"Boy, this is a big treasure, huh? What are you screaming about? The old beggar scolded impatiently.

"Return my spirit stone, I want to buy Dan to practice"

Nan Xingchen continued to chatter.

"That's it, now this broken bowl is given to you, and you can't recognize the Lord, I'll give you a quenching pill first, and after you eat it, the impurities in your body will be exhausted, and you can easily reach the Qi training period, which is considered the interest for you?"

The beggar old man was on his body, looking around, and finally took out a black pill, Nan Xingchen suspected that it was the mud lump rubbed on his body.

"Don't you believe the old man? What about the trust that is good between people? ”

Looking at Nan Xingchen covering his mouth and having too much stomach acid, the old beggar rolled his eyes.

"Do I believe you? Last time, I took your other black pills, and I almost died, and I was in a coma for seven days and seven nights" Nan Xingchen was also angry, but he didn't dare to tell anyone that he was a traverser, and Nan Xingchen, who was really in this world, was indeed dead.

"How do I know that your physique is so poor, you still have to ascend to the sky in one step to gather qi, you have a little common sense of cultivation, okay, if you don't do a good job of your physique first, discharge impurities, just gather qi and blow you up, you actually didn't die, count your boy's life as big, pick up a life, believe the old man, this time it will definitely work"

Nan Xingchen listened to what the old beggar said, and took the pill in disbelief, and put it in his arms.

"Okay, old man, you write me an IOU"

Nan Xingchen was still thinking about his ten lower-grade spirit stones.

"Write, write, you go find pen and paper"

Nan Xingchen found a pen and paper and handed it to the old beggar, who thought for a long time and wrote, "I owe Nan Xingchen ten lower grade spirit stones today, and I will pay it off when I go home, and the debtor: Jin Yaoyang"

"Old man, your name is very nice, by the way, where is your home?"

Nan Xingchen touched his head and asked.

"It's not far, it's three days away"

"Then you don't go back and get it"

"Hehe, there is no travel fee, go back if you earn the travel fee"

"Okay" Nan Xingchen put the IOU in his arms and went back towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Nan Xingchen took out the identity token on his belt and entered the city lord's mansion unimpeded, and saw a large banquet in a courtyard, with more than 20 tables and many maids and maids, sitting together talking and laughing.

"I've been keeping a vigil for the little master these days, but I'm tired."

"The executives know that we have worked hard, and they have arranged a sumptuous meal for us subordinates"

Nan Xingchen blended into the banquet, found a remote corner, and sat down at the table, he didn't care about the people around him, because he was eating his own table.

He picked up the chicken leg and devoured it, and his stomach was already hungry.

A family member next to him also divided a bag with him, and said with a smile, "Brother, which yard are you a little handyman, you eat slowly, you can pack it and take it back."

Nan Xingchen gnawed on the chicken leg and pointed to the back of the courtyard.

"Oh, it turned out to be the eldest prince Nan Xiaolei, I heard that the miscellaneous servants there don't eat well, sleep well, and are often beaten, I really pity you, it's not like I'm the third lady Nan Xuanyin's yard to do chores, but it's easy, it's good"

"I am from the second son's Nanhuasheng Hospital, and I was not beaten, but I was also scolded every day," a family member next to him also complained.

Nan Xingchen ate almost, hurriedly packed a big bag of food, and headed towards his remote courtyard, he was not like the first three, someone served, and he had to be self-sufficient in everything, the garden was full of vegetables grown by himself, not to mention eating this kind of food to the people today.

"Stop, Southern Star"

Nan Xingchen heard someone calling for himself behind him, he looked back, and saw the senior officials of Nanfu looking at him angrily.

"What's the matter, executive business," he asked tentatively.

"If it weren't for someone to report it, I really can't believe it, you actually pretended to be dead? But the masters surnamed Nan, which one cares about your death? Who are you? They all forgot, it's all up to me to arrange the funeral for you, and you actually let me work in vain? ”

What does Nan Xingchen not want to explain? Isn't it his job to arrange the aftermath for himself, who has the blood of the surname Nan?

Nan Xingchen carried the packed food and continued to walk towards his small courtyard.

"Nan Xingchen, you stop, put down the food in your hands, and you can go back to your own yard"

The executive looked high-minded and pointed to the food packed by Guide Xingchen.

In my memory, this executive didn't make trouble for himself, and he had to keep his head down when he saw him in his previous life, but now that he has lived for the second life, he is not afraid of him at all.

"Bold dog minion" Nan Xingchen stepped forward with an ear.

"You..." was slapped inexplicably and the head was buzzing.

"What am I, I'm eating my Nan family's own food, what do you have to do with your dog slave, and don't call Young Master Ben's name, you don't deserve it, you're just a subordinate"

Nan Xingchen gave him a blank look and left whistling.

"You're crazy, Nan Xingchen, you actually dare to hit me" The executive took a motherly step, stretched out his fist and smashed it at Nan Xingchen.

Nan Xingchen turned around and looked at him coldly, and only spit out one word, "Get out."

Steward Wen was so frightened that he beat a few spirits, lowered his head, and didn't dare to look directly at Nan Xingchen.

Nan Xingchen returned to his courtyard, gently closed the door, and came to his room.

He sat cross-legged and took out the black Quenching Pill from his arms.

"Do you want to believe that dead old man? Give it a try."

He pinched his nose, stuck out his tongue, licked a mouthful of the pill, and smacked his mouth, "I didn't try it."

He tried again and continued to lick it.

"It seems to be sweet, the old man won't deceive me with sugar pills, right?"

Nan Xingchen plans to try one last time to determine whether it is a lump of mud or a sugar pill?

"Boom"

Two handymen armed with wooden sticks kicked open the door of Nan Xingchen's room, causing Nan Xingchen's hand to slip in fright, and the pill swallowed into his stomach with a "grunt".

Nan Xingchen hurriedly dug his throat with his fingers, trying to spit out the pill.

"Beat me" Before Nan Xingchen could dig out the elixir, they took a wooden stick and beat her indiscriminately, Nan Xingchen held his head and was knocked to the ground, with bright red blood flowing from his head, staining the floor red.

He couldn't care about the wound on his head, he still teased his throat with his fingers, and he still wanted to spit out the pill, in case it was poison again, he was really wronged, and he overturned twice.

At this time, his temples were smashed from the side by the handyman, and his eyelids were heavy, and his head was constantly shaking.

"Hmph, do you dare to offend senior executives? No one even knows how to kill you, waste, phew" One of the handymen spat thick phlegm on Nan Xingchen's head, and after the other kicked twice, the two of them whistled and left.

When they came to the garden, the two took out their crotch and put two soaks of water in the small ancient well in the courtyard of Nanxingchen.

"Hahaha" The two smiled and closed the courtyard door and left

Nan Xingchen gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, he tried to get up slowly, but his eyes turned white, and he fainted.