Chen Ping'an quietly waited for the arrival of that war.

But at this moment, a half-baked voice sounded softly between the heart lakes, calling him, "Chen Ping'an."

Chen Ping'an subconsciously wanted to look around, but quickly restrained the impulse. He quickly remembered someone with a good memory.

At that time, when I was on the back of Qingniu in my hometown, when I first saw it, Chen Ping'an felt that she and a companion beside her were like a pair of immortals, golden boys and jade girls, and beautiful fairies who walked out of the painting.

Her name should be He Xiaoliang.

This Taoist fairy, who is said to be the famous Taoist fairy in the Shengao Sect, and the fairy whom the child in green admires the most. She likes it even more than Su Jia. She once said a half-joking and half-true thing. If she had the chance to touch Fairy He's hand, he would have lived for a hundred years without hesitation.

The voice continued to sound softly between Chen Ping'an's heart, "Can you come back now? I have something to discuss with you, and I am usually full of people and I can only take this opportunity to talk to you."

Chen Ping'an weighed the pros and cons, glanced at the vermilion wine gourd on his waist, and silently said in his heart: "Okay."

Chen Ping'an got up and told Chunshui that he wanted to go back to his room and go back.

Chunshui wanted to help lead the way, but Chen Ping'an smiled and said no, how could he go wrong after such a short journey?

Chen Ping'an took the key from her and silently left the crowd.

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Stools and chairs, crowds of people.

At the end, there was a down-and-out Taoist priest carrying a peach wood sword. He really had no strength to compete for territory and was shy and had no choice but to stand at the end, helpless. He also held a stool in his hand, but he found layers of benches and chairs full of spectators, and there were also people riding children on their shoulders. Even if he stood on the stool, how could he see the picture at all?

He was just barely entering the third realm, far from reaching the so-called "sucking wind and drinking dew, and not eating grains" of the Central Five Realms. The Kun ship crossed the continent south from Juluzhou. The journey was long, and it was difficult to get off the ship. Only the Qi-training genitals in the Central Five Realms could start to barely control the wind and jump down from the Kun ship and land freely. I am afraid that ordinary sea-viewing realm would not be able to grasp the sea-viewing realm. Only the great monks in the eighth realm can not be restricted by heaven and earth, and can truly ride the wind.

The reason why he was so embarrassed about this ferry trip was a little unexpected. One was that he was very impatient and bought two talismans that were very expensive to him. The other was that he finally relied on a dangerous battle to kill demons and eliminate demons. He wanted to sell them at a fair price. Unexpectedly, he did not negotiate the price on the Kun boat. The store was willing to buy it, but the bid was too low. The young Taoist priest originally wanted to rely on this income to demolish the east wall and repair the west wall to overcome the difficulties. If he had a slight surplus, he might be able to live in a medium-sized house.

It's really better than God's.

The hero is hard to kill the copper coins, not to mention that he is not even a hero. He is just a poor worm who is determined to kill demons but is contrary to his wishes.

How could the real "Zhang Family Heavenly Master" collect money and promise others to catch monsters, but it will cause a wealthy family to fall to the point where the family is destroyed?

The two children who survived in that family were simple and ignorant. They didn't blame him for his poor ability, but the young Taoist would blame him.

When he thought of this, the young Taoist with slightly red eyes put down the stool, sat there, with his hands on his knees, and a peach wood sword on his back was a little confused. He suddenly felt that he had given up his fame and fortune in the imperial examination and visited immortals and asked Taoism. Finally, he became a disciple and learned his skills. He was excited to go down the mountain without any good skills, thinking about eliminating demons. Was he actually wrong at the beginning?

Thinking of the real sadness, the young Taoist who was so guilty that he was red with his eyes, raised his hand, clenched his fists and gently beat his heart, as if this would make him feel better.

Then he suddenly found a hand in front of him, with an exquisite jade pendant engraved with "Dajiushan Tianzi" on it. He raised his gaze and saw a dark-skinned but also upright young man's face. The man smiled and said, "I live in a Tianzi room. If you really want to go in and see the scroll, you can lend it to you for a while. After you arrive in the second row, go to find a girl named Chunshui Qiushi, and you will say... You are Chen Ping'an's friend, and they are easy to recognize because they are fellow sisters and look very similar."

The young Taoist opened his mouth and stayed silently.

Chen Ping'an stuffed the jade pendant into his arms, turned around and trot away, turned around and smiled, "I remember to return it to me after I sit there."

Chen Ping'an ran and thought, this young Taoist priest was too impressed, but he couldn't see the long picture of the flowers and birds clearly, and was so sad and heartbroken. He was stunned by the sight of Chen Ping'an who happened to pass by before. Such a big man even wiped his tears. Could it be like Liu Baqiao and the boy in green, and he was also the admirer of Fairy Su Jia?

But none of these are the real reasons why Chen Ping'an handed over the jade pendant.

Chen Ping'an just remembered when he was five years old. In that winter dusk, he walked over and over in the closed Nibo Lane at the doors of every household, and was also crying secretly.

Anyway, everyone is on the ferry, and this Taoist priest who looks even poorer than himself can't escape. And if he takes a step back, even if he really loses a jade pendant, he can only write it on Wei Bo's account for the time being. He will pay back the money to Wei Bo next time. I believe that Dajishan has given such a favor, so he shouldn't mind giving it a little more.

It really doesn't work. Chen Ping'an is rich in the "15th Five-Year Plan" of the square things!

———

In the study room where Chen Ping'an temporarily lived, there was a young woman wearing a loose Taoist robe sitting behind the table and gently turned over pages of paper filled with regular script.

Very beautiful face.

The Taoist nun held her cheek with one hand and turned over the paper with the other hand, looking lazy.
Chapter completed!