Yujing overpass shops are lined up, row upon row, different signboards are standing at the door, and they are also wrapped in colored cloths, ascending high and looking into the distance like a beautiful landscape, neatly and uniformly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This is not the ......" Tang Zichen had a keen sense of spirit, and when he saw Ji An pause, he poked his head out of a leather store, and at first glance, he saw a young man riding a tall horse, his eyes flashed, and he muttered to himself.

"Protagonist!" She finally confirmed.

"Yes, it's Hong Yi!"

Ji An carried the big bag on his left shoulder, and his right hand habitually touched his chin, watching the young man walk towards a slightly remote grocery store in the distance, and his face showed a hint of understanding.

This scene seems to be the scene of Hong Yizhongju running away from home after becoming the first Xie Yuan, although the time is a little wrong, but the general picture is good, and the man with the scar on his face seems to be the follower sent by Hong Xuanji to manage the accounts.

"Husband, do you want to have a good relationship with Hong Yi?" Tang Zichen walked over and gathered his voice into a silk road.

"Good karma? Could it be that you asked me to teach Hong Yi martial arts and Taoism? Ji An pondered.

If you talk about Hong Yi, the first thing that comes to mind is this person's cultivation and rise speed, and he has to admit that he is indeed a little perverted.

From a scholar to the realm of ghosts and immortals, Hong Yi only took about a year, and then won the champion of literature and martial arts, established great ideals, made great aspirations, integrated words and deeds, bravely and vigorously, invincible, and smashed the vacuum in just a few years to achieve the yang god.

Along the way, strong enemies such as Champion Hou, Hong Xuanji, Emperor Qiandi Yang Pan, Dream God Machine, Creation Daoist, and Immortal Emperor were either devoured or refined, which can be described as the existence of ghosts blocking and killing ghosts, gods blocking and killing gods, and Buddhas blocking and killing Buddhas.

Like this kind of invincible son of the plane, Tang Zichen had to be cautious, wanting to emulate Wang Chao's story at the beginning, but Ji An didn't think so.

First, before I came, I said that the Yang God is just a leisure plane, learn the way of the soul, and quickly recover the soul.

Second, this world is a very special plane, not only has the way of heaven, but also the life span, an era of 129,600 years later, heaven and earth will be reincarnated, the most important thing is that there is a great causal relationship between various people and things, he only wants to see the little milk baby in the heavenly realm at present, and he really doesn't want to participate in the entanglement of disturbances.

"In this world, just be a passerby!"

Recalling all kinds of things on the Yang God plane, Ji An quickly made a decision, but since he met Hong Yi, he still had to meet him.

"Zichen, follow this king to meet this future Yizi!"

Ji An handed the big bag to Tang Zichen, took out the folding fan pinned to his waist, and walked towards the grocery store step by step.

"Do you really want to teach Hong Yi martial arts and Taoism?" Tang Zichen followed with a bunch of packages, and asked Chuanyin. Now there are many people, and they are secretly watched by the palace guards, and these burdens cannot be included in the ring.

Ji An shook his head when he heard this, but a mysterious smile appeared on his face, and said: "It is inevitable to teach martial arts and Taoism, but good karma still has to be concluded." ”

"Oh, I understand, you think about his ......" Tang Zichen was stunned for a moment, and then understood.

"Clever!" Ji'an gave a thumbs up.

If his guess is correct, this time Hong Yi came out to travel, carrying the "Past Mida Sutra" with him, it is rumored that this sutra is the supreme secret of cultivating the divine soul, if he gets it, he can understand the way of the soul in this world and recover the soul as soon as possible.

Ji An, Tang Zichen walked behind Hong Yi's follower, next to this person was a carriage, there were two large boxes on the car, it was Hong Yi's clothes, books and sundries, and in less than five minutes, he came to the door of the grocery store, an old man rushed out to lead the horse for Hong Yi, and the two went straight into the store.

The groceries in the grocery store are very neatly placed, but there are only a dozen or so kinds, all of which are some daily things, obviously a newly opened shop, the two of them looked at it casually, waiting for Hong Yi to come in.

At this time, a little girl about eleven or twelve years old saw the visit, hurriedly walked over from behind the counter, and saw that the two of them were wearing silk and satin, and immediately introduced them enthusiastically.

"This son, the small shop has not been opened for a long time, and there are only these things at present, but they are all strong and durable, buy them back and keep them for three years, no, they will not be damaged for one year!" The little girl stumbled to speak, seemed a little excited and unskilled, and was obviously a novice.

"Is it three years, or a year? That's two years in between! "Ji An, Tang Zichen laughed when he heard this.

"One year! One year! The little girl was afraid of delaying the business, so she hurriedly explained, her cheeks were flushed, and she was as red as a big apple.

"Two distinguished guests, Xiao Mu'er is young, ignorant and neglectful." At this time, the old man who led the horse for Hong Yi came in, followed by Hong Yi and Scarface, and he hurriedly bent down to apologize.

"It's okay, the little girl is very interesting." Ji An shook his head and smiled, but found that the old man had a dry pipe pinned to his waist, and the pipe pot was ridiculously large, and the whole body was black, which was actually made of pure iron.

As soon as Hong Yi came in, he was attracted by Ji An's appearance, and saw that he was wearing a golden crown, wearing purple clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand, and smiling naturally.

