Sword of Coming Chapter 256

Chen Pingan looked up at the sky, Zheng Dafeng's large-scale weather, directly let the piece of Yunhai show the true body, but eventually people and Yunhai slowly disappeared, could not help but worry: "will not move Is it too big?"

The Yin God laughed: "The movement is big enough to shock the rats and the wolves."

Zheng Dafeng can accumulate thin hair and break the bottleneck. This yin **** is of course happy to see it. If Zheng Dafeng died here, Shen Jun and his business are fair and fair, but they are the femininity that comes out of that small temple. There is no such treatment. Once the plan of the gods is broken, it is not surprising that it is angered and killed by thousands of miles away.

Chen Ping, who has always been cautious and cautious, chewed this sentence seriously, and felt that it really makes sense. However, this kind of reason is not applicable to himself for the time being. It is no problem, just like those words carved on the bamboo slips, first squatting, walking on the rivers and lakes. Pressing the body, the truth is even more so.

Chen Pingan curiously asked: "Will it be known to the whole city, after Zheng Dafeng wants to do something, isn't it the line of eyelashes of the family and the five major names?"

The Yin God blinked in the direction of the East China Sea and shook his head. "There has been an embarrassment. With this opportunity, Zheng Dafeng should do a few business transactions. When returning from Yunhai, it will not be as big as when going up."

Chen Ping nodded and put away all the green bamboo slips, which were included in the income of the square. These bamboo slips, both the original green bamboo left for the small bamboo box for Lin Shouyi Li Wei, more returned or lost. After the mountain, the remnants of the bamboo building donated by Wei Wei are the Qidunshan Fenyong bamboo that moved out from Qingshen Mountain. After the sale and purchase in the Qingshuifang of the Shushui National Ferry, they know the value of the Qingshen Mountain. Chen Pingan became so rare that he had to chew several times in the beautiful sentences he saw in the book before deciding whether he should be engraved on the bamboo slips.

The Yin God suddenly asked: "Can you give me a little bamboo slip, and write the one that says "The gods are different, the yin and yang are separated, the soul is fixed, and the golden body"."

Chen Pingan shook his head without hesitation and refused: "No."

Do you think that you are a bottle of Li Wei, do you want to marry me?

However, Chen Pingan immediately thought of going back to the alley, and the Yinshen debunked the heart of Zheng Dafeng. Whether it was the meaning of Yang Laotou, it seemed that he should accept the feelings. He thought of this joint, and Chen Ping immediately became generous. "Okay, I will send you a piece of bamboo slip."

Although the Yin God did not understand why Chen Ping changed his mind, it was too straightforward because of his eagerness. In fact, the Yin God did not want to take advantage of this. The smile explained: "I didn't finish it, but actually wanted to follow How about buying the bamboo slip, ten valley rain money, how?"

Chen Pinggang just took out the bamboo slip from the square inch. After hearing the three words of Gu Yuqian, some scalp numb suddenly, and he wondered: "Even if the bamboo slip is made of Qingshen Mountain, it is so big, not worth it. Scary price?"

Yin Shen smiled lightly: "Sell it to anyone else, it is just a few small summer money, but for me, this bamboo slip plus this sentence, it is worth the price. How, the price is too high, not for sale Is it cheaper to sell? Then a small summer money?"

Chen Pingan stood up and handed the bamboo slip, and smiled and said: "Mr. Zhao Lao, things are good."

The Yinshen took over the bamboo slips in one hand, and piled up ten valleys of rain money in one hand. Chen Ping took over the aura of the rainy money, looked at his eyes and then quickly rushed into the income.

Yin Shen jokingly said: "Uncertainty is true and false? The cost of Xiaoyue Qian and Gu Yu Qiang is endless in the mountains."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I have never seen a real valley rain money, but I believe Mr. Zhao Lao."

Chen Pingan did not drink, don't wear Feijian fifteen with a sword and gourd at the waist.

Xiaoxue money is equivalent to the thousand and two silvers of the secular dynasty. A small summer money is equivalent to a hundred small snow money. A valley rain money is equivalent to ten small summer money. This is the so-called "thousands of ten" in the currency trading in the mountains. As for the gold-plated copper money specially made for the Zhuzhu Dongtian, it is more precious than the rain money.

Ten Valley Rain Money!

At this point, I finally felt a little bit full of feelings.

Chen Pingan suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhao Lao, otherwise I will give you all those bamboo slips. Are you looking for something you still want to buy?"

The Yin Shen shook his head and smiled: "The money bag is empty and can't afford it."

