Even if the man downstairs is another one of my husbands.

But Cui Chan really has no interest in these things. If it weren't for someone, it would be possible to return to the human world. Since the soul is half and the body is separated, then Chen Ping'an of Mu Pingxiang, who is no longer of any use to him, Cui Chan can't

Do you mind giving this young man a ride? Not only is it an eyesore, but many changes may occur. This makes Cui Chan, who is used to controlling the overall situation, dislike it. As for the path of "Young Cui Chan", will it be frustrated because of this?

Returning to the top, what does it matter to his national master Cui Chan?

After all, there are two people.

The old man sat on the bamboo chair and sneered: "Why, you dislike me for killing innocent people indiscriminately, and you want to ask for justice from me for that guy who refuses to die in peace?"

Chen Pingan walked to the body, squatted down, and found that it was already dead.

Chen Pingan said softly: "I don't know why you came, and I don't know why he killed you, so what I can do is help you bury it. If I know your hometown in the future, I will try my best to help your bones return to their roots."

It was said not only to the dead man, but also to the two people on the second floor. It seemed more like it was said to myself.

The old man suddenly shouted loudly, with a look of extreme anger on his face, ferocious and terrifying, and said with a rainbow of momentum: "There are thousands of good people in the world, but there are only a handful of pure warriors like me in the world! There are so many monks in the world,

Do you think people who reach the top will differentiate between good and bad?! Chen Pingan, are you and me learning to practice boxing or learning to be human beings?!"

Chen Ping'an stood up, beckoned the boy in Tsing Yi to come over to help with the funeral arrangements, looked towards the second floor, and said, "Just learn boxing!"

The old man stood up and laughed heartily, "Okay, okay! When will you practice boxing?"

Chen Pingan walked to the bamboo building silently and climbed the stairs.

The old man turned around and walked into the house, "Just call me if you need anything."

"do not worry."

Cui Chan turned around and walked towards the stairs, saying decisively: "No!"

The old man's footsteps paused slightly, and soon he strode across the threshold, and the door slammed shut.

Cui Zhang stopped at the entrance of the stairs. Chen Pingan walked halfway and stopped when he saw that he had no intention of getting out of the way.

The old man in Confucian shirt looked down at the young man and said with a smile: "In the past, in the Lizhu Cave Heaven that has not yet fallen and broken, you, Chen Ping'an, were the most pitiful. Your energy was weak, almost nonexistent, so you could only resist all opportunities.

Pass by and become someone else's bait.

Now that these mysterious restrictions are gone, there is even a sense of not being able to survive. So if such a big pie falls from the sky, just catch it, catch it with all your strength, your hands will be smashed, your legs will be crushed, just use your mouth to catch it

Even if your teeth are broken, you have to fight with your last breath and hold on to it!"

Cui Chen walked down and said: "These words are said to you on behalf of that old guy. He never likes to talk well. Whatever he does or says, it is all a matter of course. In fact, it is quite annoying.

. If it were me, I wouldn’t come to see you at all this time. Your life or death is actually not important now. You have to thank Qi Jingchun, my junior brother, for this. Of course, if you, Chen Pingan, don’t live up to your expectations, Qi Jingchun will die.

Unjustly accused.”

Speaking of this, Cui Han smiled complicatedly, "I have to admit that my vision is better than that of Old Man Yang, but worse than that of Qi Jingchun."

In the end, the two of them passed each other and each side slightly moved out of the way.

At that time, Cui Han stopped slightly and whispered: "Do you know which is the most dangerous moment in your life?"

The young man slowed down almost at the same time.

Cui Chan whispered: "It's the bunch of candied haws that a certain 'good Samaritan' wants to give you. If you had accepted it at that time, everything would have been in vain."

Chen Ping'an was extremely shocked.

Many past events are still vivid in my mind.

Imperial Master Cui Chen continued to walk down. The moment he stepped out of the last staircase, his figure disappeared and disappeared in a flash.

Practicing boxing on this day not only strengthened the body but also strengthened the soul. Compared with yesterday's suffering, it can be said to be even more intense.

No matter how hard Chen Ping'an gritted his teeth to hold on, he still fainted several times, only to be forcefully beaten to consciousness by the old man again and again. It was truly a life worse than death.

When the boy in green carried Chen Pingan out of the house, he almost thought it was the second corpse collection today, and was shocked. At that time, Chen Pingan's breath was as fine as a gossamer, and his breath was even weaker than that of an old man in his dying years.

So much so that Wei Bo had to go to the second floor and knock on the door to remind the old man that going too far was not enough.

The old man was across the door and replied angrily: "Who can I teach you to practice boxing? There are not many people in the world who are qualified to tell you!"

Wei Bo went downstairs angrily. He was really worried and had to keep an eye on Chen Ping'an's breathing in the medicine bucket to prevent any accidents.

In the night, Chen Pingan, who was listless, put on his shirt and walked out of the door.

A boy in green clothes practices meditation on the edge of the cliff, and a girl in pink skirt brings a small bamboo chair.

