It is better to be a peaceful dog than to be a troubled person. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In this chaotic world, ordinary people are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, powerless to resist.

If he had come earlier, maybe these three people would not have died, or if he hadn't been here today, then this group of bandits and robbers would have been free, and I don't know how many people would have died at their hands.

"Time is also fate!" Ning Caichen sighed, then stopped thinking about it and walked in the fierce snowstorm.

There are too many injustices in this world, and he has no ability to benefit the people of the world, so he can only rely on a long sword in his hand to cut off the evil in front of him.

The old master in the school often taught him to be open-minded and have a clear conscience, and he is doing the same now.

The wind and snow do not stop, the night is like water, covering the earth, this night he did not have such good luck to meet the inn or people, can only sleep in the mountains, meditate to keep out the cold, wake up in the morning, but unexpectedly found that the internal force in the dantian has increased so much.

Don't underestimate this growth, it is enough for his usual three or five days of cultivation, one after another internal forces circulate in the meridians, and finally return to the dantian, tend to be calm, and the day after tomorrow is just around the corner.

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The whole body was full of energy, shook the snow on the robe, and continued to carry the book basket on his back, stepping on the snow, and walking along the road ahead.

Thick clouds obscured the daylight, the ground was gray, and the snow began to slowly lighten, and by noon the sky was just a few snowflakes.

After confirming the direction, he directly transported the internal force and rushed out, leaving a very small trace on the snow surface where he passed, which showed that his light skills were also good, and then he stepped on the snow without a trace.

"Whew"

The figure flew over, and in a few breaths it crossed the mountain.

Time is like flowing water, passing and never returning, and a month passes like this.

And Ning Caichen finally stepped into the boundary of Yanzhou, where there are many martial arts sects, and innate masters can be seen everywhere, and there are even more acquired martial artists, countless of them.

With his sixfold cultivation of the day after tomorrow, if he didn't pay attention to it, he would be killed, so he simply hid his cultivation and turned into an ordinary scholar who traveled around to study, and no one troubled him.

In this way, he stayed in Yanzhou for a while, and after collecting the account, he continued to rush to other parts of Shenzhou.

There is no need for horses, so he hurries step by step, carrying a basket of books, if there are any local people, he will come to visit and ask for advice, and after a few days, his knowledge has increased a lot, and the greenness on his face has faded.

It's another month of streamers.

Anyang County, Qingzhou.

The tall tower towered, and a team of heavily armed armor soldiers patrolled it, and at the gate of the city, the soldiers guarding the city were checking the passers-by.

In the long procession, a young white-robed boy carrying a book basket on his back stepped into the city with the flow of people.

The nine counties of Qingzhou do not have a hegemon-level force, but there are several top sects and families, although they are not as good as Wudang, Shaolin, these sects, but they are not weak at all, several major sects and dozens of strong forces jointly control Qingzhou, and it is almost impossible for foreign forces to occupy a place in the nine counties here.

And the power of the imperial court was completely destroyed here, none of these soldiers were under the orders of the imperial court, they were the private soldiers of these forces, and they were used to govern the nine counties, but although the strength of the six gates was suppressed here, none of them dared to make a move.

The Six Gates are different from the imperial court, and now they are a behemoth, occupying the land of the three states, with countless masters, and there is even an iron capture Han Li in charge, no one dares to provoke.

No matter how bold the people in the Qingzhou martial arts are, they don't dare to really tear their faces with the six doors and give them an excuse to invade the nine counties.

Since the collapse of the national fortunes, the six doors have been fighting again and again, Leng is relying on his own strength, fighting against the martial arts alone, and the invincible power is not said by mouth, but with knives, blood, and human lives.

"This kind of heritage is not inferior to Luoyang!"

Ning Caichen looked around, sighed in his heart, no one cared about him, and walked around the streets as soon as he entered the city.

