Daquan different?"

The woman said angrily: "How did I know that the ancestral rules of the wealthy Yao family do not allow rich people to have eccentricities?"

Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "The Yao family's cavalry is so famous, there must be a lot of envious people in Daquan, right?"

The woman rolled her eyes and said, "Ask me, who should I ask? To ask His Majesty the Emperor?"

She laughed to herself and was full of flattery, "Then the emperor must be impressed by my beauty and accept me into the palace. I'm old enough to be the emperor anyway. Maybe the bed frame will be made of gold.

of……"

Maybe she finally talked about something that made people happy. The woman raised her wine glass and said loudly: "The road of life is narrow and the wine glass is wide. I, Jiuniang, will accompany you."

Chen Ping'an's eyes lit up, he raised his glass and said with a smile: "I remember to write down this sentence. It's well said. Let's go!"

The two of them drank the rest of the wine in their bowls.

There was a man in green clothes sitting on the other side of the threshold, secretly looking at the man and woman chatting happily at the wine table, his face full of resentment, and he was thinking casually.

“A good dog stays out of the way!”

A loud voice rang out, and the down-and-out scholar was kicked and staggered. Three men with knives at their waists strode into the lobby one after another.

The leader was a man with a strong build. In the winter, he even deliberately exposed some chest muscles. He sat on the bench to the left of Chen Pingan. The two familiar men brought wine and bowls under the man's hands, and they sat on the same table.

The bench and table were filled instantly. The strong man refused to accept the white bowl handed over by a young swordsman. He grabbed the wine bowl in front of the woman, poured a bowl of green plum wine, splashed the wine, and drank it in one gulp.

, wiped his mouth, and suddenly he covered his stomach with one hand, his face full of fear, and pointed at the woman with a trembling hand, saying in a trembling voice: "There is something wrong with this wine... There is poison in the wine..."

The two young men across the table immediately pressed the hilts of their knives, their faces pale.

The woman said angrily: "Ma Ping, do you have shit in your head? Did you eat too much shit for lunch today? The shit happened to be poisonous, and it destroyed your brain?"

The man with the sword chuckled and returned to his normal expression, "It was just a joke, why are you scolding the Master?"

The two young colleagues next to me were so frightened that they quickly drank to calm down.

The man glanced at Chen Ping'an, who was in the way, "Boy, who is your family name? Bring out the customs clearance document!"

Just as the woman was about to speak, Chen Ping'an had already taken out the Guan ultimatum from his arms and gently placed it in front of the table of the strong man carrying the sword.

After the man picked it up, he looked at the densely packed red seals, large and small, and said, "There are quite a lot of seals. You have traveled such a long way?"

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.

The man got angry when he saw him like this. He was used to the groveling and fawning smiles of the people in Hu'er Town. Here comes a man who doesn't know how to flatter others and bow his head. The most important thing is that he looks quite handsome, so he wanted to find a way to deal with this guy.

Boy, teach him that this is the local snake in Hu'er Town. When a tiger down the mountain encounters him, Ma Ping, he should squat down obediently. A dragon crossing the river should stay calmly. No one else will flirt with Jiuniang in the inn.

.

The woman suddenly asked: "I heard that the town is haunted again? Who is haunted this time?"

As soon as he mentioned this unlucky thing, Ma Ping lost interest. He threw the customs clearance document back to the pretty boy, took a sip of wine and said in a low voice: "You are so evil. In the past, you have harmed foreigners. This time.

It turned out that it was one of the town's own people who was murdered. Mr. Liu, who only has one arm, knows it. The bad old man who runs a paper money shop and often helps people do Feng Shui is completely crazy. In this weather, he doesn't wear clothes in broad daylight.

He was running around on the street and said he was too hot, so the brothers had to lock him up. Within a few days, the whole house was filled with feces and urine, and the stench filled the sky. Today he is more awake and finally stopped saying those weird things, brothers.

I just want to come here quickly and ask Jiuniang for a few bowls of green plum wine to strengthen my yang and ward off bad luck."

