Shuangjiang stood on the steps, beating his heart heavily as he watched the young man staggering down.
Every time Chen Ping'an punches, golden light will overflow from his heart, just like a blacksmith swinging a hammer to refine a sword. Every time he punches, fire will splash out, disrupting the passage of time, causing the light around Chen Ping'an to become distorted, making light and dark uncertain.
Since Chen Pingan was located at a high place, walking down the steps, even if his eyes were narrowed, Shuang Jiang, who was standing on the lower steps, could still clearly see those golden eyes that were different from ordinary people.
Chen Ping'an staggered forward. The movement in his heart was too great. After refining the heart of the god's remains, it was like moving an entire molten furnace and placing it in the ventricle of his heart.
The words peeled off from the golden jade book by twisting the core, even if they were of extremely high quality and contained the true meaning of Taoism, still after Chen Pingan punched them, several words were melted by the golden light on the spot and dissipated in the air.
Shuangjiang asked: "You shouldn't have succeeded in refining it so quickly. Do you still have any secrets hidden?"
Chen Pingan was silent, unwilling to speak, and in fact unable to speak. He just punched his heart one after another, trying his best to suppress the sound of the drum in his heart.
Shuangjiang turned sideways to get out of the way and walked with Chen Pingan. Shuangjiang kept looking at Chen Pingan's side face, using his magical powers to carefully examine the inner atmosphere of Chen Pingan's small world.
Chen Pingan stopped, covered his mouth with both hands, vomited out a mouthful of golden blood, raised his head slightly, swallowed all the blood, continued to move forward, and punched his heart again.
Shuangjiang was a bit scratchy, weird, too weird. Even if Chen Pingan used the two dragon eye fire seeds as a primer for refining, and with the help of martial arts, the remains of the gods would not be too repulsive to Chen Pingan's body and soul.
It shouldn't have gone so smoothly. According to Shuang Sheng's prediction, Twisting Core dismantled 36,000 warp and latitude threads, and Chen Ping'an might not be able to walk out of that small door.
This is like a gifted reader who flips through a sage's book. Within a short while, he may be able to understand the subtle and subtle words of the sage, but he cannot truly grasp the profound and important meaning.
There are only two possibilities. One is that Chen Qingdu took action secretly, manifested the great road, and did not hesitate to pull the entire Great Wall of Sword Qi to personally help Chen Ping'an refine things.
Another way is that Chen Ping'an is the reincarnation of a certain god who is closely related to this god's remains, half inherited and half refined.
It's just that Shuangjiang thinks that both possibilities are slim. Chen Qing is not the kind of person who gives alms casually. If Chen Ping'an is the reincarnation of an ancient god, and the Changsheng Bridge was interrupted in the early years, it will leave some traces. Shuangjiang has visited it many times.
, you should be aware of it.
Chen Pingan's eyes gradually returned to normal, the golden light slowly faded, and the movement in his heart became smaller and smaller.
The punches become lighter, the steps become steady, and the state of mind becomes calmer.
The whole prison also became quiet.
Chen Pingan turned around and climbed higher, and the white-haired boy had no choice but to follow.
This time Chen Ping'an passed by the prisons one after another. Five great demons of the upper five realms and five Nascent Soul Sword cultivators all appeared one after another, but no one said anything.
He looked at that young man like a man looking at a monster.
Chen Ping'an came to the entrance of the prison and sat on the top of the steps. The sky and the earth were bright and dark, day and night. Outside the prison, it was always daytime.
Shuangjiang couldn't help but said again: "Ancestor Yin Guan, you really can't say it? If you say it, it's just a deal, and I owe you three pieces of snow for money."
Previously, the two of them "together and sum up" and established the rules of buying and selling between the two parties. A piece of snow money is equivalent to an Earth Immortal monk. A piece of Xiaoshu money can buy or sell the life of a Jade Pu realm. When enough grain money is saved,
, Chen Pingan can go to plead with Chen Qingdu to save the life of this demon who has transformed from the outside. The frost has been prepared, and the green snake, Taoist formulas, magic weapons and artifacts are all available. In this prison, it is better to save
Some of the belongings came down, but in the past they only looked at the edges, but soon they were trying their best to pick them up. They were so anxious that they even jumped over the wall.
