C17

At this time, the young master of the Old Dragon City, He Nanhua, was sitting opposite to the youth surnamed Song. Both of his hands were carefully holding the small pot of Mountain Demon, and he was carefully examining the engravings on the pot, as if he was admiring the beautiful and graceful body of a beautiful woman. There were always some people or things that would make people fall in love at first sight and give birth to joy in their hearts. To the picky Wu Nanhua, this heart-nourishing pot was exactly this kind of pot. Although there was only a sliver of a difference between picking a loophole and hitting the eye, Nanhua firmly believed that he was the former this time, and the loopholes he picked up were not small. His Old Dragon City was one of the top sects in the southern part of the Eastern Treasures Continent. Therefore, Nanhua was a disciple of a deity who had seen too much wealth. This was also the reason why Cai Jinjian was weak at first.

Song Jianfeng yawned, shrank back into his chair, and changed into a more comfortable position. He lazily asked, "Brother Qing, since the authenticity of the item has already been confirmed, shouldn't we discuss the price now?"

I have never been called a brother by anyone before, so I suppressed the slight discomfort in my heart, reluctantly put down the bottle, and said with a smile: "Brother Song definitely knows how sincere I am, otherwise I would definitely not be so frank, to reveal the true value of this pot the moment we meet, and even more so not so slow that I would directly reveal my desire for this pot, so as to prevent both parties from asking for a sky-high price to return the money, wasting my time, and hurting my brotherly love. Brother Song, I, Xu Nanhua, have already regarded you as a confidant on the path of cultivation in the future. Right now, you can do business without worry, and whether you can rely on each other in the future, or even entrust your life and death to you, will depend on our first step today.

The youth suddenly turned his face over and slapped the table, "Someone with the surname Fu, f * ck off!" Do you think this young master is an easy to fool three year old child?! Before you enter the small town, you will have three bags of copper coins. After that, you will have to give out one bag for every treasure you get, regardless of its size. A bag full of copper coins, at most 30, at least 20, but do you have 12 in your dry bag?! You don't even know this little bit of honesty when doing business. How dare you change opportunities in the hands of this young master? "

There was Nanhua, finger strength, slow and fast, tapping the table again and again.

His face was flushed red and his eyes were bloodshot. The youth quickly stretched out a hand to hold his heart down. His heart was pounding like it was about to break through his chest.

Nanhua gradually slowed down the tapping of his fingers, and his face turned better. He smiled and asked, "Since we haven't agreed on a deal for the first time, then I'll make another offer. 24 Golden Essence Extract will be enough to raise the money. Do you want to sell this Mountain Demon Urn?"

Seeing that the other party was about to make a move, the youth was about to say something to ease the situation. The young city lord of Old Dragon City, who was used to being praised by the crowd, had once again sped up his beating speed, like a sudden summer shower.

Song Jianfeng pressed both hands against his chest. His handsome face was long distorted, and a trace of a vicious smile could be seen on his face.

Nanhua almost could not resist the urge to beat this wolf cub to death, but at the last moment, the temptation of ascending to the heavens and proving his longevity was still overwhelming. He stopped his finger and let the boy go.

Song Jufeng gasped for breath, his eyes were burning, and he laughed hoarsely.

He didn't seem to have any hatred in his eyes, but he didn't think that this was anything to be afraid of. On the way to cultivation, he always seemed to be full of weird things, so he asked in confusion, "What are you laughing at?"

He leaned back in his chair and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His eyes sparkled as he said, "I just think that I will be able to have your ability in the near future. I am very happy to kill with just a flick of my finger."

Nanhua laughed it off, as expected of the same person who allowed him to appreciate each other.

This kind of person was best to deal with. As long as your position was better than his, you might also be the most difficult to deal with.

However, the young master of the Old Dragon City didn't think that after successfully capturing this opportunity, he would be inferior to a young man who hadn't been taken out of the town until he was nine years old.

After raising his head, he said, "Wu Nanhua, I have two conditions. As long as you agree, in addition to selling you a Mountain Demon Pot, I will also take out an old item that I do not want to lose to."

Nanhua suppressed the joy in his heart and calmly said, "Tell me about it."

"First, I want you to give me three bags of Gold Essence Coins, not two bags!"

Without any hesitation, Nanhua said: "Sure!"

Songgong stared into the other party's eyes.

Nanhua laughed: "Believe it or not. At the same time, before I leave today, you must take out the thing worth two bags of Golden Essence Extract and let me personally take a look. "

Song Jiancai also nodded his head and said, "Of course!"

Nanhua asked: "Then the second condition?"

"Help me kill a man," said Song Jiancai slowly.

Nanhua shook his head and said, "Since you know how much copper coins there are in a bag, you should know that we foreigners are not allowed to kill people here. Otherwise, we would be immediately expelled from the town, and even a portion of our body would be cut off.

The corners of Song Jianfeng's mouth curled up, "Don't be in such a hurry to refuse. You can just wait and see. How about it?"

Nanhua laughed and asked, "I'm curious, who do you want to kill?"

"I was also thinking about it."