The woman frowned and said, "How can this be done? Didn't the master you hired with a lot of money from the county give you a pile of magical talismans last time? How do you think you are bragging to me, saying it's a talisman?"

, all ghosts retreat'?"

The strong man turned his head and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, "That bullshit master is just a liar. I've been screwed too. Mr. Han didn't give me any shoes during this time."

Ma Ping exhaled a breath, squeezed out a smile, and reached out to touch the woman's little hand. The woman calmly retracted her hand, preventing him from succeeding. Ma Ping smiled and said: "Jiu Niang, what do you think of me?"

How are you like? He is more or less a respectable person in Hu'er Town, right? He makes a lot of money, has a clean family background, has practiced martial arts, and has endless strength, but you are not attracted to me? Jiuniang, don't be shameless.

, your Brother Ma is not that kind of old-fashioned person and doesn’t care about your past.”

The woman chuckled.

After that, he tried to take advantage of the situation several times under the guise of being drunk, but the woman got away with it. Ma Ping and two fellow detectives ordered a table of food, drank a lot of meat and vegetables, and ate until their mouths were full of oil. It was obvious that they were cheating.

The autumn wind came, but in the end they didn't want to leave. The three of them went upstairs to sleep, saying they would return to Hu'er Town tomorrow.

Chen Pingan had already sat at the next table. While the lame man was cleaning up, the woman sat next to Chen Pingan. She took a long breath, as if she was a little tired, and said with a wry smile: "This Ma Ping is the head catcher of Hu'er Town. He

The family has been doing this business for generations, and it is just a little bit related to the government yamen. In such a big place, the so-called official, the one with the biggest official hat, is just a sesame official who is not in the elite. The rest are just subordinate staff, and they don’t count.

Officials, every one of them has a big air."

Pei Qian heard the noise outside, opened the door gently, squatted down, and put his head in the gap between the railings on the second floor. He secretly looked at the two guys below. Finally, he finally pulled it out and trotted down the stairs, just approaching the wine table.

, she heard the woman complaining to Chen Ping'an about the difficult gangsters in the officialdom, saying that those police officers often came to the inn to eat and drink, and she could only spend money to buy peace, otherwise what else would happen.

Pei Qian secretly laughed, grinned, and endured it for a long time. Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed loudly, "Spend money to buy peace, buy peace... Oops, I can't do it anymore, I'm going to die laughing,

stomachache……"

Chen Pingan stood up and came to Pei Qian's side, "Does it hurt anymore?"

Pei Qian, whose ears were pulled, immediately stopped laughing and said pitifully: "My stomach doesn't hurt anymore, my ears hurt..."

The woman was confused and didn't know what the skinny little girl was laughing at.

Chen Ping'an said goodbye to the woman, and pulled Pei Qian's ear all the way to the stairs. Pei Qian tilted his head and propped his heels, shouting that he didn't dare anymore.

As he walked up the stairs, he let go of Pei Qian's ears. When he reached the door of the room, he turned around and told Pei Qian: "You are not allowed to go out casually."

Pei Qian rubbed his ears and nodded.

After Chen Pingan closed the door, Pei Qian stood by the railing and happened to look into the eyes of the woman who was looking up. Pei Qian snorted coldly, jumped back to his house, and slammed the door hard.

The sun was setting outside the inn, and someone came on horseback. She was a cardamom girl with a ponytail. She was soft-looking but had a strong aura. She carried a horse bow on her back and a sword hanging on her waist. She held the horse

He left it casually outside the door, obviously not worried about getting lost.

The man in green shirt was still teasing the dog outside the door.

The girl glanced at the man but was not interested. After walking into the lobby, she looked around. When she saw the surprised woman, she was a little unhappy. She stopped and said to the woman: "Grandpa wants me to tell you, recently

Don't open an inn, it's not safe here."

When the woman was in front of the girl, she no longer had any coquettishness. She was as dignified as a lady who came from a noble family. She raised her finger to her mouth, indicating that the wall had ears, and then said softly: "Lingzhi, I'm used to staying here."

The girl said angrily: "I don't know what is good or bad!"

