Chapter five hundred and ninety-ninth spring onions on the surface
Lu Sui stood up, perhaps knowing the temperament of her friend next to her. When she stood up, she held Ren Longcong's hand, not giving her a chance to sit there and pretend to be deaf and dumb.
Lu Sui smiled and said, "I have met Mr. Chen."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Fairy Lu, just call me the second shopkeeper."
Lu Sui smiled slightly, as if she had something to say but didn't.
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Then I will also call you Miss Lu."
Zhang Jiazhen, who was helping out at the wine shop, had already arrived, bringing only a wine bowl but no wine.
Lu Sui helped Chen Pingan pour a bowl of wine and raised the bowl. Chen Pingan raised the bowl. The two parties did not touch the bowl, but drank the wine in each bowl.
Ren Longcong also took a sip of wine, that's all, and then sat back on the bench with Lu Sui.
Bai Shou held chopsticks in both hands and stirred a large amount of Yangchun noodles without eating them. He was amazed and then looked sideways at the man named Liu. Did he learn it? Did he learn it? This is the ability of my brother. It is full of knowledge. Of course.
Fairy Lu is also very smart and decent. Baishou even thinks that Lu Sui would be a good match if she likes this good man Chen. She went to like Liu Sui, but a fairy flower was left in the vegetable garden, and the valley orchid was moved to the pig pen.
Beside, no matter how you look at it, it's inappropriate. Just as soon as he had this idea, Bai Shou dropped his chopsticks, clasped his hands together, with a solemn face, and muttered something in his heart, Sister Ning, I was wrong, I was wrong, Lu Sui is not worthy of Chen Pingan,
Not worthy of Chen Pingan.
Ren Longcong and Lu Sui were watching the battle at the end of the street before, and then met Qi Jinglong and Bai Shou. Both parties had carefully watched the fight between Chen Pingan and Yu Xuanfu. If it hadn't been for Chen Pingan's last words, "Speak harshly.
"You need to have a big fist", Ren Longcong would not even come to the shop to drink.
Ren Longcong actually accepts people like Qi Jinglong who are cultivators and righteous people. His impression of Chen Pingan, who is sitting at the same wine table at this moment, is really mediocre. It's not that he looks down on Chen Pingan for selling wine, seals and folding fans. In fact,
In the book, Ren Longcong once went down a mountain for training, and was surrounded by dangers. All her elders and peers died. She lived alone in the rivers and lakes, and lived a very hard life. Instead of being disgusted by the old tables and stools in the wine shop, she felt a little nostalgic for those days.
During those torturous years, Chen Pingan always had a feeling that made Ren Longcong feel awkward. He couldn't explain the reason. Maybe Chen Pingan was too similar to the people from the Sword Qi Great Wall, but not like Haoran.
The aura of cultivators in the world may be that there are so many sword cultivators from different camps and different realms who are watching the battle, and they are all very rude to the second shopkeeper. But that kind of rudeness is something that Ren Longcong herself and many of her teachers cannot even imagine.
The scene may even be a strange atmosphere where you know you are not getting what you want.
It can only be said that Ren Longcong has no objection to Chen Ping'an, but he doesn't want to be friends.
After all, the Chen Pingan in my mind at the beginning, the young man who could make the land dragon Liu Jinglong regard him as a close friend, should also be personable and full of fairy spirit.
It's a pity that the second shopkeeper in front of him, except that his clothes are quite consistent with the impression, the rest of his words and deeds greatly disappoint Ren Longcong.
As for how Chen Ping'an viewed her Ren Longcong, she didn't care at all.
In fact, there was enough space at the wine table, but Lu Sui and Ren Longcong still sat together, as if women with a close relationship were like this. Qi Jinglong didn't think too much about this matter, and Chen Pingan couldn't figure it out.
First of all, I feel great. Every time I go out, I can have the opportunity to see one or two more beautiful sisters.
Lu Sui talked about some topics about Yu Xuanfu, and they all had good things to say about the female martial artist.
Chen Pingan listened to everything one by one and did not take it seriously.
First, even if Lu Sui's words were spread to the other side of the city, they would still not offend Yu Xuanfu and Kuxia Sword Immortal.