Chen Pingan sat on the bamboo chair, touched her head and said with a smile: "I'm fine."

The girl in the pink skirt forced a smile and imitated the boy in green to flatter her, "Of course, my master is the best."

Chen Pingan made a face at her.

Finally the little girl was amused.

After that, Chen Pingan sat quietly on the chair, with his hands casually placed on his legs, sitting in a lazy and not deliberate manner.

but.

Now Chen Ping'an finally has an indescribable edge. Even if he doesn't speak, whether he is sitting or lying down, the true meaning of boxing flowing out of him like a rapid flood can make boxing experts feel dazzled and feel...

Dazzling!

A girl in a pink skirt would feel strange, especially a boy in green clothes, so he would work hard to practice every day.

The most valuable thing about practicing boxing this time is that the old man's training of Chen Pingan, no matter how ferocious and cruel, has not changed the young man's original character. No matter whether you are on the mountain or down the mountain, one rule applies, about preaching, teaching and solving doubts, famous teachers

Above is the master, and the old man is undoubtedly the first-class martial arts master. A master may not be a top master. For example, the ancestor of the Li family thinks that Zhu He, who is only a fifth-level martial artist, is a well-deserved master, but this man who works every day

It would be strange if the old man who locked himself in the bamboo building was not a martial arts master.

"There is great scenery above the Nine Realms." Who can say this? For example, Zhu He even firmly believed that the mountain top of the Nine Realms was the end of martial arts and the end of the road.

The girl in pink skirt asked secretly: "Master, are you not happy today?"

Chen Ping'an asked: "Are you talking about the old man's violent murder?"

The girl in pink skirt timidly turned her head and glanced at the second floor, fearing that she would cause trouble for the master.

Chen Pingan did not give a clear answer, but said softly: "The last time I traveled far away, I met a married woman ghost in a place. She liked a scholar. I liked her very much... I don't know how.

Said, but she killed many innocent passing scholars for this. I think she was wrong, and it was not an ordinary small mistake, not the kind that can be made up for. But what can I do? At that time, Aquarius Li Huai and the others

With everyone around me, I can't always do things according to my temper, and I was also wondering at the time whether I was thinking too lightly, but I'm not sure."

The girl in pink skirt asked curiously: "Master, what do you think now?"

Chen Ping'an clenched his fists with both hands and rested them on his knees. His eyes were clear and he smiled and said: "That's wrong. I guess I still can't reason with you next time we meet, but it doesn't matter, next time! Next time, there will always be

Opportunity!"

Girl in pink skirt smiles.

This kind of gentleman is different from the boring old gentleman before, but better.

Chen Pingan told himself silently in his heart.

To live first.

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As the night fell, there was a young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown on his head, pushing a wheelbarrow with the bluffing flags found in fortune-telling stalls, walking on the official road leading to Huaihuang County, and the wheels rolled on the road.

It kept squeaking.

It was the young Taoist named Lu who had been a bad fortune teller in a small town for several years.

A yellow bird broke through the night out of thin air, emerged from the ripples, stopped suddenly, stood on the young Taoist's shoulder, and caressed the Taoist's cheek affectionately with its beak.

The young Taoist smiled brightly, freed up a hand and patted Huang Que's little head, "I know, I know, I worked hard for you before. I asked you to peck the copper coins back and forth to help check the cultural fortune.

, there is no way, Qi Jingchun is so good at chess, you see, didn’t the two of us figure out Qi Jingchun’s backhand in the end? Well, this loser, I am still convinced. Who wants the teacher to be biased? It’s obviously me.

The apprentice is the worst at playing chess and fortune-telling, and the worst at fighting with others. But in the end, I have to do all the unpleasant and drudgery work. Isn’t this embarrassing?"

The young Taoist is like a talkative city woman, complaining about this and that, without any air of immortality.

The oriole suddenly pecked the young Taoist's earlobe.

The young Taoist seemed to understand Huang Que's thoughts and laughed loudly, "How come the immortal is not a human being?"

The young Taoist's eyes lit up and he chuckled. He imitated the monk and raised one palm upright on his chest. At a light level, it was nondescript and funny, but at a serious level, it was disobedient to the Taoism.

The young Taoist was not serious and muttered softly: "Buddhas and Bodhisattvas bless you, let Xiaodao return to the town this time, and be harmonious to make money. He must be harmonious to make money. Well, I begged you last time, it was still useful, but in the end it was gone.

Are you going to fight with Qi Jingchun to death? So this time I will take care of Xiaodao? Once you are familiar with me, you will become friends again."

The young Taoist raised his eyes and looked up.

In his eyes, the small town appeared in detail at night.

Whether it was after Li Zhudong fell from the sky and lost the protection of the great formation, or whether it was before it was shattered and the spell restrictions were intact, to the young Taoist, it was actually exactly the same and there was no difference.

The young Taoist stretched out a finger and tapped the simple Taoist crown, as if he was thinking about a troublesome question.

A young Taoist named Lu Chen.

This is where Qi Jingchun must die no matter whether he leaves Lizhu Cave Sky or not.
Chapter completed!