Du Yu only felt that his scalp was numb, and he tried to use up the little courage he had left, but his courage was like a person's strength to climb a mountain. When he reached the "top of the mountain", it was almost gone, and he timidly said: "Senior,

With you like this, I'm a little... afraid of you."

Chen Ping'an held the jade bamboo folding fan presented by Cui Dongshan and twisted it with his fingers. The bamboo fan opened and closed slightly, and the crisp sound sounded again and again. He said with a smile: "You, Du Yu, have saved my life, what are you afraid of? What are you afraid of?"

Aren't you supposed to be thinking about how to reward your merits now? Why are you still worried about being settled by my queen? Your shabby affairs have already happened at the Shuixian Temple in Shaoxiqu, so I don't plan to argue with you anymore."

Chen Ping'an was wearing the golden robe that he had not worn for many years. The spring grass robe that he wore with a green shirt had been completely destroyed. No matter how much money you spent on the gods, it could not be restored to the original state, so he collected it.

Put them together with those worn-out straw sandals and empty wine bottles. In the previous battle, no matter how dangerous it was, it was so simple that he had no time to change into the golden wine on his body, and he couldn't do anything in the blink of an eye.

.So you can only rely on Roshan's physical strength to resist the tribulation of the sea of ​​clouds, which is probably equivalent to soaking in the small thunder pond of Jixiao Mountain for several days and nights?

Du Yu gritted his teeth and said with a mournful face: "Senior, are you going out this time to slaughter all the ungrateful people in the city?"

Chen Ping'an looked at Du Yu sideways, "Are you stupid, or am I crazy? Then why should I carry this calamity?"

Du Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "That's good. Senior, please don't get angry with those ignorant people. It's not worth it."

He was really afraid that one wave would come after another, and then he would not be the only one to suffer a violent death. It would definitely affect his parents and the entire Ghost Ax Palace.

Fan Weiran's old lady was so desperate that she took out her anger on him, but now it's hard to say, maybe even Ye Han from Huangyue City is eyeing him.

There are some things that I didn't think much about in the past, but now that I'm wandering around the gates of hell and jumping on the road to hell, I think about them again and again.

Especially staying in the ghost house these days, helping my seniors clean the courtyard of the house, carrying buckets and rags, and doing servant jobs that I haven't done since I was a mother, it feels like a lifetime ago.

Chen Ping'an pinned the folding fan to his waist, looked over the wall, and said: "Doing good or doing evil is all one's own business, so there is nothing to be disappointed about."

Du Yu nodded vigorously and said: "A gentleman shows kindness without seeking repayment, as is the style of his predecessors!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Just pull him down and stop saying such flattery in the future. You, Du Yu, are too low in moral standards. It's hard for the speaker and boring for the listener. I've tolerated you for a long time."

Du Yu smiled awkwardly.

Chen Pingan took off the sword gourd and placed it on the bamboo chair. He stepped on the sword fairy on the ground with his toes, and it bounced up slightly. He held it in his hand, "You stay here, I'll go out."

Du Yu naturally did not dare to question his senior's decision and asked cautiously: "When will senior return to the house?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It shouldn't take much time to go to the county governor's office a few steps away, and then to Cangjun Lake or Black Glaze Mountain."

Du Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Ping'an walked out of the haunted house.

Du Yu faced the vermilion wine pot, clasped his hands, bent down and prayed: "Thank you, uncle of the wine pot, take care of the little ones."

When the door of the haunted house opened, the banished immortal in white clothes really appeared.

The people in the city who were originally noisy and noisy, no matter men, women, old or young, many hundreds of people dispersed in a hurry. Most of the people in the crowd were those from wealthy families who thought they had suffered an unreasonable disaster and suffered heavy losses.

There are servants and servants who want money, as well as gangsters who come from all over the city to join in the fun, and there are also many young Ren Xia who want to see what a swordsman is.