Nanhua picked up the small pot again, feeling the fine texture of the pot, and said casually: "Then I'll wait and see."

On the other side of the table, the youth subconsciously rubbed his neck, his expression extremely unsightly.

— —

After Cai Jinjian entered the house, it was as if he had been struck by lightning. He stood there motionlessly, looking at the old man sitting on the bench, and asked with a trembling voice, "Senior, are you the Master Jianjiang who was cultivating in the middle of the lake?"

The old man asked, "How do you recognize this old man?"

Cai Jinjian said respectfully, "Junior's Clouds Mountain's Cai Jinjian followed my father over ten years ago to head to the Shujian Lake to watch the wondrous scene of Old Turtle's body carrying a stone as water. He was fortunate to see Senior's graceful bearing from afar, and his memories are still fresh and unforgettable."

The old man nodded: "I know."

Cai Jinjian's heart felt slightly heavy. "True Lord, I was just thinking..."

"Master Liushu", who was addressed as "Master Jiujiang", glanced at her and said calmly, "For Patriarch Songxia's sake, this old man shall not mind your uninvited visit. There will be no more examples. After you leave the courtyard, remember to close the door. "

Cai Jinjian was silent for a moment before nodding. "I will take my leave first."

She really left just like that. Moreover, she didn't forget to obediently close the door. Her movements were light and without a single drop of water.

In the courtyard, the woman looked towards the gate and asked with concern, "Immortal Elder, she doesn't seem to be willing to let it go. Is there any trouble?"

The old man with the title "True Lord" scoffed, "If you enter this small town, you might get into trouble even if you fart out your breath. Don't tell me you don't need any good fortune for this?"

The woman was speechless.

The old man smiled. "Let me ask you, Gu Clan. If you have the choice, would you like to let Gu Xiang go to Clouds Mountain to cultivate, or would you like to follow me to Lake of Books?"

"Don't be in such a hurry to answer."

However, if you think that the Clouds Mountain is not worth mentioning, then you are mistaken. The Cloud Root Stone produced by the Clouds Mountain is a true treasure of heaven and earth, not to mention the entire Eastern Treasured Bottle Continent, even in the entire world, it is the only one with such a high status. Therefore, everyone is willing to respect the Clouds Mountain, especially the Daoist Sect of the Dao Sect, the Danding Sect. As for this old man, I am just one of the cultivators at the Lake of Books. I only occupy one island in the center of the lake, and I can count on one hand the number of disciples I have.

"The difference between me and that woman from Clouds Mountain is the difference between her and the Immortal Master. How can I let Gu Jue not live in the Heavenly Passage and follow that woman into the fields to dig and eat?"

The old man laughed heartily, and suddenly remembered something, saying with a deep voice: "What about that youth's background? "Gu family, go into details, just in case."

His mother and I have a very good relationship, her looks are ordinary, and her character is really good. It seems that I have never seen her blushing with anyone before, and her man's looks are not on the stage at all, so he really isn't worthy of her, but his porcelain cooking skills are not bad. If he didn't die early, he could have stayed in that big dragon furnace for twenty years. As for how he died, some said that it was on that stormy night, fearing that the fire would be broken, and they hurried on their way, falling into a creek. Others said that they were going to chop firewood and burn coal, coveting small gains, charging into the top of a mountain that was sealed by the imperial government and being carried into the depths of the mountains by the wild beasts. That man, he's got a temper that's as bad as a fart, but he treats his own child well. Every time he returns to town, he carries with him some small gifts: a small drum, a sugar Bodhisattva, and old pieces of porcelain.

After Chen Ping's father died, his mother probably had a heart attack, and her spirit quickly ran out. Her originally weak body collapsed just like that, and in less than a year, she fell ill, to the point that her old neighbors were all flustered when they saw her. At that time, it was Chen Ping who took care of her, such a young child, buying medicine to boil medicine, cooking and cooking, everything was done, the child was too short at the time, and he had to stand on a bench while cooking, and in order to save money to buy medicine for her mother, there were some easily found medicinal herbs that were searched all over the mountain, and if there were too many, they would be sold to a medicine store.

"It seems like he ate the wrong herbs and was carrying his basket back to Mud Bottle Lane when the child suddenly fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth and rolling around. It scared us so much that we thought the family of three was gone. At that time, my mother-in-law was still alive, so she said that it would be great if the whole family left, lest anyone suffer and leave, leaving them to reunite with their families in the underworld. Afterwards, the child did not know how, he himself recovered, endured the disease, but the child's mother was still unable to survive that winter. Oh right, immortal master, that child Chen Ping was born on the fifth day of the fifth month. All the neighbors of the older generation in our alleyway said that this was the most unlucky day of the year.

Therefore, after the boy's parents left, his family was no longer able to find a single copper coin. In fact, almost all of the gifts that his father had given him had gone to other places in the town to exchange for food from his peers ….

At this point, the old man finally spoke, "May 5th? Interesting, allow me to calculate. "

His five fingers performed an incantation gesture, and his sleeves seemed to contain the universe.

