Pan Cheng'er shouted, jumped up, and was subjected to gravity in the air, falling down in diameter. Liu Zihan exclaimed in surprise on the side, and covered his eyes for a moment, not daring to look again.

Pan Cheng'er lost support and fell in mid-air, and his heart was also extremely frightened, his eyes were closed, and his teeth were clucking. If the heart is not allowed by God, I am afraid that this little life today will really have to be explained here. After a while, Pan Cheng'er felt that his body had landed, but he didn't know what was under him. When I opened my eyes, I saw myself lying on top of a cloud of mist, fluttering in the wind.

Pan Cheng'er let out a long breath, and said in a loud voice: "Not dead, not dead~" Ouyang Wugui laughed and said: "Of course you can't die, your mother is Zhou Yusu, your father is Pan Songchang, if you don't even have this qualification, could it be that your mother is carrying your father and the old Zhang Sheng next door?" Hahahaha!" Liu Zihan saw that Pan Cheng'er was fine, and a stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but purse his lips and smile when he heard Ouyang Wugui's words. Pan Cheng'er glanced at him and said, "Since you know, why did you let me do some ghost test? I really scared the young master to death..."Ouyang Wugui snorted and said: "What if you know? If you don't even have this guts, how can you be worthy of being my Ouyang Wugui's apprentice?" Pan Cheng'er thought about it for a while, and didn't say anything more at the moment.

Ouyang Wu Ghost said: "Since the first level has passed, let's go back." Pan Cheng'er looked at the clouds and mist on the left and right, in which the spiritual light was looming, wonderful, as if it was a fairyland on earth, and said: "Don't worry, third uncle, can you play for a while?" turned his head and said to Liu Zihan: "Zihan, come down, it's soft and fun here~" Liu Zihan said: "I don't have your blessing, if God doesn't look down on me, then wouldn't I fall to death?" Pan Cheng'er smiled: "What's the matter, you come and I'll follow you~" said and opened his arms. Liu Zihan said: "Bah~Who wants you to hug~" Although his face was angry, he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart.

Ouyang Wu saw that the two of them were chatting happily, and he was angry in his heart, and said impatiently: "Go back quickly, if you can withstand the test of the last two levels, you will be my disciple, and when the time comes, I will teach you the art of climbing clouds, and you can come up when you want." Pan Cheng'er was bored by what he said, twisted his neck and jumped on the rock, and whispered in Liu Zihan's ear: "When I learn how to climb clouds, I will bring you here." Liu Zihan smiled, nodded slightly, and didn't speak.

Ouyang Wu Ghost took the boulder and flew down, and it took less than a stick of incense to reach the flat ground.

Pan Cheng'er and Liu Zihan got off the rock, looked around, and saw that this place was not Fenglin Canyon, but on a noisy street. I didn't know what Ouyang Wugui was going to do, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense, so he had to wait quietly.

Ouyang Wugui clasped his hands and said: "Pan Cheng'er, in the next month, you will spend the next month, but there is one thing, you are not allowed to use martial arts, this is the second test for you~" Pan Cheng'er smiled, his expression was very indifferent, and he said in his heart: "The little master has been traveling south and north for all these years, and he doesn't even have any survival skills, isn't it in vain? This surnamed Ouyang can't help but look down on me too much~ But fortunately, Zihan didn't worship under his door, otherwise with her daughter's figure, where would she be able to endure this hard life?" I readily agreed immediately. Ouyang Wugui took Liu Zihan and said, "I'll take this girl home, and I'll pick you up in a month~ Don't go out of town." After saying that, he smiled gloomily and said: "Remember not to use martial arts, if you use it, it will be regarded as a failure, and then you will go where you wild boy should go, it has nothing to do with Lao Tzu." After that, he took Liu Zihan and left.

Pan Cheng'er looked at the back of Ouyang Wu's ghost and made a grimace, stuck out his tongue, and said in his heart: "I just used kung fu, and you are not a fairy, how can you know?"

Immediately swaggered out into the street. He has been helpless since he was a child, and this kind of life is ordinary for him. Walking here, looking at that, breaking a branch in his hand and shaking it left and right, but also at ease. Not long after playing, it gradually became dark. Pan Cheng'er found a temple, and while the old monk in the temple was not paying attention, he stole a futon and hid under the offering table, and fell asleep.

The next morning, as soon as the sky was bright, Pan Cheng'er was woken up by his stomach, and he remembered that he had not entered the particles in his mouth yesterday. Pan Cheng'er stretched his waist, gently opened the curtain of the offering table, looked left and right, there was no one, it turned out that it was still early, the monks in the temple had not gotten up, tiptoed out, pulled out the futon from under the offering table and quietly put it back in place, and walked over the wall.