, plus Du Shanyin’s Silverfish Immortal Book and the Sword Pill, I have to get them all, come to Yinguan Ancestor to exchange money!
There is one great thing about the young Yin Guan that reassures Shuang Jiang, and that is that once Chen Pingan makes an agreement with someone sincerely, he will never go back on it, which is more effective than any bullshit oath.
Shuangjiang suddenly laughed to himself and said, "What you say must be done, and what you do must be resolute. You are such a villain."
Chen Ping'an smiled knowingly, and ignored the oblique curses from the demon outside, and just said: "You know I opened a wine shop in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and the sword immortals did not drink on credit. And there were only three snow coins? This deal
If you don’t do business, it will be a huge loss.”
Shuangjiang turned around, sneakily took out an embroidered handkerchief that looked like something from a boudoir, gently laid it on the ground, and twirled out a long-cherished treasure with his fingers.
On the embroidered handkerchief, ripples trembled, and Shuangjiang twisted out an extremely long narrow knife. Shuangjiang changed from twisting the handle to holding the knife with both hands, and the top of the scabbard pressed against the embroidered handkerchief.
It's even taller than the child-like alien demon.
Shuangjiang put away the embroidered handkerchief, stood up, stood on tiptoes, stretched out his hand to push the knife out of the sheath, and the light suddenly bloomed, with five colors, as gorgeous as Danxia.
The handle of the knife is wrapped with fine golden silk thread, and the round handguard of the narrow knife is exquisite. There is a string of golden ancient seal inscriptions outside the ring. The light flows like the moon, the sky is clear and the water is discernible. It is eternal and eternal, and it illuminates the soul. Finally.
The second word is "Zhankan".
After Shuangjiang pushed the knife into its sheath, he held the knife in both hands, "How? I will use this knife to exchange the answer with Ancestor Yin Guan."
Chen Pingan stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Okay."
Shuangjiang handed the narrow knife to Chen Pingan without hesitation.
Chen Ping'an held the knife across his knees, it was very heavy. He held the knife in one hand, and pressed the fingers of the other hand together against the handle. He slowly pushed the knife out of the sheath, looked at it intently, but quickly pushed it back, remembering the "not unfamiliar"
With the word "Zhankan", he asked doubtfully: "Is it an execution object used in the ancient Zhanlongtai?"
Shuangjiang squatted aside and nodded: "That's not the case! It's just that before it was left behind, it was a little damaged. I guess I chopped off the heads of many evil dragons and evil dragons, so the evil spirit is a bit heavy. Anyway, the ancestor of Yinguan is not worried about this, I
Just think of it as a treasured sword to give to heroes! There is a saying that this thing is not the best on the dragon-slaying platform. But now in the vast world, it is still very easy for the military monks of the upper five realms to fight for their heads."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Gift?"
Shuangjiang immediately slapped himself in the face and changed his words: "Sell!"
Chen Pingan held the blade with both hands and said softly: "I don't even know the answer. I'm not going to lie to you."
Frost is like being struck by lightning.
Chen Ping'an raised the knife's length and said, "When I do business, I have always been a child without any deception. I deserve it, so I will pay it back to you."
Both of them were speechless.
You should give me the fucking knife back.
It turns out that Chen Pingan raised the knife a little, but there was nothing more to say. Shuangsheng couldn't snatch it away. The key was to look at the posture of the Yinguan Ancestor. His fingers were clenched tightly, and it didn't look like he would let go. Shuangsheng would not be polite.
sentence, because once you are polite, the other party will definitely not be polite.
Chen Pingan threw the narrow knife to the demon outside, "This is for the sake of helping me leave something close at hand at the door."
Otherwise, he would have to go to the pavilion building naked, and he would encounter the twister on the way.
Shuangjiang stood up with a knife in his hand and asked: "Is it such a small thing? Is it worth exchanging such a good knife that I already have?"
Chen Pingan stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "A small summer coin. It's a good sign that the door is open."
The frost passed over the narrow knife, and the sky was filled with joy.
Chen Ping'an stood up, holding his sword on the left side of his waist, and walked slowly without returning to the prison.
Shuangjiang asked: "You have already thought about entering the Far Traveling Realm first, and then refining your natal items, so that you can also improve your martial arts luck. Is that why you are not so anxious about sewing?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "I actually didn't think about it that much. With you by my side, I had been deliberately restraining my thoughts before."
