It was still the woman named Fan. She looked simple and elegant at first glance, but if you looked closely, you would find that the clothes were embroidered with a pattern of Ruyi Water Clouds. It appeared and appeared faintly under the moonlight in the sky and the lights in the city, which was full of eyes and noble grace, but that was it.

But at this moment, she should have covered her face, only with her previous appearance, so she would not make the market sensation too much.

She still stared at Chen Ping'an hard. Chen Ping'an put down the bowls and chopsticks and had to ask: "Do you have something to ask me?"

She suddenly reached out and rubbed her forehead, looked around, and frowned.

There were diners at the next table and arguing with others, cursing, slamming the table and staring at them, and being aggressive, pointing at the other party's nose and scolding you a little prostitute. It's only a matter of three things. If you dare to talk about anything, I will open a brothel directly at your house.

The two sides argued, and the strong Nanyuan Kingdom's accent was both unpleasant and chaotic.

The woman gently kneaded her temples with one finger, returning to her normal expression, and used the sound of a martial artist in the martial arts world to form a line, her eyes full of curiosity and longing, and asked, "This young man, are you... a banished immortal?"

Chen Ping'an laughed in silence and shook his head and said, "I am just a foreigner. I'm here to travel to Nanyuan Country, not the exiled immortal that the girl said."

The woman was a little regretful and apologized: "I'll bother you so much, I'll forgive you for your sins."

Chen Ping'an waved his hand, "It's okay."

She hesitated for a moment and reminded: "The capital of Nanyuan Kingdom has not been peaceful recently. The young master is a dragon and phoenix among people. It is easy to be targeted by others. I hope the young master is more careful."

Chen Ping'an bowed his hand and said, "Thank you Miss Fan."

Fan Wan'er was not a dragging person. He left this bustling midnight snack market like this. Some green-skinned gangsters wanted to take the opportunity to take advantage of the situation, but every time they took action, she always avoided it, like a fish swimming among the water and grass. Chen Ping'an was a little confused. According to the old man in Zhulou, whether a martial artist has a good talent depends on whether he can develop the most clever boxing intention from the inferior boxing posture. This was one of the reasons why he chose Chen Ping'an at the beginning.

However, the old man surnamed Cui is desperate for face and is unwilling to admit that "Shaking the Mountain Fist" actually has many advantages, and Chen Ping'an is just unwilling to expose it.

The strange woman who had never been masked but had twice found her. According to the previous chat between the old man named Ding and the crow and the flower-hairman Zhou Shi, she was probably the famous Fan Waner, who was placed in Baopingzhou, his hometown, but he was the status of He Xiaoliang, the daughter of the Shengao Sect.

Fan Waner clearly has a little bit of a "fast way". Why does his martial arts cultivation seem to have a huge rock that has been pressed by a thousand kilograms and cannot get up for a long time?

A body of momentum can be hidden and can return to nature, but after being in the long run, the inner spirit cannot deceive people. The rush of breathing and the charm of raising hands and feet will often reveal the secret of heaven.

The old man surnamed Ding, who had previously worn a silver lotus crown, seemed to step into the Baihe Temple hall casually, and Chen Ping'an immediately noticed a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth.

Chen Ping'an came out of the Lizhu Cave Heaven, and there are quite a few people on the top of the mountain. It is naturally not simple to see the person who can make Chen Ping'an feel "very powerful". The person who feeds the boxer in the bamboo building in the Low-Out Mountain was once a martial artist at the peak of the tenth realm, and the person who feeds the sword on the Guihua Island was also an old Jindan.

After Fan Wan'er's figure disappeared, Chen Ping'an thought about it and left this downtown area.

The capital of the Nanyuan Kingdom is divided into eighty-one yards of all sizes, with a rough layout, similar to many dynasties that Chen Ping'an passed by. This city, known as the best in the world, is in the north, the south, the east, the west, and the Baihe Temple is located in the west city. It is mostly the mansion of middle-level civil servants and wealthy merchants, and craftsmanship can be seen everywhere.

