life in ancient gods

Chapter 43
The streets of Chengdong City in Jinling are full of pedestrians, and the business is prosperous.

Martial arts practice prevailed in Daye Dynasty, in a crowded martial arts gym large enough to hold five hundred martial arts apprentices.

The three or four hundred martial arts disciples in the martial arts hall are orderly and orderly practicing the boxing techniques taught to them by the martial arts master.

Outside the gate, a crying young man dressed in a gorgeous brocade suddenly broke in. He ran to a middle-aged man in brocade with his hands in his hands, and cried out with a choked voice, "Father, woo woo...someone...someone beat you!" Chi'er..."

All the martial disciples who were practicing boxing in the martial arts hall all looked at the young master in unison when they heard the cry.

They looked at the weeping young man and wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. This is the eldest son of their Qingyang martial arts master, Gong Liangchi.

But when they heard that Gongliangchi was beaten, everyone couldn't help showing a bit of surprise on their faces, and whispered among themselves.

"Hey... I didn't expect that Gongliangchi is used to being arrogant and never takes us seriously. Now someone has finally taken the initiative to teach him a lesson. It's really satisfying."

"Yeah, he relied on his father as the owner of the gym, and once he even said that he hurt someone. If I hadn't paid the money, and I didn't learn or quit, I would not practice martial arts in this martial arts gym. Now I am beaten Yes, you really deserve it! Bah."

"...Mmm, I'm talking... I don't know who or what young master helped us vent our anger. We must invite him to drink if we have a chance."

"Hey, I'm afraid that the young master has offended this kid, he can't eat wine, he wants to eat fists..."

The martial disciples whispered among each other while watching Gongliangchi crying, clutching his waist and being beaten, not to mention how happy he was.

Gong Liangchi cried to the middle-aged man in brocade clothes in front of him with snot and tears.

The middle-aged man in brocade clothes, named Gong Liangzhuo, was burly, tall and heroic. Hearing his son Gong Liangchi's cry, he clenched his veined fists.

Seeing that his father was angry, Gong Liangchi cried even more vigorously, sobbing so hard that the whole martial arts hall echoed his cries, "Father, you must show such anger for Chi'er, Chi'er's His waist was almost broken by Su Ping'an's kick."

Gong Liangzhuo traveled around the world with a set of unique skills passed down from his family. When he was young, he often signed life-and-death contracts with people for life-and-death duels. He killed not only fifteen but also twenty heroes in the world.

It's just that when I'm old, I don't have to do the life-and-death duel with the knife and blood.

After he got married, he raised money to open a small martial arts school in Jinling City, and secretly trained disciples. He had many interactions with knights and knights. After more than ten years of marriage, his son grew up, and his small martial arts school became the center of Jinling City. One of the best martial arts gyms with a great reputation.

He has also trained hundreds of warriors.

His eldest apprentice is even a member of the officialdom, not only capable of both civil and military skills, but also obedient to his master, Gong Liangzhuo.

Gong Liangzhuo patted his son's shoulder twice, and comforted him: "Don't worry, that kid surnamed Su has the guts of a leopard, and dared to hit my Gong Liangzhuo's son, he really never died."

When Gong Liangchi heard his father's words, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and he said in his heart: "Hmph, Su Ping'an, it looks like you're still alive!"

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"Ha Qiu...Ha Qiu" Su Pingan lay down on the couch in the backyard room and had a nightmare. When he woke up, he sneezed twice.

"His uncle, is it possible that someone is scolding me?" Su Pingan cursed secretly.

He slept from day to night, it was late at night, the room was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.

He got up and put on his riding boots and fumbled to light the candle on the table.

The candlelight like beans gradually brightened the dark wing room.

The air was a bit cold, Su Pingan took out the gold silk soft armor in the warehouse and put it on the black robe that Li Yinger gave him.

After getting up, he felt a little thirsty and picked up the kettle on the table, but there was no water at all.

On weekdays, the two little maids, Han Ling'er and Han Xue'er, boiled a pot of tea and sent it to Su Ping'an's room before going to bed at night.

It's just that Su Ping'an went to bed early this afternoon, but the two little maids didn't dare to disturb her, so they didn't come to the wing where Su Ping'an lived to bring tea.

There's nothing I can do, I'm very thirsty, I have to go to the kitchen to boil some water to drink.

He walked out of the wing room and saw that there was not even a little light in the yard.

In the middle of the night, everyone in the house was asleep, not to mention the moon in the silent night sky, not even half a star could be seen.

He couldn't help it, he was very thirsty, so he came to the kitchen, lit the charcoal in the stove, and then made a teapot of cold water, and put it on the stove that was gradually ignited.

In the kitchen, charcoal is used for cooking, boiling water and stir-frying. Although charcoal is expensive, Su Ping'an is not afraid of spending money. He buys the best furniture and daily necessities at home, which can be made with effort.

He now has an additional 6 taels of wealth, almost 11 taels. He plans to open a restaurant in Jinling City, or do other profitable business.

In the kitchen, he thought, looking at the coal fire on the stove and the cold water in the kettle.

But faintly heard footsteps approaching quickly.

Su Ping'an was puzzled. Hearing the footsteps were quick, it couldn't be the mother or the little sister, let alone the two little maids, Han Linger and Han Xueer.

Although Liu Xiaohui and Mengdie are his shadow guards, protecting him secretly, they are also human beings and they also need to sleep, so they cannot follow him secretly all the time.

Who could it be?

Just as he was thinking, he heard footsteps stagnating outside the kitchen, and the sound of drawing a sword out of its sheath pierced through the heart of the silent night.

The light from the charcoal fire in the kitchen stove shone on Su Ping'an's face. He swallowed, and a trace of nervousness flashed in his eyes.

Su Pingan took out a three-foot broad-edged sword from the storage in his hand.

With the weapon in hand, Su Pingan's face became less nervous.

He thought to himself: "... His uncle's, who is going to kill me?"

The footsteps slowly approached, getting closer and closer.

Su Pingan became more and more nervous, with his heart in his throat, holding a three-foot broad-bladed sword in his hand, and quietly hid in a corner of the dark place.

A tall figure wearing night clothes and a black scarf on his face appeared in front of the kitchen door. He was obviously a man. He looked into the kitchen, and the sword in his hand reflected the light of the carbon fire in the stove.

Su Ping'an hid in a dark corner and used his reconnaissance skills to take a look at the masked man.

Name:???
Attributes: Physique 43, Strength 41, Dexterity 61
Status: normal
It can be seen that the masked man's attribute is not much higher than his, but his agility is much faster than him.

Agility affects the speed of shots, that is to say, before he makes a shot, this person may have killed him.

(End of this chapter)