Sword comes

Most of the hermits and rangers in the world have eccentric temperaments, which cannot be speculated by common sense.

Chen Ping'an was not curious about the dark-clothed man who was hiding his secrets.

Just like the knife sharpener Liu Zong said earlier, the road under everyone's feet is so wide, it's not a small path, let alone a single-plank bridge, everyone walks their own way, there is nothing wrong with it.

Outside the inn, the slovenly man in the green shirt didn't go far, but actually squatted at the door outside the inn, with the skinny dog ​​lying beside him. The man turned his head and looked at the dog, feeling that his life was worse than that of it. I wanted to recite a poem, but I searched my stomach for a long time, but I couldn't come up with a masterpiece that was ridiculed by the little cripple as a "doggerel". The man comforted himself in his heart, it didn't matter, the writing is natural, you can get it by chance, don't force it.

The second floor of the inn.

Chen Ping hesitated, whether to invite Zhu Lian again.

The reason is that he wants to stay in the Daquan Dynasty for a while longer. There is only one Wei Xian by his side, and at most he can protect Pei Qian, and it is difficult to help him. Mistake in busy schedule.

After Chen Ping successfully invited Wei Xian out of one scroll, he never touched the second one. It was not because he felt sorry for Gu Yuqian. Eleven grain rain coins were exchanged for a founding emperor of the Nanyuan Kingdom. Enemy, once No.1 in the world, Chen Ping'an can control it even if he doesn't steal the music.

At that time, the reason why the bottom line was determined on the ten grain rain coins was not that Chen Pingan felt that Wei Xian and his ilk were only worth this price, but that at that time, he was afraid of the old Taoist who seemed to be in a bad mood when he met for the last time. I'm sorry, old Taoists are neither bad manners nor disgusting, Chen Ping can't keep gambling.

Grain Rain money, after all, is the rarest of the three kinds of fairy money, one piece is equivalent to a million taels of silver, a small mountain of silver, the Dali Dynasty after the annexation of the Lu Dynasty, is known as the most powerful national power in the north of Aquarius Continent, one The annual tax is only 6000 million taels of silver.Of course, this is just the silver put on the table by Dali Song.

Chen Ping's inaction these days is because of the unusual meaning in the words of the little boy who is carrying the golden sword-raising gourd. That guy is clearly trying to trick himself, and in the painting of Wu Crazy Zhu Lian superior.The old Taoist probably dug a small hole for Chen Pingan out of face, while the little Taoist dug a big hole with all his strength.

Chen Pingan piled up the remaining Guyu coins at hand, twisted one up, and gently threw it into the scroll.

Clouds and mists rise, never tire of watching.

In the lobby on the first floor, the old man on the other side of the curtain knocked on the cigarette rod, stood up, came to the counter, and glanced outside the door, "That down-and-out scholar is not simple."

The woman fiddled with her abacus absently, "Third Master, how many times have you nagged me. I know it well, and I won't seriously provoke him."

The old man rested his elbows on the counter, swallowed his clouds, and said in a deep voice: "If you really like it, then remarry. If your father doesn't agree, I will support you later."

The woman stomped her feet and said angrily, "Third Master, what are you talking about? How can I like him?"

The old man said indifferently: "Isn't that good? Although I don't know the origin, I can't see the depth of the young people. On the border of Daquan, if there are a few clean-shaven beards, maybe they can still make do with their appearance. "

The woman directly ignored the latter sentence, lifted her chin, and nodded towards Chen Pingan's room upstairs, "How many third masters can there be, this young foreign guest in a white robe and a red gourd, together with that Personal servants, look at the heights and depths, right? Inside and outside the store, there will be three at once."

The old man said with a stern face that he was going back to the kitchen to cook some food for himself, and reward the Wu Zang Temple, "Being kind as a donkey's liver and lungs deserves to be a widow for so many years."

The woman had already gotten used to the old man's temper, so she called out softly to the old man, "No matter what, the three people upstairs are all benefactors, don't make up your own mind and drug people, those two rangers last time stripped you naked." The clothes were thrown at the gate of Hu'er Town overnight, and the two elders were so good that you turned them into yellow flower girls, and almost hanged themselves."