Secondly, the better Yu Xuanfu's martial arts talent is and his good character, then Chen Ping'an, who can win the first round without even throwing a punch, will naturally be better.
Third, what Lu Sui said is mixed with some intentional or unintentional secrets. The news about Chunbanzhai will certainly not be spread out of thin air. It is obvious that as Qi Jinglong’s friends, Lu Sui prefers Chen Ping’an to win the second game.
Ren Longcong didn't like to hear this. She paid more attention to the sword cultivators who were drinking. This was the wine shop of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, so she couldn't tell who was at a higher level.
But in the vast world of my hometown, even in Luzhou, Beiju, where the customs and customs are closest to the Great Wall of Jianqi, whether you are drinking at the table or gathering to discuss matters, your status and realm can be known at a glance.
It turned out that this shop was good, business was so good, there were not enough wine tables and benches, and there were still people who were willing to squat on the roadside to drink. However, Ren Longcong found that among the swordsmen who seemed to be squatting and eating Yangchun noodles, someone had said hello and joked before.
A few words, so he is clearly a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator! Are there many Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators, even in Luzhou, Beiju, where there are so many sword cultivators?! Then you squatted on the roadside without even a small bench.
, like a starving ghost reincarnated?
In any secular dynasty on any continent in the world, who among the Yuanying Sword Cultivators would not be a guest of the emperor, and would be eager to bring out a plate of the legendary dragon liver and phoenix marrow?
The key is that the old swordsman just met Chen Ping'an, and he was cursing, saying that he had cheated on his wife's book that he had worked hard to save for many years, and now he was here to cheat on his coffin book, right?
Then the second shopkeeper who was chatting with Lu Sui apologized to Lu Sui, stretched his neck, said "Go" to the old sword cultivator, and then winked with a sneer. As a result, the dignified Nascent Soul sword cultivator caught a glimpse of
The back view of a man who was already eating and drinking on the roadside said, "Hey, I misunderstood, I just blame myself for not being good at gambling. The second shopkeeper, who is the most conscientious, can't cheat people for half a copper coin, and only sells the sky."
The most affordable Xianjia Liquor. Then the old man took the wine, paid for it, and ran away. As he ran, he spat on the ground and said to the second shopkeeper, "Your conscience dropped on the floor. Come and pick it up. Be careful not to be picked up by a dog. That's the wine shop."
Everyone on the side cheered loudly, and they felt very happy. Some people impulsively asked for another bottle of wine.
Ren Longcong felt that the sword cultivators here were all weird, shameless, ridiculous, and unreasonable.
Chen Ping'an smiled slightly and looked around. Everyone was full of suspicions. Once someone said it, they no longer had any doubts, or at least their suspicions would be greatly reduced.
Do you understand my numbers?
However, the thought of ghostwriting another poem for this old bastard gave me a headache, so I looked at the guy across from me with a smile and asked sincerely: "Jinglong, have you had any ideas about reciting poems recently? We can discuss and learn from each other.
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As for whether after the competition, you should give it to the old sword to be repaired, or whether it should be engraved on a seal or written on a fan, do you, Qi Jinglong, care?
Qi Jinglong smiled and said: "I don't know how to write and have no ideas. Fortunately, my half bucket of water is not sloshing around."
Chen Pingan said to Bai Shou: "I advise your master to study more in the future."
Bai Shou asked: "Do you think I'm stupid?"
People surnamed Liu have already studied enough, what more is needed? People named Liu are so temperamental that they are not allowed to accompany them to read books? Pianran Peak is the place where I, Bai Dajianxian, practice swordsmanship. In the future, because it is the place where Baishou practices swordsmanship,
What kind of books should I read for someone who is famous all over the world? Baishou felt that even if he just browsed through the collection of books named Liu in the thatched house, he would never be able to finish them in his lifetime.
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Otherwise?"
Bai Shou picked up the chopsticks and poked at them, threatening: "Be careful of my magical sword fairy who can make flying swords out of everything!"
Qi Jinglong smiled knowingly, but his words were teaching his disciples, "Don't imitate certain people at the dinner table."
Bai Shou happily ate Yangchun noodles. The taste was not good, so it was just okay, but since they didn't charge for it, they had to eat a few more bowls.