Ten Valley Rain Money, in fact, it is all the savings of Zheng Dafeng's old Dragon City.

The reason for this high price, congratulations to Zheng Dafeng is the same thing, the soul of the time is shaking, and the slang is even more crucial. There is God in the midst of it, and everyone in the world can not believe it, it can't. It's not that he really wants to take out ten valleys of rain money in one breath, but he has to do it for it. The deep meaning, the mysterious and the mysterious, I am afraid that only the yin and yang of the yin and yang can understand.

As a result, Chen Pingan said: "Nothing, Mr. Zhao Lao, what kind of bamboo slips do you like? I will send you."

The Yinshen turned his head and looked at the boy. He smiled and stopped talking. He looked up at the sea again and felt a little bit interesting.

The old dragon city is too big, just like few people in general, will pay attention to the movement of a paper basket, a bird in the air, the wind of Zheng Dafeng, and then the vision of the sea, the people under the feet of men I don't know anything, but almost all of the martial arts martial arts and martial arts sergeants are eager to pay attention to this scene, especially the singer's home, the biggest noise, waiting for the girl's childhood under the dragon Hey, even go to the sea of ​​clouds in person, see the person who can break the big cloud.

Because the clouds cover the clouds, the outsiders can't see the man's looks above the clouds. Most of the old dragons are in high-level practice. More people are still busy, guessing the true identity of the top peak, that is the one holding The half-fair squad's ancestors broke through? Or is the ancestor of Yunlin Jiang's family who is about to marry the old prostitute in the old dragon city, knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger?

Laolongcheng has a prosperous business and a crown of Baojuan. As an important transit hub connecting the materials of the three continents, there are a lot of money, lots of rich people, more gambling ghosts, more competition between friends in private, and even a few big bets. The bet of the file, like a spring rain, suddenly came out. Gambling is so strange, there is a gambling identity, bet this person will be disabled by the family, bet the gender or even the surname...

The inner city of Fanjiafu, the current owner and several family ancestors, dedicated to the guest, no young children, all of whom are centuries old, and standing side by side in a high-rise corridor, everyone is full of joy. They began to calculate with the characters above the sea of ​​clouds, and with the previous information, it can be inferred that Zheng Dafeng, who is the dust drug shop, entered the ninth territory without warning and became a martial art. Guru, for Fan, this is naturally a good thing, and Zheng Dafeng will stay in the old dragon city for decades in the next few decades. The Fan family is no different from a mountain martial art who descends from the sky. The difference between the eight and nine, the difference between the clouds!

Pure Wufu entry refining, medium-term refining, peaking and refining the gods, each has three realms, the more backward, especially after the seventh, the gap between the two adjacent environments will become more and more like a gap, so there is a martial art circulating. As the saying goes: High-level against the enemy's low ground, killing people but a fist.

However, some people think that this killing should be changed to a more serious word.

It is similar to the stage of the chess player. It is also a nine-segment, a strong nine, a weak nine, a seven-eighth player, and occasionally a weak hand to defeat the weak nine hands, it is not impossible, but in the end is a special case, not a common sense. Having said that, the evaluation of the chess means of Baoliangzhou, especially the eighty-nine paragraphs, is often only played by a court of the court, and the level of chess that is waiting for you is very different. Tu Shenzhou, Confucian School of the Academy will personally let the chess gentleman come forward to inspect.

A Fan Jia Jin Dan ancestors smiled and smiled: "Fan Xiaozi has such a preacher, it is a great blessing!"

The laughter is everywhere.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​clouds over the old dragon city was sinking, and almost everyone was caught off guard. They were in the middle of the sea, and they looked around, even if they were close friends and relatives, and then they felt a good person. The feeling of oppression of suffocation, whether it is practicing a gentleman or a pure Wufu, this time the air machine is running, more or less there is a situation of stagnation slowing down, but after a short time, the heavens and the earth are restored to the clear, the clouds dissipate a little bit, not much The shackles or the Jindan dynasty monks who are enshrined in the Old Dragon City are especially heavy.

Zheng Dafeng went to the sacred winds of the Eight Horizons, but he walked back to the alleys with Jiujingshan.

The women in the pharmacy are laughing and laughing from beginning to end. There is no strange feeling. This is both the frog of the bottom of the mountain and the other kind of stability. They saw the shopkeeper who walked outside from the shop and didn't think about it in the depths. The man picked up the wine from the neighboring streets in the hands of the two altars, picked up the curtains, bowed down and walked into the yard, and the wine was high. Tossed to the teenager sitting on the bench, he picked up the old cigarette rod and sat on the steps in front of the main room again. He was silent, neither smoking nor drinking alcohol.