Shuangjiang knelt down on his knees, threw himself to the ground, beat the ground with his fists, and howled like crazy, "What a sin I have done."
Chen Ping'an didn't find it funny, but instead felt worried.
Transform into demons, do whatever you want, pure freedom.
A ray of sword light arrived in an instant, hovering not far in front of Chen Pingan, and then swept towards the thatched cottage in the stream.
The criminal officer took the initiative to invite you to your home?
Chen Pingan traveled far and wide with the wind for the first time in the eighth realm of martial arts.
Shuanglai stood next to Chen Pingan and whispered: "This sword pill that the prison officer gave to Du Shanyin when he was blind is worth a small sum of money."
Whether it is the sword pills refined by the criminal officer or the narrow sword that Chen Ping'an has just acquired, they are both priceless treasures of the immortal family. However, in the transaction between him and the demon outside, the settlement method is different. In the prison, opportunities and treasures are everywhere.
They all have it, Shuangjiang's Ascension Realm life is more valuable. Chen Ping'an once heard that there is an extremely hidden demonic sect in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, which trades with others and only takes the most precious thing in the other person's heart, which can be a loved one.
For women, it may even be a certain kind of persistence, a certain principle, for example, the person who cherishes his life the most must give up that life in exchange.
Chen Ping'an floated down over the grape trellis, and the Sword Immortal Judge, who still didn't show his true face, stood in the green green and said: "We are leaving here, say hello to Yin Guan, the two ancestors incarnated by Qian
Woman, you can choose one of them and stay with you."
Chen Ping'an said: "No reward for no merit."
The criminal officer said: "I have been living here for a long time, but it is boring after all. Yin Guan Wenquan, sword making, and refining things. I have watched a few good shows, and I should have something to say. In addition, the most important thing is that they are more interested in you.
They are all close to each other, and they all voluntarily serve the hermit officials, but Du Shanyin will need one of them to assist him in his future practice, otherwise you can take them all away."
On the other side of the stone table, the woman in clothes and the servant girl in gauze were reluctant to leave, but they looked at the young hermit official and smiled happily, their bright eyes shining.
Hearing this, Chen Ping'an suddenly realized, and somewhat understood why this cloud-shrouded criminal swordsman was inexplicably unwelcome to him.
money.
Most of the Taoist cultivators in the world look at every blessed land in the cave and see it as money from gods. Especially those who do not know that there is a blessed land beyond the sky, they are the least valuable in the eyes of the immortals.
Chen Ping'an was too lazy to explain anything. He shook his head and said, "The criminal officer had better take them with him."
The executioner was even more straightforward, and with the magical power in his sleeves, he put away the hut stream, the flower cup on the grape rack, and the white jade table and stone bench, and traveled far away with his sword, followed by Du Shanyin and the girl Huansha.
But the girl who broke the clothes was left behind. She sent a blessing to Chen Ping'an. She was graceful and graceful.
Chen Ping'an was not pretentious. He couldn't just grab the woman and throw her to the executioner, so he bowed his hands in salute to her, then looked in the direction of the white jade table and said softly: "Not even a stool will be left."
No chance to pick up rags at all.
When you accept gifts from others, you will inevitably owe them favors. When Bao Fengzhai picks up leaks, he keeps his head tied to his belt and earns money based on his ability.
The woman who was born from gold and copper coins smiled more and more after hearing this, and said softly: "This slave has a humble name and will live long. If the master doesn't like this name, just give the slave a name. I will only be honored."
Extremely."
Chen Pingan turned around, waved his hand, and smiled with the woman: "Fellow Taoist Changsheng, you and I will be equals from now on. To be honest, I do have a place to go. It's called Lotus Root Blessed Land in Aquarius Continent, which is suitable for Taoist friends."
I have lived and practiced for a long time. It’s just up to my Taoist friends’ wishes where they will go after they leave the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and whether they want to go to the Lotus Root Blessed Land or not.”
The woman blinked her eyes and raised her hand. In all directions, there were many corpses of gods scattered everywhere, and the huge and decaying bodies were constantly broken and broken into pieces. Then, there were golden sand grains that connected into lines, and finally gathered around the woman in clothes.
, like a golden mountain, as big or small as the Dragon-Zhanping Cliff in Ning Mansion.