Lu Sui smiled and narrowed her eyes.
She especially likes Qi Jinglong right now.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Every person has a bowl of Yangchun Noodles in my shop, and you have to pay for it. White-headed Sword Immortal, aren't you very happy?"
Bai Shou raised his head and said vaguely: "Aren't you the second shopkeeper?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I set all the rules."
Instead of being angry, Bai Shou felt a little sad for his brother. When he thought of Chen Ping'an living in such a big Ning Mansion and living in a house as small as a grain of rice, he asked softly: "You work so hard to earn money, can't you afford it?"
What's the reason for the betrothal gift? If that doesn't work, I'll bite the bullet and beg Sister Ning to marry you first. If there's no betrothal gift, the betrothal gift won't be given to you. And I don't think Sister Ning is either.
The kind of person who cares about betrothal gifts is because you are overthinking it. It is really unreasonable for a big man to want to marry a wife without any money, but who made Sister Ning accidentally choose you? To be honest, if we are not brothers,
I met Sister Ning first, and I had to persuade her. Alas, let’s not talk about it. I rarely drink. I have a thousand words to say, but they are all in the bowl anyway. You can do whatever you want, and I will do it.”
Looking at the young man who shivered after taking a sip of wine, he silently placed the wine bowl on the table.
Chen Pingan scratched his head, he couldn't really tear off this young man's head, so he missed his founding disciple a little.
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Sword Immortal Tao Wen was squatting on the side of the road eating Yangchun noodles, with the same sad look on his face that he had brought from his mother's womb. The sword cultivator who had a wine table earlier wanted to move the table for the senior Sword Immortal, but Tao Wen waved his hand and carried one by himself.
A pot of the cheapest Zhuhai Dongtian wine and a plate of pickles. Not long after squatting down, I just felt that the pickles were a little salty. Fortunately, a young man soon brought a bowl of hot Yangchun noodles with a few bright green grains.
The chopped green onions are so cute and pleasing to look at that Tao Wen is reluctant to eat them. Every time he rolls the noodles with his chopsticks, he intentionally or unintentionally pushes aside the chopped green onions, letting them stay in a small bowl smaller than a wine bowl.
This time he made a lot of money, and Tao Wen's income after dividing the accounts alone was worth seven or eight Grain Rain coins.
Because almost no one thought that the second shopkeeper could defeat the enemy with one punch.
Tao Wen didn't believe it at first. After all, the opponent was Yu Xuanfu, not an embroidered pillow. He was just a martial artist fighting each other, fighting each other to life and death. There were dozens or hundreds of punches. It couldn't be justified, and it was not easy to determine the winner in an instant.
The sword cultivator asked about the sword, but the second shopkeeper said it with certainty. He also promised that if he could not win with one punch, Tao Dajianxian would lose as much immortal money as he did this time, and all the debts in his wine shop would be paid off with drinks. Tao Wen was not stupid, so he
He continued to immerse himself in eating noodles and was no longer interested in sitting in this restaurant. The second shopkeeper took a step back and said that it would be fine to repay the money with money, but as previously agreed, Chen Ping'an would pay 20%, 73%, and Tao Wen.
He thought it was feasible and didn't even bother to bargain. If Chen Ping'an could defeat Yu Xuanfu with one punch, he would make a lot of money as long as he made a big deal. He never thought that the second shopkeeper had a good character and wanted to do business with Tao Dajianxian.
, the Sword Immortal alone should earn 10% more, so it’s still six to four cents, don’t give up. Tao Wen nodded and agreed, saying that if he loses money, I will only smash those broken wine tables without flying swords.
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Next to Tao Wen squatted a sighing young gambler. This time he lost his bet completely. I don't blame him for his poor vision. He was generous enough. He bet on the second shopkeeper and won the first game within ten punches. Who would have expected the result?
That Yu Jianfu obviously punched first and took advantage of the sky, and then immediately admitted defeat. So today, the young swordsman didn't buy a drink, he just chatted with his friends who treated the loss as a gain.
A bowl of wine, two plates of pickles and a bowl of Yangchun noodles from the wine shop to make up for it.
Tao Wen said: "Cheng Quan, gamble less in the future. As long as you go to the gambling table, you will definitely not be able to beat the dealer. Even if you want to gamble, don't think about making big money through this."
