Shangguan Ren and Wuchen fought in the downtown area, spreading all over the Physical and Chemical City like the wind. That day, various white, black or gray pigeons rose into the sky from time to time and flew to all directions. It was people from various sects who were conveying this news.

The social order of the physical and chemical city has improved a lot, both the black and white paths have become much more orderly. The first thing that everyone said when they met was: Be low-key, be low-key, that ancestor has appeared.

Although Shangguan Ren said he had gone to the south, who knew if he would be able to shoot him back? If this old man saw his behavior, wouldn't he just go to the King of Hell for the New Year first? Being low-key is so suffocating, but at least he won't be suffocating to death.

So so many warriors in the City of Physical and Chemistry suddenly became as reserved as the sisters who had been entangled with three inches of golden lotus, becoming elegant, walking, cautiously; speaking, humble; eating, gentle and elegant... There are even many people who simply stayed in bed and comforted themselves. Is there anything happier than sleeping in the morning in winter?

The social order of the Physical and Chemical City has improved unprecedentedly, and the zero record of crime rate has made the leader of the yamen runner happy. He couldn't help but mutter: Grandpa Shangguan, you come every day, so I feel more comfortable than a civil servant.

He happily sipped with rice wine and basked happily in the sun. A close friend next to him who was basking in the sun said, "Come every day? How many times have you died? Do you think he will like you?"

Wang Laowu stopped the wine glass and thought about it. He had a lot of things to do with fish and people. So he looked at the best friend and said: What brothers said makes sense. Wang Laowu quickly closed his eyes and recited the Buddha's name: "Grandpa Shangguan, the weather in the south is good and the resources are abundant. You should live there, don't come..."

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Du Mansion.

Du Bufuku, who was sitting in the lobby, had a calm face. He also heard Shangguan Ren's big fuss about the City of Li and Chemistry. He had once been through the sea of ​​swords and fire, now he just wanted to enjoy it safely. But the old master was so aggressive, wouldn't it be...

The once strong and tall body is now withered like a curved pine tree, curled up in the chair of the Grand Master, looking particularly thin. Du Budao's eyes flashed, what should he do? Report and expose? Kill people to silence - kill the young man who stayed in the mansion?

Thinking of Shangguan Ren's bloody methods in the past, Du Bu couldn't help but shook his head and wanted to get rid of the ridiculous thought in his mind. Not to mention Shangguan Ren's kindness to him, more importantly, he dared not.

Then, the young man in the mansion should be offered as his ancestor.

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The door of the secluded backyard opened with a creaking sound, and a slim figure jumped out and walked out briskly. Her face was red, and it was the maid Xiaohong. At this moment, the timid god that always hangs on her face disappeared, and her pretty face was full of sweet and satisfying smile. She hugged a lot of things and went to Hanchi to clean it.

At this time, all the maids in the Du Mansion who had the task of washing things were even more close to Hong than to see their biological mother. Even some maids who believed they were born in cities and looked down on Xiaohong from remote mountain villages in the past, they immediately smiled with a ginger smile when they saw Xiaohong. Because of their cleaning tasks, Xiaohong gave them all.

They no longer have to walk into the cold northern courtyard, nor have they soaked their delicate tenderness in the bone-breathing water. How could they be unhappy? A few illegitimate girls held their arms and looked at the sunshine, and even thought: their arms are like jade carvings this winter, and they will hug the handsome guy to sleep next year.

Xiaohong did all this happily, not feeling that others owe her anything. Because the traditional idea of ​​helping others was deeply imprinted in her mind, she felt that it was a very happy and satisfying thing for her to help her sisters. Just like the chun rain nourishing the grass, does chun rain need the thanks of the grass?

Then He Qihuan appeared in front of the door, and there were some sweat on his forehead. He smiled and looked at Xiaohong's figure flying like a butterfly. Although it was early winter now, he felt a kind of gentleness of the sky.

