The ancestral old laurel tree on the top of the mountain of Osmanthus Island, Chen Ping'an stood in the shade of the tree with little heat, and had to think of the old locust tree in his hometown, but the laurel tree in front of him was lush and leafy, but the old locust tree was no longer there, Chen Ping'an was sad, he smiled, and still remembered the picture of the little girl in the red cotton jacket running with the locust branch, Li Baohua's lively waves are lovely, not afraid of heaven and earth, and the carefree of Fan Er of the old dragon city, can live every day very well, will make Chen Ping'an envious, I hope that one day I can become a person like them, I don't know if this is the so-called sage in the sage book？

In addition to Chen Ping'an, there are ferry passengers standing under the old laurel tree, all of whom are admiring visitors, pointing at the old tree, and some women choose a place to stand, and let a few Osmanthus Island painters who are specially waiting here to paint for them, and a family of three wants the Danqing skilled Qi practitioner painter to help them draw a family portrait for souvenir.

Fan Er had previously reminded Chen Ping'an in the carriage that the guests who can go from the old dragon city to do business on the inverted hanging mountain have high and low realms, and their backgrounds are good or bad, but there is one thing in common, that is, these people are not easy to mess with, and anyone can move out one or two Tongtian characters or immortal tycoons. Because the Fan family has a few warehouses in Osmanthus Island, many wealthy guests will also use Osmanthus Island to carry goods, this group of people does not lack background and financial resources, and may even be richer than the Fan family, but they lack a transcontinental ferry by chance, as well as a mature and stable route.

Chen Ping'an is not a person who likes to cause trouble, so Fan Er's reminder is the icing on the cake.

At the moment, Chen Ping'an stood quietly in the distance, waiting for a middle-aged painter to stop writing and deliver the scroll, Chen Ping'an walked forward, and the woman who was happily holding the scroll passed by, he glanced at the scroll in the hands of a female qi practitioner, vivid, not the kind of painted door god on the door of his hometown, on the scroll, the woman's clothes and green silk slowly fluttered, and a laurel leaf was also like ripples, but with Chen Ping'an's eyesight, he found that the woman's true face was slightly different from the scroll, as if to add a few points to the painter's painting, Chen Ping'an was amazed, compared with the previous rubbing technique on the Kun boat, each has its own merits。

The middle-aged painter saw the young man with the sword on his back, shook his wrist, and there was a little osmanthus lady behind him holding a small case, with the four treasures of the study.

The painter smiled and asked: "Childe also wants to paint? Our osmanthus island this cross-continent trip, before arriving at the inverted hanging mountain, there will be ten scenes along the way, each of which is a unique beauty in the world, among which there is this ancestral old laurel tree, stained with the light of the osmanthus, the scroll we paint, there will be a faint fragrance lingering, can be preserved for a hundred years without fading, and can avoid insects and ants to destroy. Childe will never be disappointed. ”

Before Chen Ping'an left, he had already put away the Guike wooden card, nodded and smiled: "I want to paint three of the same, dare to ask Mr., how much does it cost?"

The middle-aged painter was stunned for a moment, I don't know if the straw sandals boy in front of him is a real person who does not show his face, or a rich man who does not understand the world, ordinary people paint at most one, where will they ask for as many as three in one breath, but no one thinks that they make more money, the painter smiled and said: "A painting is thirty snowflakes, if the son wants three, it can be cheaper, only twenty-five pieces of the child." ”

The osmanthus lady whose appearance was far inferior to the golden millet in the Guimai courtyard smiled and added softly, "If the son holds the special wooden card of Osmanthus Island, he can also get a discount." ”

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "No, I'm just an ordinary guest." ”

Chen Ping'an took out twenty-five snowflake money, and according to the requirements of the osmanthus lady, he could put it on the small case she was holding, and the Fan family painter did not stop it. Then the middle-aged painter let Chen Ping'an stand under the osmanthus tree, changed several positions one after another, and finally picked a place with the best scene, Chen Ping'an stood alone under the tree, facing the painter's scrutiny, obviously a little restrained, after the painter comforted a few words with a pleasant face, he relaxed slightly, his limbs were no longer so stiff, but he still had a somewhat tense face, the painter did not dare to point fingers too much, and thought that it would be a big deal when he put down the pen, and put more thought into it.