The old man twitched his lips and said: "It's not the master who is full of evil. Why should I give medicine to others. I'm afraid that you will give medicine to the empress, and you will be fascinated and do whatever you want."

The woman waved her hand as a gesture, "A dog can't spit out ivory."

The old man likes to be serious, "Go and ask that Wangcai outside the door, can it spit out ivory?"

The woman retorted, "I'm not a dog, and I can't chat with Wangcai, unlike you."

The old man lit the woman with a cigarette stick, "Whoever takes a fancy to you in the future will not be able to hold down the coffin boards of his ancestors."

The woman doesn't care about these words. She has been in the market and run the inn for so many years, entertaining guests from all over the world. Her words are full of meat, knives, and vinegar. She has never seen anything before. She lowered her voice, "That big monster, should It’s not like he was killed by this person.”

The old man shook his head, "If it's really the number one general under the command of the Pine Needle Lake Water God, hehe, only the earth immortals can have such extraordinary abilities. Although this idle scholar is definitely not simple, he is not so strong. It's not like the academy. A few old masters who have done great learning. Those Confucian sages, who have done such a righteous deed, will not hide their beginnings and tails, and there is no need to deliberately conceal their wrongdoing."

The woman was lost in thought.

The old man finally persuaded: "Okay, don't say good things twice, and I will nag you one last time. I think that poor scholar is a little poorer, a little uglier, a little bit cheap, and a little bit upright. It’s okay, he’s a young and strong man.”

The woman's face was dark, and a word popped out from between her teeth, "Get lost"

The hunchbacked old man turned around and walked away with his usual expression.

The vicissitudes of life face is like a piece of gnarled old tree bark, if there is a mosquito bite, it is estimated that the old man can kill it with a slight frown.

The palms of both hands are covered with calluses, the hands are behind the back, the left hand is on the right wrist, and the right hand is holding the old cigarette rod.

The old man seemed to be talking to himself: "In the evening, where does the cat call spring in winter? It's so strange. The little cripple asked me today."

The woman's face was reddish, she gritted her teeth, and cursed: "You old bastard, you deserve to be a bachelor forever"

The little cripple just finished clearing the dining table, when he heard the last conversation between the old hunchback and the proprietress, he said curiously: "Madam proprietress, what's the matter? Our inn doesn't have any cats, it's a stray cat that sneaked into the inn from the outside. It’s over, I have to give it a good beating, let me tell you, there are often chicken leg steamed buns missing in the kitchen, it must be the greedy one who ate it, don’t worry, proprietress, I will definitely find it out.”

The woman took out a feather duster from behind the counter and hit the lame boy on the head, "Get it out, I'll let you get it out"

She was still angry, and walked around the counter, chasing and killing the crippled boy, beating the little cripple so fast that he walked like flying.

She threw the feather duster casually, hesitated for a moment, tiptoed upstairs, slowed down, walked back and forth, failed to hear any movement, returned to the lobby on the first floor, stared blankly for a while, and went to the old hunchback behind the curtain. On the site, I picked up a piece of dried meat the size of a palm in the kitchen, and a small pot of green plum wine brewed for half a year, walked outside the inn, saw the down-and-out scholar squatting next to the dog, and gave a hello. After looking up, he threw the wine and meat to him, and said coldly: "One tael of silver, it's on the account, it's not for nothing."

It wasn't until the woman crossed the threshold and walked into the lobby that the man in the green shirt looked away, and sighed, "Wangcai, do you know what this is called? This is the most difficult thing to endure a beauty's favor."

He tore off a small piece of meat and gave it to Wangcai at his feet, then stroked his beard, "If I shave my beard, it will be fine."

When the woman walked up to the second floor, Chen Ping lightly pressed the scroll and turned to look at the door.

Fortunately, the woman did not knock on the door to interrupt.

When she walked down the stairs, Chen Pingan continued to throw money.

Chen Ping dropped twelve Grain Rain coins into the scroll in one breath.

Still failed to let Zhu Lian show up.

Chen Ping picked up the sword gourd in his hand, only to remember that he was out of wine before entering the inn, so he could only put it down gently.

