Four hundred and ninetieth chapters market lawsuit
Liu Qinghuan felt lost, watching the beautiful figure go away step by step, taking away some of his persistence.
Between a man and a woman, peace and happiness have never been achieved after they are in love. What we have experienced includes countless helplessness, forced compromises, worries about looking forward and backward, and responsibilities that cannot be avoided.
And his responsibility may have been determined from the moment Sansangmu chose him.
As time goes by, one day he will let go.
Or, one day they will meet again.
He told himself this, turned around and walked back to his residence step by step.
He had already done his part in reinforcing Sao Feng Continent. As for the alliance's decision, he was not prepared to get involved any more.
Now his cultivation level has been forcibly instilled by Sansangmu to reach the Great Perfection of the late stage of Jindan, but his state of mind has not yet reached it, so the premonition of having a baby has not come yet.
Ming Yangzi asked him to return to his sect for seclusion, not to let him practice, because his cultivation had reached a point where he could no longer improve, but actually to protect his safety.
Sansangmu appeared in the world before, so it was difficult to guarantee that this matter would not be noticed by anyone who was interested. After all, there were many people there that day, and most of the Nascent Soul monks in the Yin and Moon Blood Realm took advantage of the chaos to escape.
If the fact that he possesses the sacred tree is exposed, it will probably cause a big shock in the entire interface. People from other worlds will send a large number of people to fight for it, and there is no guarantee that there will be no disloyal people on their side.
Therefore, since he came out of the Wuyuqiu mine vein, he has been opening the mask given by Zhenjun Penghua, hiding his true cultivation level that has soared to the point of doubt.
From the early stage of the Golden Elixir to the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir, if you don't count the more than two hundred years he spent in Qianzhong Departure, it seemed to the outside world that it only took him less than a hundred years. This speed is really astonishing.
But Liu Qinghuan did not want to go back to the sect for retreat, because he had reached the level of cultivation but not the state of mind, and retreat had little effect on tempering the state of mind.
I really can't explain my state of mind, whether I have an epiphany in a single breath, a wasted thirty or fifty years, or a life of hardship.
Liu Qinghuan thought about it and decided to go to Eagle's Nest City with Mingyangzi's consent. It happened that there was a group of people on Qianye Mountain who wanted to rotate with the people on duty there, so he wouldn't look conspicuous among them.
The Eagle's Nest City is a place where you can know all the news on the front line in real time, but it is not involved in the war for the time being.
In the next few days, he took care of the things in his hands one by one, and then drank the teacher-respecting tea presented by Di Rou.
The ceremony was very simple. No outsiders were invited. In addition to Ming Yangzi, there were also Poison Lady and Yan Jing present.
After the two met, they sat on opposite sides and looked extremely polite, as if they were two strangers.
Poison Lady and Mu Yinyin were sworn sisters, so she was a little dissatisfied with him. If today was not the ceremony for her beloved daughter to become a disciple, she might not be willing to see him.
Yan Jing finally found some time and was about to go back soon. It was probably when the father and daughter recognized each other that the aloofness in him had been reduced a lot, and he looked at his daughter lovingly.
Liu Qinghuan put the tea cup he took a sip on on the table, took out a jade box, and handed it to Di Rou who was kneeling in front of him: "You are the first disciple I accept, and you may be the only one. Your skills
What I practice is the art of the shaman clan. I have never dabbled in this way, so I can't give you guidance. I'm often absent on weekdays, and I can't give you much care. But since you sincerely want to worship me as your teacher, I
I also feel that we have a relationship between master and disciple, so I have received your apprenticeship ceremony today. This box contains a defensive magic weapon, which was given to you by the master for self-defense."
Di Rou held the box and bowed it down again respectfully: "Thank you Master. Master has given me the grace to regenerate. If Master hadn't treated me that day, I would have turned into a cup of loess today. Therefore, Di Rou has always kept this in mind.
I dare not forget Master’s kindness in this life, I only hope to serve Master all the time.”
Liu Qinghuan smiled happily and said: "Get up and formally worship your master."
Ming Yangzi sat on the other side and watched everything with a smile.
After the simple apprenticeship ceremony, Liu Qinghuan stayed in Yandang Castle for a few more days, and then followed the team of monks on duty to reach the Eagle's Nest City through the teleportation circle.
After years of development, the Eagle's Nest City has doubled the size of the city. There are many mountains in the city, and pavilions and palaces can be seen everywhere. Near the southeast is a large piece of flat land, where a large number of shops and wide streets gather, but the people coming and going are...
Not as much as before.
