As soon as his mind moved, countless neatly chopped thick green bamboos flew out from Chen Fusheng's side.

Pointing at one point, a red line snaked out of the cuff, dividing nine paths in the air, and rushing straight towards these green bamboos.

Although the acacia red line is made of strange material and is not sharper than other flying swords, it is always a Dao Gate magic weapon, like a knife cutting tofu, breaking at one touch, and the incision is as smooth as a mirror.

Chen Fusheng stretched out his hand, and a piece of Northern Darkness True Water flew out of his hand, just rolling and pressing on it, and the surface of these cut bamboo pieces glowed with a faint spiritual light, which was pressed into a flat bamboo board.

With a finger of his hand, dozens of the thickest green bamboos turned into pillars, and those bamboo boards that had been slightly refined were also attached to them under the drive of mana, and in a blink of an eye, a three-story bamboo building appeared in front of him.

Fortunately, when Chen Fusheng and the others left the city, the sky had already turned dark, and there were no pedestrians on the road, otherwise such a strange scene would have frightened many people.

Glancing at this bamboo building, Chen Fusheng clapped his palms with satisfaction, and Zhen Haizhu flew out of his sleeve and hung in the bamboo building, releasing a piece of sea-blue brilliance rippling like water, enveloping the bamboo building.

With a wave of their robes, the three people who were dazzled next to them involuntarily rose into the air and fell into the bamboo building.

A clear drink, the three of them woke up, Chen Fusheng said with a smile: "I heard in Songdu that this Mr. Huatan is knowledgeable, educated and classless, Ji Tong, you have always had the wish to worship the marquis, and only those who know books and reason are qualified to enter my door wall, although you have the ability to recite, but after all, there is a lack of guidance from a famous teacher, in my opinion, in addition to practicing the magic method every day, you might as well worship under this Mr. Huatan, and learn some truth sooner or later." ”

Hong Jitong is bound by his luck and his own background and heart, and he is afraid that he has not much hope in cultivation, and he is bound to rise up in the future and plot the world.

A monk who can only do two or three magic techniques is not a big deal, at most it is a disaster for a time and a place, but if Hong Jitong really learns and understands, then it will not be as simple as pulling up a group of thieves, but gathering into a party and having a real goal and concept.

That's when the real chaos comes in.

Moreover, Chen Fusheng can also use this to get in touch with that Mr. Huatan, so as to find out the details of that fellow Demon Sect more clearly.

The night passed quietly.

Then there was a noise in the faint morning light, Chen Fusheng put away his mana, looked at Hong Jitong and said, "You go outside and take care of these things clearly, you are only allowed to protect yourself, and you must not hurt others."

As soon as the words fell, Hong Jitong jumped out of the bamboo building, took a few steps, and was already standing in front of a group of villagers who were either barefoot or wearing straw sandals and dressed in coarse linen, with a look of eagerness.

After all, he is a young man, after practicing his true qi, he has always wanted to stretch out, but it is a pity that few people go to Touliu Mountain, even Princess Shanhua doesn't know how much stronger than him, this time it was easy to seize the opportunity, and he wanted to perform well.

Chen Fusheng pushed open the window, stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the situation downstairs, and smiled faintly.

And when he got up this bamboo building last night, he neither went to the government to register and declare, nor did he discuss with the villagers, but deliberately placed it on the side of the road to obstruct others from going, just to deliberately cause trouble.

He had already found out clearly that Xu Jingde had a reputation in this place, so when those villagers had disputes, they did not go to the government, but directly handed them over to him to preside over the decision.

These villagers are all from poor backgrounds, farming as a business, although there is a lack of food, look yellow and thin, there is no meat on the body, but because of perennial labor, they really have a lot of strength.

But this bamboo building has his mana blessing aura, not to mention damage, as soon as these people approach the place where this bamboo building is a foot away, they are ostracized.

And Hong Jitong was stubborn, and he relied on opening up two or three tricks, his body was smart and vigorous, and his limbs had the strength of hundreds of catties, just pulling with his hands, and he made these people turn over on their backs, like a whirlwind, in and out of the crowd several times, no one could stand, and they all fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he was restrained by Chen Fusheng, and he didn't dare to hurt anyone.

And some clever people next to him saw that it was not good, and ran to the fine house where Xu Jingde had already been in place, wanting to invite this big man to come out to administer justice, but Hong Jitong did not stop him.

Ordinary people are illiterate and ignorant.

At most, after the year of confusion, his appearance is withered, and his spirit is even more sluggish.

Although he is not a monk and does not know martial arts, he is a scholar who knows books and reason, and naturally has a heart that is very different from that of ordinary people.

In barbarian places like Silla and Baekje, even more so, even if there is no literary atmosphere on his head, Chen Fusheng will definitely not admit his mistake, not to mention that this Mr. Huatan has bright eyebrows, eyes like a dawn star, and a stern dress, and is surrounded by a group of people, and it is too simple to describe it as standing out from the crowd.

Xu Jingde walked out of the house in small steps, first to check that the bodies of the people on the ground were okay, then to look at Hong Jitong who was standing on the side of the road, and finally looked up at the bamboo building.

His knowledge was naturally much higher than that of this villager, and he could see at a glance that this bamboo building that suddenly appeared overnight was definitely not done by man, and there must be the power of ghosts and gods in it.

However, Confucianism said: The son is silent, and the strange power is chaotic. Xu Jingde has been studying for decades, and he is far less frightened of these than ordinary people, and he knows that Hong Jitong is young after all, and he is not the real person in charge, so he is dressed up, his hands are over his chest, and he said loudly: "Songdu Xu Kejiu is here, and I invite the master to come forward to meet!"

"There are sages living in Huatan, and today I see it and it is really worthy of its name. ”

Chen Fusheng casually said the words that had not been used for several years, then stepped down from the void of the windowsill, slowly stood in front of Xu Jingde, and returned the salute.

Looking at the villagers at the end, Chen Fusheng waved his sleeve robe, and sent out a mana to help these people up out of thin air, regulate qi and blood, and then turned around and said apologetically: "Wang Moufang has been studying in Daqi since he came back, and he planned to live here, but he didn't expect that the boy was young and frivolous, and he showed off his skills by learning some martial arts, and actually injured so many people. ”

Speaking of this, Chen Fusheng took out a copper plate with his sleeve and placed some scattered silver and said: "These silver coins are counted as the cost of decoction and medicine to be compensated, Wang has just arrived, and he doesn't know anything about the personnel here, how to distribute it, and I have to ask Mr. to bother more." ”

In fact, Hong Jitong is quite measured, the reason why these people can't afford to fall to the ground, but most of them are worried about being put down by Hong Jitong after getting up, and now seeing Xu Jingde come out, not only did someone come forward to admit his mistake, but also made up for the silver two, each of them was a hundred times more energetic, looking at this Mr. Huatan.

Silla and Baekje, although they have gold and silver mines, but limited to the smelting and mining process, far inferior to Daqi, for these ordinary people, this two taels of silver is already the greatest wealth they have ever seen in their lives, and they have long been thrown away from the clouds.

Xu Jingde coughed lightly, just now he was about to speak, but he didn't expect Chen Fusheng to start so quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he smoothed out everything, which made him a little up and down now, and he didn't know what to say.