Sword of Coming

The child with a pale face and plain clothes thought for a while before continuing to follow the adults and disappearing deep into the alley.

Chen Ping'an looked calm and did not continue to look at the strange scene over there. He glanced at the demon-suppressing charm posted on the door. It was just made of ordinary yellow paper and was not too distressing to use. It had rained so heavily previously that the door was soaked with rainwater, but Chen Ping'an casually attached it to the door panel, making it extremely firm.

Pasted on the door are two of the most common painted martial arts gods in the market. I don’t know whether they are the saints of the martial arts temple enjoying incense in Tongyezhou, or the meritorious generals in the history of Chenxiang Kingdom.

More than half of this year has passed, and the painted door gods have been exposed to wind, sun, and rain, and have faded badly. They are still a bit dull and dull, with a hint of decay.

After Chen Ping'an entered the fourth realm of martial arts, his Qi and blood were strong and his soul was tenacious. His way of looking at this world changed somewhat. He was similar to the Qi practitioner's Wangqi, which could capture the flow of spiritual energy, especially in After wearing the golden wine, we verified each other according to the degree of spiritual energy absorbed by this robe, and gained a lot.

Looking up at the two door gods who appear to be wearing bright armor and majestic attire, in fact, the little bit of divine aura has long disappeared in the long river of time, and has been eaten away bit by bit by the evil spirit of this weird alley.

Is this considered a hero short of breath?

Chen Pingan sighed, stood on tiptoes, and used his fingers to smooth out the fine wrinkles of the talisman. A pagoda demon-suppressing talisman. Based on the market price, how many pairs of painted door gods can one buy? When he thought of this, Chen Pingan became a little annoyed. Chen Pingan knew the general meaning of those sneaky evil spirits. They were trying to show off their power. He probably wanted two foreigners like him and Lu Tai, who were so energetic, to be more knowledgeable. , leave this place early, so that the two sides will not interfere with each other.

Chen Pingan walked into the courtyard and closed the door. Now that Lu Tai had woken up, he was completely sleepless. Like Chen Pingan, he moved a chair and sat at the door. Without Chen Pingan saying anything, Lu Tai took the initiative to explain: "Some Taoist practices Shallow evil things only scare people, and most harm those people in the market who are born with weak yang energy. Or they suddenly scare them when they are walking at night, and take advantage of the moment when their souls tremble to absorb and steal a little bit of their souls. Or in those sects where the ancestors have no virtue and the door gods are out of order, they choose to do the ghost-pressing thing when the common people have nightmares. Well, there are also some guys who are uncomfortable with themselves and don't understand the rules. Wandering ghosts urinate at crossroads and get themselves into trouble.”

Lu Tai took out the bamboo fan and started fanning it. The coolness in the courtyard suddenly disappeared, and there was a bit more warmth for no reason. In the rain, wisps of gray smoke rose up and disappeared.

Lu Tai smiled and said: "These ghosts and monsters have no knowledge. They have the same virtues as the living people of Flying Eagle Castle, and they can't see the difference between us at all. It's a pity that the demon-suppressing talisman, if it had been painted by the Zhang family Tianshi, or A highly skilled mage from the Lingbao Sect, with materials like yours..."

Lu Tai paused for a moment, deliberately adding salt to Chen Ping'an's wounds, "As long as a talisman is posted at the gate of Flying Eagle Castle, it can protect these hundreds of people from being attacked by evil spirits for at least three to five years. , How can a layman like you, who only relies on a breath of pure Qi on the talisman, be destined to be unable to connect with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth? This talisman is sourceless water, so how many days can it be prosperous?"

Chen Pingan sat on the chair opposite, "Why didn't you show up earlier?"

Lu Tai smiled and said, "What am I doing here? Chatting with them about the customs and customs here? How did they arrange the order of appearances in order to scare you? How did they turn the rain into blood? I only know how to do it. Tell them earnestly and sincerely that they are really not impressed by the scary tricks of ghosts, and I may not be able to help but teach them some unique tricks..."

The more Lu Tai spoke, the more outrageous he became. Chen Pingan pointed to the door with the wine gourd, indicating that Lu Tai could go out and get close to them.