The most brilliant thing in Anyang is the world-famous green wine, countless people want to take a sip of it when they break their scalps, and it has been passed down for hundreds of years, but unfortunately he is not a good wine person, otherwise he has to find a chance to taste it.

There is an old friend of the shopkeeper here, who has been friends for decades, and he just took the opportunity to take a look and tell him the news of the old man's death.

The westernmost part of the city, it is a bazaar, and it is very lively, but the surrounding houses are relatively dilapidated, which is in stark contrast to the center of the city, and the people living here are the lowest people in Anyang County.

He walked around here a few times before he found a restaurant called "Qingju Pavilion", in broad daylight, there were few people, it seemed relatively deserted, it seemed that the business here was not very good.

"Is the king's shopkeeper there?"

"I'm just, what's the matter with you?" a rich old man suddenly straightened up from the counter beside him, his small eyes dripping and wandering.

"I'm Ning Caichen, don't you know me?"

Hearing him say this, the suspicion in the old man's eyes not only did not dissipate, but became heavier.

"I remember, why did you come to me when you didn't accompany your shopkeeper?" At this time, the old man's attitude was already obvious.

"Shopkeeper, I'm here to collect debts, you still owe my shopkeeper wine money and haven't given it, I still have an IOU here!"

"Hurry up and get out of here, I don't know you, and I don't owe anyone money!" As soon as he heard that he was here to collect the debt, the old man didn't wait for Ning Caichen to take out the IOU, and his big hand like a fan pushed him outward, and he couldn't stop scolding.

"King Laitou, are you bullying people again?"

A large number of people immediately gathered around him, mocking.

The old man's face was hot, and he scolded: "Don't go to work anymore, I'm going to report to the official here, let the official send grandpa to arrest all of you, and you will feel good when the time comes!"

After saying that, he slammed the door of the inn shut.

Ning Caichen looked embarrassed, he couldn't have imagined that it would be such a scene, this is an old man pulled his sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Young man, how could you come to provoke Wang Laizi, he is a well-known scoundrel in Anyang County, and he is lawless on weekdays by knowing a few officials!"

"What is lawless, it is clearly a dog fighting people!" the man on the side scolded.

After a while, everyone dispersed, and he turned to leave, it was almost night, and there was not much money in his hand, so he had to find a place to spend the night first, and then make plans tomorrow, most of this account would not come back.

When night fell, the cold clouds covered the top, the north wind howled, the temperature plummeted, and the sky began to float one by one snowflakes again, falling on people, biting cold, and a touch of dim candlelight lit up all over the county town of Anyang.

"Whew, it's cold!"

Ning Caichen tightened his clothes, rubbed his hands together, and the hot air exhaled from his mouth instantly turned into cold air, and ice crystals covered his body, and he hurriedly accelerated his pace.

After about half an hour, he wandered out of the downtown area, and came to a wasteland, where the grass and trees were swaying, and there were dead trees everywhere, and there was no one here.

"Looks like it's only going to be here for one night!"

He put down the book basket on his back, picked up some dry grass to spread the ground, and found a pile of firewood from outside to set up a bonfire.

The chill that lingered on his body faded, and the roaring firelight brought long-lost warmth in this winter night, and a cold wind blew and the firelight swayed.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and not only that, but it was pouring rain and snow against the dilapidated roof, and the only remaining wooden pillars creaked and crumbled.

After eating some dry food at will, he sat cross-legged in the corner of the wall and began to close his eyes and practice qi, gradually the sound of the violent rain became smaller and smaller, his mind fell silent, everything in Fang Yuan began to quiet down, and the internal force of the thickness of his thumb was wrapped around his body, and he kept swallowing.

The snow is still falling, the night is still there, the rain is still there, the dawn has not yet come, everything is in the darkness, only the flickering fire.

Suddenly, two huge imposing rays flew from afar, and almost in the blink of an eye, they came to the top of the dilapidated house.

Ning Caichen, who was meditating, had already been awakened, and this momentum shocked him.