Nowadays, most people from the entire Yunmengze Continent have gathered in the Eastern Wasteland, so the Eagle's Nest City, which used to be bustling with activity, seems much quieter, and the monks flying between the peaks seem to be in a hurry.
As soon as a monk accompanying the team came out of the teleportation circle, he took a deep breath and said loudly like he was venting: "Finally, I came out of that ghost place in Qianye Mountain!"
His words immediately attracted echoes: "Yes, we are really lucky not to die there."
"Ha, it's the turn of the guys who have been guarding the safe rear here to taste our experience. Now when I think of Qianye Mountain, I feel the smell of blood in my nose."
Everyone was filled with emotion, looking at the peaceful Eagle's Nest City, they all felt like they were in another world.
Liu Qinghuan did not come here with his true identity this time, but transformed into a middle-aged man with a simple and honest face, standing silently behind the crowd.
The leader was a Jindan monk from a small sect. He said: "Let's go and hand over the work first. Don't forget that we are not here to hang out. Everyone has a mission."
As he said that, he identified the direction: "Those who go to the city defense area come with me."
A dozen people stood up from behind and followed that person to the outskirts of the Eagle's Nest City.
After a while, the crowd dispersed, and soon, silence returned in front of the Teleportation Array Hall.
Liu Qinghuan made sure that there was no one behind him, and then he landed halfway up a mountain. He turned to a forest and came out again. His face changed again. He was of medium height, with plain features, and was wearing an inconspicuous blue gown.
Because he hid his identity, he naturally could not go to Wenshi's station in the city. Instead, he walked on the spacious streets while thinking about what to do next.
He didn't plan to go into seclusion and sharpen his mind, so he didn't plan to live in isolation. But suddenly he didn't have to fight with monks from other worlds, and he couldn't practice, which made him feel confused for a while and he couldn't find his direction.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. It seemed that his life was really miserable and boring. Apart from practicing and fighting, he didn't even know what to do.
As he was walking forward absentmindedly, a quarrel interrupted his thoughts.
At some point, he had walked to a small street. The ground was paved with bluestone pavement. On both sides were shops with low facades. The eaves stretched out, making the street appear even narrower.
A group of people gathered in front to watch the excitement, blocking most of the street, and fierce arguments could be heard from the store.
Liu Qinghuan slowly walked over and looked up to see the words "Qingfeng Teahouse" hanging on the lintel. It was just a storefront with a large area. There were eight or nine ordinary wooden tables in the hall, barely separated by curtains.
The space for the entrance and cafeteria is opened.
In the middle of the door, a wooden sign broken in half was thrown there, with two words on it: For Sale.
A short man with "thief eyebrows and rat eyes" written all over his face was shouting: "...I have prepared the spiritual stones, but now you say you won't sell them? That's not how business works!"
Two men in Chu clothes behind him echoed: "You yourself said you wanted to sell this teahouse, and you set the price yourself. If you refuse to sell it now, wouldn't it be bullying?"
"If you ask me, it would be great if someone wants this shabby place. If it weren't for the kindness of my brothers, who would buy it?"
Liu Qinghuan had nothing to do, so he simply stood still and prepared to listen to the lawsuit.
The young man on the fifth level of qi training opposite blushed and shouted: "My teahouse offers one hundred yuan for low-grade spiritual stones, but you are only willing to give out twenty yuan. You just want to buy and sell by force. Who is the bully?"
!Get out of here!"
The onlookers were probably from nearby businesses, gathering together to whisper and point.
The short man chuckled, glanced around indifferently, and said with a trace of sinisterness on his face: "Jiang Nian'en, don't forget that we are from the White Tiger Hall! You'd better hold this bag of spiritual stones, if you still want to die
If so! You still think that your dead mother is still here, but now no one will support you!"
The words of the three people were thrown at them, but they were just insults.
The young man's chest rose and fell violently, obviously suppressing his anger. He stood there with a gloomy expression, clenching his fists tightly, but did not say a word. Instead, he slowly calmed down and allowed the three people to scream.
Liu Qinghuan nodded secretly: There are countless injustices in this world. If you can't bear it, you can only endure it.
He didn't know how powerful the White Tiger Hall was, but this young man was obviously powerless and couldn't stand up to it. There were only two options before him, either to the death or to swallow his anger.
Although the death of a fish and the destruction of a net are momentary pleasures, it may lead to greater disasters. If you swallow your anger and discuss it later, you may not be able to avenge today's humiliation.
Liu Qinghuan just glanced at it and saw that this young man's spiritual qualifications were quite good, and now he seemed to have a very tough mind, much better than the three crooked melons and inferior jujubes opposite him. Given time, his future would be bright.