At this time, Chen Ping'an was walking on a stone arch bridge. It was late at night and everyone was quiet. Chen Ping'an jumped gently to the railing and walked to the railing on the top of the Bluestone Bridge. Chen Ping'an looked at the small river under his feet, flowing gurglingly, and a water-controlling beast stood below, which was shaped like a dragon, which was not uncommon.

Many prosperous cities in Baopingzhou, such water-squeezing beasts used to defeat the monsters in the water, are found on many bustling cities, columns or arched gantry stones. However, Chen Ping'an could not detect this ancient water-squeezing beast, which had a trace of residual spiritual energy, as if it was just a decoration.

While Chen Ping'an was staring at the water in a daze, Fan Wan'er, a fairy from Jingxin Pavilion, met the prince, Wei Yan, who should have returned to the Nanyuan Kingdom Palace City.

Although this man is a noble man of heaven, he is a young master who is hidden. His martial arts master is an older generation master who has been exiled from the northern border to the Nanyuan Kingdom. As Wei Yan said, he is a small group of people who are closest to the top ten masters today. The master of the prince Wei Yan has an irreconcilable hatred with the Chuhuamen, one of the three sects of the Demon Sect. Therefore, the Prince, who has a respectable identity, is also considered by both the Hushan Sect and Jingxinting as a righteous person, and has hope to become the next generation of leaders of the rivers and lakes. Jingxinting even intends to support him as the next monarch of Nanyuan Kingdom.

The Ya'er, who was a man from the Demon Sect, secretly supported Wei Yan's emperor brother Wei Chong. Both sides were intrigue and framed each other, and competed for favor with the old emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom, and had been fighting for five or six years.

Fan Waner and Wei Yan were scattered in the quiet night. Wei Yan said softly: "Fairy Fan, if you want to see that person, you don't have to hide from me. He can hide in the Baihe Temple Hall. We have never noticed it from beginning to end. We must not be an ordinary reckless man in the world. What if he is a member of the Demon Sect and something happens to you?"

Fan Waner was unwilling to let Wei Yan, the future Emperor of Nanyuan, feel grudges and smiled: "Your Highness, do you think you are the one with Waner, the Qingyaer, who has no real name in the Demon Sect, Zhou Shi, the hairpin of the Chunchao Palace, and the other six young masters who are about the same age, a total of ten people, echoing the top ten masters in the world. Among the ten of us, who has the highest martial arts skills?"

Wei Yan had a long time to know this. In addition to having a good master, he was also the prince of a country. His intelligence and eyes were everywhere. Even if he had not walked through the world, he had long been familiar with the secrets of the world. Wei Yan said without thinking, "It is hard to say who is the leader, but the top three have a certain number. Once the battle of life and death is met, whoever lives and dies depends on who is better at fighting for the general trend in the dark. The right time, place and people are harmonious, whoever occupys more will win."

Speaking of this, Wei Yan glanced behind the woman. When he was traveling tonight, Fan Waner did not carry weapons. He smiled and said, "Fairy Fan is proficient in the Mirror Heart Pavilion, the Hushan School and the long-lost white ape-back swordsmanship. The three saints are inclusive and can certainly be ranked among the top three. My master sincerely praised the fairy. If there is a sword behind her, there are two Fan Waner."

Fan Waner smiled and said, "Your Highness is absurd."

After Wei Yan took one hand, he gently tapped the jade belt on his waist with his fingers. "The Demon Sect, who had just entered the capital, was arrogant and dared to run to the national master. He also took a punch from the national master. He was able to be injured without death. People in the world think it was her luck, but the father told me that the national master once said that the young girl had such a high martial arts talent, and she could be called Lu Fang among women."

"The last person should be Feng Qingbai, who has unknown origin. In the past ten years, he has emerged. No clues were found in his life and masters. He likes to travel around and constantly challenge masters from all walks of life. He only knows that this person has made rapid progress. Looking at his opponents, he will find that he has grown from an outsider who knows a little about three-legged cats to become a top-notch master in just ten years."

After saying this, Wei Yan turned around and asked, "Fairy Fan, among the other seven people, are there any hidden deeper?"

Fan Wan'er held his hands and walked on a quiet and deserted bridge, approaching the railing, slapped the head of the lion carved with the small stone above, shook his head and said, "Even if there is, at least Jingxinting and I don't know."