The Yin God of the Song family in the Old Dragon City paid for the bamboo slips and took out ten Grain Coins. Feiying Fort Lutai divided the spoils and paid Chen Pingan twenty. Qian, for Wei Xian, ate eleven of the picture scrolls, leaving eighteen.

There are only six Grain Rain coins on the table right now.

Wu lunatic Zhu Lian is still "posing" on the painting for the time being, and refuses to go out, so the other two paintings, Lu Baixiang of the Demon Cult, and the only female sword fairy Sui Youyou in the history of Ouhua Fudi, have to be painted by Chen Pingan again. How many will come out

Chen Pingan sighed, and glanced at the smiling old man in the painting.

Throw it in again, and I will really go bankrupt. Although I have accumulated a lot of Xuehua money and Xiaoshu money, it is just a number. After it is really converted into Gu Yu money, it will shrink seriously.

Chen Ping was a little helpless, put away the scroll and hid it in Flying Sword Fifteen, opened the door, and went downstairs to drink to relieve boredom. In order to carry Wei Xian on his back, he forgot to put wine in the Yangjian Gourd, shaking the empty "Ginger Gourd". Chen Ping'an thought about the little boy carrying the huge golden gourd, and he said in his heart that the other six gourds in the world are the "best" gourds for raising swords. The one carried by the little boy is probably the one that can hold drinks the most. Bar

Chen Pingan didn't know it right now, and he accidentally guessed it right, in fact it was only half right.

The golden sword-raising gourd named "Douliang" was indeed filled with the most drinking water in the world, and it was the water of the East China Sea, which caused the level of the entire East China Sea to drop several feet.

Therefore, a poor scholar can't help but be amazed, and add the last half-syllable: a small gourd can raise thousands of dragons, the Taoist ancestor is kind, the great kindness, the old kindness.

Of course, it is also possible that this remark was just a coincidence because sitting and discussing the Tao with an old Taoist destroyed many lotus leaves in the Lotus Cave.

Zhongtu Shenzhou, in the Confucian Temple known as the "gentleman and authentic", those statue saints who still stand tall on the altar, certainly can't do this kind of thing. Acting like a good boy, but he, an old scholar whose statue was moved out of the Confucian Temple, did it so naturally, it was more natural than the Taoist immortals in Baiyujing.

When we got downstairs, the proprietress smiled like a flower.

Handsome, rich, and good temperament, the more women look at Chen Ping'an, the more seductive they are.

Chen Pingan asked for a catty of five-year-old green plum wine in a small altar, and poured it into Yangjian Gourd in front of the proprietress.

In the eyes of women, Yangjian gourd is just a vermilion wine gourd. It is rubbed so lightly that it is worthless, but at first glance it is a beloved thing of at least two generations, so it will be used as an old thing.

The woman propped her chin with one hand, sat sideways on the long bench, turned her head to look at the young man who was pouring the wine with steady hands, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and the wine dizziness had not faded away, she asked with a smile: "My lord Drinking from a bowl is not more troublesome. If you drink this catty of wine for you, you have to put it in the gourd again."

But even so, she still brought a jug of wine over by herself, and drank for herself. She didn't forget to bring three dishes to go with the wine, and of course two pairs of chopsticks.

Chen Ping said with a smile: "I only have enough alcohol, let's just drink it, no need to pretend."

The woman laughed and said, "That friend of yours is really good at drinking."

Chen Pingan was a little ashamed, thinking that Wei Xian, you are a founding emperor after all, and it would be too embarrassing to show your face.

Chen Pingan seemed to ask casually: "Since the Yao family's frontier army is so famous in the border, does the proprietress ever know who are the important people in the Yao family?"

The woman raised her eyebrows, "Yo, son, you are not a spy from the Northern Jin Kingdom, are you?"

Chen Ping pointed to the upstairs, "Is there a spy like me with a friend who is so good at drinking and a child?"

The woman nodded, "That's true. If the Northern Jin Kingdom were all spies like the young master, there would be so many battles to fight. The world would be peaceful sooner."

She was a little drunk, stretched her arms, and failed to catch the sauced meat on a plate twice. Chen Pingan gently pushed the plate over. She glanced at her charmingly, and simply put down her chopsticks, "With you It’s okay to say something, so that I can teach you southern barbarians how powerful our Daquan frontier army is.”

