Five days later.

Jiang Ping, who was half lying on the bed of an inn in Shuzhong City, twisted a few grayish-white hair with his fingers, then gently slapped himself and cursed:

"You said you're not doing anything, why are you pretending to be a dumb? Now, I'm fine, and I'm missing a few years. This hair...Nano, my green years, why does it feel like it's over before it even started?"

Thinking back to that night.

Well, it’s quite good, but the price is a bit high after the fun.

What is impulse punishment? This is.

Of course, if he was asked to choose again, he would still fuck him.

But no matter how hard you do it, you still have to regret it. The two do not conflict.

It cannot be said that there is no gain.

At least Jiang Ping found that as his strength improved, the ruthless personality that had squeezed him off the line before seemed to be influenced by him.

Although it was just a small step for him, it was a big step for his strength to improve.

He believed that when he could completely control that personality, he would not have to fight his life if he threw his ultimate move.

This opportunity is probably after he breaks through the Grand Master.

After all, even his father-in-law said that he was just forcibly using mythological skills, so he squandered his life. If the realm reaches it, everything will come naturally.

Jiang Ping felt that he had to speed up the breakthrough.

Otherwise, if you take another impulse next time, your hair will really not be able to keep the last bit of gray.

Jiang Ping lay on the bed and sighed.

At this time, he hoped that a beautiful young lady could see through his sorrow and pretend to be strong, and use her soft chest to warm her wounded heart.

Unfortunately, the young lady did not show up, but the old man had one.

Only a creaking sound was heard, Qiu Daoyu pushed the door and saw the young master holding his hair and sighing. He was stunned at first, and then said happily:

"Young Master, you're awake."

"Um."

Jiang Ping agreed weakly.

Qiu Daoyu knew that the young master might be in periodic depression again, but he was not good at comforting, so he had to say something dryly:

"Young master, don't be sad. Your hair, uh, actually you acted very powerful and powerful that day."

Jiang Ping reacted instantly, jumped off the bed, shook his hair back, and said proudly:

"I'm not sad about my hair. You know that I am kind-hearted. When I think of the blood flowing like a river that day, so many innocent people died, and Miss Wen, what a good girl you said, she was forced to death.

I can't help but feel sad."

"In short, the great thing about this young master is to serve the country and the people, how can he be sad about personal gains and losses?

Every tear that this young master shed is for this land, for those who have died innocently.”

"You just say that there are no people like me who have such a great personality in the world. In short, if someone asks me in the future, I will have to answer this."

"Well……"

Qiu Daoyu fell silent.

Sure enough, the young master is still that young master, even if he is already a young master who cut off the head of the Grand Master with his own hands.

Qiu Daoyu pulled out a soft sword from his waist and handed it to Jiang Ping's hand with the scabbard that looked like a belt.

"Young Master, this is the sword left by the Demon Lord of Demon."

Jiang Ping's eyes lit up immediately.

After the battle, he fainted before he could clean the battlefield. Now it seems that Lao Qiu is still very powerful and knows to help him clean the battlefield.

He swung his hand and saw the autumn water in the room rippling and shimmering, as if he was in the crystal palace, which was so handsome and cool.

"Qiaoshui."

The name of the soft sword was engraved on the hilt of the sword. Jiang Ping was very satisfied. He changed into the scabbard belt and put away the sword in a flash.

"Are there any more?"

Jiang Ping felt that he had exploded a demon lord, so he was a little too stingy to give the sword.

Qiu Daoyu touched it from his arms again and took out a secret book of martial arts and a token.

"It's all here."

First, there is a token. The token is made of bronze, with complex patterns engraved on the edges, a heart character written in small seal script on the front, and an eye pattern on the back.

I felt that this token was quite advanced, so Jiang Ping put it away and might be used one day.

As for the secret book of martial arts...

"Well? Why is it his diary?"

Jiang Ping flipped through the secret book and found that it was not the martial arts he thought, but the diary written by Ying Tianqing.

The diary seems to be a little old. When I turn the first page, I started writing it on the day he joined the master.

Then I will write one article about three to five days, then one article only one or two months, and finally one or two articles a year.

What attracted Jiang Ping the most were the last two diaries.

"Today, the Sacred Heart came to me to come out and do something for him. If it weren't for his reminder back then, I wouldn't have seen through Master's conspiracy, and I wouldn't have been today.

So I have to repay this favor. The injuries left by Taishang on me were almost healed, so it was time to go out for a walk.

But I'm leaving, what should Yue'er and Wan'er do?

Forget it, just kill it.

After so many years of love, my heart sutra should be able to go further."

"Haha, it turns out that Wan'er is my favorite. Just killing her, my heart sutra broke through one level.

Yue'er looks very scared, she doesn't have to be afraid, I love her so much.

Let her go out and wait until I have digested the pain this time, I will go to find her again.

I think she won't refuse.

After all, I am his biological father...father."

"Damn!"

Jiang Ping felt a burst of sore teeth.

The pervert is eternal, and this person is truly passed down forever.

"Lao Qiu, have you seen it?"

Qiu Daoyu nodded and praised: "Young Master finally did a good thing."

Hearing this, Jiang Ping grinned and showed off for a while, but immediately reacted and turned black:

"Lao Qiu, are you saying that this young master does not do personnel affairs in normal times?"

Qiu Daoyu was stunned for a moment, then pretended to be nothing, turned to look outside the house:

"Well, the weather outside seems pretty good. You've been sleeping for so long, otherwise you'll go out and bask in the sun?"

"roll!"

Jiang Ping muttered, then sat on the stool, poured himself a cup of tea, and sorted out his thoughts.

"I believe in the Sacred Heart, the Holy Heart Demon Lord. I killed Ying Tianqing, and I don't know if he will come to cause trouble for me?"

According to the memories of his previous life, the Holy Heart Demon Lord fought in the Five Mountains Sword Alliance for his son, but brought three great masters.

Now it seems that one of them is this Demon Lord of the Demon.

And the token with the word "heart" just now should have been given to him by the Holy Heart Demon Lord, but I don't know what it is for.

Is it a proof of identity? Or is it a commander?

That night, Ying Tianqing should have wanted to take people to occupy the Wen family's mansion as the base camp, and those people should be the people sent to him by the Holy Heart Demon Lord.

After all, this Pujie has just been reborn and it is too late to train the team.

Now I hope that the Holy Heart Demon Lord will know the news later. In this way, he will be more comfortable in the Five Mountains Sword Alliance.

After all, no one wants to be targeted by a demon lord.

"Um?"

Jiang Ping suddenly remembered an important question, and he looked at Qiu Daoyu and asked:

"Can the news of my killing Ying Tianqing be spread?"

This time Qiu Daoyu nodded confidently and said with a scrupulous assurance:

"Young master, don't worry, I spent a full ten thousand taels of silver this time.
To be continued...