Although everyone said that this foreign swordsman was a very good-tempered and extremely rich man, and he was seriously injured and had to stay in Suijia City to recuperate for a long time. He had been hiding in the ghost house for so long without daring to show his face, which has been proved

This. But God knows if the other party will catch someone on the street after leaving the haunted house. After all, he is a swordsman from Shilaozi. He is so skinny that a camel is bigger than a horse, so you should be careful.

There just happened to be a group of young and strong men rushing over pushing a dung cart, laughing. They were originally feeling proud of their heroic move, enjoying the thumbs up, cheering loudly, and pushing up the

The dung truck came, working even harder, and it was only twenty or thirty steps away from the haunted house that no one dared to live in. As a result, the immortal in white with a long sword just opened the door and walked out, and looked straight at them.

The three young men, who had been idle in Suijia City all year round, were suddenly stunned and couldn't move their legs.

Not only that, but there was another person who walked out from the corner of the street and walked against the current. She was a pretty woman in plain clothes, and she held a swaddled baby in her arms. It was cold in spring,

The weather was particularly freezing. The child didn't cry, either because she was sleeping soundly or because of frostbite. Her face was full of sorrow, and her steps became faster and faster. She actually passed the dung truck and the young man, and fell to her knees with a plop.

On the street, I raised my head and cried to the young man in white: "Master Immortal, my man was killed by the collapsed house. How can I, a woman, survive in the future? I beg Master Immortal to have mercy and save us.

Girls, go ahead!"

The woman cried so hard that she seemed about to faint from crying.

The people hiding in the far side of the street began to point and point. Some people whispered to the side, saying that it seemed that the woman over there in Ya'er Lane was indeed the bride who got married last year.

Poor man.

Chen Pingan squatted down and said, "How can you, a mother, be willing to bear such a child in such a cold weather? Shouldn't you leave it to a familiar neighbor and come to me to complain? Well, that's right.

I won’t be able to survive anyway, so why do I care about this?”

The woman was stunned for a moment. She seemed to have never thought that the young swordsman would use such words. She was a little confused for a moment.

Then I saw the young man smiling and saying: "I see that the way you hold the baby is a bit unfamiliar. Is this your first baby?"

The woman suddenly started wailing and said nothing.

Chen Pingan put his hands in his sleeves and said slowly: "Wait a moment, as long as I ignore you and pass you by, you have to raise the child in your hand high and tell me, if I don't save you, you

He won't live anymore, and he won't survive anyway. Instead of making this poor child suffer all his life, it's better to fall to death on the street and let him be reborn in a good child in his next life. In this life, his parents can't help him and meet him.

A hard-hearted god, and then you hit him head-on and die, asking for a family reunion underground? Or, what I said is already more than what others have taught you?"

The woman was just grief-stricken and wailed endlessly, making people cry when they heard her and sad when they saw her.

Chen Pingan glanced at the street man in the distance who revealed the woman's identity, and smiled slightly. The latter's expression changed slightly, and he left quickly, disappearing into the alley.

The person escaping in a hurry, the woman sitting on the ground crying in front of him, the assassin hiding in the dung bucket waiting for an opportunity.

They should all be some small schemes that the other party instigates behind the scenes that even I don't think will work, just to disgust people?

Chen Pingan found it interesting.

The Marquis of Yin in Cangjun Lake definitely doesn’t have the courage for the time being, and Fan Weiran in Baodong Wonderland doesn’t have the guts. That Ye Han from Huangyue City who has never been seen before? Or the young man named He Lu, who pretended to be with someone in the city?

At the hands of an official's subordinate? Anyway, the three of them, the Qi practitioner, the market woman and the martial artist, may not know who sent them to die. Naturally, they all have their own reasons and arrangements for why they came here to die.

How to do it?

Because Chen Pingan felt that he was really disgusted.

The woman's eyes were filled with flowers.

The figure of the young immortal in white was actually missing.

The woman gritted her teeth and stood up. She really raised the infant child high and was about to throw it to the ground. Before that, she turned her head and looked towards the street and cried with all her strength: "This sword fairy is a nobody."

