He Ping is not a murderer, but he is not an indecisive person either.

Sometimes, when you think of kindness, others will not be grateful, but will give you endless troubles.

He Ping can accept Luo Fei'er, not because of her beauty, but because she has always wanted to let him go. Because of her stopping, Zhang Yaohui missed the opportunity to kill him, and he was able to escape with his life.

Pulling Zhang Yaohui's corpse, He Ping came to the apple forest, dug a pit with a sword, and threw the corpse into it.

After burying the body, He Ping walked to the carriage and turned into the car.

"Go all out to Three Rivers Town!"

He Ping got into the carriage, gave a command, and stopped talking.

Sanhe Town was not on the way to Jizhou, but Lao Gu didn't dare to disobey, the horse whip shook, snapped, and the carriage set off in a hurry.

Lao Gu secretly complained bitterly, the other party turned out to be an immortal, he actually saw the battle of the immortals, it was terrible!

Will this person in the car kill him? How could the secret of the immortals be known to a mortal.

Lao Gu was miserable in his heart, he thought it was fat, but he didn't expect to take his life!

Half an hour later, a streamer flew by and stopped next to the apple orchard.

The streamer was retracted, and a middle-aged monk fell to the ground. The middle-aged monk was dressed in a cyan robe, with a bun on his head, and his face was a little long, with three strands of long hair, fluttering on his chest.

If He Ping was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this person was Wu Shixiong, a monk who explored the secret realm with Zhang Yaohui.

Wu Shixiong's face was gloomy, and he stepped into the woods and stopped in front of a mound of dirt. With a wave of his palm, the dirt in front of him exploded, revealing a corpse.

"Rubbish!"

Wu Shixiong cursed in a low voice. A monk who practiced the eighth layer of qi, purchased a little fire cloud crystal, and was actually killed here!

Something that was only worth a thousand spirit stones was actually killed, what a waste, a waste! Wu Shixiong couldn't help it, and burst into a foul mouth.

Huo Yunjing was very important to him, he had to look for it, he had already checked, Zhang Yaohui's storage bag was missing, and someone must have taken it away.

Wu Shixiong jumped on the flying sword and chased after him. The storage bag had his mark on it, and he believed it would be found.

Without chasing far, Wu Shixiong landed on the ground, and he had already felt the storage bag, which was in the grass in front of him.

Wu Shixiong picked up the storage bag, his face was gloomy, and the storage bag was empty.

Lao Gu drove the carriage carefully, but the man never spoke, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

On the bare road ahead, a middle-aged man in a green shirt stood with his hands in his hands, it was Wu Shixiong.

Lao Gu didn't dare to stop, so he had to shout: "This gentleman, please give way!"

Wu Shixiong was stunned and did not move.

Lao Gu's face was bitter, and he pulled the reins of the horse, wanting the carriage to pass by.

The galloping horse seemed to hit the wall, and with a bang, the horse's head shook and came to a sharp stop.

is another immortal, and Lao Gu has endless bitterness in his heart.

"Daoist friends in the car, can you come down and talk about it?" Wu Shixiong said in a deep voice.

There was silence in the car.

Wu Shixiong's fingers were lightly raised, and the curtain was windless and automatic.

Inside the carport, a white embroidered robe hung on the beam, swaying gently, is Zhang Yaohui's clothes.

Wu Shixiong said: "What about the people in the car?"

"I don't know!"

When the man left, he didn't even find out.

"What's his name?"

A mortal, it is estimated that he doesn't know anything, although it may be in vain, Wu Shixiong still asked.

"I don't know!"

As he thought, he really didn't know what to ask. However, he still asked a point, and Lao Gu told him that their purpose was Three Rivers Town.

Wu Shixiong nodded.

Lao Gu had just relaxed, a big hand was on his head, and he suddenly felt dizzy.

Wu Shixiong sneered, a mortal who also wanted to deceive him, he was really killing himself! As soon as his palm loosened, Lao Gu's body fell to the ground.

It's not far, and he doesn't mind going for a run.

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Narrow paths, emaciated old horses, dilapidated carriages.

An old man with a white beard sat sideways on the wheel, holding a long horsewhip in his arms, swaying gently with the jolting of the carriage.

On the small carriage, there were eight people, an old woman in gray, a white-haired old man, a young woman with two children, a young man with a handsome face, a strong young man, and a young man with a slightly dark face, it was He Ping.

Opening the storage, He Ping was taken aback, there were too many things in it, not to mention the elixir, those fire cloud crystals alone were worth thousands of spirit stones, and all the things added up were definitely worth more than two thousand spirit stones, and this time he made a fortune!

A windfall fell from the sky, He Ping was not carried away, how could a side line of an extinct family have so much property? Unless he still has a backer. Being able to defeat Zhang Yaohui is already He Ping's limit, how dare he contend with the other party's backers? So he dressed up in disguise and sat in this carriage in the direction of Jizhou.

He Ping didn't know, because he was so low-key, he escaped a killing.

Wu Shixiong couldn't have imagined that a dignified immortal cultivator would mix with a bunch of mortals, or he couldn't even afford to rent a carriage, such a poor mortal.