The osmanthus lady couldn't help but smile a little, such a shy guest, in the place where the gods gather on the osmanthus island is rare, once some bold men and women, but also asked if they could stand on the ancestral laurel tree, let the painter simply come to a high and far-reaching map, the woman asked if she could fold a laurel branch in her hand, of course not.

The middle-aged painter picked up the pen and waved his sleeves slightly, and the rare rice paper from Qingluan Country slipped from the small case and slowly flew in front of him, hovering still, as if resting on a flat painting case. The painter did not rush to put pen to paper on paper, but began to brew emotions, write into three points, make figure paintings, and also draw a spirit.

The painter is behind the back of one hand, holding a pen in the other, staring at the young man under the tree, carrying the sword box, clenching his fists, hanging at his sides, his eyes are bright, his complexion is slightly dark, and he is wearing a pair of uncommon straw sandals. The height is only slightly shorter than that of the young and strong men in the south, and it may be relatively more juvenile in the northern part of Aquarius.

But the skilled painter was surprised to find that he couldn't catch the spirit of the young man in front of him, not that the boy didn't, but the painter couldn't be sure, he always felt that no matter how he put the pen, it was difficult to paint to the realm of "very godlike", the painter was unwilling to show timidity, lest the cooked duck fly away, twenty-five snowflakes, he could draw five, but it was not a small amount.

The middle-aged painter had no choice but to bite the bullet and pretend to be confident and start painting.

The first portrait of a teenager can only be said to be very similar, not to say that it is a qi practitioner like him, that is, an ordinary court painter of the Yamashita Dynasty, can do it, the painter himself is extremely dissatisfied, but he can't say what he suffers.

After the painting, the painter took a short rest, the young man also took off the wine jug on his waist, took a sip of wine, after drinking, more and more relaxed, the young man turned his head to look at the northern land, his face was a little more smiling, probably thinking of some beautiful person or thing, after the young man retracted his gaze, his arms around his chest, puffed up his chest, and smiled brightly.

The painter accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene, and there was a flash of inspiration.

So the second painting obviously has a little more aura, and the complex emotions of the young man who traveled thousands of miles away from his hometown slowly flowed out at the end of the painter's brush.

During the break of the middle-aged painter, the boy drank again, and then he lost his smile, no longer put his hands around his chest, and seemed to be unwilling to appear in the painting with the wine gourd on his waist, hidden and hung behind him, but the young man's invisible momentum was more stable, more like an adult who could take care of himself no matter how far away he was.

For the third painting, the artist was also more satisfied.

The osmanthus lady has already familiarized herself with the three painting scrolls and the white jade painting scroll, and Chen Ping'an trotted all the way, and after seeing the three paintings, she looked very happy and had no objections. Handing over the painting to the boy, the middle-aged painter was actually a little apprehensive, "I hope Childe can be satisfied." ”

Chen Ping'an held the three-axis scroll with both hands, and said with a bright smile: "It's very good!

The middle-aged painter was relieved and said with a smile: "If you still want to paint in the future, you can make an appointment with me, and then I will definitely paint on time for the nine views of Osmanthus Island, and the price will be discounted by nine percent." My name is Su Yuting, and the son only needs to ask any of the osmanthus girls on the ferry, and he can find me when the time comes. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded, said goodbye and left.

In fact, Chen Ping'an was embarrassed to say, after the nine views on the sea, there was not much chance, according to Zheng Dafeng's posture of not pit him to death, and Chen Ping'an's temper of liking for his own hardships, it was unlikely that he would leave the Guimai courtyard for half a step after that.

Back in the house of the Guimai courtyard, Chen Ping'an began to write letters, but he still wrote them seriously and with full of ingenuity, not to mention that compared with his disciple Cui Dongshan, I am afraid that even Li Baohua is far from being compared.

Before, in the old dragon city dust pharmacy, Chen Ping'an wanted to send a letter to the Mountain Cliff Academy and his hometown Longquan, but he was afraid of complications, after all, the old dragon city's surname was Fu, and he didn't dare to act rashly. After knowing that there was a flying sword transmission on Fanjia Osmanthus Island, I thought about taking a boat and then talking about it, just this time it was a coincidence, I painted three portraits, one together with a letter to Li Baohua, and a family letter sent to Longquan, and then let the two little guys in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink skirt help him go to his father's grave and burn the painting, so that his father and mother know that he is doing well now, so Chen Ping'an will hide the sword raising gourd under the laurel tree at that time, but he can't let his father and mother know that he is already a little drunkard.

