In fact, Jiang Ping can't be blamed for this, the reason why he is so cautious is not that this world is too dangerous, and that the demon cultivator is indeed very unpleasant in the world, if it weren't for the fact that there was no way Jiang Ping would not return to the mortal world from the underground demon realm.

Jiang Ping silently operated the Qi Gathering Technique, suppressing all the remaining demonic power in his body, "What did you just see?" Jiang Ping's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the beggar huddled in the corner.

"I, I saw you come out of the ground...... No! Youkai, no, no! Heroes, immortals! I...... I didn't see anything! You, don't kill me! The beggar cowardly argued.

Jiang Ping got an accurate answer, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, Jiang Ping didn't have much to dodge directly in front of the beggar, and looked down at the dirty beggar condescendingly, "I'm actually a fairy, don't give up on yourself, even if you abandon yourself in other worlds, don't abandon yourself!"

The immortal road is far away, and there is no life to fight for three points! Don't give up, boy! Jiang Ping's eyes were a little majestic, and the little beggar couldn't help but tremble when he looked at him.

"No life to fight for three points?" The little beggar lowered his head and muttered to himself, his originally dim eyes seemed to have regained some light, and when he looked up, Jiang Ping had already disappeared.

"Young man! Remember today's events, don't spread the word, this is your secret and mine, and when we meet again, I hope you are already on the fairy road! Jiang Ping's voice sounded in the ears of the little beggar.

"When we meet again, I will definitely repay the kindness of my predecessors today!" The little beggar muttered to himself, and he took out a broken sword from the rag bag behind him and put it in his hand, not knowing what he was considering.

“......”

Jiang Ping didn't know that his words had changed the life of a little beggar, "It seems that I still have the potential to be a spiritual mentor." Jiang Ping thought a little complacently.

He walked to the street to breathe in the fresh air that he had not seen for a long time, the smell here was different from the aroma of the earth in the underground demon realm, and the air in the mortal world was full of this long-lost "human smell".

As the largest restaurant in Qingyan City, Wangjiang Tower is of course the first place where Jiang Ping returns to the world, and there are many monks in Wangjiang Tower, but most of them are only low-level monks, and there are some Jianghu guests who come and go.

Jiang Ping was wearing a purple brocade robe, with a dissolute smile on his face, and a jade pendant tied around his waist, which was the high-grade warm jade he had scavenged from Shu San, and the corner of the brocade robe was embroidered with an auspicious cloud with gold thread, and in his hand he was holding a hollow jade fracture fan.

There is a pale red tassel hanging at the tail of the folding fan, Jiang Ping's dress is the dress of a gentleman, and the second child of Wangjiang Lou is also a good person, and his eyes swept over Jiang Ping to know that this person was a gold master.

"Oops! Do you want to be a slap or stay in a hotel? Xiao Eryi of Wangjiang Tower shook the towel in his hand and greeted Jiang Ping, who was walking slowly, "Listen to the music!" Jiang Ping threw out a silver ingot, and then walked to Wangjiang Tower.

Xiao Er walked in front of Jiang Ping and took Jiang Ping to the third floor of Wangjiang Tower, "What a coincidence that this guest officer has come, today is our top brand Oiran flower self-appreciation!" Jiang Ping took a sip of the tea that Xiao Er had just poured for me, and then looked at the stage in the middle with interest.

"Oh? The top singer, let's listen to it. ”

"Speaking of this Oiran flower self-appreciation, it is a unique existence, not only the beauty of the person is like a fairy, the song is like the sound of the sky, people are unconsciously intoxicated in it, the guest officer is not me to brag to you, and when you listen to the song of this flower self-appreciation, you will know what is called the sky, what is the sound of the sky."

"The sound of heaven!"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's the sound of heaven! Guest officer, let me tell you......"

"Alright, go serve me two plates of snacks and a jug of good wine!" Jiang Ping interrupted the chatter of the shopkeeper, and then took out a silver ingot and put it on the table.

Jiang Ping looked around, most of the people close to the stands were some wealthy businessmen or gentlemen, and the people near the windows were some Jianghu guests, most of whom were outlaws, so they all liked to sit near the windows.

This time and that, the place near the window has a wide field of vision, and you can gain insight into the surrounding situation at any time, and secondly, if there is really any situation, it is also convenient for them to get out close to the window, this kind of person Jiang Ping saw a lot when he was in Yipintang.

It's nothing more than some people who don't have the potential to cultivate, but they don't want to make progress and practice some horizontal kung fu, which can't be compared with real martial arts cultivation.

What really interested Jiang Ping was a few old men with gray beards, although Jiang Ping couldn't use his demonic power, his personal cultivation was still there.

Moreover, the strength of his divine soul has not fallen in the slightest, with his current divine soul strength is not even weaker than that of some monks in the foundation building period, Jiang Ping has just released a trace of spiritual sense, and he obviously feels that there are not weak mana fluctuations in those old men.

And their temperament is very peculiar, there is a feeling of being out of place with the people around them, not that there is any dusty fairy spirit, if you have to describe it, their temperament is like a magic stick that sells talisman water.

"I don't see you all day long, I hope you don't forget the oath ......of the past" The tactful and desolate singing sound sounded, the sound was like the call of a lark, crisp and beautiful, and it was clear that the voice was charming but sang a poignant feeling.

Just listening to this voice made people can't help but feel a trace of pity, Jiang Ping didn't feel anything about it, Hua Zixiang slowly held a pipa, and walked to the front of the stage from behind the curtain, her face with a layer of light veil could not see her face clearly.

When Hua Zixiang came to the stage, the wine glass in Jiang Ping's hand shook, and a trace of stunned expression flashed on his face, Jiang Ping seemed to feel his gaffe, lowered his head and drank the wine in his hand, and his face returned to that uninhibited appearance.

"Demon energy, how can there be demon energy here? Could it be the Oiran? Jiang Ping looked at the Oiran on the stage with some uncertainty and muttered, although the trace of demonic aura just now flashed, but Jiang Ping clearly caught it.

Jiang Ping could be sure that what he had captured with his spiritual sense just now was indeed a trace of demonic energy, and there was no aura emitted by the demon pill, as for why Jiang Ping was so sure, it was not because he was a demon himself.

Hua Zixiang plucked the pipa in his hand, singing a beautiful tune in his mouth, Jiang Ping was thinking about whether this Hua Zixiang was a demon or a half-demon, just when Jiang Ping was thinking about it, the old men at the table he had paid attention to before suddenly stood up.

"Okay, you are a demon, you dare to play a demon song here in broad daylight, what kind of crime should you be guilty of!" One of the old men scolded sharply, and at the same time took out a few talismans in his hand and pinched them in his hand, while several old men behind him also took out a few talismans.

The little boy who followed them pulled out a peachwood sword, looking like he was waiting for the battle, Jiang Ping looked fixedly, the talismans in their hands were all half-finished spiritual fire talismans, Jiang Ping felt that the talismans he licked out with his tongue were stronger than this.