Chapter 1212 Revenge is a solitary drink

A hearty revenge is like a booze without getting drunk.

Drink by yourself, drink slowly, and be happy alone is enough.

Someone wears a golden crown on his head, a green gauze robe with lingering purple energy, holding a shining white jade Ganoderma lucidum in his hand, and stepping on a pair of plain white sneakers.

He is about thirty years old, his appearance is flawless, his body is impeccable, and his face is not very handsome.

It is like the banished immortal son in the novel about gods and monsters. His home is among the mountains and rivers, surrounded by flowers and bamboos. It is also like the Taoist who lives in the mountains in a poem about immortals. He practices cultivation with thatch and occasionally comes to the world.

He took a leisurely stroll in the garden, taking in the scenery with every few steps he took.

There are different colors and scrolls all around, pavilions and pavilions drawn in fine brushwork, freehand ink gardens, and courtyards with green landscapes.

Not long ago, Chen Ping'an became a fairy, but his appearance only made him look a few years younger.

This Wusa Street in Yongjia County was home to wealthy families in the previous dynasties. During the reign of the emperor and his courtiers, in addition to the old residence of the prime minister, there were also two adjacent mansions, all of which had changed owners, the old Qi Prince's Palace and a censorship.

Family status has long been included in the pocket of the Ma family. Since the Ma family adheres to the ancient motto "if you divide a family, don't separate the family, and if you divide the family, the family will be broken down." After settling here, for nearly thirty years, Ma family has never separated the family.

The houses are divided into separate houses, and the brothers of each house are not allowed to have separate household registrations to divide the family property. The three mansions have a side door to each other, so half a street is created, and all of them have the surname Ma.

In the courtyard, Chen Ping'an, who was wearing a green shirt and carrying a sword, raised his feet. The soles of his shoes finally left Ma Yan's cheeks. He seemed to be too dirty and rubbed the green bricks on the ground. He said with a smile, "Ma Yan and Qin Zheng can go down and recuperate."

, with a broken wrist, the golden sore medicine secretly passed down by Master Shen probably won’t work anymore. The several treasured elixirs in the A-shaped cabinet in the warehouse of Ma’s secret room, combined with the plasters from Yang’s medicine shop, may be used.

If it comes in handy, remember to use it sparingly. After all, one bottle of ointment is a rare item that only needs one bottle. With luck, the old immortal in the Nascent Soul realm, Pu Liu, can use the doctor's dead wood rejuvenation technique, and it's okay to cut off the wrist.

Take it back, Ma Yuemei, you can leave with your parents, remember to call Ma Che, Ma Chuan, and Ma Bi over, just three for three."

Ma Yuemei knelt down and tremblingly picked up the severed wrist still wearing the jade bracelet. She stood up and stared at the green shirt.

Ma Yan supported Qin Zheng, who was almost fainting, and staggered out of the courtyard. Ma Yan did not forget to remind Ma Yuemei to follow him quickly, and hinted with his eyes not to act impulsively.

Seeing that the woman did not move, Chen Ping'an asked: "Can looks kill people? Otherwise, you stay there and stare at them for a while longer. Can you look at the murderer?"

Ma Yuemei's long autumn eyes were engraved with deep hatred, and she said: "My surname is Chen, you either kill me today, or I will make you and yours miserable for the rest of your life..."

Before Ma Yuemei could finish her harsh words, Chen Pingan smiled, put his fingers together, and lightly swiped at the woman. The sword light was bright, like an iron wire cutting through tofu.

With a look of astonishment, Ma Yuemei lowered his head blankly. The sword light cut Ma Yuemei's body in half diagonally, and his intestines fell to the ground, even glowing with a faint white mist.

Most of the maids in blue who had already died once before, when they witnessed such a disgusting and horrific scene as bystanders, began to bend over and vomit.

Chen Ping'an sat on the steps, took out a book from his sleeve, lowered his head to open a page, then looked up at the tragic scene not far away, and said with a smile: "Revenge is not a steaming dish that is served in a hurry.