After writing two letters and taking two picture scrolls, Chen Ping'an left the courtyard again and went to the Xianjia Station. This time Chen Ping'an met the osmanthus girl Jin Su outside the door, although Chen Ping'an insisted on going to the post station to send a letter, but Jin Su also insisted on leading the way, saying that although she did not live in the Guimai courtyard, but she was still the maid of the small courtyard, if Chen Ping'an even had to deal with this kind of thing alone, she would definitely be punished by Aunt Gui and the Fan family, Chen Ping'an had no choice but to let her follow, fortunately when she arrived at the post station, Jin Su was just silent, without any interference, even if Chen Ping'an still put away the Guike wooden card, and paid the snowflake money as an ordinary guest, the woman only did not see it at all。

Jin Su sent Chen Ping'an back to the gate of the small courtyard and stopped to say goodbye. Back at the residence, Aunt Gui was in a small courtyard in Yajing, and it turned out that they lived in one place.

Even the old man of Osmanthus Island didn't know that Jin Su was the only disciple of this woman.

Jin Su sat across from the woman, and the woman smiled and asked, "What, something on your mind? It has something to do with that young man?"

Jin Su, who was born with a cold temperament, didn't smile too much even in the face of this teacher, "It's a little weird." ”

Aunt Gui smiled: "You are still just in the corner of Osmanthus Island, following the ferry back and forth on the sea, in fact, there are very few opportunities to deal with people, and you will feel that young man is strange and normal." ”

Jin Su showed a girlish look for the first time, and said angrily: "I have also gotten off the boat to the inner city a few times, and I have seen many young and handsome people in the old Dragon City. ”

The woman smiled dumbly, "Then you fell in love with Sun Jiashu at first sight? You even mercilessly rejected Fu Nanhua's kindness? Do you know that the Fan family wants you to get closer to Fu Nanhua, but although the Fan family is a businessman, the family style has always been good, even if you are ignorant and almost cause trouble, you still don't want to make it difficult for others, try it with a different surname of Lao Longcheng? You will already have to suffer at this time." ”

Jin Su's eyes were sharp, "The Fan family treats me well, I will naturally repay the favor in the future, but if I dare to force people too much in this kind of thing, I ......"

Without waiting for the woman to finish speaking, the woman leaned forward, stretched out her hand and slapped the disciple's forehead heavily, and said with a smile: "Don't say some useless big words, a cave qi practitioner who stumbled into the middle five realms, really think that he is some kind of great cultivation genius......?

Speaking of this, the woman sighed, how difficult it is to receive a consensual disciple who "has his own will", and it is even more difficult to want the disciple to break through the realm and ascend to the sky step by step. Therefore, the real mountaintop immortal family, the matter of receiving disciples, has always been the top priority, second only to her own enlightenment immortal, she knows two Ten Realm Earth Immortals and a Jade Pu Realm monk, in order to test the heart of a future disciple, it takes the least ten years, the longest is as long as a hundred years, and after everything is ready, she will accept the disciple's apprenticeship.

The young woman who was in a haughty mood didn't stop doing anything, anyway, there were no outsiders here, she got up and moved her position, sat next to the woman, hugged Aunt Gui's arm, and said coquettishly: "Isn't there a good master in Jinsu?" ”

Aunt Gui tapped the woman with one finger and quipped, "You have a good master, but I have a lame apprentice who doesn't make people worry." ”

The young woman hugged the woman's arm, rested her head on the woman's shoulder, and murmured, "Master, do you say that Sun Jiashu likes me?"

Aunt Gui didn't answer the question, but teased, "Spring is gone, and the heart of spring is still there." ”

Jin Su's face was full of shyness, and she complained: "Master!"

The woman turned her head to stare at the disciple's face and said with a kind smile, "How can a man not like such a handsome and good girl?"

Jin Su was full of joy.