She hiccupped and didn't feel any embarrassment, "The old general Yao who has been on horseback for half his life is one of our great generals with the initials in Daquan. He has three sons and two daughters under his knees. Unfortunately, his son died two years ago. One, one of the daughters died. The youngest daughter, married to the capital, a rare good family, said to be a match made in heaven, a marriage of gods. There are a lot of grandchildren, and there are two of the most promising. The grandson is Yao Xianzhi. Listen It is said that he joined the army at the age of ten, and his granddaughter is called Yao Lingzhi, what's more, the talent in martial arts is so good that the whole border has heard of it."

Chen Pingan asked curiously, "Why do they all end in Zigzag?"

The woman said with a smile, "It's the first generation."

Chen Pingan became more and more puzzled, "Shouldn't the word for seniority be in the middle? Isn't it different for you Daquan?"

The woman said unhappily: "I don't know the ancestral rules of the wealthy Yao family, and the rich are not allowed to be a little eccentric."

Chen Pingan tentatively asked: "The Yao family's iron cavalry is so famous, there must be many jealous people in your Daquan."

The woman rolled her eyes, "Ask me, who can I ask? Ask His Majesty the Emperor."

She laughed to herself, full of coquettishness, "Then the old emperor must admire my beauty and accept me into the palace. I will grow up when I am old. At least I will be the emperor. Maybe the bed frame is made of gold. of"

Maybe she finally talked about something that makes people happy, the woman raised her wine glass and said loudly: "The road of life is narrow and the wine glass is wide. I, Jiuniang, will accompany the young master."

Chen Ping's eyes lit up, he raised his glass and said with a smile: "I will remember this sentence, well said, let's go"

The two drank the rest of the wine in their bowls.

There was a man in green shirt sitting on the other side of the threshold, secretly looking at the men and women talking happily at the wine table, his face full of resentment and thoughts.

“Good dog out of the way”

A loud voice sounded, and the down-and-out scholar was kicked to the side, and three men with knives on their waists strode into the lobby one after another.

The first person, with a strong body, deliberately showed some chest muscles in the winter, and sat on the bench to the left of Chen Pingan. The two men under the man's hands went to pick up the wine and bowls, and they sat on the same table. A bench and a table are filled up instantly.The strong man did not want the white bowl handed over by a young swordsman, grabbed the wine bowl in front of the woman, poured the bowl of green plum wine, the wine splashed, drank it in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and suddenly covered his stomach with one hand , with a frightened face, pointed at the woman with a trembling hand, and said in a trembling voice: "There is something wrong with this wine, there is poison in it."

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sp;The two young men on the opposite side of the table immediately pressed the handle of the knife, their faces pale.

The woman said unhappily, "Ma Ping, do you have shit in your brain? Did you eat too much shit for lunch today, and it just so happened that the shit was poisonous, and it ruined your brain?"

The man with the saber chuckled, and his face returned to normal, "It's just a joke, why are you scolding my master?"

The two young colleagues beside him were so frightened that they quickly drank to suppress the shock.

The man glanced at Chen Pingan, who was in the way, "Boy, where is the Ren's customs clearance certificate?"

Just as the woman was about to speak, Chen Pingan had already taken out the certificate from his bosom, and gently placed it on the table of the strong man with the knife.

After the man picked it up, he looked at the densely packed red seals, large and small, and said, "There are quite a lot of seals, after walking such a long way."

Chen Ping smiled and nodded.

The man got angry when he saw his appearance. He was used to the humiliation and flattering smiles of the people in Huer Town. He came here who couldn't slap his beard and bow his head. The key is that he looked handsome, so he wanted to find a way to clean up the situation. Boy, I want to teach him that this is the local snake in Hu'er Town. When Xiashanhu meets him, Ma Ping, he should squat obediently. When crossing the river, he will be obedient. No one else will flirt with Jiuniang .

The woman suddenly asked: "I heard that the town is haunted again, who is bewildered this time?"