The young man has been familiar with this swordsman since he was a child. Both of them are people in the alley nearby. It can be said that Tao Wen is an elder who watched Cheng Quan grow up. And Tao Wen is also a very strange swordsman. He has never attached to the surname of a powerful family and always comes alone.
In addition to being on the battlefield, Tao Jianxian would also fight side by side with other swordsmen. He spared no effort. When he returned to the city, he just guarded the small ancestral house. However, although Tao Jianxian is a bachelor now, he is actually better than never having a wife.
It's even worse for a bachelor. The old woman in my family has been crazy for many years. Year after year, she is exhausted and depressed. When she leaves, it's hard for the immortal to stay. Tao Wen doesn't seem to be too sad, and he still doesn't drink much every time.
, have never been drunk.
Cheng Quan said helplessly: "Uncle Tao, I don't want to bet like this, but the flying sword is difficult to maintain. It has reached a critical bottleneck. Although it cannot help me improve my realm, it is too important to break the bottleneck. I am missing many gods.
Qian, Uncle Tao, look at me, I've only had a few drinks and been to Mirage a few times in the past few years, I really don't like these, and there's really nothing I can do about it."
Having said this, Cheng Quan raised his head, looked at the city in the distance to the south, and said sadly: "God knows when the next war will start. I have average qualifications, but my flying sword rank is just okay, but I am dragged down by my low level.
If you can only guard the top of the city for the first time, how much money can you make by killing a few monsters? If the flying sword breaks the bottleneck, you can increase the distance of the flying sword with all its strength in one go. It will be at least three or four miles, even in the city.
First, it will be faster to kill demons. If you have more money, you will have more money. Only by becoming a golden elixir sword cultivator can you have hope. Besides, with just a few small sums of money, the gap is too big, so I can't do it without gambling."
Tao Wen asked: "Why don't you go borrow it and read it?"
Cheng Quan smiled bitterly and said: "My friends around me are also paupers. Even if they have some spare money, they still need to maintain the flying sword by themselves. The amount of fairy money they eat every day is not a small amount. I can't afford it."
Tao Wen took a big mouthful of Yangchun noodles, picked up a chopstick with pickles, chewed it, and asked: "After your aunt left, I remember telling you once that if you encounter anything in the future, no matter how big or small, I can help you."
, why don’t you speak?”
Cheng Quan grinned and said: "Isn't this because I think that in the future I can go down to the city to fight and let Uncle Tao save my life? Now I am just short of money. No matter how worried I am, it is still a trivial matter. It is better than losing my life."
At this point, Cheng Quan's face turned pale, he felt guilty and anxious, his eyes were full of regret, and he wished he could give himself a slap.
Tao Wen looked calm and nodded: "It's good to think so."
Cheng Quan also felt more relaxed, "Besides, Uncle Tao had a lot of money before."
Tao Wen laughed, "That's right."
Tao Wen said in his heart: "I will introduce you to a job, and I will give you a Grain Rain coin in advance. Do you want to do it? This is not what I mean, it is the idea of the second shopkeeper. He said that you have a good face, and at first glance
He is an honest and kind person, so he is more suitable."
After Cheng Quan heard the ripples in his heart, he wondered: "What do you mean? The wine shop needs to recruit permanent workers? I don't think it is necessary. There is Miss Diezhang and Zhang Jiazhen, and the shop is not big, so it is enough. Besides, even if I am willing to help, Niu
It takes years and months to raise enough money.”
Tao Wen said helplessly: "The second shopkeeper really saw the right person."
A swordsman who ate Yangchun noodles, and a swordsman from Guanhai realm who sipped wine. After chatting furtively, Cheng Quan rubbed his face, drank heavily, and nodded vigorously. The deal was done!
Tao Wen remembered something and remembered what the second shopkeeper had said before, so he copied it and reminded Cheng Quan: "There are rules for being a banker, and there are rules for the gambling table. If you confuse loyalty with your friends,
If we do this together, there will be no chance of cooperation in the future."
Cheng Quan nodded.