But the woman then sighed and said, "But have you ever thought that Sun Jiashu is not only an outstanding man, but also the head of the Sun family in Old Dragon City, a man who is ambitious and wants to become the ancestor of the Sun family, and a protégé disciple with high hopes from the merchants." Even if the two of you are able to come together in the end, once you marry a businesswoman, your path of cultivation will be very difficult. ”

The young woman's expression was gloomy.

The woman touched the soft green silk of the golden millet, "The scenery of the avenue is infinitely good, but it is not easy to walk, all the trade-offs are practice, life in the world is a penance." ”

The woman suddenly smiled and said: "Master, I don't understand, why don't you look down on Fan Xiaozi? What a good child, if you can really like him, even if Master doesn't want to save face and consume a thousand years of incense with the Fan family, he will also promote a marriage between the two of you." ”

Jin Su sighed and hurriedly sat up straight, "Master, don't mess with the mandarin duck spectrum, that Fan boy is stupid, he doesn't have the slightest heroic spirit or heroic posture, he is fooling around all day long, if I take a fancy to him like a little kid, that's the real ghost." ”

The woman smiled and shook her head.

Jin Su said softly: "Master, look at this friend Fan Er, how boring is it, like an elm pimple, he can do everything and say anything, this kind of person, no matter how good his family background is, and then let the Fan family treat him solemnly, his future achievements will not be high." ”

The woman thought about it for a moment, and neither approved nor denied it.

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After Chen Ping'an returned to the yard, he had nothing to worry about for the time being, and began to practice six-step pile walking in the yard.

Jin Dan Old Jian Xiu actually didn't need to leave the house to observe the young man's boxing practice, but the old man still pushed the door and walked out, watching the boxing pile openly.

Chen Ping'an didn't care about this, and just practiced boxing silently.

Before taking the ferry boat of the Comb Water Country, Chen Ping'an walked the pile to practice boxing relatively slowly, the 200,000-mile road of the dragon road, and the subsequent Yangfattang ferry, Chen Ping'an was already in a state of stepping into the threshold of the four realms with one foot, so he punched extremely fast, a total of 300,000 punches, as if it was completed in the blink of an eye.

Now that he has completely broken the bottleneck of the three realms and entered the fourth realm, Chen Ping'an has slowed down his punching speed again.

The three realms of pure martial arts refining qi refining are qi refining, not the cultivation of monks, and it is to work the three things of soul, spirit, and courage.

The old man surnamed Cui of the down-and-out Mangkhut once said that Chen Ping'an, the strongest three realms, as long as he successfully broke through the realm, the three realms of qi refining would go smoothly and unimpeded.

Regarding the boiling of the fourth realm now, Chen Ping'an always feels a little erratic and empty, unlike the first three realms, where every step falls on the solid surface.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an still doesn't feel deeply for the time being, and he doesn't know if his fourth realm is solid enough.

The old man has suggested that the three-layer realm of four, five or six martial arts is best to find opportunities on the ancient battlefield sites, many yin winds and evil qi, yang to strong gangfeng, and all kinds of chaotic qi machines with mixed origins, all of which are good things used by martial artists to temper their souls and galls, in the final analysis, it is still the word hardship.

This is a fight against heaven and earth.

The second best thing is to kill on the battlefield, and the more bloody the battle, the more you can realize that "the whole world is the enemy".

Secondly, it is the catch and fight on the rivers and lakes, using the masters of the rivers and lakes or the qi practitioners of the Middle Five Realms as whetstones to sharpen their martial arts cultivation.

And that Great Wall of Sword Qi, the sword qi is wanton across the heavens and the earth, and congenitally rejects all qi practitioners other than sword cultivation, not to mention pure martial arts, I don't know how many martial artists are not good at proportion, or the ability of the protector is not big enough, greedy for the realm to climb, and died violently in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, so the old man will ask Chen Ping'an to enter the fourth realm, before setting off to the inverted hanging mountain, ascending to the city, and then walking down the head of the Great Wall of Sword Qi alive.

As for how long Chen Ping'an needs to stay up in the city, as for how to control the proportion and climb the city as many times as possible, the old man didn't say a word, he should think that these are pure nonsense.

The barefoot old man's vision was too high, and he had already reached the peak of the Ten Realms a hundred years ago, so his vision had always looked at the highest place in the world.

Therefore, many martial arts "masters" had to repeat the words many times, but the old man didn't say a word to Chen Ping'an.