In He Ping's heart, he never felt how tall he was, he was just a poor dick, and he was looked down upon everywhere, which was normal. What if you look down on it? Will there be a piece of meat missing?

He Ping's indifferent character is easy to gain the trust of others. When he came to this world, almost everyone he knew gave him more or less help, especially the help of beautiful women!

The young woman sat next to He Ping, holding the babbling little boy in her arms, the child was very noisy, eating this for a while, taking that for a while, and then she even shouted for milk, the young woman had no choice, her face was blushing, she turned her back and untied her clothes.

The older girl is very sensible, does not cry or make trouble, and fiddles with a small rag doll in her hand. The little girl has a small ponytail, a round face, big eyes, and long eyelashes flickering when she blinks, which is very cute.

"Kid, how old are you?"

"Five-year-old!" said the little girl, a little shy, bowing her head.

"Your doll is so pretty, can you let me give it a hug?"

The little girl didn't speak, and handed the rag doll to He Ping. The little guy is very generous, He Ping originally wanted to tease her, but he didn't expect her to really give it to him.

He Ping took the rag doll.

"Wow, she's still in pigtails. Who pierced it?"

"Me. The little girl said proudly.

"You're so good, do you like her?"

The little girl nodded vigorously.

"Does she have a name?" He Ping asked with a smile.

The little girl shook her head.

......

chatting happily with the little girl, He Ping seemed to have returned to his childhood.

Suddenly, he heard a soft exclamation, it was the handsome young man. He Ping had already seen that it was a young girl.

The body of the stout young man was close to the girl, and his hands were not exposed, and he did not know where.

The old woman in gray moved the package in her arms, moved her body, and no longer looked over there.

The white-haired old man seemed to be asleep and did not open his eyes at all.

He Ping didn't want to cause trouble, but there were some things that he really couldn't look like.

"That little brother, come here and sit!"

He Ping patted the sack next to him.

The man and girl stood up and were about to come over, but they were grabbed by the arm of the strong young man.

The strong young man's arm pulled back, and the girl fell directly into the young man's arms, and there was another exclamation. The girl tried to stand up, but she was held tightly and couldn't move.

He Ping frowned, the more he didn't want to cause trouble, the more trouble he had, and touched the little girl's head.

"Little friend, big brother will play with you later!"

He Ping stood up, and the young woman next to him turned her face and shook her head at him gently.

Do you want him to be nosy? That sturdy young man is obviously taller and burlier than He Ping, and the young woman may be afraid that He Ping will suffer.

He Ping took two steps, came to the sturdy young man, and said in a deep voice: "Let go of her!"

The stout young man didn't raise his eyes, and a word popped out of his mouth.

"Get out!"

As if demonstrating to He Ping, the strong hands were even more dishonest, and the girl screamed again.

He Ping stretched out his arm, grabbed the palm of the young man, pulled the arm away, grabbed the girl with the other hand, and gently pulled the girl away from the young man.

In the midst of the swaying, the girl's hat fell off, and her black hair was scattered.

The stout young man was furious, stood up, spread his five fingers, and grabbed the girl's shoulder.

He Ping wrapped his arms around the girl, took the girl between the crooks of his arms, lifted her lightly, and sent her behind him.

"Duck to the side!"

He Ping didn't look back and commanded softly.

The sturdy young man didn't catch the girl, he was furious, and said sharply: "Stop!"

Everyone has long seen the situation here.

The old man who was driving the car ——, stopped the thin horse.

The sturdy young man took out a short knife, grabbed He Ping's collar, pulled He Ping, and jumped out of the carriage.

"Nosy, don't know whether to live or die!"

The sturdy young man pulled He Ping and walked into the cornfield next to him.

There was silence in the carriage, and everyone looked at the cornfield. The two of them walked a little far, and the crowd couldn't see what was going on over there.

"Little sister, hurry up!"

: The young woman lowered her head, did not look at the boy and girl, and her voice was extremely suppressed.

The girl stood up and was about to leave, but saw the corn shake, and a thin figure ran out, looking panicked.

"Uncle, let's go!"

He Ping shouted anxiously as he climbed into the carriage.

There was no one behind him, could it be that the sturdy young man was killed by him? Everyone thought so.

The old man whipped his horsewhip, snapped, and the thin horse raised its hooves, and the carriage creaked and squeaked.

There was silence in the carriage.

After a while, the girl looked at He Ping and said softly, "Thank you!"

"It's fine!"

He Ping had a bright smile on his face.

"We didn't see anything!"

The old man, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes and said loudly.

"The man left on his own!"

The young woman straightened the child in her arms, and suddenly said.

"Yes, he got out of the car and left!" said the old woman.

This is the people at the bottom, they are weak, they are cowardly, they dare not do anything. They are like ants, maybe the strong can crush them with a finger, but they have their own concept of right and wrong!

He Ping was a little moved, although he was no longer a mortal, but in his heart, he was still that little dick, an ant struggling at the bottom, he didn't care about other people's discrimination, he didn't care about other people's ridicule, he had his beliefs.