As long as you don't eat it, you'll get cold soon."

In the vast and vast space, Ma Yuemei looked around. For some reason, she was already in the Ma family's ancestral hall, sitting on a chair.

Following the sound, Ma Yuemei turned to look at the door. There was an extra chair, and sitting there was a man in green clothes with a sword on his knees. He had a hosta on his head and was drinking.

That "Chen Pingan" was completely different from the Chen Jianxian who killed people randomly while talking and laughing in the courtyard.

At this moment, Chen Ping'an in Ma Yuemei's eyes was more like a statue of a god. His face was expressionless, his eyes were cold, and he was sitting on the corpse of a god.

At the same time, there was an ancient incense burner on the altar table under the memorial tablets and the portraits of the ancestors in Ma's ancestral hall. Each "stick of incense" was the name of a Ma family's descendant.

Ma Yuemei was also horrified to find that she was dismembered in the courtyard. Next to her was a ghostly figure, Ma Yuemei, who was hiding her face in tears and sobbing secretly.

In the courtyard, Chen Pingan turned to look at the entrance of the courtyard and reminded: "Ma Yan, Qin Zheng, let you take advantage, two for three. Within a quarter of an hour, if those two guys don't come here,

When you see me, I will put the blame on you. There is no other way, since you are the head of the family, you have to bear more."

The couple walked in a hurry, not daring to stop for a moment. As for Ma Yuemei's true fate, whether she was dead or alive, or whether she was like the maid in green, they couldn't care about it for the time being. They could only suppress their overwhelming hatred, and the other

Make a plan. After all, the incense of the Ma family in Xinghua Lane belongs to their couple, and even more to their eldest son Ma Kuxuan. In addition, the younger daughter Ma Yuemei, or the second son Ma Yanshan... that's it.

After that, Chen Pingan reached out and grabbed a handful of pine needles from a green ancient pine in the courtyard. He gently held it in the palm of his hand and looked at the two maids in green who were the first to attack him. "If I remember correctly,

Your names are - Chun Wen, Qiu Yun? Among the sixteen swordsmen, only two of you are Four Realm warriors for the time being, which is quite difficult. You can be counted as such a young Four Realm warrior anywhere in Aquarius Continent.

I have first-class martial arts qualifications. It was Qin Zheng, the mother-in-law, who secretly gave you instructions without telling your nominal master, Ma Yuemei, and taught you step by step how to be a dead soldier, so that you can confirm my statement that I am here to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

?I'm just curious, what is the reward you deserve? No? Do you simply think that the Ma family must humiliate and die for adopting orphans like you?"

Two young girls, identical in satin and Tsing Yi attire, each has their own ingenuity in the details. Among them, the maid named Chun Wen has a light body and wears a white horned crown. She is said to be the palace model of Yu Xuanguo. In addition,

The green-robed swordsman named Qiu Yun had a slightly plump and heavy figure. She lowered her head at the moment, and she didn't even have the energy to look at Chen Jianxian.

The white-horned crowned girl gritted her teeth and said, "I only hate that I am of a low level and can't hurt Chen Jianxian at all. Even if I try to fight to the death, I can't do it."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "That's not accurate enough. The fish is dead and the net is broken. You have at least done half of it."

As he spoke, with a flick of his finger, an emerald green pine needle was as fast as a flying sword, piercing the eyebrows of the white-horned maidservant. Her delicate body went limp, and a drop of bright red blood oozed from her forehead.

Chen Pingan looked at the detailed records of the two Ma family children in the account book in his hand, smiled, turned to look at Qiu Yun, and said: "I'm worried that Ma Yan and Qin Zheng are forgetful. You have always been close to Ma Chuan, so I'm sure

If you don’t want this beloved lover to die inexplicably, then you can trouble Miss Qiuyun to go out and try to save Mr. Ma’s life. But remember, don’t reveal the inside story of this place, don’t say a single word, otherwise don’t

You blame me for sending you to make a pair of desperate mandarin ducks."