Lu Tai sat on the same spot, motionless as a mountain, and folded the folding fan with a snap, "I have liked to deal with the demons and spirits raised in my family since I was a child. It can even be said that we get along day and night. I have long been used to it. If it weren't for Chen Ping'an, you They are annoying, and with them floating around outside, my sleep will only be more peaceful and sweet."

Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "You Yin Yang family children don't have to be taboo about this?"

Lu Tai looked up at the rain curtain and said softly: "If you don't approach evil, you don't know good."

Chen Ping'an asked curiously: "Is there a real ghost hiding in Flying Eagle Castle?"

Lu Tai nodded, "Otherwise, why would I say 'a feng shui treasured place to frame the blame' before the fight?"

Chen Pingan nodded, remembering this clearly.

Lu Tai rested his hands lazily on the handle of the chair, his sleeves hanging down, "If the two of us die and become desperate lovers in the deep mountains and forests over there, do you think we will be framed by these martial arts fools like Fei Ying Bao? Will anyone believe it? Naturally, the blame is placed on the nest of evil spirits here."

Chen Pingan's heart moved, he stood up suddenly and walked towards the door.

There was a commotion in the alley outside the courtyard, and the golden light of the demon-suppressing talisman on the gate surged and disappeared in a flash.

Lu Tai turned around and said with a smile: "No need to go. Those ghosts are not willing to give up. They must suffer some losses before they are willing to remember. Now that they have learned the lesson, they will probably stay away from us in the near future. I want to hear those touching sounds of nature again in the future." Zhiyin, it’s hard to get a good night’s sleep.”

Chen Ping'an opened the courtyard door, crossed the threshold, and looked up at the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman. Except for a faint stain, the talisman did not show any signs of the talisman breaking or the aura shaking. He came to test the talisman in front of him. Ghosts, as Lu Tai said, are indeed not of high moral character.

Chen Pingan returned to the yard and made up his mind that if he came to provoke him again, don't blame him for being a bad neighbor.

Lu Tai held the back of his head with both hands and said: "This Tongyezhou is a very conservative place. I don't like foreigners from other continents very much. If it were here, Xie Shi, the Tianjun of Juluzhou, would have been surrounded by people for a long time." He was beaten half to death, how can you be like you in Aquarius Island, who can still politely sit down to drink tea, reason and bargain."

Chen Pingan rubbed the mud on the soles of his boots on the steps, thought for a while, and said slowly: "Aquarius Continent is too close to Julu Continent, and the relationship between Da Li and Xie Shi is also very mysterious. They are all related, not all of them are the same continent. It’s a matter of local customs. Lu Tai, what do you think?"

Lu Tai clicked his tongue and said: "Okay, okay, Chen Pingan, you are now more and more able to look at problems from the mountain. You are worthy of being a person who has braved the Hanging Mountain and the Sword Qi Great Wall."

Chen Pingan was about to move the chair back into the room when Lu Tai suddenly said: "Chen Pingan, if Ma Wanfa is included, it is actually not difficult for them to deal with a half-golden elixir monk. The two of us can win this fight, It’s actually not easy.”

Chen Ping'an stood next to the chair and asked, "If the two of us faced off against a golden elixir practitioner, would there be any chance of winning?"

"Yes, but the chances of winning are slim."

Lu Tai smiled and said, "Almost every Jindan cultivator is a tough-minded person, and they have endless magical powers. So we either fight him desperately, or we will be eaten alive by him. You should know, practice qi. The ninth realm of the warrior, the Golden Core realm, and the seventh realm of the pure martial artist, together with their previous realms, are said to be 'earth-shaking'."

Chen Pingan sat back in his chair, shook his head and said, "I'm actually not sure, can you tell me?"

Lu Tai's eyes lit up, "Now that I've told you this, can I give you a hundred less snow coins next time when we officially divide the spoils?"

Chen Ping'an couldn't laugh or cry, "Do you still care about spending a hundred snows?"

Lu Tai laughed and said: "Of course I don't care about Xue's money, I just like this feeling of taking advantage."

Chen Pingan stretched out a hand, indicating that Lu Tai could make money.