As soon as Ma Ping mentioned this unlucky incident, Ma Ping lost interest. He threw the certificate of customs clearance back to the little boy, took a sip of mulled wine, and said in a low voice: "You are so damn evil. In the past, you used to harm foreigners. This time It turned out that the town's own people were murdered. The old Liu who only has one arm knows, the old man who runs the paper money shop and often helps people read Fengshui is completely crazy. Running around on the street and saying that he was too hot, my brothers had to lock him up. Within a few days, the room was full of feces and urine, which stinks to the sky. I just woke up a little today. I finally stopped talking about those strange things, brothers Don’t you just want to hurry over here and ask Jiuniang for a few bowls of green plum wine, so as to strengthen your yang energy and wash away your bad luck.”

The woman frowned and said, "What's the matter? Didn't the master you hired from the county with a lot of money last time give you a stack of fairy talismans? Why are you bragging to me, saying that it's a talisman, all ghosts?" Back off"

The burly man turned his head and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, "Master Shit, he is a liar, and I have been screwed too. Han Butou hasn't given me any shoes for a while."

Ma Ping let out a foul breath, squeezed out a smile, and stretched out his hand to touch the woman's little hand, but the woman withdrew her hand calmly, not letting him succeed. Ma Ping smiled and said, "Jiu Niang, what do you think of me? How can you be considered a respectable person in Huer Town? You earn a lot of money, your family background is clean, you have also practiced martial arts, and you have inexhaustible strength. Don't be tempted by Jiuniang, don't be shameless, you immediately Big Brother is not that old-fashioned person, and doesn't care about your past."

The woman laughed.

Afterwards, they used the pretense of drunkenness several times to try to get riches, but they were all avoided by the woman. Ma Ping and his two fellow officers quickly ordered a table of food, drank all kinds of meat and vegetables, and ate so much oil that their mouths were full of oil, which seemed obvious. The autumn wind was coming, but in the end they still refused to leave. The three of them went upstairs to sleep, saying that they would return to Hu'er Town tomorrow.

Chen Pingan sat at the next table early, and the woman sat next to Chen Pingan while the lame man was tidying up. She let out a long breath, as if she was a little tired, and said with a wry smile: "This Ma Ping is the headhunter of Hu'er Town. He The family has been doing this business for generations, and it’s just a bit of a relationship with the government’s yamen. In such a big place, the so-called official lord, the one with the biggest official hat, is nothing more than a sesame official. The rest are just subordinates. Officer, but each shelf is bigger than the sky."

Hearing the movement outside, Pei Qian gently opened the door, squatted down, buried his head in the gap between the railings on the second floor, secretly looked at the two guys below, finally pulled it out with great difficulty, trotted all the way down the stairs, and just approached the wine table , I heard the woman complaining to Chen Pingan that the little ghosts in the officialdom are difficult to deal with, saying that those policemen often come to the inn to eat and drink, and she can only spend money to buy a safe, otherwise, what else can she do.

Pei Qian was secretly happy, grinned, and endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back anymore, and burst out laughing, "Spend money to buy peace, buy peace, oh, no, I'm dying of laughing, my stomach hurts "

Chen Ping stood up and came to Pei Qian, "Does it hurt?"

Pei Qian, whose ears were being pulled, stopped laughing immediately, and said pitifully, "My stomach doesn't hurt anymore, my ears hurt."

The woman was at a loss, not knowing what the skinny little girl was laughing at.

Chen Ping said goodbye to the woman, pulled Pei Qian's ears all the way, and walked towards the stairs. Pei Qian tilted his head and propped his heels, yelling that he didn't dare.

When he walked up the stairs, he let go of Pei Qian's ears. When he reached the door of the room, he turned around and told Pei Qian, "Don't go out casually."

Pei Qian rubbed his ears and nodded.

After Chen Ping closed the door, Pei Qian was standing by the railing, just looking at the woman who was looking up, Pei Qian snorted coldly, jumped back to his room, and slammed the door hard.

As the sun was setting outside the inn, someone came riding a horse. It was a cardamom girl with a ponytail. She was soft and beautiful, but she had a vigorous aura. She carried a horse bow on her back and hung a waist knife. Put it outside the door, obviously not worried about getting lost.

The man in blue shirt was still teasing the dog outside the door.