For example, the opportunity to break the realm between three, four, six and seven, without mentioning a word.

and the mystery of the strongest person in each realm of the martial arts, and I don't want to talk about it.

The less the old man says, the higher the expectations.

The disciples I taught by hand, what are the Nine Realms? Ten Realms are not enough to see!

You, Chen Ping'an, should go straight to the legendary Martial God Realm!

If I want Cui Lao'er, whose heart is higher than the sky, I also want to think that you Chen Ping'an are above the sky!

But the world is so wonderful, Old Man Cui said very little, but Chen Ping'an understood more.

The two successive big chances of the Sun family's ancestral house, Chen Ping'an was ignorant for the first time, and he only felt that the punch was not happy, and then he knew the truth, even if he kept vigil again and again, he finally waited for the opportunity to come, and at that moment, Chen Ping'an suddenly found that he only felt that he had to make this punch again!

Then, without hesitation, he sent those golden air currents into the Cloud Sea Jiaolong back to the sky again.

One old and one young, all unreasonable.

Jin Dan Realm Sword Cultivation Ma Zhi, at first was not very surprised, but after watching the young man boxing for a long time, he finally saw the clue.

The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, only to think that hell.

The soul and courage of a pure martial artist have already taken shape, and they are just waiting to be boiled. This means that from the fourth realm to the sixth realm, it will be very fast, it can be called unimpeded, and if you blindly pursue the speed of martial arts climbing, you can completely scare others.

If it weren't for the fact that he had only learned in advance that the young man had just entered the fourth realm, the old man would not have been so shocked, but it was clear that Mr. Zheng's words were conclusive, and the young man was just the fourth realm.

How can there be such an arrogant and domineering Fourth Realm in the world?

This Fan family Qingke found the natal flying sword in his Qi Mansion and was about to move.

The old man actually had the slightest idea of sparring with the young man.

Jin Dan Sword Cultivator of the Ninth Realm of Qi Practitioners, serious sword against a pure martial artist of the Fourth Realm?

The old man was full of sorrow, feeling that he was really old.

However, Lao Jian Xiu was quickly relieved, the sky and the earth are big, and he, a frog hiding at the bottom of the well in Old Dragon City, can see how many geniuses in Jiuzhou?

The young man practicing boxing with a sword in front of him is just one of them.

The old man had a whim, and asked with a smile: "Chen Ping'an, don't you want to become the strongest martial artist in the world?"

Chen Ping'an just finished walking in six steps at a time, turned around and punched non-stop, and replied, "It must be." ”

The old man is only a young man who can use his connections and work hard to test his own sword, born in the top wealthy immortal sect in Aquarius, with a high heart and a young heart, so he doesn't feel too abrupt, this kind of vigorous young and frivolous is not annoying.

The old man didn't know.

The fist practiced by the young man in front of him is just such a superficial boxing pile, and it has been fought hundreds of thousands of times.

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In the twilight, the Osmanthus Island ferry, which was previously hidden by the huge island, set sail slowly, if someone is at the head of the old dragon city, climb high and look into the distance, you can see the huge figure of this ferry.

Of course, if you are on this island that hangs off the coast, you will see it clearly.

For example, Sun Jiashu, the head of the Sun family.

Leaving the Old Dragon City this time, Sun Jiashu did not let the family worship follow, because there was an additional young sword cultivator from the Wind Thunder Garden, Liu Baqiao.

Wind and dust servants rushed to the Liu Ba Bridge in the old Dragon City, squatting on the railing of the island viewing pavilion at this time, looking at Osmanthus Island in the distance, slightly tired and depressed, tired because all the way to the south, it is inevitable to be exhausted, the loneliness on the face, is mixed feelings, as if a depression crawled from the stomach to the throat, want to spit out, but afraid of hurting friends.

Sun Jiashu said softly: "Why don't you go to Osmanthus Island to explain?"