Lu Tai was in a good mood, kicked off his boots, sat cross-legged on the chair, and said with a smile: "A pure martial artist will rise to the seventh level, which is known as the 'earth-shattering'. In addition to talking about the seventh realm of wind control, it can make a martial artist like an immortal." In addition to traveling far away in the wind, there is also the world where the soul and courage are condensed into one body and displayed in front of you, which is a different scene."

"As for Qi practitioners reaching the golden elixir realm, 'Only those who have formed the golden elixir will be of my generation'. This golden rule is almost impossible to say. The real mystery lies in the monk's use of magic before forming the golden elixir." There is a huge bottleneck in magical power. If you open up a few mansions, you can roughly calculate the total amount of stored spiritual energy. When fighting against others, just like you, Chen Ping'an, if you want to spend money, you need to save some money."

"After forming the golden elixir, the monks can store spiritual energy. It is not limited to the number of Qi palaces. It is like a rich man building an ice cellar. You can eat ice even in the hot summer. More importantly, you can also temporarily borrow spiritual energy from the heaven and the earth. The Immortal Bridge allows you to live forever. Having said so much, what is a bridge? In addition to embarking on a journey to practice, it is also for the purpose of being able to connect with the heaven and the earth. It is a small hole in the sky and a blessed place in the heaven and earth. "

Chen Pingan listened carefully and attentively.

Lu Tai asked with a smile: "So it's not strange that the two of us have killed so many people in Ma Wanfa, but we may not be able to defeat a single Jindan cultivator?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "That's it."

Lu Tai looked like he had seen a ghost and asked in confusion: "The people who taught you boxing, swordsmanship and talismans didn't even tell you these things?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "If you don't teach these, the old man who taught me boxing skills only taught me..."

Chen Ping'an stood up and punched Yu Mu lightly, "You have to punch Yu Mu back ten feet at a time."

Chen Pingan put away his fist and gently twisted his wrist, as if he were holding a pen to draw a talisman, "The true meaning of the talisman should flow from the tip of the pen, a little aura of awe-inspiring, and a thousand miles of wind."

Chen Ping'an held the long sword gesture again and waved forward slightly, "There are all kinds of wonders in the world, but I only have one sword."

Lu Tai stared blankly at the young man in white robe who looked different from usual under the eaves opposite.

Lu Tai curled up on the chair, his hands wrapped around his sleeves, silent for a long time.

Chen Pingan grinned, took the chair and went back to the house, "You should go to bed early too."

Lu Tai asked seriously: "Chen Ping'an, if you could only choose one thing among the three, what would you choose?"

Chen Ping'an was stunned on the spot. He really hadn't thought about this question. After thinking for a moment, he replied: "I practiced boxing in the first place to extend my life. It is the foundation of my life. I will continue to practice boxing in the future. If I live long enough, I will I hope to be able to punch ten million times. Of course, during this period, I must reach the seventh level of martial arts. As for drawing talismans, it is just a way to save my life. I will not dig in too deep and let nature take its course. If I really want to go far, I still... …”

Chen Pingan stretched out his thumb and pointed at the sword behind his back, "It's for sword practice."

Chen Ping'an looked calm and his eyes were determined, "I want to become a sword immortal, a great sword immortal!"

Lu Tai tilted his head, "What are you planning on?"

Chen Pingan chuckled, said nothing, moved a chair and trotted back to the house, closed the door and went to sleep.

Lu Tai rolled his eyes and lost his sleepiness, so he hummed a country ballad out of boredom. Finally, he simply stood up and danced slowly on the chair, his sleeves turning like running water. After that, he sat back in his chair, yawned and shook his fan, or made fortune calculations with his fingers, or rested his head on the chair handle, rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue, pretending to hang himself...

I stayed up like this until dawn.

Chen Pingan got up on time, opened the door and took back the demon-suppressing talisman, and then walked back and forth under the eaves to practice boxing.

Lu Tai glanced at Chen Ping'an's boots, "I'll find you a pair of boots from our immortal family later, so you don't have to worry about rain or snow anymore. The more expensive ones can even be invulnerable to water and fire."

Chen Ping'an said angrily: "Why do you need that thing? When fighting with others, you have to worry about whether the boots will be broken. It's such a hindrance. It's just one more thing to worry about."

