C70

The mist was dim, and the sun was rising. The market was very noisy.

In the desolate town, the early morning market was one of the few places where people gathered.

Just as she was about to pick a few fishes and prawns, Lu Ming's pupils suddenly contracted. In the water tank, many loaches were coiling around each other. A white loach stands out among his companions, black or grey.

But what surprised Lu Ming was that in his spiritual sense, the loach did not have any life force, but rather a flexible Immortal sword!

Lu Ming thought that he had seen wrongly, and used his consciousness to observe carefully, the loach was really a deity sword! Perhaps because he had felt Lu Ming's consciousness, the Immortal Sword's tip turned towards Lu Ming and gently twisted.

When he looked at it with his naked eye, he saw the Loach was looking at him with its head and spitting out a bubble or two.

Lu Ming was startled, because the spirit energy in the mortal world was thinner than in Yangzhou. He thought that there were very few cultivators in the mortal world, but he did not expect to encounter such a bizarre immortal sword in this place.

Lu Ming reached out his hand and grabbed it out, but the Loach actually did not resist at all. From time to time, it intimately rubbed its head against Lu Ming's palm. Lu Ming looked up at the fish market owner in confusion, only to realize that he was just an ordinary person.

Lu Ming asked, "Boss, how much are you selling these mudfish for?"

The boss was filling up Lu Mai with fish, he casually glanced at it and said, "It's not worth much, it's just an albino disease. I've seen it too many times, I'll give it to you."

Lu Ming quickly thanked him and casually put the mudfish into the basket. The Loach didn't feel the slightest bit of discomfort and continued squirming non-stop. Looking at the busy boss, Lu Ming's hand moved, and a jade pendant with an array drawn on it fell into his pocket. It didn't have much of an effect, but it still didn't have any problems keeping the boss healthy.

After running for half a market, Lu Mai finally finished buying all the dishes, and headed home with a smile on her face.

At this time, Fatty Bai was sitting in front of Lu Jiefang with a head full of sweat, carefully wiping away his sweat from time to time.

Lu Ming had already instructed him before he came here, that he absolutely could not speak of the matters of the cultivation world. But in front of Lu Jiefang, who had messed around in the office for half his life, his little bit of cultivation experience was not enough. With just a few casual words from Lu Jiefang, Fatty Bai had completely sold him out.

Father Lu shook his ashes and said smilingly: "Tell me, what Cang Ling Academy did Lu Ming run to these past few months? Eh, he went to a martial cultivation school to train in immortal arts?"

Fatty Bai nodded his head in embarrassment as the fat on his face trembled.

"You said that because of his outstanding performance, he will soon go to another place to learn even more profound immortal arts?"

Fatty Bai nodded his head in embarrassment, his expression a little stiff. He was currently extremely confused in his heart, as he did not understand how he could have been tricked by Lu Jiefang into saying such things.

Lu Ming, oh Lu Ming, if you don't come back, I really will sell you all.

Just as Fatty Bai was looking forward to it, Lu Ming and Yue Yang finally appeared at the door with their baskets in hand.

"Auntie, let me help you carry the dishes."

Fatty Bai sprung up from the sofa as if he had been stung by a wasp, and ran in front of the two of them.

Seeing the Fatty Bai carrying a vegetable basket and accompanying him into the kitchen, Lu Jiefang gestured for Lu Ming to follow him.

Lu Ming walked into the house in a daze, and slammed the door. Just when he did not know what was going on, Lu Jiefang's leg directly kicked onto his leg:

"Kneel!"

Lu Ming was afraid that he would hurt Father Lu so he quickly withdrew his protective spirit energy and knelt on the ground.

"Pa, pa, pa."

Lu Jiefang casually grabbed a leather belt and directly whipped it towards Lu Ming's back. As he spoke, he scolded:

"I told you not to learn well, what can't you learn? You actually learned to sell. Are you trying to make your father die of anger? "

Seeing Lu Ming lowering his head without making a sound, and not rebutting the "strange clothing" on his body that was so tattered, Lu Jiefang was even more angry in his heart. He did not retract his strength that he had only retracted, and continued to pull Lu Ming with all his might.

"So, no matter how much of a bastard you are, there's still a limit. But now, he had become a small boss when it came to marketing. He even built a school and studied immortal arts? Look at me! I won't beat you to death today! I have to wake you up! "

Lu Ming lowered his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry in his heart.

He definitely did not escape, it was definitely the unreliable Fatty Bai that leaked the news. But Lu Ming, who had received countless of punches, knew that if he were to retort now, he would definitely be slapped even harder by Lu Jiefang.

With that sentence, Lu Jiefang's anger was instantly ignited. The pain in his heart disappeared, and he roared: "I made you eat, I made you eat! I'll beat you to death even before I eat. "

Lu Ming instantly collapsed. His original intention was to eat first before explaining anything at the table. Who would have thought that Lu Jiefang would take it as Lu Ming ridiculing him before he even finished speaking, and even poured all his strength into it.

Even after Lu Mai finished preparing the food, there were still crackling sounds coming from inside the house. Lu Mai shot a glance at her with a pained heart, and said to Fatty Bai: "Little Fatty, go and advise your Uncle Lu. If this continues, we'll definitely break him. "

Fatty Bai fearfully pushed open the door and called out softly. His Divine Sense cultivation was not bad either, so he naturally 'saw' Lu Ming's miserable state from beginning to end. Facing Lu Jiefang, he felt that even his father, who was at the seventh stage of his strength, did not have an imposing manner.

On the table, the Lu Mai looked at Lu Ming who was wearing a tattered set of clothes, and denounced him: "Look at how you beat up this child, is there anyone that's a father like you?"

Lu Jiefang took a bite of the dish and snorted: "If he still dares to do that, I'll definitely beat him to death."

Fatty Bai could not help but chuckle as he looked at Lu Ming. Lu Ming glared at him fiercely. If it wasn't for Fatty Bai being so talkative, would he be in such a miserable state right now?

Looking at the still furious Lu Jiefang, Lu Ming couldn't help but hold up his clothes, and said: "Dad, I really didn't lie to you two. Look at my body, are there no wounds at all? "

On Lu Ming's body, skin that was still as white as jade despite the fact that his clothes had almost turned into strips. Not to mention wounds, there wasn't even a trace of blood.

Lu Jiefang spread open his own palm, and muttered: "Could it be that this daddy is really old, and can't even hit my son anymore?"

Outside the Lu family's mansion, the old Daoist who was just outside the town a moment ago was already standing at the entrance. The Daoist priest looked up at the dense, violet clouds in the sky, then knocked on the door.

"As expected of the Star Lord, let this old Daoist see just who you are!"