Even if Liu Baqiao is a talented sword cultivator, he left the Wind and Thunder Garden in a hurry this way, and the sword was so far away, his lips were still chapped, he stretched out his hand to wipe it, shook his head and said, "How can I have the cheekiness to go to see Chen Ping'an." ”

Sun Jiashu leaned against the pavilion pillar, sat next to Liu Baqiao, and said with a wry smile: "This time I can't stand you." ”

Liu Baqiao waved his hand, "Anger is angry, truth is still truth, Chen Ping'an is just my friend of Liu Baqiao, it doesn't mean that he is your friend Sun Jiashu, I didn't expect Chen Ping'an to hide so many secrets, even your Sun Jiashu is inevitably rich and moving, in fact, in the final analysis, it is my fault, or I underestimated the ability of my friend, Sun Jiashu, don't feel more guilty because I said this, I don't need it, and it shouldn't be so." ”

Sun Jiashu rested his arm on the railing, looked sideways, the breeze was blowing, the already handsome man became more and more elegant, and said softly: "This is the reason, but things shouldn't have gotten so bad, you neither scolded me nor beat me, and you are still reasoning with me at this time, you Liu Baqiao is a person who doesn't like to be reasonable, I, Sun Jiashu, know better than anyone else." So why do you think you mean to break up with me?"

Liu Baqiao shook his head and said, "No." You're thinking too much. ”

Liu Baqiao turned his head and pulled the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Really." ”

Sun Jiashu said with a smile: "You cheated me so badly this time, do you think I would have my heart to the bright moon, but why should the bright moon shine on the ditch?"

Liu Baqiao had already continued to look into the distance and grinned, "Sour, more sour than Chen Ping'an's pickles." ”

Sun Jiashu laughed, just sighing in his heart.

The two got up and returned to the old Dragon City, and Sun Jiashu took Liu Baqiao to the ancestral house of the Sun family.

The ancestor of the Sun family of the Yuanying Realm, who was like the Dinghai God Needle, liked Liu Baqiao, the rising star of the Wind and Thunder Garden, for the first time, and he liked it very much.

As an earth immortal, the old man is now rare to use chopsticks, and today he is still sitting at a table with two young people and having a supper, all of which are Liu Baqiao's favorite meals.

Liu Baqiao gags with the ancestor of the Sun family, and has a virtue in his early years, boasting and touting that he never knows what meat and hemp are, and he is unambiguous in revealing his shortcomings, making the old man laugh.

Liu Baqiao still had to rush back to the Wind Thunder Garden, and after eating, he directly hung up the old dragon Cloud Turning Pendant, and the imperial sword left.

Sun Jiashu was alone in the night, holding a fishing rod and fishing silently on the shore.

In the middle of the night, Sun Jiashu suddenly raised his head.

Liu Baqiao returned here, landed behind Sun Jiashu, and kicked the head of the Sun family into the river.

After that, the sword cultivator of the Wind Thunder Garden didn't say a word, and continued to go north.

Sun Jiashu walked ashore like a chicken in soup, but smiled happily.

The ancestor of the Sun family appeared beside Sun Jiashu out of thin air, and said earnestly: "Liu Baqiao, a friend like Liu Baqiao, in this life, whether it is the years of Jiazi or a hundred years and a thousand years, it is a blessing to have one, and we must cherish it." ”

Sun Jiashu wiped his face and said with a smile: "I really know today." Old ancestor, can I be willful once in the future and do something that Sun Jiashu wants to do, but as the head of the Sun family?"

The old man did not hesitate, "The ancestors of the Sun family are happy to see it." ”

Sun Jiashu suddenly slammed into the old man, "Thank you for your kindness!"

The old man smiled heartily: "Get up! Stinky boy, you are now the head of the family." ”

Sun Jiashu carried a fishing rod and a fish basket, walked briskly back to the ancestral house of the Sun family, and left that night to go to the inner city Sun Mansion to deal with affairs.

A Jindan Realm enshriner in the ancestral house of the Sun family, not long after Sun Jiashu left, found the ancestor of the Sun family, and said with a straight smile: "The Sun family has this family master, and I am willing to renew the contract with the Sun family for another hundred years." ”

The old man laughed and agreed.

In the end, the old man came to the ancestral hall alone and silently lit three incense sticks.

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Dust pharmacies.

Since Fan Er didn't have to go to the family ancestral hall to be punished, the young man came to Mr. Zheng to chat generously.

When the boy arrived, the man was lying on the counter, teasing a plump shop woman, and asking the man who worked as a coachman in her family if he had the strength to come home at night after a hard day's work. The woman had long been accustomed to the trick of the shopkeeper in the dusty pharmacy, and replied with a smile on her face, "My bed has been repaired several times by a carpenter."