Not long after Cheng Quan left, Chen Ping'an, Qi Jinglong and others also left the wine shop. The second shopkeeper came to Tao Wen with a wine bowl and said with a smile: "Tao Jianxian has earned hundreds or thousands of grain rain coins, and he still drinks.
This kind of wine? Don’t you think Tao Dajianxian is interested in the drinks we all have today?"
Tao Wen thought for a while, it didn't matter, and he was about to nod and agree. Unexpectedly, the second shopkeeper hurriedly said in words: "Don't just shout for help with the check, just say to everyone here, no matter how many drinks you drink today, you Tao Wen
Help pay for half of the drinks, only half. Otherwise, my trip to you will be in vain. Gamblers who are new to the industry know that we are working together to cheat people. But if I deliberately pretend not to know you, it is even worse.
We have to make them afraid to believe everything or to be completely suspicious, and to just be skeptical, so that we can continue to be the boss in the future. What we want is that these bastards who drink wine and dig at Sosou are all self-righteous."
Tao Wen cursed in his heart, "What the hell are you talking about? What are you thinking about when you have nothing to do? I think if you are willing to concentrate on practicing swordsmanship, you will be a damn swordsman in less than ten years."
However, Tao Wen still said to everyone with a straight face that he, Tao Wen, would help pay for half of the drinks today for up to five bottles, as a way of thanking everyone for supporting them and placing bets in his casino. But for drinks of five bottles or more, the price would be as much as
It doesn't matter that Tao Wen doesn't have a penny, so fuck you. If you have money in your pocket, buy your own wine. If you don't have money, go home and drink urine and milk.
Listening to Tao Wen's words, Chen Ping'an felt that he was indeed a real swordsman with the qualifications to be the master! But in the final analysis, he still has a good taste in people.
Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine and asked in his heart: "Then Cheng Quan agreed?"
Tao Wen put down his bowl and chopsticks, waved, asked the boy for an extra bottle of wine, and said, "You should know why I didn't help Cheng Quan on purpose, right?"
Chen Ping'an said: "I know, in fact, I don't want him to leave the city to fight early. Maybe I also hope that he will always be in such an embarrassing state of neither high nor low, whether he is a gambler or a gambler, he has the temperament of Cheng Quan
, people can’t be that bad, and now it’s better to be worried every day, after all, than to die. As for the things in Uncle Tao’s family, I should have heard about it even if I have been covering my ears for a year. The Great Wall of Sword Qi has a little
No matter how good or bad you are, you can speak freely, no matter how great the swordsman is, he can't hide something."
Tao Wen waved his hand, "Don't talk about this, just drink."
Tao Wen suddenly asked: "Why don't you just bet on yourself to lose? Many gambling houses actually have this bet. If you are ruthless, you can probably make at least dozens of Guyu coins, which will make many losing swordsmen jump.
Scolding mother."
Chen Ping'an said angrily: "Ning Yao told me not to lose a long time ago. Do you think I dare to lose? For dozens of Grain Rain coins, I threw away half my life and stayed away from home for a year and a half.
Is it cost-effective to lay a floor in the shop?"
Tao Wen laughed for the first time and patted the young man on the shoulder, "I'm afraid of my wife but I'm not embarrassed. That's good. Keep up the good work."
Chen Pingan smiled and clinked his wine bowl with Tao Wen.
Tao Wen sighed softly: "Chen Ping'an, being too sympathetic to other people's joys and sorrows is actually not a good thing."
Chen Pingan said with a smile: "Those who can say such things should talk to themselves, ask and answer their own questions, and consume themselves."
Tao Wen was stunned, then nodded with a smile, but changed the subject, "I also told Cheng Quan frankly about the rules of the gambling table."
Chen Pingan shook his wine bowl and said: "It is a good thing to be able to always abide by the rules in business. If Cheng Quan, who has always abided by the rules, is still willing to break the rules for a friend, it shows that Cheng Quan is a person
, is really worth making friends with. When the time comes, Uncle Tao, if you don’t lend him money, I will help Cheng Quan practice. To be honest, before the second shopkeeper, I once had two nicknames that resounded throughout the world, and they are even more worthy of their names. One
The name is Chen Haoren, and the other is Shancai Boy!"
Tao Wen pointed at the wine bowl in Chen Pingan's hand, "Look down and see if you have a face."