Lu Tai sighed: "You don't have a happy life."

Chen Pingan asked: "Nothing strange happened last night, right?"

Lu Tai nodded, "It's true. It seems that someone saw a ghost in Flying Eagle Castle. It's not too far from here. There was a fight between the two sides. It was quite bloody, but no one died."

Chen Pingan thought for a while, "Then let's walk around during the day and see if we can find out the truth. Once we have an idea, we can decide whether to take action."

Lu Tai doesn't care about this.

He is quite good at Feng Shui, finding dragons and acupuncture points, Qimen Dunjia, and medical horoscopes. There is nothing he can do about it. The ancestor gives him food to eat. Even if he doesn't study hard and changes his ways to be lazy all day long, he is still one of the best among his peers. Qi Juechen, this troubled him very much.

Lu Tai's few words and understatement summed up a bloody fight.

In fact, for the people in the game at that time, it was far from easy.

In the rain last night, there was a young man wearing black clothes with a simple sword hanging at his waist, walking at night with a Taoist priest who had traveled here. Under the bamboo hat, one looked generous and died, and the other was worried.

After the torrential rain turned to soft drizzle, the two walked into an alley and came to a dilapidated house that had been abandoned for a long time.

The young Taoist priest wearing a raincoat turned pale, "The evil spirit is particularly strong tonight!"

The other man held a simple knife in his hand and had slightly dark skin. He lowered his voice and gritted his teeth and said: "If we wait any longer, I don't know how many people will be killed in vain. We can't wait any longer!"

There are very few residents in this alley, only three or four sparse families. Most of them are elderly people who are alone and do not often contact the outside world. When the martial arts disciples of Feiying Castle were young, they competed for courage, which was to choose One late night, let's see who dares to walk alone through this narrow and dark alley.

It is said that there was once a bloody battle in this alley. Before the Flying Eagle Castle fell silent in the world, when the old fort owner had just passed away, a group of enemies who formed a gang entered the Flying Eagle Castle, and their hands were stained with blood. They were either masters of the Demon Cult or masters of evil ways. They were all lords from all walks of life who were injured and disabled by the old castle master.

They accidentally leaked the news and were caught in the urn of the Flying Eagle Castle, which was well prepared. They were blocked in this alley. The fight was bloody and the ground was covered with blood. The heads of both sides were rolling down, including the heads of the murderers and the flying ones. The heads, limbs and remains of the elders of Eagle Castle were almost all intact. It was said that none of the people who collected the corpses at Eagle Castle did not vomit bile.

Feiyingbao is a martial arts gang whose ancestors were rich but whose family fortunes fell into decline. It once had a century of glory. Among the older generation of Jianghu people in Chenxiang Kingdom, even though the Huan family has been silent for decades, its reputation is still not high. He is relatively young, especially the deceased Mr. Huan, who was highly respected and well-known in the world. He was a hero known to both the government and the public.

It's a pity that the martial arts attainments of Huan Yang, the castle master of this generation, are mediocre and cannot support the prestige of Fei Ying Castle. Huan Chang is still young, and he has the current bleak situation of lack of success.

But casually looking through the old almanac, starting from Mr. Huan and going up two generations, there are too many things that Feiying Castle can bring to the table.

Therefore, there are more than 400 people in such a huge Flying Eagle Castle, all up and down, and they are all very proud.

Although it is located in a corner, Flying Eagle Castle cannot be regarded as a frog in the well.

Almost everyone has heard of the many legendary deeds of Flying Eagle Castle since childhood. As one of the four great masters of Chenxiang Kingdom, Mr. Huan,

Mr. Huan's close friends who traveled around the world together when he was young are now three of the top ten masters.

The old lady was rumored to be a subjugated princess from a neighboring country. She fled the country and was rescued by Mr. Huan. She fell in love at first sight. During this period, there were constant ups and downs and all kinds of hardships. In the end, they came together, and it was said to be a good story in the world.

The master of the young castle, Huan Chang, has shown outstanding talent in martial arts since he was a child. He is born with amazing physical strength. For more than ten years, he has consulted with outside heroes or competed with those young heroes who have become famous in the world, which is remarkable. point. The castle owner's daughter, Huan Shu, is said to have made an engagement with the eldest son of one of the top ten masters of the Chenxiang Kingdom, and is just waiting for the young man to come and marry her.