Fan Er just heard this, pretending not to understand anything, the woman was a little shy, after all, talking nonsense with the shopkeeper,-for-tat, it was fun to relieve boredom, in front of ordinary outsiders, she really didn't dare to be so arrogant. Zheng Dafeng didn't want to let go of the woman, and said with a smile to Fan Er: "In the future, if your family also needs to find a carpenter to repair the bed, you can ask this sister to help you introduce acquaintances." ”

Fan Er sighed.

The shop suddenly resounded with overwhelming crusades, some threatened to sew the shopkeeper's mouth with needles and threads, and some threatened to stop cooking if they were given money. Zheng Dafeng just took it as a tickle, smiled and took the young man to the backyard, before the two sat down, Fan Er had already taken the initiative to help Zheng Dafeng tinker with the old cigarette stick, the latter spit out a puff of smoke rings, and the thought that the kid finally rolled out of the old Dragon City, it was really refreshing.

Fan Er sat on the small bench and asked, "Mr. Zheng, the Fu family is married, are you going?"

Zheng Dafeng said angrily: "If the groom official who spends the candle night in the cave room is me, I will go." ”

Fan Er whispered: "I heard that Fu Nanhua's daughter-in-law who has not yet passed the door looks ...... Not particularly pretty. ”

Zheng Dafeng sneered and said: "Yunlin Jiang's daughter-in-law, isn't good-looking? If you are my daughter-in-law, Lao Tzu can not get out of bed every day!"

Fan Er was speechless.

Mr. Zheng Da is good at everything, but this straightforward speech makes him a little unbearable.

Just talking about chatting with people, it's more interesting to be with Chen Ping'an.

Zheng Dafeng suddenly asked, "Chen Ping'an regards you as a friend?"

Fan Er nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, we are very good friends!"

Zheng Dafeng raised his head and swallowed the clouds and spitted out the fog, playing with the taste: "Fools have foolish blessings." ”

Fan Er rarely refuted this martial arts realm and sky-high preaching master, "Sir, don't say that about Chen Ping'an, he is not stupid, he is very smart, even I have to admire him for knowing so many things." I feel that it is my blessing to know Chen Ping'an. ”

Zheng Dafeng glanced at this stupid boy who lacked roots, "No wonder you can become friends." ”

Zheng Dafeng restrained his expression and said in a deep voice: "I have just personally determined two things. Fan Er, you listen well. ”

Fan Er immediately puffed up his chest and listened attentively.

Zheng Dafeng stretched out a finger, "My senior brother, Li Er, used to be the strongest Nine Realms in the world, and I, Zheng Dafeng, used to be the strongest Eight Realms." So Li Er gave birth to a pair of very promising children and married a ...... I won't mention this, and I'm almost, just close, about to complete a feat that has never been done before, from the Eight Realms to the Ten Realms. Looking back at Chen Ping'an's martial arts three realms, he has attracted visions of heaven and earth twice, as well as his current belongings, so there is a saying, it is right, it is absolutely true!"

Fan Er's eyes widened, full of curiosity.

Zheng Dafeng's expression was solemn, "As long as you become the strongest person in a certain martial arts realm in the entire Haoran world, you can get a steady stream of blessings, of course, if you want to squat in the pit and not, it won't work, you still need to break the realm, otherwise it will violate the purpose of martial arts, but it will not be good." ”

Fan Er asked cautiously: "Sir, do you want to say that I am now the strongest in the world's three realms?" But my sister said that my qualifications are mediocre, which is not good, is it because her vision is not as good as that of Mr. Haha, no wonder Mr. said no wonder I became good friends with Chen Ping'an, no wonder no wonder, it turns out that the two of us are the first and second three realm martial artists in the world......

Zheng Dafeng didn't come anywhere, pointed to the door of the bamboo curtain, and scolded with a smile: "Get out, go and sit over there." ”

Fan Er hurriedly moved the small bench to sit there obediently, it seemed that he had thought of a fork.

I've only been with Chen Ping'an for a few days, and it turned out to be a very smart and clever child, but he suddenly became so lacking?