Shuangjiang reminded softly: "This golden mountain, in the Qingming world, is enough to refine the golden bodies of three or four river gods and Shuixian Mansion Lords. In the blessed land of Yinguan Ancestor, after all, it is only a middle-class
In this blessed land, there will only be more golden bodies and gods."
Chen Pingan tried his best to hold back his laughter, but in the end he couldn't hold it back. He cupped his fists and said, "Okay, I sincerely ask fellow Taoist Changshou to go to Aquarius Continent as a guest, and at least be a registered worshiper with few restrictions."
The golden sand that the remains of the gods were polished by the long river of time finally slowly attached themselves to the clothes of the woman who was wearing clothes, and there was no difference at all.
Chen Pingan believed deeply in his heart that wealth should not be exposed, and that was how it should be. He was indeed a member of the same group. The white-haired boy next to him who swaggered around the city and showed off everywhere was incomparable.
She asked curiously: "Master Yinguan, won't you return home?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Let's talk about it."
She asked no more questions.
It's as if she still considers herself a maid.
Chen Pingan then wandered alone, but before parting, she put her finger to her forehead, took out a gold and copper coin, and handed it to Chen Pingan.
Shuangjiang took the woman to pick up the treasure, and the two sides calculated it. Shuangjiang initially planned to find it by herself. Of course, it was all her own. What she found was divided equally between the two parties. She never thought that the stinky bitch with a filthy state would borrow it from someone.
She actually wanted a 50-50 share of the dog courage given to her. However, her realm cultivation level was not worth mentioning, but it was the ancestral money of gold and copper coins. Even if she was killed by herself and transformed into a Dharma form, Chen Ping'an would still pocket it.
The golden copper coin was manifested, and when the time came to complain and blow the wind on the pillow, Shuang Jiang felt that he couldn't bear it. With Chen Ping'an's temper, he liked to haggle over such small things, and nine times out of ten he would directly
Ask Chen Qingdu to chop himself to death with a sword. Shuang Sheng could only talk to her kindly, and finally talked about the four-to-six split. Shuang Sheng made a small profit, but she felt more tired than having to pester the old deaf child for eighty years.
Unexpectedly, she was still dissatisfied and murmured sadly that the slave was really useless, causing the master to lose 10% of his income.
Shuang Jiang almost knelt down and kowtowed to this aunt.
Chen Ping'an came to the sea of clouds that naturally gave birth to water-borne raindrops. He lay on the sea of clouds, folded his hands on his abdomen, closed his eyes and rested.
Mustard seed mind, traveling around.
Finally, in the small world of the human body, Chen Ping'an came to the shore of the Heart Lake. With a little excitement, an unusually stable and unusual arch bridge appeared.
The real body has been sleeping soundly on the clouds.
Chen Ping'an's mind is standing at one end of the Immortality Bridge. As long as he crosses the bridge and reaches the other end, there should be another Dongfu realm Qi practitioner between heaven and earth.
The little golden man riding a fire dragon came to Chen Pingan's mind, crossed his arms across his chest, and raised his head.
The fire dragon under the seat has grown vigorously after tempering its martial arts. If the fire dragon was only the size of a slender chopstick before, it is now as thick as an arm and has an overwhelming aura.
Chen Pingan said softly: "Don't curse."
The little golden man sneered: "Don't you keep scolding yourself? I'm so tired of scolding you that I can't help but listen."
Chen Pingan said: "It is said that manpower will eventually be exhausted. The key point is that I have always believed in this, so it makes no sense to scold him, right?"
The golden man said: "You are afraid that you will not be able to leave, that you will become the second Chen Qingdu, and at the same time you are not as capable as Chen Qingdu. You are afraid that we will never see each other again. For the first time in your life, you are afraid of everything you do.
I won’t be able to give anything in return from my side.”
Chen Ping'an jumped up and down a few times, then used his fists to hit the palms of his hands, and then performed a set of bastard punches. Finally, he stretched out his hand to exhale and looked at the arch bridge, "Everyone does this, there is nothing to be embarrassed about."
The golden man was silent for a moment, and then used some curse words to express comfort.
Listening to the long-lost dialect of his hometown town, Chen Pingan suddenly became happy. His eyes were as clear as the stream in his hometown, and a little sad like the little fish that flicked its tail and ran into the water plants, never to be seen again.
