Rural Shennong

Xu Xinyi didn't feel nervous at all.

She said indifferently: "It's expected, ever since Jialan told me that the winery will change hands, I have been prepared."

"Actually, at the restaurant, as long as your wine can be served in time, there will be no problem."

"After all, our best dishes are unmatched by our competitors."

"We also have a fixed customer base."

"If there is no problem with your wine, we will survive."

Chen Ping nodded: "That's good."

"Don't work too late, pay more attention to rest."

After leaving the restaurant, Chen Ping returned to Shuiyunjian with his two brothers and a newly recruited apprentice.

Chen Ping's Shuiyunjian No. 32 has a large area and a lot of empty rooms.

It is more than enough to settle down Duan Pei Long and Butcher Qiang.

It was too late, and everyone had drunk, Chen Ping was not in a hurry to teach martial arts.

He just gave Sha Zhuqiang a drop of psychic liquid, and then went to Liu Yixin's place.

Chen Ping seldom comes to Shuiyunjian these days.

Liu Yixin just lay down, when she saw Chen Ping coming, she was overjoyed: "Why are you back?"

Chen Ping took off his coat, laughed and said, "I'm not welcome?"

Liu Yixin rolled his eyes at him: "The smell of alcohol is so bad, go take a bath."

"Snapped!"

Chen Ping slapped Liu Yixin's ass: "It's against the sky, isn't it?"

Liu Yixin refused: "You are a stinky man."

Chen Ping slapped him again: "How dare you talk back?

"Snapped!"

This slap made Liu Yixin cover her buttocks, and looked at him with watery eyes: "You are stinky, you are stinky!"

"If you have the ability, you can kill me!"

"Snapped!"

The battle broke out very suddenly, and the bedroom was in a mess.

The battlefield turned from the bedroom to the bathroom, and then back to the bedroom, and it was not until more than half an hour later that the soldiers stopped.

With a satisfied smile on her face, Liu Yixin fell into a deep sleep.

Chen Ping was sweating all over, and he was completely awake from the wine.

He hurriedly took a shower, took out a piece of leopard vine and put it in his mouth, and started to practice.

At the wine table today, I heard that Hua Biao and Mao Ting's razor gang had a conflict.

Although he was no longer afraid of Mao Ting with his current cultivation, Chen Ping still had an inexplicable sense of urgency.

At the entrance of a piece of leopard vine, the medicinal power turned into warm currents, flowing down the throat, nourishing Chen Ping's muscles, bones and meridians.

The muscles in his body entered a state of rhythmic breathing again.

Chen Ping sat cross-legged all night.

When the first rays of sunlight fell on Chen Ping from the window, Chen Ping suddenly opened his eyes and muttered to himself, "External strength is great!"

He stood up slowly and punched the sun.

"call!"

The fist turned into an afterimage, causing a somewhat piercing whistling sound.

"Sure enough, it is several times stronger than the mid-term Wai Jin!"

Chen Ping felt that the [-] pores in his body were full of strength, and he could kill a cow with just a single punch.

If Bao Chong saw Chen Ping's current state, his eyes would pop out of their sockets.

How long has Chen Ping been practicing?When he first met Chen Ping, he hadn't yet mastered external strength.

How many outstanding warriors, who are called geniuses, can't cultivate to the level of the late stage of external strength within two or three months. Two or three years is considered a miracle.

But Chen Ping himself didn't think there was anything unusual about it.

He has received the inheritance of the most holy Nuwa of the human race, his body has undergone earth-shaking transformation, and he has top-level skills such as the Changqing Jue and the assistance of spiritual liquid, and the leopard-print rattan is enough.

If Chen Ping still can't make rapid progress in martial arts, then he might as well find a rope and hang himself to death.

Chen Ping closed his eyes, took a few long and deep breaths, and slowly withdrew the aura of a martial artist in the late stage of external strength.

This is another benefit of the Evergreen Art, as long as Chen Ping doesn't use his full strength, it will be difficult for other warriors to see the depth of his cultivation.

"I'm already a martial artist in the late stage of Wai Jin. I wonder if I can get more martial arts inheritance."

Thinking of this, Chen Ping's consciousness sank into the inheritance space in his mind. There was still a cloud of fog, but it was lighter than before.

Chen Ping tried to concentrate and explore the fog.

But as soon as he started to explore, he felt a pain like a needle prick in his head.

Chen Ping groaned in pain, and knelt on the ground half-kneeling while covering his forehead, his face was as pale as paper: "Is it still not possible?"

"It seems that my cultivation is not enough!"

Chen Ping did not continue with Cheng Qiang. Anyway, the first half of the Evergreen Jue that he has learned now is enough for him to become a martial arts master.

When Chen Ping regained his strength and walked to the front house, Duan Peilong and Hua Biao had already woken up.

Butcher is on the phone.

"I stayed with my master last night."

"My master, oh, it's Mr. Chen. He has accepted me as his apprentice. I want to practice martial arts with him."

Butcher's tone was a little anxious: "How is it possible? Who did I learn from? If I go out and mess around, I'll be struck by lightning!"

Chen Ping walked over and held out his hand: "Is it your wife's phone? I'll tell her."

After listening to Chen Ping's explanation, Zhao Xuemei believed Sha Zhuqiang's words.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ping patted Sha Zhuqiang on the shoulder: "Go back and sell your pork shop."

"From now on, you can concentrate on practicing martial arts with me, and you don't have to worry about food and drink."

Butcher nodded: "Good master, I will follow your orders."

Even if there is no pork shop, Shazhuqiang is not worried about having no money to spend.

His wife, Zhao Xuemei, is now the director of Chenxi Pharmaceutical Factory, with a monthly salary of more than 2 yuan, and a monthly bonus, which is enough to support the family, and it is impossible for Chen Ping to treat him badly.

In fact, Chen Ping was also somewhat uncertain.

Butcher's roots are excellent, he is a good seed for martial arts, and has been transformed by spiritual liquid, his foundation is absolutely fine.

But Chen Ping didn't know how his comprehension was.

In case this guy's brain is not sharp and his understanding of martial arts is not good, then Chen Ping has nothing to do.

After teaching for a whole morning, Chen Ping's heart was in his stomach.

Butcher's comprehension is not bad at all. Basically, Chen Ping said it twice, and he can understand it, and he is very hardworking.

Even if his face was grim and he gritted his teeth because of the pain in some movements, he could not yell out the pain.

Bao Chong, who just came to visit, didn't feel anything at first.

He even thought that Chen Ping was working hard for nothing.

Butcher is so old, he has already passed the age of laying the foundation, and there will be no development in the future.

But after observing for a while, Bao Chong overturned his previous thoughts.

His envious eyes turned green, and he wished he could snatch Sha Zhuqiang from Chen Ping and become his apprentice.

Butcher is a piece of jade in the rough, and Bao Chong can't even see where his upper limit is.

When Chen Ping put down Sha Zhuqiang and let him practice by himself, Bao Chong couldn't wait to go over to help guide him.

There is no problem with Butcher Qiang, but it is Duan Peilong who has a problem.