And his appearance is even more extraordinary, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, full of heaven, a resolute face, with a looming blood color in his white skin, as if a rich purple gas is hidden in the skin, which makes people look at a glance with an innate dignity.

In particular, his standing posture, although it was the same as that of ordinary people, could be seen to have an immobile temperament, as if he was about to give orders.

is both noble and has the momentum of a general, which suddenly reminded Hong Yi of King Shenwei and the champion Hou, but after a closer look, he found that the ages were not equal, but when he saw the exquisite golden crown on his head, he immediately knew that this son was either a member of the imperial court or a prince of the dynasty.

Looking at him at the age of about twenty-seven or eighteen, it is definitely impossible for a first-class member of the imperial court, so the identity of the prince is left, and in combination with the royal rules, this person is obviously a prince who has been trained in the army all year round.

Hong Yi is the protagonist of the plane in the end, and he figured out Ji An's identity in an instant, and immediately wanted to come forward to salute, but when he saw Zhao Han on his side, his heart moved slightly, and he thought of a brilliant idea of killing people with a knife in an instant.

He immediately coughed softly, glanced at the old man who turned his head, and waved his hand again, doing it very vaguely, not even seeing the scar-faced attendant next to him, and the old man had walked the world for many years and was very tactful, so he immediately understood.

"Two distinguished guests, the owner of the small shop is here today, and he is about to count the goods, so this goods cannot be sold, and I invite the two distinguished customers to move to another house, I really can't help it." The old man nodded, and the black and yellow folds of his face were full of apologies.

"In this case, it is inconvenient for this son to bother, but even if the owner comes to order the goods, a hat should always be sold!" Ji An smiled, waved his hand and said: "Zichen, go get a hat, when you are fishing in your spare time, this son just uses it to shade the sun." ”

Although Hong Yi's several movements were vague, they couldn't escape the eyes of him and Tang Zichen, he also saw Hong Yi's intentions, and borrowed the old man's ability to speak, through the soul perception and perspective ability, Hong Yi's personal collection of "The Past Mida Sutra" was imprinted in the depths of his soul.

As soon as his voice fell, Tang Zichen nodded yes, and stepped forward to take the hat on the container, but was stopped by the scar-faced Zhao Han on the side.

"Didn't you hear the old man speak, our Wuwen Marquis Mansion is here to count the goods, get out of the acquaintance quickly, otherwise you will look good!" With the cheers, the centipede-like scar on Zhao Han's face loomed, looking like it was real, extremely terrifying.

Between speaking, Zhao Han sneered in his heart, this grocery store is obviously also Hong Yi's, although there are not many goods, but at least they are worth hundreds of taels of silver, and then go out of the city to kill Hong Yi, and after completing Mrs. Zhao's order, the grocery store will become his own.

As for these two gorgeously dressed young ladies of the prince, with the status of Wuwen Marquis Hong Xuanji as the imperial master in the middle of the court and the prestige of the Zhao family's southern wang clan, even if they are Gonghou disciples, he is not afraid.

As soon as these words came out, the store suddenly fell silent, although Hong Yi's expression was stunned, but his heart smiled, the old man and Xiao Mu'er were frightened, they didn't expect the servants of the Wuwen Hou family to be so rude.

"Who's yelling!"

With a loud roar, a man rushed out of the inner courtyard, but it was a strong man who looked like an iron tower, and he held an iron rod in his hand that was as thick as a teacup and taller than a person, no, it should be called an iron rod.

This iron rod looks like it is at least one hundred and eighty pounds, but in the hand of this strong man, it seems to be a match carried upside down, without a little effort, obviously a practitioner.

As soon as the strong man came, he was pulled aside by the old man, waving his hand to prevent him from speaking, and Zhao Han was also frightened, but he recovered in an instant.

"Marquis Wuwen's Mansion? What a majesty! Hong Xuanji is in charge of Wen Zai, regulates yin and yang, is a master of the dynasty, and a master of science, but he didn't expect that the house slave is such a person who doesn't know how to be humble and has no manners! Ji An's gaze was withdrawn from the strong man, shaking the folding fan, looking at Zhao Han, and said word by word: "Today's hat is really going to be decided!" ”

His words were spoken very slowly, and the words were even clearer, and anyone could hear the sarcasm of Hong Xuanji.

Ji An said this, obviously being Hong Yi's knife, but he didn't mind doing it, first, he just got Hong Yi's "Past Mida Sutra", and helped him to form a good fate; The second is that after he left the palace to go to the study, the conversation between Hong Xuanji and Emperor Qiandi Yang Pan was heard clearly.

Since Hong Xuanji is interested in Tang Zichen, they will have to match each other sooner or later, so it is not an exaggeration to clean up Hong Xuanji's house slaves.

"Boy, you dare to sarcastically mock Master Hong, you are looking for death!"

Zhao Han's eyes stared at Ji An coldly, and at the moment he spoke, his wrist flicked, and a big hand like a cast iron fell towards Ji An's head.

Call!

He pressed down with this palm, and the air whistled, and before it fell, a gust of wind immediately blew in the store, and the paper pasted on the window was shaken to the ground, and the power was amazing, and it was terrifying.

Looking at this power and might, not to mention the flesh and blood head, even the big stone grinder can be smashed with one palm.