The woman smiled and asked, "Would you like some green plum wine?"

The girl's face was full of anger.

drink wine?!

The woman also realized that she had made a mistake and was a little ashamed.

The girl said coldly: "Give me a room and I'll leave tomorrow. You think carefully."

The little lame man carefully led the girl to the second floor. Under the guidance of the landlady's eyes, he specially selected the cleanest and most elegant room for the girl.

After the light footsteps completely disappeared, Chen Pingan stacked the remaining six Guyu coins together.

Throw them into the scroll one by one.

When the third Guyu coin disappeared into the screen, Chen Pingan stood up and slowly took a few steps back.

An old man hunched over and staggered out of the scroll.

He jumped off the table, narrowed his eyes at Chen Pingan and smiled, turned around and reached out to touch the scroll, but he missed it. Even Pei Qian had secretly touched the scroll. For Zhu Lian, it was so close, but

Far away in the horizon.

Ethereal and intangible.

Zhu Lian did not become angry and said with a smile: "As expected, young master, is this your immortal magic in the world?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "So."

This old man with a habitual hunched figure seems completely different from the rumored madman Wu who went crazy.

The old man always had a smile on his face and a kind expression. In Ouhua Blessed Land, this man almost turned the whole world upside down. Ding Ying, who came after him, was also the best in the world and had extremely distinctive characteristics.

His grandmaster aura is probably related to the fact that Ding Ying is tall, stern and wears a silver lotus crown.

The Wu lunatic named Zhu Lian in front of him was far behind.

Compared with Wei Xian who kept everything in his stomach, Zhu Lian seemed to be more resigned and frank, honest and fair: "Now that I have arrived at the young master's hometown, it will take several days just to adapt to the flow of energy in this vast world.

It’s even harder to return to the peak level of cultivation I had during my lifetime. Well, according to what the young master said, I should be at the sixth level of a pure martial artist."

Speaking of this, the old man was quite self-deprecating, "It is possible to break through in one fell swoop, it is possible to be stagnant, and there is even a possibility that the spiritual energy here will be poured into the Qi Mansion, consuming the true energy and eroding the cultivation base a little bit. However, I have a

I feel that, apart from the big threshold of the Seventh Realm, becoming an Eighth Realm or Ninth Realm martial artist is not a big problem."

Zhu Lian put it very straight to the point.

It is indeed much more refreshing than that boring gourd Wei Xian.

Zhu Lian walked to the window, opened it, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said to himself: "This Seventh Realm is a bit similar to the transformation of acquired nature into innateness among warriors in Lotus Flower Blessed Land. It is the most difficult step to overcome. As long as you reach the level

The seventh level of martial arts, I believe that the improvement in cultivation from then on is just a grinding effort year after year. I can’t say for sure that the ninth level, the eighth level is definitely not difficult.”

Zhu Lian turned around and smiled: "Of course, as long as I adapt to the existence of the rich spiritual energy here, I still have a chance to draw a tie with a pure martial artist of the Seventh Realm with average foundation, and I will not be suppressed by the realm."

We can only wait for death. As for the fight between people in the same realm, as long as you are not like Young Master, you have a great chance of winning."

Chen Pingan murmured: "Are the passes only in the Seventh Realm?"

The old man sat back at the table and tapped the table with one finger, "I am willing to serve the Young Master for thirty years. I hope that the Young Master can give me a free life after that. How about that?"

Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head, "I don't know how to restore your freedom."

The old man was stunned and fell into silence, staring at the picture.

Chen Pingan guessed that the scroll itself was similar to the natal porcelain of Lizhu Cave Heaven. Even if you were a Jade Pu monk in the upper five realms, you would still be manipulated.

Chen Pingan smiled when he thought of this.

Over there, Wei Xian was very drunk, lying on the bed, talking in his sleep, "There is no murderous intention in the body but the murderous intention is everywhere. This is the posture of an emperor."

There was a knock on the door. Chen Pingan put away the last three Grain Rain coins and scrolls and was about to open the door when Zhu Lian did it for him.