Qiu Jun plucked up the courage to leave the reception room where the head of the Ma family was studying. Sure enough, Chen Jianxian, who had an unpredictable personality and was ruthless, did not continue to make things difficult for her.

At the same time, the sword attendant wearing a white horned crown returned to her original appearance again. In a daze, she subconsciously stretched out her fingers and rubbed the center of her eyebrow where a pine needle should have been pierced.

In such a short period of time, she died twice, which made her murderous intention drop sharply and her spirit was dejected. However, she still forced out a breath of pure Qi, deliberately making herself look murderous, and said in a deep voice: "Is this what Chen Jianxian is capable of?

Killing or beheading is just a nod of the head, let alone flying swords to kill people repeatedly, it is a mountain of swords, a sea of ​​fire, cooking in a pan, Chen Jianxian just shows them one by one, even if I beg you for mercy, even if I have no spine..."

Chen Ping'an closed the account book and said with a smile: "You don't lose the formation if you lose, you have a good character. You are still young and your martial arts level is not enough. Now you are just Ma Yuemei's helper. Wait until you learn the seven or eight skills of Grandmaster Shen one day.

It is estimated that he will become the powerful accomplice of the Ma family in Yongjia County from now on, specializing in shady activities, such as traveling at night to eradicate dissidents, or restricting the worship of immortal masters in the family."

The maidservant with the White Horn Crown said with a sullen face: "Even if I become a fierce ghost, I will crawl to Chen Jianxian's hometown and take revenge on that Luoyou Mountain!"

Chen Ping'an narrowed his eyes and smiled, nodded and said: "It's easy to say. In order to be satisfied in life, one should repay kindness and revenge. Those who make enemies and those who seek revenge have their own merits. He is just a senior who has gone through many rivers and lakes, free of charge.

Let me tell you a truth in the world. When the situation is uncontrollable, young people should not speak with a fierce face or a fierce look in their eyes. It doesn't matter. Please be more careful in the next life."

In an instant, another pine needle pierced the center of her eyebrow. The strong force of the piercing caused the maidservant in blue to hit the wall, where she sat slumped on the ground and died.

The maid in green clothes raised her head. The sky and the earth were dark, the cold wind was gusting, and it was biting. She looked around blankly. She saw an extremely unfamiliar scene, dead and lifeless.

Is he really dead this time? Already on Huangquan Road? Will there be the so-called Gate of Hell and Meng Po Bridge next in the book?

She was standing in the middle of a muddy road after heavy rain. At this moment, she turned around and saw a poor old woman riding a horse. The saddle and bridle were extremely gorgeous. The old woman was in ragged clothes and had mended clothes, but this tall horse had a distinctive look.

It is carefully raised by a wealthy family, and ordinary people will never have such a priceless thing.

Seeing the maid in blue on the road, the old woman quickly tightened the reins and stopped the horse beside her. The old woman's eyes were kind, and she was slightly possessed, and asked in a low voice: "Where do you want to go, young lady?"

The maid in green who was given the surname Ma and Wen Chun asked in a trembling voice: "Old lady, do you dare to ask if this place is on the road to Hades?"

Hearing this, the old woman's eyebrows became gentler and she said with a smile: "Girl, you went back to your parents' home to visit your relatives and got separated from your relatives? Could it be that you got soaked by the heavy rain and lost your head, so you said such unreasonable nonsense? Girl, the heavy rain stopped.

, the road is difficult to travel, and the mountains and forests here have been infested with tigers since ancient times. It is not suitable for a girl to travel alone. It is better to follow me to the humble house for a short rest, and start early the next day, so that you can be calm."

"Pretend to be a god or a ghost! I want to see if you are a god or a ghost. How dare you act so mysterious here!"

The maid in green twitched the corner of her mouth, pointed her toes, and moved a pebble on the road. The pebble broke through the air, roared into the wind, and flew towards the heart of the old woman sitting on the horse. The old woman let out a pain, fell off the horse, and fell to the ground.