Wei Yan had a gentle smile. He never thought that Fairy Fan had such a playful time. For a moment, he looked at those moist eyes and was a little confused.

The man has a inferior look, only looking at the woman's face, the body with a moderate look, and the spirit of the woman's spirit with a superior look.

What's more, Fan Wan'er has all three, and they are the most romantic in the world.

How can the Prince of Nanyuan, who is above his gaze, not be moved, a beautiful lady and a gentleman, Wei Yan's love for her, whether in words or sight, is neither naked nor presumptuous, but never deliberately hides it without any leakage.

Wei Yan stopped, accelerated his steps again, and walked side by side with her, trying to reach out and hold her slender hand, but unfortunately he didn't have that courage.

Fan Wan'er stopped, turned sideways, looked into the distance, and said slowly: "The reason I talk about this is to say something strange that I can't understand."

Wei Yan said curiously: "Tell me, let me see."

Fan Waner rubbed his eyebrows, and Wei Yan said worriedly: "What's wrong, but what sinister technique did the white-robed swordsman use?"

She smiled and shook her head, "Your Highness, have you heard of the 'exiled immortal' from your master?"

Wei Yan smiled and said, "My master is a rude man, but he doesn't mention this. He doesn't like literati and poets the most. He always says they are helping women without eggs. When he was young, he learned martial arts from his master. When he was a little bit literary, I would be beaten when I was chatting. So I can only appreciate the charm of the exiled immortal from the poem."

Since Wei Yan had no clues, Fan Waner didn't want to talk about this matter more and changed the subject. She looked far-reaching and murmured: "Your Highness, have you ever felt that when we experience something, or walk through the ground, and meet someone, we always feel a little familiar?"

Wei Yan nodded, "Yes, why don't you?"

The prince found it interesting and asked with a smile: "Does Fairy Fan also believe in the Buddhist reincarnation?"

Fan Waner shook his head.

———

On Guniu Mountain outside the capital, there were as many as seven or eight people standing tonight. Among them, Yu Zhenyi, the Hushan School, was as beautiful as a child, looked solemn, looking at the outline of the capital in the night.

The sloppy man with alcohol was even given a sword to the woman in the wine shop, named Lu Fang.

Zhong Qiu, the national teacher of Nanyuan Kingdom, is a serious and thin man with a gentle temperament. It is hard to imagine that he would be the first in the world.

One person left,

Yu Zhenyi's voice was as tender and clear as her appearance, and she slowly spoke: "Apart from the old demon Ding, Zhou Fei of Chunchao Palace, Feng Feng Feng, and Qingqing, the four people are determined to kill one more person."

Lu Fang laughed at himself and said, "It's not me, right?"

Zhongqiu glanced at him coldly.

Lu Fang spread his hands and said helplessly: "It's not okay to be a joke?"

In addition to three of these four masters, there are some people on the top of the mountain that should never appear here.

But without exception, they are either one of the top ten masters on the list or a martial arts master like Master Wei Yan.

Tonight's Guniu Mountain and the next Nanyuan Kingdom capital will be destined to be without any discussion of good and evil.

Yu Zhenyi stared at a place in the capital and said softly: "Lu Fang, you and your friends should solve the biggest accident first. As for whether to join forces to kill people or kill people alone, I don't care, but I only allow success and not failure. Within three days, bring the man's head over, and all the objects on him, the old rules, the murderer will get it."

Lu Fang touched the back of his head and sighed.

Someone in the distance was laughing gloomy and eager to try.

———

Chen Ping'an did not return to his house, and just wandered alone in the capital at night like a ghost. During this period, he sneaked into a library with a scholarly family and read the books casually.

Before dawn, he left quietly and listened to the lectures of the masters in the Imperial College in Beijing. It was not until noon when the sun was shining that he walked back to the Zhuangyuan Lane and deliberately avoided the house related to the old man named Ding and the flower-hairman Zhou Shi.