Pan Cheng'er was walking on the street, and it was already midday, and there were already some vendors on the street who were selling and selling in the morning, and there were people walking around. Some of the boys removed their doors and windows and opened under the guise of poles, and some restaurants began to fry pancakes for breakfast. Pan Cheng'er walked to the door of a small restaurant, and saw a large oil pot set up in front of the door, in which the hot oil was boiling open, next to it was a noodle case, a thin and black old man was kneading the dough with both hands, kneading the dough, kneading the dough one by one, pressing the dough into a dough with a rolling pin with his left hand, picking up the kitchen knife with his right hand and making a few cuts on the dough, and throwing it into the oil pan with his backhand. The bread swelled and clicked when it met the hot oil, and after a while it exploded. The old man picked up two long bamboo chopsticks and picked them one by one, picked out the fried oil cakes and put them in an iron net pocket, the color was golden and the fragrance was overflowing.

Pan Cheng'er watched from the sidelines, secretly swallowed saliva for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it, stepped forward, and said with a smile on his face: "Eh, the old shopkeeper, the business is prosperous, the business is prosperous, the business is prosperous~ You will get up and open early this morning? Yo~ You are really diligent, the business must be wrong! Look at your fried oil cake is so beautiful..."The old man glanced at him, and did not wait for him to finish, and said: "Five cents a piece." Pan Cheng'er was stunned, "Uh... Inside, you see, it's a coincidence, the kid has something to do at home today, and he came out early in the morning, and he forgot to bring silver taels with him in a hurry. You are like this, I can't say that I can give you credit, how about you give me two oil cakes and I will help you do the rough work for half a day?"

The old man laughed, took out two plates from the side of the table, one plate took bamboo chopsticks and took out two pieces of freshly fried oil cakes, and the other smaller plate contained a small plate of pickles, put it on the table on the side, and made a large pot of high crushing, poured a coarse teacup for Pan Cheng'er, and said: "The child is not big, but he is articulate." Come on, come on, it's just two oil cakes, if you don't have money, you don't have money. ”

Pan Cheng'er was very moved when he saw this, but he was really hungry, so he didn't use chopsticks at the moment, grabbed an oil cake and chewed it. While chewing, he said, "Thank you... Thank you old... The old shopkeeper's ~ good... Delicious~" Eating in the mouth and hands are not idle, holding pickles with chopsticks in one hand, and reaching out to grab the thick teacup with the other hand to drink. Who knew that the tea had just been brewed, and it was still very hot, and Pan Cheng'er was hot and screaming as soon as he took a sip. The old man looked at him from the side, laughed, and said, "Eat slowly, don't worry, there is more." "Very kind, as if a grandfather was looking at his grandson.

While eating, suddenly a sentry officer and soldier in the north of the city rode by, dusty, and broke several tables and chairs. Pan Cheng'er's eyes widened, and he was about to get up to theorize with them, but the old man hurriedly pressed Pan Cheng'er and said in a low voice: "Child, you eat yours, it's okay, we are all used to it, hey~ The north of here is the territory of the Jin people, and there are often Jin people who enter my Song soil to do evil, everyone is blind to one eye, I hope it is good not to make trouble with people..."Pan Cheng'er snorted and said: "Then don't you care about being an official here?" The old man shook his head and said: " Jin Bang is powerful, there are many soldiers, and the court of the Great Song Dynasty has no way to mix it, so it can only be compromised. The emperor is still like this, how dare the local officials provoke him!" Pan Cheng'er said in his heart: "No wonder my father sent the jade into the palace back then, but he stole the jade out again." How could this bastard emperor use this ancient jade well? Most of it was robbed by others. Thinking of this, I couldn't stop gritting my teeth, and my heart was indignant.

It is said that the officers and soldiers of the sentry went out on errands in the morning on the orders of the county pastor, and before they had time to eat breakfast, they were hungry in their stomachs, and they didn't look carefully when they hit here, and when they ran out for hundreds of meters, a small retinue inside said: "Sir, there seems to be fried oil cakes there just now~" A sentry waited for this to stop. The captain of the team is a fat man, named Pucharda, after Pucharda stopped everyone, he said: "Damn, get up early in the morning to call the master to do something, don't talk about food now, I haven't even drunk saliva, damn it, go! Go with the master to get some food~" Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this, and they all turned their horses and followed Pucharda back.

Here, Pan Cheng'er was sulking there by himself, when suddenly the sound of horses' hooves sounded beside him, and the officers and soldiers of the sentry turned back.

Pocharda rolled over and dismounted, tied the reins to the pillar next to the shop, and was surrounded by a group of people and walked into the shop. I saw Pucharda put the waist knife on his shoulder, shook it from side to side, and opened his mouth to scold: "Old immortal, hurry up!" Pan Cheng'er was furious, pressed the table hard and was about to stand up, the old shopkeeper hurriedly gave a look, meaning not to mess around, and stepped forward with a smile on his face: "Eh, officials, what kind of wind blew you here?" Pucharda glared at him, and continued to scold: "You are an old immortal, of course you come to your house to eat~." Hurry up, bring all the good wine and good food to your family, you are all here for business, and if you delay a big matter, be careful of your old life!" The old shopkeeper hurriedly nodded and said yes, and went down to prepare food and drink for the officers and soldiers.