Seeing the woman in a daze, the old man smiled and said, "Continue speaking."

The woman said, "For so many years, we might not dare to bring Chen Ping to our home, but from time to time, we can help him by sending a few bowls of food. Everyone's heart was made of flesh. To be honest, if it wasn't for that child's birthday, it would really make people feel scared. Otherwise, there was no one who wouldn't feel sorry for this sensible child. Of course, there were also those in the neighborhood who were unkind. Some people who couldn't stand being treated well by others liked to oppress that child, causing him to end up as a kiln worker's apprentice. Before his mother died, the child had to promise her that in the future, even if she became a beggar, she wouldn't be allowed to live in a dragon kiln. For a child to be so filial and obedient, for him to break his oath, it must be something extraordinary. "

The old man asked, "Do you know the names of the young man's parents and the word 'birthdate'?"

The woman only said that she knew the name, but no one else knew the name. The old man said it was fine, after a while, he sneered: "Small tricks, tricks of the devil!"

The woman was confused.

The old man explained, "The man died a violent death and most likely found out about the town's secret by chance, but unfortunately, his luck was far worse than your family's, and the ancestors' shadow was even worse than yours. In the end, the man, for the sake of his son's safety, secretly broke that porcelain bottle, and in doing so, naturally caused a certain sect outside the town to fail, and this was a huge investment, a little kiln worker could not afford it, so he had no choice but to pay with his life.

The woman's face was gloomy.

The old man saw through the woman's thoughts and asked with a smile: "What, are you regretting your decision now?"

The woman smiled sadly, "I do feel guilty. In the end, I have watched the child grow up. I will definitely have it, but if you want to talk about going back on your words, there is absolutely no such thing!"

The old man nodded: "Yes."

The woman said to herself, "If it were Chen Ping's mother, and in my current position, I believe she would do the same."

The woman said loudly, without any reason, "She definitely will!"

The old man didn't get angry at her rudeness, he only sighed and said, "I pity the heavens and the earth for my parents."

— —

The youngster sat on the doorstep. "Miss Ning, can I ask you something?"

The girl in black sat cross-legged with her back against the wall, her narrow green scabbard placed horizontally in front of her knees. But when it comes to secrets and privacy, I won't answer. "

Chen Ping asked, "How long do you usually stay here?"

The girl frowned. "Not necessarily. Some people have good luck. Perhaps, some people have bad luck and will be here for the rest of their lives. If you really want me to give you an answer, that's fine, but it might not be accurate. You can decide for yourself, for example, our group, a group of eight people, with two groups of big dog families and a lot of money, they don't look like they can come and go, they should be staying in the town for a few days anyway. The young master with a high crown and a jade pendant, he'll probably be relatively successful in handling that well.

Chen Ping asked, "What about the other person?"

"Who?"

"The tall, young woman."

"You like her?"

At the door, Chen Ping laughed and did not take it seriously at all.

The black-clothed girl probably felt that she had made a funny joke and her expression became heavy, "I actually heard you and Daoist Master Lu chat. You and her have a grudge, so I wanted to... "Revenge?"

Chen Ping turned his back on the house and looked at the door, saying, "I want to know why she wants to kill me. This is clearly our first meeting."

After mulling for a long time, the young girl finally said, "She might not be the kind of person who would kill innocents. On the path of cultivation, there are wide and narrow paths, Yang pass, a bridge, and she is walking fast. She accidentally stepped on an ant and caught a few fish from a river when she was hungry. You understand what I mean? "

Chen Ping acknowledged and said, "I roughly understand."

The youth then somewhat gloomily returned his gaze to the gate.

Actually, he didn't understand it at all. He didn't understand why those people could be so indifferent towards the lives of others.

After a long time, Chen Ping turned his head and smiled, "If the girl doesn't mind, then we can just stay here. If there's anything you need, just say it. "

"What about you?"

"I know a person who will be staying over for the next two days. You don't have to worry, his name is Liu Xianyang, and he is mine …" Friend. "Good friend!"

The girl looked at the frail back on the doorstep and said with a smile, "Thank you!"

The youth grinned, scratched his head, and didn't say anything polite. He hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up the courage to turn around and say, "Miss Ning, if one day I don't come back, you will hand over my bag of gold coins to Liu Xianyang and tell him to take care of this house for me in the future. He won't need to clean it, and he will occasionally repair it and add new tiles to prevent it from leaking. If he could paste the door gods and the Spring Festival couplets on New Year's Eve, that would be the best! If you think this is too troublesome, it doesn't matter if you don't do it. "

When the young girl saw Chen Ping talking about the Gate of Heaven and the Spring Festival Gala, the young man's eyes flashed with a strange light.

Obviously, this was an orphan of clay bottle alley, hoping to have a door goddess on her house and the word 'spring' on her door during New Year's. She had been thinking about it for many years.

He thought about how many years his parents had died.

As a result, when the carefree and carefree youth lightly breathed out a mouthful of impure air, he slapped his knee and slowly stood up.

The flying sword that had been placed on the table in the room suddenly began to hiss.