There are several narrow and narrow bookstores in Zhuangyuan Lane. In addition to selling books, they also sell some four treasures of study that cannot be regarded as clear and clean desks. They are rough and simple. Fortunately, the prices are not high. After all, the buyers here are all poor scholars who come to Beijing to take the exam. Chen Ping'an bought a few travel notes of landscapes with casual writing in a shop. He will definitely not read them in the near future. He is just thinking about making more books in the Low-Out Mountain.

When Chen Ping'an walked back to the alley where he lived, the pretty little guy happened to come back from get out of class. The two walked in the alley together. The child seemed to have a secret, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Chen Ping'an pretended not to see it, and went back to the yard. The dinner was at the same dinner table with his children and his family. As agreed when renting the house in advance, the family added two bowls and chopsticks for Chen Ping'an and charged 30 cents more every day. The old woman swears that there must be fish and meat for the meal. In fact, Chen Ping'an often goes out, either going out early and coming back late, missing the meal order, or simply no one is seen for a while. The old woman is very happy.

There was no oil on the table today. The old woman smiled and apologized, saying why Mr. Chen didn’t say hello earlier to prepare the ingredients.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said that he could eat enough.

The old woman asked what Ming'er said. When she heard Chen Ping'an explaining that she was going out the day, the old woman sighed and complained that Mr. Chen was too busy and it was so difficult to eat home-cooked meals. In fact, her daughter-in-law's cooking skills were pretty good. She didn't dare to say that it was so good, so she would definitely have a meal.

The woman who kept lowering her head to cook rice and didn't even dare to pick up a bit of chopsticks in the dishes raised her head slightly and smiled honestly. Her mother-in-law praised herself for the first time.

After dinner, Chen Ping'an moved a small stool to the corner where the child's grandfather often played chess with others. It was rare to have a large bluestone street. People who lived here for generations, watched people coming and going there and chatted with neighbors about family matters, which was very relieved. If you see a rich family galloping by horse or a famous brothel girl walking by slowly, it would make the whole street bright.

Chen Ping'an sat not far from the chess stall, surrounded by a lot of people. Suddenly, he found that the child also moved a stool and sat next to him.

I had already taken the "sword energy" and put it in the house. I was still carrying a sword on my back. I was notorious. The sword-raising gourd was brought by my side, but I let the more obedient flying sword fifteen stay in the yard so that I would not be stolen. Now the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom is not peaceful, and I am hiding dragons and lying tigers. I believe that I should get up soon.

Recognizing the child's awkwardness, Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "Are you worried?"

After going to school, I learned some rough and etiquette children, and lowered their heads, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen."

Chen Ping'an whispered: "What do you say?"

The child sat on a short bench, clenched his fists with his hands and placed them on his knees, and did not dare to look at Chen Ping'an. "My mother often goes to look for Mr. Chen's things while Mr. Chen is not at home."

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment. He thought it was the old woman who spoke harshly, and often went to his room to "visit" and flipped through and picked it up. He never thought it was the mother of the child who looked very honest.

The child was in a heavy mood. "Later, after Mr. Chen left for a long time, my mother stole the books that Mr. Chen placed on the table for me. I couldn't help it, so I flipped through the books and peeked. I knew this was not good."

Chen Ping'an originally wanted to say something lightly "It's okay", but he quickly swallowed his stomach and changed his mouth, "It's not good."

I was wandering around the capital before. One day, at a noisy temple fair, I saw a pair of wealthy and grandmother, followed by a group of slingers with gloomy eyes behind me. A five or six-year-old child saw a beautiful sister picking objects at the stall. He ran over and pulled the girl's sleeves. The child naturally had no malice, just to attract the attention of adults. The girl ignored her at first, but the child was from a powerful family. Seeing that the sister ignored him, she was a little annoyed and her strength became stronger and stronger. The girl was entangled and was well-educated and knowledgeable. She did not care about the ignorant child. She looked up at the mother of the child standing not far away. The latter called the child back and did not let him continue to make trouble.

If this scene stopped here, it would be fine if Chen Ping'an had seen it.

But the luxurious woman said something that made Chen Ping'an unable to let go, but she couldn't think of the crux of the problem.

The woman who must have walked out of Zhongming Dingshi Home taught her children the sentence, "Look at me, I'm angry, don't be naughty anymore."
To be continued...