In the mud, there was no breath. The maid in green lowered her head and looked intently. After some hesitation, she slowly moved forward, twisted her wrist, and slipped out a dagger from her sleeve, holding it in her hand. The maid was so weak that she was killed with one blow.

The dead old woman suddenly opened her eyes, and blood was flowing from her heart. However, she slowly stood up and wiped her dress. The more she wiped, the dirtier it became. She sighed, had to give up, and said hoarsely: "Little girl, I kindly advise you,

Why do you want to kill someone violently? Aren't you afraid of accidentally killing innocent people? Even if you suspect that I am a descendant of ghosts and gods, you should stay away from me."

The old woman lowered her head and glanced at the empty wound. She didn't take it seriously. She just continued to talk about Lao Li'er, "Little girl, listen to this advice, the heart is the field of blessing. If a person's heart is bad and overgrown with weeds, he will be bad."

A year's harvest, and a year without a harvest, you have to go on credit with others, and you have to pay interest on the credit. This kind of debt piles up debt, hardship piles up, and the cycle goes on and on. When will it end?"

The maid in green clothes couldn't listen to these annoying nonsense, so she kicked the old woman's whole head away.

The old woman's head rolled in the mud and she repeatedly murmured "wrong again".

The next moment, the maid in green clothes found herself standing in the middle of the road again. A horse came slowly from a distance. The old woman stopped her horse again, with a gentle face, and asked in a low voice: "Where do you want to go, girl?"

Without waiting for the maid in green to reply, the old man rode his horse and raised its hooves high, instantly trampling a hole in the latter's heart. The pain caused the maid to fall to the ground. The old woman still looked peaceful, then slowly turned over and dismounted, waving the whip in her hand.

, there was a crackling sound like a thunderous explosion, and the head of the maid in green was violently broken. It was thrown up high and fell heavily to the ground. Following the rolling head of the maid in green, the vision in her eyes switched between the blue sky and the yellow mud.

The old woman's voice was gentle, like that of an elder, and she warned softly: "Girl, is it okay?"

The next moment, the maid in green clothes once again stood in the middle of the road, hoofing in formation, from far to near, and the old woman came on horseback again, as if reining in the horse from a cliff, stopped the horse and asked with a smile.

Ma Chuan and Ma Bi are half-brothers. They are one year apart in age. They are both in their early twenties. One is tall and thin, the other has a dark face and a short beard. They have very different looks and figures. Both brothers are Ma young people.

The leaders of their generation are those who are famous. Unlike Tanhualang, who Ma Yanshan asked his sister to take the exam on his behalf, Ma Chuan is a serious scholar who was born as a university student. He is the family's first-class academic seed after the young prodigy Ma Che.

, As for his younger brother Ma Bi, he only pales in comparison. If there is no comparison, he can be regarded as a handsome man among the wealthy families of Yuxuan Kingdom.

The maid Qiu Yun, who had an extremely ugly face before, found them. She did not say the specific reason, but only said that the master of the family had an order for them to rush here immediately.

Ma Chuan wanted to ask about the inside story, but Qiu Jun was different from her usual gentleness. She just bit her lip and did not say a word. Along the way, Ma Chuan deliberately slowed down, walked behind his brother, and went to hold her hand again, but was

Qiu Yun gently shook it off, which surprised Ma Chuan. They had met in private in the past, and because Shen Ke, who taught them boxing, was an old man with sharp eyes, he could tell whether a woman was a virgin just by the way she walked. Qiu Yun

Jun is one of Ma Yuemei's most valued confidants. No matter how cowardly Ma Chuan is, he would not dare to ruin her martial arts future.

As a result, when the three of them entered the courtyard, they saw neither any elder of the Ma family nor any familiar guest minister.

I only saw a group of swordsmen in blue with strange expressions, staring blankly at the few newcomers.
To be continued...