He spoke the first sentence, not to Chen Pingan, the preacher of the old man, but to ask the Yin God. "Lao Zhao, can you open the skylight now and say something? What is the old man's confession? In a few days, I will go to the Guihua Island Ferry to leave the area. If you are a guardian, can you give me a sentence?"

The Yin Shen shook his head and said: "The God King only swears at me. If you break the border, you will enjoy it well. If it fails, you will throw the sea and feed the fish."

Zheng Dafeng rubbed his hands with his hands on his cheeks. "My mother-in-law is still confused."

Zheng Dafeng put the old cigarette rod in his arms, opened the jar of wine, and bowed his head to the jar. For example, the dragon water, the wine condensed into a line, and he ran to Zheng Dafeng's mouth. Zheng Dafeng wiped his mouth. Looking up at the sea of ​​clouds, "Old Zhao, do you say that the old man has guessed the scene I saw in this situation? Did you expect that I would almost be mad at me, then hit Tianmen? Have you thought of me? I saw the sight near the gate, almost..."

Zheng Dafeng lamented, then bowed his head and drank his mouth. He suddenly smiled. "I can't say the old man's words. It started with two layers of meaning. "There is no hope for the ninth world." Haha, the old man is really naughty..."

The yin **** pulled the corner of his mouth.

I feel that Zheng Dafeng really does not know how to live and die.

Zheng Dafeng seems to be stunned by the neck, looking around, very guilty, quickly got up, came to the center of the yard, facing the north, said to himself: "Old man, don't be surprised, disciple Zheng Dafeng successfully succeeded, but could not When I talk to you about this happy event, my heart is very good. The old man is wise and arrogant. The measure is big, and he is angry. The disciple has only three scent of three scent, and he has a heartfelt wish!"

Zheng Dafeng really holds the incense-like shape and bows to the distant Datun.

Chen Pingan is very puzzled, how Yang Laotou will teach Li Er and Zheng Dafeng such a different apprentice.

However, when I think of Li Baobo, Li Yulin, and a few of them, they are also very different in character, a difference of 100,000 miles, so Chen Pingan is not strange.

However, Zheng Dafeng had an odd movement before the fragrance, and Chen Pingan saw it clearly. Zheng Dafeng raised an arm and reached out to the top of his head, as if there were three musks in his possession and brought him back.

Zheng Dafeng finished this thing of the gods and shouted back to the bench with a lazy expression. It seemed that he really made up his mind to start enjoying the holiday. He stared at Chen Pingan and Chen Pingan looked at him.

One seems to be a rogue who owes a debt but lives and does not want to pay back.

One is like saying that you dare not pay back, I can't fight you, you are also annoying you.

The Yinshen looked at the two, and suddenly found that he did not understand the world today.

A voice broke the deadlock, some people picked up the curtain, but did not immediately enter the yard, he lifted the bamboo curtain high in one hand, holding a pot of the best osmanthus brewing in the old dragon city in one hand, just the delicate jug A handsome young boy selling a snowflake money and a red-toothed white saw an outsider in the yard. He was hesitant at the moment and stood in the same place and whispered: "Mr. Zheng... can I come in?"

After the teenager walked into the dust pharmacy, the yin **** had already dispersed.

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at it. He was a peer of the same age. He could see that he was a pure Wufu. He should still be in the three realms. He observed the breathing between the youngsters and the slightest vibration of the muscles and muscles. And the **** spirit of the diarrhea, the martial art of the old Dragon City boy played well, but there were many cockroaches. Many of them were purely infuriating in the body, and they seemed to be not wide enough and not enough. smooth……

Chen Pingan was suddenly surprised.

He found himself in the realm of martial arts overlooking others.

Until this moment, Chen Ping-an realized that he really became the fourth place in the martial arts.

Zheng Dafeng did not care about Chen Ping's journey, and smiled at the young boy: “I don't know your grandfather, but I'm not saying you, Dao Lili is a pot of osmanthus brewed by Fan's home? Is it too sloppy? I am a vague person, and I am very particular about small things. After you leave the wine, you can go back to Fanjia and ask your grandfather to mention that you can be too stingy."

The young man is dumb, helpless: "Mr. Zheng, I heard the grandfather said this, sneak out to send wine, not the meaning of my parents, or Mr. wait for me to inherit the osmanthus island, and then prepare a big gift? This pot of wine was stolen from home. Don't tell my grandfather, I will go to the house to ask for a gift...”