The leader of the younger generation of Feiying Fort is not Huan Chang, but a man with a foreign surname, Tao Xieyang, who is the direct disciple of the fort master Huan Yang. He has studied Confucian classics and advanced kung fu from the great steward Mr. He since he was a child. , even better than Shaobao Lord Huan Chang.

Tao Xieyang's warm heart is well-known in Feiying Castle. He has a cheerful personality and seems not to be afraid of the sky falling.

The group of people who entered the mountain and entered the fort last time were led by the Grandmaster, a well-known hero. Among them was a beautiful woman with the reputation of a fairy. She had a very good relationship with Tao Xieyang. They often walked together inside and outside Feiying Castle and drank with Tao Xieyang. The cheapest drink on the street can bring a smile to your face.

In recent years, Tao Xieyang has begun to help the castle owner and official He Ya, and has begun to try to take care of the affairs of Feiying Castle. He has come into contact with many inside stories, and his life has not been easy.

Guests from all over the world need to be treated without leakage. The incense sticks left by the ancestors of Feiying Castle cannot be allowed to go out silently, and the incense love must be continued secretly. To run around the capital, run against the decent families on the hills, run against the tyrannical gangs in the big cities, send money to the mansions of wealthy families, and win over the local gangsters in the county and town, all these require Tao Xieyang, a person with a foreign surname, to run, so Tao Xieyang's knowledge and experience in the world , all outstanding.

The swordsman who came to this alley tonight was Tao Xieyang.

The young Taoist who was traveling with him was Tao Xieyang's best friend in the world of martial arts. They hit it off instantly. Tao Xieyang knew some of the young Taoist's secrets, could see those dirty things, and had some overpowering methods that were unheard of in the world of martial arts. After receiving Tao Xieyang's secret letter asking for help, the Taoist came to Flying Eagle Castle without saying a word. After careful exploration, the young Taoist's heart became increasingly heavy. As expected, as Tao Xieyang said in the letter, Flying Eagle Castle was indeed haunted by ghosts. Moreover, the Taoism is so profound that it directly destroys the fundamentals of Feng Shui of Flying Eagle Castle.

The young Taoist knew that he was not a true mountain man. He followed the master who liked to travel around the world. He had only practiced Taoism for five years. He only learned some superficial kung fu of fortune-telling and drawing talismans. Moreover, the talismans he drew were inconsistent in time. Ling, the copper coin sword he carries on his back is made of seven, seven and forty-nine copper coins strung together. He has not had a chance to use it yet. He has no idea whether it can really suppress evil and kill evil.

The young Taoist's name is Huang Shang. He is a son of a noble family who has no hope of taking the imperial examination. He has been practicing Taoism for nearly five years, but he still failed to draw talismans and enter the house. The master said that the copper coin sword of the "Three Tongbao" of Shenju, Yuanguang and Zhengde in the previous dynasty contained the most Yang Qi.

As for the talismans painted by Huang Shang, if they are not of good quality, they can only rely on quantity to make up for it.

It was really tough for him, a half-hearted Taoist priest, to deal with the ferocious ghosts of Feiying Castle. He just had an irresistible relationship with Tao Xieyang and had a sense of loyalty. Seeing that Tao Xieyang was determined to come here to eliminate harm to the people, he couldn't just watch it. My brother died here.

The relationship between the two of them as brothers is not the exchange of cups and cups between the wealthy merchants at the wine table, but the exchange of lives.

Before this house was abandoned, the original owner must have been well off, with a high threshold and fine cypress wood. The door was also decorated with an animal-faced door knocker, which was ancient and profound.

Taoist priest Huang Shang took out a yellow paper talisman from his sleeve. It had been raining heavily before. At this time, the Taoist looked at the wet gate and high wall and said with a wry smile: "The weather, time and place are not on our side."

The swordsman Tao Xieyang hummed, staring at the door, holding the handle of the sword with one hand, suddenly turned around, and slapped the Taoist priest hard on the shoulder with the other hand, "I'll go first. If the situation is serious, you can't save me. Don’t worry about me, just go back and help me find a shady house with better feng shui!”