It's a pity to use these dirty methods.
Some of the onlookers were angry, some were afraid, and some were indifferent, but no one stood up.
Liu Qinghuan looked around and withdrew his gaze. Naturally, he was not prepared to stand up and shout for justice. First, there were too many such facts, and he was not a saint, so he couldn't deal with them. Second, everyone had their own problems.
He had blocked life for this young man today. If something similar happened to him in the future, could he continue to follow him?
You have to experience the ups and downs of life before you can understand it. And it seems that they can't fight. It's not a matter of life and death. If he interferes, he is nosy.
The young man finally raised his head and glanced at the three people opposite him one by one, as if he wanted to engrave their looks in his heart. He stretched out his hand and said, "Okay, this teahouse belongs to you, give me the spirit stone."
"
The short man flinched away from the glare, then took a step forward angrily, threw the storage bag behind him, maliciously took out a spiritual stone, and said: "What, you don't accept it? Just because
With your disrespectful attitude, I decided to take back what I said before."
He threw the low-grade spiritual stone in his hand at the young man, smiled proudly and contemptuously: "Take it and get out!"
Liu Qinghuan shook his head, it was not good to be too close.
As expected, the young man couldn't bear it any longer. A spiritual sword appeared on the ground in his hand, and he said bitterly: "Zheng Shiren, don't bully others too much!"
There was a crash, and the onlookers quickly stepped back, and the three people each took out their magical weapons, and their momentum instantly became tense!
The short man shouted: "Jiang Nian'en, do you still think that in the past, you had the support of your short-lived mother who was in the early stage of foundation building? Come on, offend me, White Tiger Hall, so that you can't leave the Eagle's Nest City!"
Liu Qinghuan grabbed the person next to him and asked: "Is private fighting allowed in Eagle's Nest City?"
The person he held shook off his hand unhappily, glanced at him warily, and said: "Of course not. But now the defense is empty, and these corners can't be controlled at all. By the time the monks patrolling the city arrive, the fight will be over.
Finished."
Liu Qinghuan frowned, and heard the short man still shouting: "When your mother Wu Yingbao was alive, she didn't dare to mess with our Baihu Hall, who do you think she is?"
Liu Qinghuan said "Hey", and the young man yelled: "Don't you scumbag mention my mother!" Then he rushed forward with his sword.
The three people here also showed their fierce looks. The short man controlled a short dagger with a poisonous blue light flashing on it, while one of the other two released a fireball technique and the other fired a string of water arrows.
Liu Qinghuan sighed. It seemed that he had to take care of it today if he didn't want to. But he hadn't seen the low-level monks fighting for a long time. When he saw these low-level spells, he couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth. With a wave of his hand, both parties turned in the opposite direction.
After falling out, even the onlookers staggered.
This turn of events caught everyone by surprise, and they looked around in a panic. The short man immediately jumped out and cursed: "What kind of grandson plotted against your grandfather!"
Their eyes quickly focused on Liu Qinghuan, because he was the only one still standing steadily.
Liu Qinghuan walked forward, waved his sleeves again, slapped the three people who got up and threw them out again, and said in a cold voice: "Noisy!"
In an instant, a trace of awe-inspiring aura swept away from him, but this time it was different from just falling out. How could the three people withstand it and fainted as if they had been hit hard.
He walked up to the young man and said condescendingly: "Your name."
The young man's eyes were full of surprise and fear, and he said with a trembling voice: "Back, senior, my name is Jiang Nian'en."
"What's your mother's name? What's your...grandfather's name?"
Jiang Nianen was stunned for a moment, probably because he didn't expect Liu Qinghuan to ask such a strange question. He calmed down and answered: "My mother's name is Wu Yingbao, and my grandfather's name is Wu Tianyong."
Liu Qinghuan sighed. It seemed that he had heard correctly. This young man was indeed the child of Wu Niuniu whom he had saved with Jixudan.
He has such a deep connection with the Wu family that he has met three generations of the family.
Jiang Nianen had already climbed up from the ground and asked cautiously: "Senior, who are you?" It's a little late today, sorry! I asked about the heroine yesterday and found that the feedback from readers was very enthusiastic, but the opinions were different. Yes.
Some people wonder why the male protagonist fell inexplicably in love with the female protagonist as soon as he saw it. Well, in fact, love at first sight does exist. However, in my book, it is not simply love at first sight. Careful people can actually tell from some details,
They have another connection. Haha, if you say it, it is a spoiler, so shut up. I can only say that the heroine will appear later, and the plot about her is relatively late, and it is a big plot. Well, I decided to keep this line
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