The girl glanced at the man and didn't pay attention. After entering the lobby, she looked around and saw the surprised woman. She was a little displeased, stopped, and said to the woman, "Grandpa wants me to tell you that recently Don't open the inn, it's not safe here."

In front of the young girl, the woman did not have the slightest coquettishness, she was as dignified as a lady from a noble family, she raised her finger to her mouth, indicating that the partition wall has ears, and said softly: "Lingzhi, I am used to staying here."

The girl said angrily, "I don't know what to do"

The woman smiled and asked, "Do you want to drink some green plum wine?"

The girl's face was full of anger.

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The woman also knew that she had made a slip of the tongue, and felt a little ashamed.

The girl said coldly: "Give me a room, I'll leave tomorrow, you think carefully."

The little cripple tremblingly led the girl up to the second floor, and under the instruction of the proprietress' eyes, he specially chose the cleanest and most elegant room for the girl.

After the sound of those light footsteps completely disappeared, Chen Pingan stacked the remaining six Guyu coins together.

Throw them into the picture scroll one by one.

When the third Gu Yu coin disappeared into the screen, Chen Pingan stood up and took a few steps back slowly.

An old man stooped and staggered out of the scroll.

He jumped off the table, squinted and smiled at Chen Pingan, turned around and stretched out his hand to reach for the scroll, but found nothing. The scroll that even Pei Qian had secretly touched was close at hand to Zhu Lian. Far away.

Unreal, untouchable.

Zhu Lian didn't lose his temper, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, young master, is this the fairy art of your Haoran world?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "It is."

This old man with a habitual hunched figure seems to be completely different from the rumored madman Wu.

The old man always had a smile on his face, with a kind expression on his face. In Ouhua Blessed Land, this person almost turned the whole rivers and lakes upside down. The latecomer Ding Ying, who is also No.1 in the world, has an extremely distinctive personality. His grandmaster's aura probably has something to do with Ding Ying's tall stature, unsmiling, and wearing a silver lotus crown.

The Wu lunatic named Zhu Lian in front of him is far behind.

Compared with Wei Xian who keeps everything in his stomach, Zhu Lian seems to be more resigned and frank, and said frankly and honestly: "Now that I am in the young master's hometown, it will take me a few days just to adapt to the flow of energy in this magnificent world. It’s even more difficult to recover to the peak cultivation level before I was alive, well, according to what the young master said, I should be in the sixth realm of a pure martial artist.”

Speaking of this, the old man was quite self-deprecating, "It is possible to break through in one fell swoop, it may be stagnant, and it may even be poured into the Qi Palace by the spiritual energy here, consume the true energy, and erode the cultivation base a little bit. However, I have a It feels like, apart from the threshold of the Seventh Realm, it is not a big problem to become a martial artist of the Eighth Realm or Ninth Realm."

Zhu Lian was very straight to the point.

Compared with that boring gourd Wei Xian, he is indeed much more refreshing.

Zhu Lian went to the window, pushed it open, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and said to himself: "This seven realms is a bit like the transformation from acquired nature to innate nature of warriors in Lotus Blessed Land. It is the most difficult step to cross. As long as you enter the The seventh level of Martial Dao, I believe that the improvement of cultivation level is just a matter of years of hard work, and I dare not say for sure that the ninth level, the eighth level is definitely not difficult."

Zhu Lian turned his head and smiled and said: "Of course, as long as I get used to the existence of the strong aura here, I still have a chance to draw a tie with a pure martial artist of the seventh realm with mediocre foundation, and I won't be suppressed by the realm. Let's meet again We can only wait to die. As for the dispute in the same realm, as long as it is not like the young master, the chances of winning are great."

Chen Pingan murmured: "Is the pass only in the Seven Realms?"

The old man sat back at the table and tapped on the table with one finger, "I am willing to serve my son for 30 years. I hope that after that, my son will give me a free body, how about it?"

Chen Ping shook his head with a smile, "I don't know how to restore your freedom."

The old man was stunned and fell silent, staring at the scroll.

Chen Ping'an guessed that the picture scroll itself was similar to the natal porcelain of Lizhu Cave, even if you are a Yupu monk in the upper five realms, you will be manipulated by others.

Thinking of this, Chen Pingan smiled.