Pei Qian blinked, then quickly moved away from Zhu Lian and ran behind Chen Pingan.

Zhu Lian closed the door, turned around and said with a smile: "The little girl has such good bones. Is she the young master's daughter?"

Pei Qian nodded vigorously.

Chen Pingan shook his head, then turned around and asked, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

Pei Qian looked at Zhu Lian and shook his head.

Zhu Lian recognized the interest and asked with a smile: "Master, do you have a place to stay?"

Chen Ping'an said: "After you go out, the second room on the right is the one, but Wei Xian lives over there. If you don't want to live with others, I can help you find another room."

"Walking in the world, you don't have to pay attention to these things."

Zhu Lian waved his hand, then stretched out his hand to rub his chin, thinking thoughtfully, "Young Master, which Nanyuan founding emperor should you choose first?"

Chen Pingan nodded and warned: "You two, please don't have any disputes."

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "We are the enemy of ten thousand people. I admire Wei Xian very much. How can I make him unhappy if I don't even have time to toast him."

Zhu Lian walked out of the house and gently closed the door.

When there was only a gap left, Zhu Lian suddenly asked: "May I ask how much the young master spent on me?"

Chen Pingan replied: "Seventeen Guyu coins."

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "It cost the young master a lot of money."

After the old man left, Pei Qian was still worried and went to lock the door of the house, and then he felt relieved.

Chen Pingan asked: "Wei Xian keeps a straight face every day, but you are not afraid. Zhu Lian is so kind and gentle, but you are so afraid?"

Pei Qian said softly: "I'm just afraid."

Chen Pingan asked again: "What happened?"

Pei Qian said softly: "I don't think the proprietress is a good person. Adding a little cripple and an old hunchback, how strange it is. Could this be a black shop? The storyteller under the overpass told some of the stories.

The black shop likes to give customers sweating potion and then use it to make human meat buns."

Chen Pingan laughed angrily and said: "Don't think so wildly, go back and read quickly."

Pei Qian sighed and left.

Chen Ping'an had no intention of looking through the remaining two scrolls. One of them, Lu Baixiang and Sui Sui, happened to be reluctant to invite him out of the mountain. He was afraid that it would be easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away, and the other one was even less afraid.

Reminds me of Pei Qian's impressions of Wei Xian and Zhu Lian.

In fact, her intuition was absolutely correct.

Wei Xian looked at people from high to low. After all, he was the king of a country who left his name in history.

The way Zhu Lian looked at people was like a living person looking at a dead person, his eyes were dark and as dark as a deep pool, and the smile on the old man's face was not to be taken seriously.

On the threshold of the inn, the guest in green shirt turned his back to the lobby, looked up at the gorgeous sunset on the horizon, patted his knees gently, carried the wine bottle, and babbled with each sip of green plum wine.

"A dragon is seen deep in the clouds, a deer is seen deep in the forest, a beauty is found beside a peach blossom, a hero is seen on the battlefield, a famous person is found in a back alley..."

Bang.

The guest in green shirt was beaten and thrown to the ground. He was so beaten that he was eating shit, but he did not forget to hold on to the wine bottle tightly.

It turned out that it was the little lame man who kicked him on the back and said angrily: "It's endless, are you still addicted? I've tolerated you for a long time!"

The man stood up in embarrassment, dusted himself off, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know who I am?"

The little lame man looked at the unfamiliar poor scholar and felt a little guilty. He forced himself to shout loudly: "Who are you?"

The man in green shirt said seriously: "Why do you call Jiuniang?"

The little lame man was stunned for a moment, "The boss lady."

The guest in green shirt asked again, "Then who is the husband of the landlady?"

The little cripple almost went crazy.

He ran out of the threshold, using his fists and kicks, to pursue this bastard who only knew his surname: Zhong.

The man raised the flask high and dodged around, drinking while running away. He received several punches and kicks without any pain or itching.

The sun sets in the west.

There was a prophecy about scholars.

The scholar himself did not take his words seriously.

Before someone came down the mountain, all the ghosts in the world were free from fear.


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