After the teenager put down the wine, he ran away.

Zheng Dafeng did not stop the fan of the wind and fire, and squinted at Chen Ping, who was so sullen and dead, and thought that he was also a young man, a fan of the family, a sincere person, a generous, good-talking, one-of-kind Advantages, then look at your Chen Ping, the old account of the five texts, you can remember for so long, the length is not white, the old-fashioned rot, a stinky problem!

From the words of the juvenile, it is enough for Chen Ping to know a lot of insider.

The young boy was born in the old Longcheng Fan family who followed the family and bet the big man. Now he is in Zheng Dafeng and will have the Guihua Island Ferry in the future.

Coupled with the disclosure of the previous Yin God, Zheng Dafeng wants to do business with the city owner.

Chen Pingan's heart was slightly relieved. Regardless of the bends and intestines of these big men, it's not a big problem for them to choose Fanjiadu to go down the mountain.

In the future, the old dragon city is a **** fight, or a group of magical dance, is something they need to consider, Chen Pingan only needs to wait patiently in the drugstore for a few days, then board the osmanthus island, reach the overhanging mountain, go to the Jianqi Great Wall, find Ning girl, send the sword behind...

Zheng Dafeng reached out and smiled. "Fan Xiaozi, come back, are you really going to help me with a cheeky face to ask for a gift?"

In fact, when the teenager came home to say something, Zheng Dafeng didn't care at all. He really felt that he was a little bored with Chen Ping's hospital. It's better to grab a pistachio and come back to relieve the boring, save the eye with Chen Ping's eyes, the key is that he is a nine It is not easy to scatter the wilderness, and even there is a little sway in the depths of the heart.

The young collar who was about to run out of the alley was suddenly pulled by people. He slammed back and scared him a big jump. He thought he had met an assassin, and then heard Mr. Zheng's voice as a resounding voice. A smile, waving to the Jin Danjing family to offer no need to be nervous, the young man turned and ran back to the dust shop, shouted a few sisters to a few slightly familiar women, and opened the curtain back to the yard, behind him was a burst of joy Snoring in Yan language.

The teenager loves this atmosphere.

The fairy children in Fan's door are of course more beautiful and more sultry, but the youngsters knew very early that the smiles they showed after seeing themselves were different from the sisters here.

One is against the future home of the Fan family, and the other is against a teenager who does not know which corner to come out.

The teenager does not dislike the former, but likes the latter.

Chen Pingan moved the stool to the teenager. The teenager hurriedly took it and smiled and said: "Thank you."

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

Then the young man took a stool and looked at Zheng Dafeng. "Sir, where should I sit?"

Zheng Dafeng waved his hand and joked: "Go to the bamboo curtain at the door and help the wind."

"okay."

The teenager is happy to run to sit in the doorway, or the kind of sitting in the end, the waist is stretched straight, the nose and nose are on the heart, and the hands are honestly placed on the knees, although the teenager tries to make himself look dignified and solemn, but a pair I can't help but smile. Clearly like a slap in the stream, happy, there will be sound, not happy, but not the kind of deep water, no words are too late.

Suddenly, Chen Pingan, some envious of this boy.

At the door of the teenager, there is something he always wanted but could not ask for.

Wen Sheng Lao Xiu was drunk when he was drunk, and he was carrying him. He patted his shoulder and said that the young man's shoulders should pick up the grass and fly and Yang Yiyi, don't think about what hate hatred and moral articles.

That boy at the door is like this.

Chen Pingan can't do it.

Zheng Dafeng seems to have noticed the strange emotions of Chen Pingan. Although he may not know the exact idea, the man thought about it and smiled and threw the pot of sweet-scented osmanthus to Fan Jiazi.

The teenager smiled brilliantly: "Mr. Zheng, I can only take a sip."

Chen Pingan raised his sword and raised his sword. He also laughed and said, "Drink together."

The boy snorted and nodded hard. "Then I drink a lot more! Oh, yes, my name is Fan II, not a small name, it is called Fan II, because I have a sister in front, called Fan Junmao. I am so Fan II... Well, in fact, there is no sister, my mother gave me such a name, it makes me sad. What about you? Can you say that?"

The teenager drank a swig of wine, his face flushed and coughing again and again. It seems that because of this name, it is a bit sad.

Chen Pingan drank the wine and smiled and said: "My name is Chen Pingan, and peace is safe."

Chapter end