On the other side, Wei Xian was so drunk that he lay on the bed and talked in his sleep, "There is no murderous intent in the body, but the murderous intent is everywhere, and the appearance of the emperor is also."

There was a knock on the door, Chen Pingan put away the last three Guyu money and the picture scroll, and was about to open the door, when Zhu Lian did it for him.

Pei Qian blinked, then quickly moved away from Zhu Lian, and ran behind Chen Pingan.

Zhu Lian closed the door, turned around and said with a smile: "The little girl is really good-natured. She is the young master's daughter."

Pei Qian nodded vigorously.

Chen Pingan shook his head, then turned around and asked, "I have something to do with you."

Pei Qian looked at Zhu Lian and shook his head.

Zhu Lian was sensible and asked with a smile, "Master, do you have a place to live?"

Chen Pingan said: "Out the door, the second room on the right is there, but Wei Xian lives there, if you don't want to live with others, I'll help you get another room."

"Walking in the rivers and lakes is not so particular."

Zhu Lian waved his hand, then stretched out his hand and rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, "Master, first choose the founding emperor of Nanyuan."

Chen Pingan nodded, and said: "You two, don't have any emotional disputes."

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Wei Xian is the enemy of ten thousand people, I admire him very much, it's too late to toast him, how could it make him unhappy."

Zhu Lian walked out of the room and closed the door gently.

When only a gap was left, Zhu Lian suddenly asked: "May I ask how much the young master spent for me?"

Chen Pingan replied: "Seventeen grain rain coins."

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "Let the young master spend the money."

After the old man left, Pei Qian was still worried, so he went to tie the door of the house, and felt relieved.

Chen Pingan asked: "You are not afraid of Wei Xian's stern face every day, but you are so afraid of Zhu Lian being so kind."

Pei Qian said softly, "I'm afraid."

Chen Pingan asked again: "What is it?"

Pei Qian said softly: "I don't think the proprietress is a good person, plus there is a little cripple and an old hunchback, how strange, could this be the storyteller under the overpass of the black shop, among the stories he told about the black shop , I like to give the guests sweat medicine, and then use it to make human flesh buns."

Chen Ping angrily said with a smile: "Don't think about it, go back and read."

Pei Qian left with a sigh.

Chen Pingan didn't have the time to look through the remaining two scrolls. Lu Baixiang and Sui Youyou happened to be too afraid to ask the gods out of the mountain because they were afraid that it would be easy to ask the gods to give them away, and the other one was even less dared.

Thinking of Pei Qian's perception of Wei Xian and Zhu Lian.

In fact, her intuition was half right.

Wei Xian looks at people from high to low, after all, he is the king of a country with a long history.

Zhu Lian looked at people like a living person looking at a dead person, his eyes were dark and gloomy like a deep pool, and the smile on the old man's face should not be taken seriously.

On the threshold of the inn, the green-shirted guest turned his back to the lobby, looked up at the gorgeous sunset glow in the sky, patted his knees lightly, held the jug, and babbled every time he took a sip of green plum wine.

"I see a dragon in the depths of the cloud, a deer in the depths of the forest, a beauty beside the peach blossoms, a hero on the battlefield, and a celebrity in the back alley"

bang.

The man in the blue shirt was beaten and fell to the ground, and fell to the ground, and he didn't forget to hold the flagon tightly.

It turned out that the little cripple kicked him on the back, and said angrily: "Endless, you are addicted, and I have endured you for a long time."

The man stood up in embarrassment, patted the dust on his body, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know who I am?"

The little cripple looked at the poor scholar who was a little strange, and felt a little guilty, and shouted loudly: "Who are you?"

The man in green shirt said seriously, "What are you calling Jiu Niang?"

The little cripple was stunned, "Madam Boss."

The guest in green shirt asked again, "Then who is the proprietress's husband?"

The little lame almost went mad.

Flying over the threshold, using both fists and kicks, he chased and killed this bastard who only knew his surname Zhong.

The man raised the flagon high, dodged around, drank while running away, and was punched and kicked a few times, without pain or itching.

sunset.

There was a prophecy about scholars.

The scholar himself did not take a word seriously.

Before Zhong went down the mountain, all ghosts and ghosts were in the world.