These two days, early in the morning every day, He Qihuan pulled Xiaohong to practice together. Xiaohong's cultivation was not as fierce as the first day. He was constantly developing to the peak of a first-level warrior, and he was about to advance to a second-level warrior. He Qihuan also thought it was normal. If he could advance to a day of every day, it was not a genius, it was a demon! What else would the warriors in the world practice? They would be ashamed and committed suicide in annoyance?

During the practice, He Qihuan also discovered some of his own situations. Although he can drive the two old ones alone, there must not be too much true qi that can be truly mobilized. Once more sleeping two old qi will be swelling again, entangled, making him unable to feel pain, and the time for driving the true qi cannot be long. For a little longer, the other kind of true qi will wake up again. Once the two real qi wake up, He Qihuan will be finished again. He Qihuan looked inside his body, and couldn't help but laugh and cry, complaining: These two old seniors seem to have their consciousness, and they will have to make noise when they meet, but they still fight in my body. It's really a fire in the city gate that hurts the fish of ponds. What did the two old people think, but they just input such true qi into my body!

Now that things have come to this point, complaining is useless, He Qihuan has to let it go. In the words of the two old people, just digest it slowly, although I don’t know that I will digest it until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

Besides, He Qihuan was still a little satisfied. Because he kindly helped Xiaohong, he actually figured out that he could only use one true qi method and restored some martial arts skills, at least from a level 0 warrior to a third-level warrior. Now, the true qi of the two olds is like two ferocious beasts. He Qihuan sleeps in the middle. If both ferocious beasts awaken, He Qihuan must tear them apart. But now He Qihuan's method is not to wake them up. I gently picked up the tiger's tail and waved it a few times. I quietly raised the lion's claws to grab you twice... And He Qihuan found that using this method combined with the first yang energy he practiced in the morning, melted the two old's true qi, and the speed increased a lot.

Hehe, so He Qihuan is also very happy.

On the one hand, he was happy for Xiaohong. When he saw her, because of his help, he got rid of fear and was filled with happiness. He spread this happiness to her sisters, giving roses to her hands and leaving fragrance. After all, people's hearts are kind. He even thought that Mr. Wuchen was right and very reasonable. He should treat the world with "goodness" and spread it to everyone with "love".

On the other hand, he was also happy because he had hope. In this world, hope is always a happy thing. All this - what Senior Wuchen said is good deeds, and He Qihuan summarized with a smile. But then his heart sank again. Wasn't this terrible situation caused by his kindness to save people at the beginning?

God, is there any good reward for kindness? Thinking of this, He Qihuan's heart couldn't help but sink.

My heart sank not only felt so happy, but also - our young master Du Tianxiong.

He was afraid of the cold, and after being "freezed" by the red one, he was even more afraid of the cold, so he had to wear it like a big ball every day. In the past two days, Du Tianxiong hid quietly nearby when he had time, secretly looking here. Every time he saw Xiaohong smiling like a flower, and as happy as a rabbit, when he jumped in and out of the courtyard, his heart was as if he was very angry. He kept cursing: This yin* swaying hooves, when he saw the old man frowned, pouted, and had a bitter face, as if I owe her three hundred taels of silver. Why did he smile angrily when he saw this white face? I gave you food and accommodation, but you gave me a face, but when he saw outsiders, he smiled charmingly. Oh my God, is there any good reward for kindness?

"Everyone's comment," Du Tianxiong wanted to call everyone in the world to hear his grievances. "It's obviously her family owed me 300 taels of silver, not me owed her 300 taels of silver; it's obviously my face whiter than that big wolf!" Du Tianxiong touched his face and looked at the face of Yu Qihuan in the distance, with a confused look on his face and annoyed, "Why did this little hoof that swung my face look bitter and smile endlessly when he saw that ghost? Is there something wrong with his eyes? Or is there something wrong with his brain? God is unfair!"
Chapter completed!