Zheng Dafeng took a puff of dry smoke, "You can break through the three realms immediately, and when you reach the fourth realm, I plan to help you fight for that opportunity, although it is very slim, but I, Zheng Dafeng, am a martial artist of the Nine Realms, not too far worse than Li Ersong Changjing, I don't believe that Lao Tzu is serious once, and there is something that can never be done!"

Fan Er said timidly: "The strongest fourth realm?"

Zheng Dafeng nodded, "I finally didn't give my brain to the surname Chen." ”

Zheng Dafeng's face was full of righteousness, and he actually secretly enjoyed it in his heart, while you Chen Ping'an suffered a lot on Osmanthus Island and the Great Wall of Sword Qi, you invisibly had to cross a big pass where ordinary martial artists don't have extravagant expectations, but it was extremely dangerous for you, but in the end, even if you passed that level and went through a lot of hardships, the strongest four realms were your friend Fan Er, not you kid, isn't it interesting?

Having said that, in a vast world, there are thousands of heavenly pride walking on the martial arts, and Fan Er, who is not surprisingly talented, can't be beaten, and Chen Ping'an doesn't have to compete for the strongest four realms at all.

At this time, Fan Er held back for a long time, and still couldn't help but say: "Sir, according to what you said, Chen Ping'an is already the fourth realm, if I sneak into this fourth realm, will I collide with him one day? Sir, in fact, when I practiced martial arts, I just didn't have the talent to practice qi, so I wanted to reach the eighth realm that was very high, and I could travel far away against the wind like a qi practitioner, what is the strongest four realms, I don't have much confidence, and I don't want it so much......

In the end, the young man lowered his head, not daring to face Zheng Dafeng.

Zheng Dafeng was full of enthusiasm and ambition, so he poured a basin of cold water on his head.

Fortunately, Zheng Dafeng's mental tenacity far exceeds that of ordinary people, otherwise he would not have today's realm, just as his own temporary intention, and it is just a boring thing.

Zheng Dafeng smiled, "Don't be in a hurry to deny it first, wait until you reach the fourth realm, and if you change your mind at that time, you can tell me." ”

Fan Er smiled: "Okay." ”

Zheng Dafeng waved his hand, "Hurry up and get out, I don't have any ambition at all, and it's annoying to look at it." ”

The young man got up and put the bench back in its place, and when he walked to the door of the bamboo curtain, he turned his head and smiled: "It's not Mr. Sui, I like to enjoy happiness." ”

Zheng Dafeng rolled his eyes.

The young man passed by the deserted pharmacy in front of him, and the young man said goodbye to the women and girls, and the young man greeted them one by one.

After stepping out of the dust pharmacy, Fan Er looked up at the sky, not knowing when her sister would go home, in case she went to Dali in the north this time, she accidentally found him a brother-in-law she didn't like, and she would have a headache. My sister is good, my father and mother are good, my ancestors are good, I am good to Keqing, Mr. Zheng is good, and my friend Chen Ping'an is good just now, but my brother-in-law is not good?

The young man shook his head, walked alone in the alley, and took advantage of the fact that there was no one around, and hit the most majestic and domineering Wang Ba punch in his opinion.

It's a pity that Chen Ping'an was not there, otherwise he would have to bow down.

The next time we meet, we must learn from the heroes of the rivers and lakes with Chen Ping'an, cut off the head of the chicken and burn the yellow paper, and call me a brother!

The more Fan Er thought about it, the happier he became, and his punches became more and more like Wang Baquan, and he didn't forget to cheer him softly, and after stopping, he said: "This set of boxing techniques is really heartwarming!"

The young man didn't know that in the alley behind him, at the door of the dusty pharmacy, there was a young woman in a green robe, her face was tired, as if she had returned from a long trip, she was drinking, looking at the young man's back, and muttered: "Fan Er's name, my father and mother are really not wrong, and I can't do it anymore." ”

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On Osmanthus Island, Chen Ping'an practiced six steps over and over again in the Guimai courtyard at night.

Before reaching the Great Wall of Sword Qi, you are really expected to punch a million!

After walking the pile, Chen Ping'an began to practice the sword furnace pile.

In the second half of the night, Chen Ping'an returned to his house, in the middle of summer, the young man lay on the precious bamboo mat that was as cool as water, and habitually put the wooden box in the bed, and he could reach it as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Close your eyes and fall asleep.

There was a smile on the boy's face.

He was going to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the head of the city to practice his fist pile.