Finally, Chen Pingan mentally exited the small world, stood up from the sea of clouds, and headed for the prison entrance against the wind.
Crossing the bridge is not an urgent matter. We will wait until the martial arts of the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the Savage World are completely refined and fully integrated into the human body, mountains and rivers.
It's time to escape from the cave realm.
When the cave is opened, the small world and the big world are connected, and the abundant spiritual energy of the prison world mixed with the strong sword intent will flow into the major key Qi palaces.
It's just that the pain of flesh and soul may be regarded as a daunting path by ordinary Qi practitioners in the lower five realms, as a threshold of life and death that is extremely difficult to cross, but to Chen Ping'an, it is really nothing.
Chen Pingan passed by the cage this time, and the great demon Yunqing showed up again, with a smile on his face, and joked: "I was lucky in martial arts before, but now I am refining the treasure of the corpse of the gods, and I have to congratulate the hidden official again. When I reach the cave realm, I will also
I'm a little busy to congratulate you again. Fortunately, we're not in a wild world, otherwise I would have to give out three gifts just to celebrate."
Chen Ping'an stopped and said with a smile: "In the vast world, the presence of a god from the top of the mountain in the Five Realms is the best gift."
Yun Qing looked at the narrow knife and praised, "What a good knife."
Chen Pingan put his palm against the handle of the knife and said, "It's heavy, it's really a good knife."
Yun Qing sighed: "It seems that there are not many opportunities to talk to Yin Guan."
Chen Ping'an said in a deep voice: "It would be a great pity to meet Senior Yun Qing in the vast world."
Yun Qing smiled and said: "Not in a barbaric world, it would be a pity to invite a hidden official to drink fine wine. The scenery on my old mountain top is superb."
The white-haired boy returned home with a full load, and the woman beside him lived a long life.
With her here, it is easy to get the golden sand. What needs more efforts from Shuangjiang are the remaining things from the corpses of ancient demons. They are scattered and very laborious. The treasures of heaven and earth are very spiritual and will not be like gods.
The remains and the bones of the great demon refused to move. Even if Shuang Sheng tried his best to search for them, it would be very troublesome. Fortunately, the woman was indeed the incarnation of Ancestor Qian. She had great luck, and the final harvest exceeded Shuang Sheng's expectations.
That's it. Later, after gaining experience, Shuang Jiang deliberately stayed away from her. When she encountered the opportunity, he said hello to him. He pounced forward and worked conscientiously to capture those heavenly and earthly treasures that were running around like swordsmen and flying swords.
The two sides agreed that today they would just dig the ground in one direction. From now on, they would go to one place every day and do a rough search in at least ten days. In the next ten days, they would check and fill in the gaps.
It was the first time for the woman to enter this prison, so she was inevitably curious.
The great demon Qingqiu saw the woman beside Chen Pingan. She was quiet, soft and beautiful. She clicked her tongue and said: "Master Yin Guan is so beautiful, but the taste is a bit too strong. First it was a skinned woman, and now it's changed to
This is not a real spirit with flesh and blood, Lord Yin Guan, what's the matter with you? Isn't there a seven-tailed fox demon in prison? If I remember correctly, there are still several other female monks, and these are not enough for you.
food?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "You are almost dead, can't you say a few nice words?"
The big demon, whose true form was the green loach, sneered: "It's just you? Plus that broken knife? If you stretch out your neck and let you chop it, can you chop it?"
Chen Pingan pushed the knife out of its sheath, "Let's try it?"
The great demon Qingqiu instantly disappeared into the fog barrier.
Shuangjiang laughed heartily.
The woman had a long life, so she said goodbye and left. The filth and evil atmosphere in the prison was too strong, and she did not want to continue to visit.
When they came to the twisting core, Chen Pingan waited for her to pull out a weft thread and said, "I'll lend you the magic knife."
Nuxin handed the French knife in his hand to Chen Pingan.
After Chen Ping'an took the sword, he smiled and said: "In our hometown, when giving scissors or hatchets to others, the tip of the knife will be pointed toward you."
Nuxin ignored it and asked: "Decided?"
Chen Pingan nodded, and first took out the cyan talisman paper that carried the text on the golden urn and jade book. Because there were too many and heavy words, the paper looked uneven.