Pan Cheng's eyes were straight, his fists were clenched, and he really wanted to go up three times and divide five by two to cook these bastards, but seeing that the old shopkeeper gave him a look, he remembered what Ouyang Wugui said, and said in his heart: "It's just that I won't be allowed to use martial arts at this time!

I saw the old shopkeeper take out two jars of wine from the house, fry a few side dishes, fry three net pocket oil cakes, and respectfully put them in front of those officers and soldiers. When the officers and men saw the wine, it was like a son seeing his own father, and now they were very happy, pushing the glass and changing the glass, drinking happily, and some even made a fist. Pan Cheng'er glared angrily on the side, but he also remained calm, and said in his heart: "These turtle sons hurry up and get out of here after eating, like this, in front of me, the oil cakes are not fragrant." ”

The officers and soldiers were drinking, only to see the curtain on the side door of the store lifted, and a small head poked out, but it was a young girl, dressed simply, fourteen or fifteen years old, Yu Pan Cheng'er was the same age but one or two years taller. Although this girl does not look like a fairy like Liu Zihan, she has another charm. The face is lightly swept with grease powder, two wooden hairpins are inserted on the head, and the ponytail behind the back is long to the waist; the figure is graceful, although he is wearing a wide plain clothes, but he can't hide his slender state at all.

The girl asked, "Grandpa, what's going on so lively?" The old shopkeeper was shocked, and hurriedly waved her hand to call her in. Before the girl could understand, Pucharda had already found out, "Eh, hey, is there a girl with such a sign in this dilapidated farmhouse?" beckoned again and again: "Hey~ little sister, hurry up, come and sit~" The girl saw something different, and was about to go back, but it was too late, that Pucharda stepped forward, took three steps and made two steps, stepped forward and grabbed the girl's wrist, and teased: "What are you going, come and come, sit with your brothers for a while~" The girl was startled, and hurriedly struggled and shouted: "You let go of me... I don't know you... Grandpa~Save me~" But how could this girl's two little arms break Pucharda? When the thief saw her struggling, he became even more interested, and opened his mouth to kiss the girl's face. The old shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward to break Pu Charda's arm, "Official, official, little old man is such a granddaughter~ You can't... Official, what else do you want to order, I'll do..."Before the words were finished, Pucharda raised his right hand and rounded it with a big-eared scraper, "His grandmother's, are you tired of living?" He is a military general, although his kung fu is not high, but the strength in his hands is not small, and he put the old shopkeeper's on the counter, and the tea bowl on the counter made a few crisp sounds, and all of them hit the ground and shattered the powder.

Pan Cheng'er couldn't bear it any longer, raised his foot and kicked the table in front of him in the air, turned around, and scolded loudly: "Bah! Fuck the bullshit ancient city pie! Lao Tzu won't enter yet! A few puppies over there! Don't take your paws away, beware of the little master tearing up the dog's mouth!"

Pucharda didn't notice Pan Cheng'er at first, but suddenly heard the scolding, and when he looked back, there was a young man standing in front of him, thirteen or fourteen years old, who looked weak and couldn't help but laugh wildly: "Eh, who's monkey is not tied well? What's the matter? Do you want to fill in the dishes for the uncle?"

Pan Cheng'er's eyes were red, and the joints of his fists were clenching, "What a straight thief, I let you go and still can't hear you, right?" Pucharda secretly screamed badly, and said in his heart that this kid had two hits, let go of the girl at the moment, backhand Pan Cheng'er's kick, Pan Cheng'er's right foot lightly borrowed force on his hand, turned over on his heel, and reached out to grab Pucharda's braid, which was a trick in the beggars' light skills to turn over. Pucharda was pulled by him in the braids and grabbed his hands with his backhand, who knew that he actually did not have the strength of a child! Pan Cheng'er took turns with his arms and people, and threw Pucharda to the floor heavily. When all the officers and soldiers saw the commander fall to the ground, they all pulled out their waist knives and came up to fight Pan Cheng'er. Pan Cheng'er picked up a broken table leg from the ground to face the battle, his martial arts skills are passed down by the elders of the beggar gang, how can it be a matter of cleaning up a few officers and soldiers?

After a while, a sentry officer and soldier had been knocked to the ground by Pan Cheng'er, but Pan Cheng'er was also tired and sore, threw the stick against the wall, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that the ancient city faction has nothing to do with me, hehe, grandpa, grandson, I'm sorry for you, hey, I said that I don't need martial arts, I still beat people..."

I only heard a person on the beam of the room suddenly laughing and saying, "Good fight!"

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