Huang Shang was about to speak.

Tao Xieyang was already grinning with a bright smile, "These are not polite words! If both of them die here, why don't they grab a drink down there?!"

Tao Xieyang put away his hand, his anger dropped from his dantian, and he slashed at the door with a knife, "Open it for me!"

The sword was so fierce that it actually split open the door. Tao Xieyang strode into it with determination.

For a moment, his steps were heavy, as if he was stuck in a quagmire. Tao Xieyang was not afraid. He shouted softly, swung his sword forward, and struck the void with a sword. The sword was bright and slightly gleaming, obviously he had a glimpse of the martial arts.

Tao Xieyang opened the way with his knife and headed straight forward.

The two "gentleman's talismans" hidden in his arms and waist instantly turned black and were stained with ink, and the little spiritual energy disappeared completely.

Huang Shang was about to follow quickly when he felt a gust of cold wind blowing out from inside the door. He had to find two slightly dry places on the inner wall of the door and posted two house-protecting talismans. This made him feel a little better and prevent him from breathing. He paused, and then held a talisman in each hand, which were "Guanghua Zhenjun Sword Talisman" and "Huang Shen Yuezhang's Seal Talisman". They were both famous amulets left over from ancient times and widely circulated.

It was only when Huang Shang took three steps forward against the evil wind that he found that the sword and seal talisman had become mostly black, like two talismans just pulled out of the inkstone. The young Taoist was horrified and couldn't help shouting: "Evil Qi" Thick as water, the ghosts here are definitely not the unjust ghosts who died in the alleys back then! They must be ghosts that have been wandering for more than a hundred years! The sun is setting, exit the house quickly..."

However, the door of the main room in the distance opened on its own. Tao Xieyang entered with a knife, and the door slammed shut.

Huang Shang's face was full of grief, and he tried his best to pour weak spiritual energy into the two disaster-stricken talismans in his hands, and shouted angrily: "Put away the blame!"

The sword talisman holding the sword made no movement. It was soaked in the ink condensed by the evil aura of the fierce land. The two fingers twisting the talisman felt as if they were burned by fire. Huang Shang quickly threw away the talisman.

Fortunately, the seal talisman's spiritual light rippled and suddenly lit up, reflecting the strange phenomena around him.

The talisman suddenly ignited and burned fiercely. The yellow paper was consumed rapidly, emitting pungent green smoke.

Around Huang Shang, gloomy laughter echoed one after another, but no one was seen.

The neck seemed to have been licked by a long, cold tongue, giving the young Taoist goosebumps all over his body.

Huang Shang threw away the burned seal talisman and was about to take out another talisman from the bottom of the box.

The back of his left hand, which he stretched toward his sleeve, felt as if someone had pricked him with a needle. Huang Shang shuddered, and there was an inexplicable shower of rain falling on his head. Huang Shang looked around, and saw a steady drizzle. The young Taoist raised his hand to wipe it in daze. When he opened his face and spread his hands, he saw that it was actually covered in blood.

The next moment, Huang Shang subconsciously raised his head.

A pale face without eyeballs was so close that it almost touched the tip of Huang Shang's nose.

Huang Shang was dumbfounded.

In an instant, someone pressed hard on his shoulders and pulled him back. Huang Shang flew out of the house and fell into the muddy alley outside, feeling dizzy.

I only saw a familiar tall and thin figure, it was He Ya, the old steward of Feiying Castle, Tao Xieyang's master.

The old man held the talisman in both hands. The talisman paper should not be made of ordinary yellow paper. The light was flowing and crystal clear. Although the light was floating in the wind and rain, like two candles in the strong wind, the aura of the talisman was always swaying. Not scattered.

The old steward stepped with his feet firmly on the ground and muttered something.

Just as Huang Shang breathed a sigh of relief, his neck was pinched by snow-white hands with extremely long nails, and he was suddenly pulled back. The young Taoist priest slapped his hands on the muddy ground indiscriminately, to no avail. The back of his head and back hit the wall of the strong alley. , as if someone had penetrated the wall, and hoped that Huang Shang, a living person, would follow him into it.