Chen Ping'an spread out the talisman paper in one hand and held a short knife in the other hand. He pierced his heart and made a Qi practitioner's heart blood drop by drop fall from the tip of the knife onto the talisman paper. Then he used Biyou Mansion Water Temple to
The water refining technique, controlling blood drops, is like writing a sutra in small regular script, stroke by stroke, with regular rules and full of spirit, and finally "writes" a deed interpretation letter, the content is concise, the meaning is simple but the wording is precise.
Especially when signing the name at the end, a piece of natal aura was peeled off from the three souls and seven souls and injected into the name "Chen Ping'an".
Chen Pingan handed the magic knife back to Nian Xin.
Nian Xin took the sword and frowned, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have revealed this to you."
When she first met this young hermit official, she was very confused as to why he was so entangled with the dragon clan. Later, after putting some effort into it and chatting with the demon outside, she uncovered a shocking incident.
Secret matter. Chen Pingan has a deeply hidden contract. Both parties have equal status and are not masters and servants, but their lives are at stake. The effect is similar to the contract between ordinary mountain monks when they form a couple with gods and immortals. Of course
Chen Pingan's deed did not involve any love, and the person who wrote it could be said to have taken advantage of it, with almost no restrictions.
Chen Ping'an's face was pale, but he seemed relieved to have settled a huge karmic grudge.
Not only for myself, I want peace of mind, but also for my student to be able to put his best efforts into Aquarius Continent.
Shuangjiang squatted aside and said regretfully: "Ancestor Yin Guan has made a huge loss in this business. He shouldn't be so cheerful. If it were me, he would rip off a lot of money."
Chen Ping'an handed the talisman paper to the demon outside and said: "That means I knew it too late, otherwise I should have done it long ago. Shuangjiang, you give it to the old deaf man. After he left the prison, he gave it to Fengxue Temple
Wei Jin, to help send it to Aquarius Island, it can only be handed over to a man named Cui Dongshan."
Shuangjiang said with a smile, "Let's give the twisting core to the old deaf child. They just became relatives."
Chen Pingan twitched the corners of his mouth and kept his original posture.
You know that this demon incarnation has long recognized the foot of this talisman with rich cyan light.
Shuangjiang raised his hands and said, "Don't tempt me. I won't touch this talisman to my death. Otherwise, if I'm not careful, I will be plotted by you again and my centuries-old Taoism will be damaged."
When the demon outside is called Grandpa Yinguan or Patriarch Yinguan, he usually speaks the truth.
Chen Pingan then handed the talisman paper to Twisting Core.
The twisting core disappeared in a flash, and was handed over to the old deaf child, and returned in a flash. She said: "Thankfully I left early, the old deaf child was just about to leave the prison."
Nuxin thought about some of the words, but still didn't say them out. Originally, he wanted to persuade Chen Ping'an to hurry up about killing demons and sewing clothes. But when the words came to his lips, Nuxin still gave up.
Chen Pingan nodded, went to the pavilion building, sat alone, hugging his knees.
Shuangjiang stood on the steps in the distance, looking at the building and that person.
This is where the young man's state of mind manifests.
So Chen Qing went to De Xingting, and even Nian Xin could go if he wanted to, because deep down in Chen Ping'an's heart, he recognized Nian Xin as a man in the devil's path, but he, the demon incarnation, was absolutely not allowed.
.
The sky is round and the place is a row of pavilions.
The basis is those big and small truths that Chen Pingan wholeheartedly recognizes.
The four pavilion pillars represent the four fundamental threads that Chen Pingan gradually used for his own use during his life journey.
The top of the pavilion symbolizes the Great Sword Immortal that Chen Pingan has longed for.
When young people look at life, the people they meet are like temporary guests in a pavilion. Sooner or later, they have to say goodbye to them, some say hello, and some do not say hello.
He stayed where he was, like the pavilion, willing to do small things to protect people from wind and rain.
Shuangjiang shouted loudly: "Ancestor Yin Guan, does your beloved girl know about this contract?"
Chen Pingan came to his senses instantly and pretended to be calm: "This contract is none of my business."
Shuang Jiang jumped up high and stretched out his thumb, "Ancestor Yin Guan, you talk confidently and sincerely, especially a scholar!"