You are so heartless, you have killed my man, and you have no conscience at all! Now my mother and I have both died today, and the whole family of three has become a ghost, and they will not let him go!"

The woman threw the child hard into the street, hoping that it would not fall to death, which would be a big trouble, so she tried her best.

All his life's glory and wealth are in this moment.

Anyway, the child is not hers. God knows where the strange man got it from. As for the man who died not long ago, he disappeared inexplicably. He was really the man she married because she was blind, but he was the kind of man who couldn't control her.

He is a scoundrel who can't control his crotch. He is a gambler and a lustful person. He has ruined all his wealth. As a result, he has never had a good life after he passed away. It is better to die sooner than later. He fell to death and killed his child. All he had to do was hit him head on.

Just kowtow to the wall to scare people, and then pretend to be faint, but you don’t have to die. Then with the big bag of gold and silver that you got in front of you, plus another bag after everything is done, you can find any man to marry in the future.

Okay, is it still difficult to be a rich lady wearing gold and silver?

After smashing out the child, the woman became a little exhausted and collapsed on the ground.

Then her eyes suddenly opened wide.

I saw the white-clothed fairy squatting in front of me again at some point, and supporting the infant child with one hand.

Chen Pingan stood up, picked up the child, and used his fingers to open a corner of the swaddling cotton. He moved gently and touched the baby's little hand. Fortunately, the child was just a little frozen. The other party probably felt that there was no need to deal with a child who was bound to die.

There are tricks on the body. Sure enough, those monks only have this little brain. It is not easy to be a good person, but it is also difficult to be a bad person who simply makes your stomach rotten?

Chen Pingan twitched the corner of his mouth, but when he looked at the child in his arms, his eyes naturally became gentle, and with skillful movements, he wrapped the child slightly tightly in the swaddling cotton cloth, and evenly distributed the heat from his palms to warm the swaddling body.

Help withstand the freezing spring cold.

There is no child in the world who is destined to suffer disaster after birth.

Chen Ping'an tiptoed a little, and his body swept backwards, like a white rainbow hanging sideways, as he returned to the haunted house.

Du Yu probably felt uneasy in his heart. Naturally, he didn't dare to sit on the chair where the sword gourd was placed, so he moved the small bench to the side of the bamboo chair and sat there without moving. Of course, he didn't forget to put on his clothes.

On the armor of the God-man Cheng Lu.

Du Yu saw the senior who had left and returned. In his arms was... an infant? What was the senior doing? He said he was walking at night and was lucky, so he picked up his inheritance on the roadside.

He, Du Yu, could even say that he believed in revealing armor and refining demon elixir without conscience, but when he picked up a child when he went out, he, Du Yu, was really dumbfounded.

Chen Pingan carefully handed the child to Du Yu. Du Yu held out his hand blankly as if he had been struck by lightning.

Chen Pingan frowned and said: "Remove the manna armor!"

Du Yu was startled, and quickly removed the nectar armor and put it into his sleeve along with the demon refining pill he had always held in his hand.

He took over the infant child stiffly, feeling weak all over. Seeing the look of disgust on his senior's face, Du Yu wanted to cry without tears. "Senior, I am young and have little experience in the world. I am not as good at everything as you, senior."

Everyone knows and is proficient.

Chen Ping'an warned: "I will come back early. The child is immature and has suffered some cold. Please pay more attention to the child's breathing. When you emit spiritual energy to nourish the child's body, you must pay attention to the propriety. If there is any problem, leave the haunted house.

When the time comes, take the sword-raising gourd and go find an experienced apothecary."

Du Yu's chicken pecks at the rice.

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, then twisted his wrist, and the remaining walnut appeared in the palm of his hand, "After smashing it out, the power is equivalent to a full-strength blow of an Earth Immortal monk. No door-opening techniques are needed. A Qi practitioner can use it.

Even if you are physically weak in the lower five realms, it will just vomit a few mouthfuls of blood and use up your spiritual energy savings. There will not be much sequelae. What's more, you are at the peak of the Dongfu realm and a military monk. If something happens, don't worry about using it.

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To be continued...