When I returned to the inn from Yaoqin, it was almost dawn, and the stars and moon were about to disappear, leaving only memories in people's hearts.

Looking to the east, a golden scale is rising, the sky is rising, the sound of the watchman is fading away, and the whole city is waking up.

Qiao Chen'an was in the dark, opened his eyes suddenly, and the obsidian-like pupils overflowed with wisps of fine light, and he moved his sedentary body, a little tired-

Not only physically, but also from the depths of the soul.

Last night, he seemed to be extremely indifferent, but in such a dangerous situation, how could he really be calm? The reason why this is so is only because his concentration is extremely strong, he keeps his heart, and forcibly calms himself down. This alone is enough to give him a huge advantage in the battle.

After the battle, he began to recall the details of the battle, looking for his own shortcomings, and found that his performance throughout the night could only be described as unsatisfactory, and in many cases he was extremely indecisive.

With a long sigh in his heart, the reason why this is the case is that in the end, it is the trace of kindness that exists in his heart that is causing trouble, just because he doesn't want these palms to be stained with blood!

Knowing the path of cultivation and competing with others, there is no reason for being soft-hearted, but he can't always be ruthless with this heart, now think about it, what is he trying to avoid?

Maybe he already understood, but he didn't want to admit it in his heart, when he came to this world, he just wanted to use those memories in his chest in his previous life to test his fame, cultivate immortals by the way, and then see what the person he always wanted to see looked like, whether he was as beautiful as in the film and television dramas of later generations.

And then...... Uh, sorry, he hasn't figured it out yet.

Although it sounds a little ugly, he is such a person with no ambitions, and after he has obtained the cultivation exercises, he has not thought about how powerful he will be in the future, and he has not wanted to participate in the battle of the monks.

He just wants to protect the people he wants to protect.

But in many cases, there is only one way to solve the problem.

One word, kill.

couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly: "Qiao Chen'an, Qiao Chen'an, how long do you want to be 'foolish'?!"

There are thousands of thoughts in his mind, Qiao Chen has been at ease for a long time between heaven and man, and in the end, he can only calm down by meditating, and probably only in the time of cultivation can he forget all his troubles!

When he opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright, and the fresh air of the early morning flowed into the room with the sunshine, sprinkling warmth, and he began to review the harvest of this trip, killing the two villain bosses, dropping two magic weapons, a few catties of Yangyuan tea, and more than ten other miscellaneous pills, of course, the most important thing is to harvest a blood Bodhi containing a large amount of ghost essence, and save the poor Oiran, who is currently speculated to be sleeping without an image......

Whenever he thought of this, Qiao Chenan felt a deep speechlessness for Yaoqin, how unlucky was it to be involved......

Suddenly remembered that Meng Dewei, the black-hearted city god who was put in by the mutton fat jade net bottle, almost forgot about him, Qiao Chenan hurriedly took out the magic weapon, and his mind entered the bottle, but he found that it was already empty, and as far as the eye could see, there was only ice and snow and endless flames in the sky, which seemed to have been completely wiped out.

"Hey, it's not appropriate to put a good city god, you have to learn what other people do to be bad guys......"

......

The accident that happened in the City God Temple last night naturally alarmed many people in the city, and until the early morning, the fire was still raging outside the city, and many good people went to watch, and after seeing the scene in front of them, they were suddenly stunned.

The walls were ruined, the smoke was mixed with the fire, and overnight, the entire temple was reduced to ruins.

"Who is so bold that he even dares to burn the City God Temple!"

"Not necessarily, maybe it was a fire caused by a lightning strike!"

Everyone talked about it, but no one would get to the bottom of it, after all, it was just a city god temple, even if it was gone, what could it be worth?

Anyway, it won't be long before a new one is erected.

......

I went to Chongwen Academy early in the morning, listened to a few classes boredly, and was called by the teacher Wang Lizhi to go to the school to take the exam, and saw that although his answer was not very incisive, but it was also reasonable, the latter let him go.

But what he didn't expect was that not long after returning to the inn, a young man in Tsing Yi found him under the leadership of the guy in the store, and after asking, he knew that something had happened to Huangfu Xuan.

Qiao Chen was taken aback, and a little bad premonition poured out, is this little guy in any danger?

But thinking about it carefully, I think it's unlikely, Huangfu Xuan is already lucky not to make trouble for others, not to mention the hundreds of little brothers of the Axe Gang, who dares to provoke him without long eyes?

Under careful questioning, Qiao Chen'an's face became darker and darker, and as he expected, this little guy didn't let him worry!

Half an hour later, when he came to Huangfu Xuan's private school, he heard bursts of laughter from the courtyard from a distance, and vaguely heard Huangfu Xuan say: "Stinky old man, let you punish me!"

Qiao Chenan hurriedly quickened his pace and rushed into the school hall like a gust of wind, and saw more than 20 teenagers laughing and making fun in the room, without any appearance of studying, scattered with books all over the ground.

Huang Fuxuan stood on a table with his waist pinched, his little face tilted, and a prank smile on his face.

Looking forward, after Qiao Chenan saw the appearance of the private school teacher, he almost laughed, "Ah", and said dumbfounded: "Mr. Wu?"

It turned out that the teacher of this private school was none other than Mr. Wu, who had taught him to read when he was a child, and he was still the same as before, but his hair was almost completely white, and his old face was full of wrinkles, but in just a few years, the wind and frost of the years left very obvious traces on his body.

It's just that Mr. Wu was a little embarrassed at this time, his clothes were disheveled, his hair was a little disheveled, his white beard was messy, his face was full of helplessness, and he kept shouting: "Give me all the seats!"

The snapping sound of the ring ruler in his hand was useless.

When Mr. Wu heard someone shouting to himself, he noticed that the tall young man at the entrance of the school hall showed a little doubt in his somewhat cloudy old eyes, and said, "Who is this son?"

I haven't seen him for a few years, Qiao Chen'an is no longer the same child he used to be, he is tall, with long hair up to his shoulders, a handsome face, and eyes as bright as stars.

The green shirt covers his body, just lining his figure, and there is no sense of powerlessness of a scholar.

At a glance, there is a feeling of standing out from the crowd, anyone who sees it must praise a good handsome man, it is no exaggeration to say that just his appearance, to the Qinglou one of the stops, there will be a merry sister twisting the slender waist and taking the initiative to stick up, regardless of remuneration, just for a happy night.

Sister loves to be pretty, not just talking.

Qiao Chenan smiled: "Sir, I'm Chen'an!"