Song Jixin said something incomprehensible, "Then you are too sloppy in doing things, and it is not smooth at all. I have heard about the world outside, with gods, demons, and monsters, but as long as you are a practitioner, there are

To resolve grievances, shouldn’t we eliminate the roots and eliminate future troubles forever?”

The eldest son of the Fu family, after all, is a descendant of the Xian family who grew up in Old Longcheng. He is used to seeing big winds and waves. After hearing these words, his face showed no emotion.

He smiled and asked: "Is there any grudge between you two?"

The young man opened his eyes wide and pretended to be surprised: "What are you talking about?"

It seemed that he found that the man in front of him didn't believe it at all, so Song Jixin restrained the exaggerated and artificial look on his face, took the lead in taking a seat on the chair in the lobby, stretched out his hand to motion for Fu Nanhua to sit down, and then said seriously: "My neighbor and I lost our parents when we were very young.

Chen Ping'an, after being neighbors for so many years, he has never had a quarrel, believe it or not."

Fu Nanhua immediately understood the young man's hidden meaning.

The boy next door is helpless, nothing more than a duckweed with no roots.

If he dies, he dies, and no one will pursue the matter.

The young master of Old Dragon City couldn't laugh or cry, and suddenly realized that the disturbance in this alley was a bit ridiculous.

It can be said that the poor young man next door deliberately concealed the addresses of Song Jixin's master and servant, which led to an unexpected disaster, for which he would suffer and die.

Just now, this young man from the Song family, who seemed to come from a family of bells and whistles, wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone, causing them to die.

One cut is not enough, another cut is needed.

Fu Nanhua couldn't help but sigh with emotion. No wonder "The Corpse" said: Although the sons of tigers and leopards have not been written down, they already have the spirit of eating cattle.

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In the yard of Gu Can's house, the child has been locked in the inner room by his mother. The woman and the old man who calls himself "True King" are sitting opposite each other.

The old man put away the lines on his palms, criss-crossing his palms, and said with a smile: "The overall situation has been decided."

The woman asked doubtfully: "I dare to ask the immortal master what he did just now to make Chen Ping'an..."

When she said this, she noticed that the old man's eyes suddenly became sharp, and she was so frightened that she quickly shut up.

The old man looked towards the courtyard gate, gently flicked his sleeves, and brought up a breeze, whirling around the small courtyard, unable to leave. The old man then said: "The more a person of my status sets foot in this place, the more deeply he will fall into the mud."

The helpless situation of the Bodhisattva crossing the river, although it cannot be said that he is unable to save himself at the moment, but the longer it goes, the more... well, as the young man from Song Jixin said, it is called dragging one's feet, and it can only lead to the end of being full of karma.

Fortunately, that person is angry with God. Even if he has taken a big step back, he is still in danger of death and cannot escape the disaster. It is a pity that the situation that was expected to enjoy the incense of eternity has taken a turn for the worse and is terrible... Take advantage of this.

Only if I have the opportunity, can I make some plans for your son to see if I can not only end the young man's life, but also cut off the influence of some saints and immortal masters in the future, so as to avoid the worries of settling accounts in the future, so that my new disciple can

On the road to immortality in the future, with the power of wind and thunder, I will eventually turn into a dragon..."

The woman sat aside and listened intermittently, sweating profusely.

The old man smiled and asked, "Isn't it strange? Why do outsiders, who are clearly just enjoying the sunshine and drinking dew and ignoring worldly affairs, devote themselves to cultivating Taoism and practice it over and over again, but they seem to have only cultivated such a violent spirit in the city? Compared to you

This ignorant village woman with shallow eye sockets is not much better?"

The woman quickly lowered her head and said in a trembling voice: "Don't you dare think like this!"

The old man laughed it off and waited quietly for the knock on the door from Cai Jinjian of Yunxia Mountain.

On the road of spiritual practice, the techniques are boundless and the magical power is endless. There are principles, big and small, and Tao, high and low.

Cai Jinjian treats you like ants, why don't you treat her and Fu Nan like ants?
Chapter completed!