Looking at the back of Chen Fan leaving, Ouyang Ye also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, hoping that his disciple could live well.

Chen Fan was thinking, when he came back, what would become of Xuantian Sect?

In September, the cool breeze in Liuzhou in the golden autumn gives people a cool and comfortable feeling.

"The tourists who are blown by the warm wind are drunk, and they treat Liuzhou as Yanzhou. ”

The capital is one of the richest regions in the entire Great Xia Kingdom, and Liuzhou has always been praised by literati and scholars of all dynasties and generations because of its beautiful scenery and livable climate.

"It's so comfortable...... Chen Fan couldn't help but sigh.

Since avenging the blood feud, he has never had time to appreciate the customs and special snacks of this land. Now that he finally has this opportunity, he is not willing to let go of such a good opportunity.

Chen Fan, who was dressed in black, was like a rich and noble son, and a random mountain rain sword at his waist looked more like an ornament than a weapon in the eyes of others.

There's no way, Chen Fan is handsome, fair-skinned, and his figure is not the burly and strong figure of ordinary cultivators, so it's easy to be misunderstood.

After a bit of a boring walk, he suddenly wanted to find a place to have a cup of tea.

It happened that there was a teahouse in front of him, Chen Fan strode over, and opened his legs and shouted: "My husband has a bowl of tea"

The owner of the tea stall is an old man over seventy years old, and when he saw that Chen Fan was good-looking and kind, he happily responded: "Xianggong, come immediately." ”

He also thought that Chen Fan was a scholar who was preparing to take the exam!

Chen Fan smiled indifferently, closed his eyes nonchalantly, and enjoyed the pleasant climate of Liuzhou in September.

This is the kind of life he imagined as a cultivator, cultivating when he should cultivate, and enjoying himself when he should enjoy.

"Xianggong, here comes the tea!" In less than a stick of incense, the old man handed a pot of tea to Chen Fan.

Tasting the ordinary tea leaves on the side of the road, he didn't drink any difference from the tribute tea of Xuantian Sect. Maybe the cow chewing peony is what Chen Fan does.

When Chen Fan was sipping tea, a few poor people came, sitting opposite Chen Fan with a swagger, looking at Chen Fan's eyes was also extremely unkind.

"It's so comfortable. Old thing, hurry up, serve two pots of tea to the uncle. If you delay the uncle's business, don't think about setting up this broken tea stall. The leader shouted at the tea stall owner.

Chen Fan himself is a jealous and hateful character, seeing that the official has such a big temper. Chen Fan was very unhappy when he saw it, so he said without being salty: "My lord is so powerful......

Originally, these people looked at Chen Fan, who was like a rich son, and he looked like a little white face with a sword on his waist, and he really didn't know how many catties and taels he had.

Therefore, Chen Fan's words stung the nerves of several people, and someone immediately slapped the table and scolded: "Little beast, you are looking for death!"

Hearing the words "little brute", Chen Fan's face immediately became gloomy, and he pointed to the poor man who scolded him and said coldly.

"You quickly slap yourself in the mouth twenty times, I can forgive you for your recklessness this time. ”

Chen Fan's eyes were very cold, and the poor man he was staring at was a little chilling. But when he thought that there were several brothers around him, how could he be afraid of this little white face?

The messenger scolded again: "Scolding you little brute is giving you face, look at Lao Tzu again, believe it or not, I will whip you!"

After speaking, he immediately stood up and pulled out the standard saber on his waist and aimed it at Chen Fan.

His original intention was to scare and scare Chen Fan and make him stop a little.

Chen Fan really felt that the sky had changed when he saw this scene, and even a mere mortal dared to be so arrogant. With his status as the chief disciple of Xuantian Sect, the emperor of the Great Xia Kingdom had to tremble when he saw him.

"Good, good. Chen Fan laughed rhetorically.

Seeing that Chen Fan still dared to talk back, he sent someone to throw the knife directly and greeted him with his fists and feet.

The owner of the tea stall saw that the people were going to beat Chen Fan, so he hurriedly went up to pull the rack. In his opinion, Chen Fan is the material to be the champion, how can he withstand the fists of these rough people.

Seeing the owner of the tea stall who came to stop him, the messenger was furious, and without waiting for the boss to speak, he directly kicked the boss more than three meters away, and knocked over a table and a few low stools on the way.

Is it tolerable or unbearable!

Chen Fan saw the white-haired tea stall owner dying, and he had already given the bad man who kicked people a trial with a broken leg in his heart.

He hurriedly helped the old man up, entered the old man's body with spiritual strength, and helped him comb the various organs in his body.

The feeling of drilling the heart that was still painful just now disappeared in an instant, and he felt that the whole person was in a much better state, the old man looked at Chen Fan with a look of surprise in his eyes, and thought to himself, this Xianggong is probably a man among the immortals.

Chen Fan nodded at the boss and motioned for him not to say it, and the boss nodded and said it was no problem.

Seeing Chen Fan helping a fallen old man, he was grinding and chirping, and the poor people looked down on this embroidered pillow.

Chen Fan walked up to a few messengers and said coldly: "Is it so dark in Liuzhou City? How dare you bully the people like this, and you are not afraid that the heavenly monks will accept you?"

These few words can be regarded as a slap in the face of the poor people, and they angrily surrounded Chen Fan, wanting to teach him a good lesson.

"Wait. ”

At this moment, a leisurely voice floated over.

When everyone took a look, it turned out to be their own top boss, the chief guard captain of Liuzhou City, Wang Ziqiang. What gust of wind brought him over?

Wang Ziqiang looked at Chen Fan, who was dressed in luxurious clothes, and he didn't recognize the waste eating dry rice under his hands, but he knew these things. What's the use of beating such a rich brother, it's the last word to think of a way to blackmail him.

Wang Ziqiang pretended to be very distressed about Chen Fan and walked over and said, "Little brother, these rice buckets under my command didn't hurt you!"

Chen Fan looked at him and looked at himself for a long time, and estimated that this person wanted to slaughter him as a little fat sheep. But Chen Fan still replied: "No." ”

"It's good if you don't, my subordinates just like to do justice. Without them, the atmosphere in Liuzhou City would not be as good as it is today. Wang Ziqiang said very calmly.

When he said this, the poor people were embarrassed, and they didn't know if the leader was praising them or sarcastically mocking them.

So, justice needs to be encouraged. How about Shaoxia donating some silver taels for justice? To tell you the truth, I see that Shaoxia is an upright person, and you are very similar to me," Wang Ziqiang continued to say shamelessly.

As soon as these words came out, several of his errand boys stood aside and couldn't help laughing. Play or boss play, it's really high!

saw that Wang Ziqiang first buttoned Chen Fan a big hat of justice, and then followed with a lot of sycophants, and finally didn't forget to boast about himself. What an old oilman of officialdom......

It's a pity that he met Chen Fan.