Huang Shang rolled his eyes and fainted.

By the time the young Taoist woke up, he had returned to the guest room in the main building of Feiying Castle. Next door was Tao Xieyang's residence.

Huang Shang staggered out of bed, just in time to see Mr. He walk out of the room with a solemn expression.

He Ya sighed, "Xie Yang's body was not seriously injured, it's just..."

The old man did not continue.

He Ya wanted to say something to Huang Shang, but he shouldn't have been so reckless and accompanied Tao Xieyang to break into the alley without authorization.

Just looking at the panic of the young Taoist priest, especially the scratches on his neck that were as black as thick ink, which had not faded away after a night, the old man couldn't bear it, sighed, and left quickly to go. Make a potion of medicine to help the disciple build up his foundation and strength.

Huang Shang tried to push the door open several times, but he retracted his hand in despair.

Chen Pingan and Lu Tai are going to the Huan family mansion for a banquet tonight.

There was still half an hour before the banquet, and the two of them wandered around during the day, visiting all the streets, wells, Huan's ancestral hall, martial arts arena, and the execution platform of Flying Eagle Castle.

Lu Tai observed the various door gods on the doors of every house, while Chen Ping'an occasionally squatted down, silently picked up a handful of soil, put it into his mouth and chewed it.

After returning to the yard, Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered something, "Does Guanshi He have any selfish motives for letting us enter Flying Eagle Castle, especially for arranging us here?"

Lu Tai nodded, "The strategy of driving away wolves and devouring tigers is probably because Feiying Castle is at the end of its rope and treating a dead horse as a live doctor. There is no way that at tonight's banquet, if we break up and hold the matter accountable, Feiying Castle will Being honest and honest is nothing more than apologizing and making amends, and then throwing money at us to help Flying Eagle Castle tide over the difficulties."

Chen Ping'an sighed. If the two of them were of low moral character and couldn't stand up to those wandering ghosts, would they have died suddenly in that house last night? Two rotten straw mats rolled up in one roll, and someone throws them out of Flying Eagle Castle?

Lu Tai seemed to see through Chen Ping'an's thoughts and said with a smile: "Are you lamenting the dangers of the world? Have you ever thought that there may be unspeakable secrets in Feiying Castle and Naheya? After hearing their complaints, you might be filled with righteous indignation. Stand up for yourself.”

Chen Pingan shook his head and said softly: "Things have their own order, right and wrong, and the order cannot be messed up. After that, we weigh the importance, define good and evil, and finally choose how to do something."

Lu Tai smiled and said: "It sounds simple, but it is not easy to do."

Chen Ping'an hummed, "It's very rare."

Not long after, Huan Chang and Huan Shu, brother and sister, arrived hand in hand. Today Huan Shu had changed into warm yellow clothes and stood tall and graceful. Huan Chang still dressed up in the same way, but took off the ox-horn bow.

Before that, Lu Tai asked Chen Pingan if he wanted to give Fei Yingbao and Huan Shu a surprise. Before Lu Tai finished speaking, Chen Pingan slapped the sword gourd with a dark face. Lu Tai immediately shut up and clasped his hands together. Make a gesture of begging for mercy.

At the railing of a high-rise building in the distance, a woman in a good mood was radiant and had a gentle smile. She heard her daughter say some boudoir talk last night, saying that there was a handsome young man from a foreign country who was going to visit her home today with her friends and asked her for this. The mother-in-law helped me palm my eyes.

The woman found it interesting and agreed.

As for the childish marriage in the early years, not to mention that Feiying Castle no longer took it seriously, the other party hoped that it never happened at all, so as not to be dragged down by Feiying Castle, which was in dire straits.

When the virtuous woman thinks that one day in the future, her daughter will be like her mother, wearing the most beautiful bright red wedding dress in the best time of her life and marrying her favorite sweetheart. The woman is not only happy but also a little bit unavoidable. Lost.

The woman's eyes were red, she lowered her head slightly, took out an embroidered handkerchief, and gently wiped the corners of her eyes.

The woman didn't know it, and no one in Flying Eagle Castle could see through it. Her face, which was bleeding from all the orifices, had countless cracks, criss-crossing it, like a piece of porcelain that was about to be broken.