Chen Pingan looked down and said in shock: "Who is this young man? He looks quite handsome even after shaving."
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The study room of the head of the Yan family.
Fatty Yan stood at the door of the study tremblingly.
Previously, his father heard about the boxing competition outside Ning Mansion, so he gave Yan Zhuo a Grain Rain coin, betting that Chen Ping'an would win with one punch.
Even though Yan Zhuo had great confidence in Chen Pingan, he still felt that the Grain Rain money would be wasted, but his father Yan Ming said that it was the wrong bet and it didn't matter. So after Yan Zhuo got the money, he wanted to feel a little more secure, so he took it upon himself to replace him.
After my father secretly bet on three punches, the winner would be determined within ten punches. In addition to the Guyu money, he also bet two Xiaoshu coins of his personal money, betting that Chen Pingan would defeat the wealthy Chinese woman within a hundred punches.
Yu Xuanfu. Who would have thought that in the end, Chen Pingan and Yu Xuanfu came up with such a way of sparring that they suffered a huge loss, and Yu Xuanfu was even more confused. After one punch, he gave in directly. You damn thing
Take more punches, Chen Ping'an is in the Golden Body state, but you, Yu Xuanfu, are in the Golden Body state where you are invincible?
Fatty Yan didn't want to come to his father's study, but he had to come. The reason was simple. He, Yan Zhuo, had spent all his personal money. Even if he borrowed some more from his mother, he still couldn't afford to pay back what his father should have earned with the Grain Rain money.
He was piling Guyu money, so he could only come here and get scolded, and it was not surprising to get beaten.
Yan Ming asked without raising his head, "Wrong bet?"
Yan Zhuo hummed.
Yan Ming said: "This time I asked Chen Pingan whether he would lose or whether he would be a banker and make money."
Yan Zhuo said: "Absolutely not. Chen Ping'an has no desire to win or lose in a battle between monks. He is only obsessed with martial arts. Not to mention that Yu Xuanfu is in the same golden body, even in a confrontation
Even Chen Ping'an, a martial artist in Yuanyoujing, is not willing to lose."
Yan Ming asked: "Chen Pingan is surrounded by the Ning Mansion, and there is Ning Yatou in the Ning Mansion. When asking about boxing this time, do you think Yu Xuanfu has the heart to win and the intention to work hard, so for Chen Pingan, winning, and
What’s the point?”
Yan Zhuo shook his head and said: "I wasn't sure before. Later, after seeing the conversation between Chen Pingan and Yu Xuanfu, I knew that Chen Pingan didn't think that the discussion between the two parties would be of any benefit to him."
Yan Ming raised his head and continued to ask: "Then how can we make Yu Xuanhu less entangled? Have you ever wondered why Chen Ping'an made that suggestion? If not, then my Guyu money will be
What a waste. All the losses caused by this Grain Rain coin should be recorded in my account and paid back slowly in the future. Yan Zhuo, do you really think that Chen Ping'an deliberately gave the first move? Do you still think that Yu Xuanfu
Is it arbitrary to throw a punch but admit defeat? Do you believe it or not, as long as Yu Xuanfu gives up his own martial arts advantage, imitates Chen Pingan and stands still, and then receives a punch from Chen Pingan, Yu Xuanfu will be shameless and shout for a beating
The next two games? Do you really think that Ningfu Bai Lianshuang, a former Tenth Realm martial artist, and Nalan Yexing, a former Immortal Realm sword cultivator, are just there watching the door or cleaning the room every day? As long as they can teach
, they all teach it to their uncle, and Chen Ping'an can learn it as long as he can learn it, and he learns it very quickly. Not to mention that there are people over there at the top of the city who help teach swordsmanship every now and then. Over the past year
, your one year of Yan Zhuo is actually not wasted, but others seem to have spent three or five years."
Yan Zhuo said aggrievedly: "I also want to compete with the Sword Immortal, but the chief minister of our Yan family is as big as the sky. He has disliked me since I was a child. Now he still refuses to teach me swordsmanship. I have to beg for it."
Many times, the old guy was unwilling to talk to me."
Yan Ming looked calm, "Why don't you come and ask me to speak and let him teach you swordsmanship? Who in the Yan family is the most effective? When did the head of the family, Yan Ming, become unable to control even a small sword fairy?"
