Chen Pingan turned around and saw a man of the same age. He could tell that he was a pure martial artist. He should still be in the Third Realm for the time being. By observing the young man's breathing and breathing during his words, and the slight trembling of the muscles, bones, skin and flesh of his whole body at the slightest move.

, as well as the blood and spirit flowing outside, this old Dragon City boy's martial arts foundation is acceptable, but there are many flaws. Many "hunting post roads" of pure Qi in the Qi Mansion in the body seem not wide enough, and not enough.

smooth……

Chen Pingan was suddenly surprised.

He found that he was actually overlooking the martial arts realm of others.

It wasn't until this moment that Chen Pingan realized that he had truly reached the fourth level of martial arts.

Zheng Dafeng didn't care about Chen Ping'an's wandering mind. He waved to the young man and said with a smile: "I know I can't hide it from your grandfather, but I'm not telling you. The congratulatory gift is a pot of osmanthus brew brewed by the Fan family? Isn't it too careless?

, I am always vague about big things and very particular about small things. After you leave the wine, Ma Liuer returns to Fan's house and asks your grandpa to mention it. Don't be too stingy."

The young man was dumbfounded and said helplessly: "Mr. Zheng, I heard my grandpa tell me about this. He sneaked out to deliver wine. It was not the intention of my elders. Otherwise, sir, wait until I inherit the Osmanthus Island and prepare a big gift?"

I stole this jug of wine from home. Don’t tell my grandpa later, I’ll go to my husband to ask for a gift from home..."

After the boy put down his drink, he ran away.

Zheng Dafeng did not stop the hot-tempered boy from the Fan family. He glanced sideways at the old and energetic Chen Ping'an, thinking that he was also a young man. Look at this young boy from the Fan family. He is sincere, generous and easy to talk to.

Advantages, look at you Chen Ping'an again, you can remember the old account of five cents for so long, you are not fair-looking, old-fashioned and pedantic, and you are full of bad habits!

From the young man's words, Chen Pingan learned a lot of inside information.

The young man was born in the Fan family of old Longcheng who followed the Fu family to bet on Da Li. Now he is apprenticed to Zheng Dafeng and will own the Osmanthus Island ferry in the future.

Coupled with what Yin Shen had revealed before, Zheng Dafeng wanted to do business with the city lord Fu Qi.

Chen Pingan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Regardless of the crooked minds of these big shots, it shouldn't be a big problem for him to choose the Fan family ferry to go to Daoxuan Mountain this time.

In the future, whether gods will fight in Old Dragon City or a group of demons will dance wildly is something they need to consider. Chen Pingan only needs to stay in the medicine shop and wait patiently for a few days, then board the Osmanthus Island, reach Daoxuan Mountain, go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and find

Miss Ning, give me the sword behind your back...

Zheng Dafeng stretched out his hand to grab it and said with a smile: "Boss Fan, come back, are you really going to help me shamelessly ask for a gift?"

In fact, Zheng Dafeng didn't care at all what the young man said when he got home. He really felt that it was a bit boring to be in the same hospital with Chen Pingan. He might as well grab some pistachios to relieve his boredom and avoid staring at Chen Pingan. The key was that he was a nine-year-old.

Jingwufu is not easy to act wild, and he is even a little shaky deep inside.

The young man who was about to run out of the alley was suddenly grabbed by the back collar of his shirt. He staggered back. He was startled. He thought he had met an assassin. Then after hearing Mr. Zheng Da's voice that sounded like it was ringing in his heart, the young man hehe.

Smiling and waving to signal that the Jindan Realm family member should not be nervous, the young man turned around and ran quickly back to the dust shop. He called a few slightly familiar women "sister", then opened the curtain and returned to the yard. Behind him were waves of cheerful people.

The singing of warblers and swallows.

The young man liked this atmosphere from the bottom of his heart.

The fairy heroines at the gate of the Fan family are of course more beautiful and more fairy-like, but the boy has known for a long time that the smiles they show when they see him are different from those of the sisters here.

One is facing the future head of the Fan family, and the other is facing the young man who jumped out of nowhere.

The boy doesn't dislike the former, but likes the latter.

Chen Pingan moved a stool to the young man, and the young man quickly took it and said with a smile: "Thank you."

Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head: "You're welcome."

Then the young man picked up the stool and looked at Zheng Dafeng, "Sir, where should I sit?"

Zheng Dafeng waved his hand and joked: "Go sit by the bamboo curtain at the door and help look after the wind."

"okay."

The young man happily ran to sit at the door. He was still sitting upright, with his waist straight, his eyes and nose looking at his heart, and his hands honestly placed on his knees. Although the young man tried his best to look dignified and solemn, but his pair of

His eyes couldn't help but smile. It was as clear as a rushing stream. It made noises when happy and unhappy, but it was not the kind of water that is deep and silent, and no noble person is slow to speak.

Chen Pingan suddenly felt envious of this young man.

There was something in the boy at the door that he had always wanted but could not get.

The old scholar, the literary sage, was drunk at first, and he was carried on his back. He patted his shoulder hard and said, "The young man should carry the grass-growing Yingfei and the willow Yiyi on his shoulders, and don't think about family feuds and country hatred, or moral articles."

That's what the young man at the door looks like.

Chen Pingan can't do it.

Zheng Dafeng seemed to notice Chen Ping'an's strange emotions. Although he may not know the exact thoughts, the man thought about it and threw the pot of sweet-scented osmanthus brew back to the Fan family boy with a smile.

The young man smiled brightly and said, "Mr. Zheng, I only dare to take a sip."

Chen Ping'an raised the sword-raising gourd high, laughed too, and said, "Let's drink together."

The young man was stunned for a moment, nodded vigorously and said: "Then I will drink more in this sip! Oh, by the way, my name is Fan Er, not a nickname, just Fan Er, because there is a sister in front of me named Fan Junmao.

That’s why I’m called Fan Er... Well, actually, whether or not I have an elder sister, it makes me sad that my parents gave me such a name. What about you? Can you tell me?"

The boy took a big sip of wine, his face turned red and he coughed repeatedly. It seemed that he was really a little sad because of this name.
Chapter completed!