Yan Zhuo's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he choked up and said, "I don't dare. I'm afraid you're going to accuse me of being worthless again. I only rely on the family to eat and drink. What about the eldest young master of the Yan family? The pig is already fat, and the monster clan in the south is
Just collect the meat... Such disgusting words were spread by our own Yan family members. Dad, you never cared about it back then... Why should I come to your place to be scolded..."
Yan Ming looked as usual and never spoke.
Yan Zhuo finished speaking what was in his heart in one breath, turned his head and wiped his tears.
The head of the Yan family, whose arms and sleeves were empty, finally said: "Go and tell him that I will teach you how to practice swordsmanship. I will give him all my money and don't keep anything private."
Yan Zhuo hummed and ran out of the study.
In the corner of the study room, ripples appeared, and an old man appeared out of thin air. He smiled and said, "Do you have to be this evil person?"
Yan Ming smiled and said: "You, who receive a lot of money from me as offerings to gods every year, are not considered evil people. Do you think that I, who is the father of others, should be considered evil in the eyes of your son?"
The old man planned to return to Yan Mansion's place of cultivation immediately. After all, the little fat man had received the imperial edict and was running away. However, the old man smiled and said: "The two words in what the head of the family called 'little sword fairy worship' before are,
The wording is inappropriate."
Yan Ming shook his head gently. The little Jingmei who was responsible for helping to turn over the book understood it. He squatted slightly on his knees, jumped into a pen holder on the table, took out two Guyu coins from it, and then smashed it to
That old man.
The old man put the two Grain Rain coins into his sleeves and said with a smile: "It's quite appropriate."
Yan Ming thought for a while, looked awkward, and said: "For the same effect of sword training, remember to be gentler."
The old man disappeared in a flash.
In fact, Yan Ming still had something to say, which he did not say to Yan Zhuoming.
For example, the Yan family hopes that a certain sword fairy whose daughter's nickname is Conghua can become a new enshrinement.
The girl who originally had a great future on the road left the city and died in the battle on the southern battlefield. Her death was very miserable. Her father was a swordsman, and the battlefield was fierce at that time. In the end, this man rushed to save her even though he was seriously injured.
Less than.
Later, the girl's mother went crazy and would only ask her man over and over again, day and night, "You are a sword fairy, why don't you protect your daughter?"
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A man returned to his home which was deserted without him. He had previously ordered three more bowls of Yangchun noodles from the shop and hid them in Qiankun in his sleeves. Now, one bowl after another was placed on the table.
He took three pairs of chopsticks and placed them one by one, and then the man buried his head in eating his bowl.
One of the bowls of Yangchun noodles on the table had more chopped green onion.
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In the dusk, Chen Ping'an sat on the threshold with his hands in his sleeves, leaning against the door axis, looking at his own shop, which was doing very well, and at the large and small restaurants further away, which were deserted.
I heard that after the wealthy Chinese woman swaggered out of the mirage, on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, a sword fairy named Tao Wen came out to attack the upper-level fifth-level military monk.
Later, these were actually just other people's stories of joys and sorrows. Originally, they would pass after listening to them. After drinking a few bottles of wine and eating a few bowls of Yangchun noodles, they would pass. But in Chen Ping'an's heart, he just couldn't let go.
The young man who was thousands of miles away from his hometown had no reason to think of the Mud Bottle Lane in his hometown. Later, he felt really uncomfortable when he thought about it, so he asked Ning Yao that question in the first place.
Regardless of whether you are young or old in the Sword Qi Great Wall, as long as you are a sword cultivator, everyone is waiting for death. People have died one after another, and no one is willing to remember them for a long time.
Then there are all these bastards in the world who come here to talk about those untenable benevolence, morality, etiquette and rules?
Why didn't you see the whole Great Wall of Sword Qi before talking about the good and bad here? I didn't ask you to die generously on the top of the city. It's not you who died, so I just took a few more looks and thought a little more.
is it hard?
The young man Zhang Jiazhen took a break from his busy schedule and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He accidentally saw Mr. Chen, his head leaning against the door shaft, looking forward in a daze, with eyes that had never been in a trance.