Zheng Dafeng fanned the flames at the side, "Senior brother, I am not telling you that your Dragon King basket was in vain. It was not good to give it to anyone, but it was given to Da Li's nemesis, the little prince of Sui Dynasty. Be careful that Song Changjing will follow you in the future.

You settle the accounts in the future. Besides, if the wealth doesn’t go to others, it’s okay to leave it to my nieces and nephews. Why, senior brother, you think the treasure is too hot to handle. If you really can’t, you can just give it to me.”

Old Man Yang looked at him coldly. Zheng Dafeng remained silent and did not dare to say another word. He raised his hands and sat on the steps obediently.

The old man said: "Take Fu Nanhua and go to Old Dragon City together."

Zheng Dafeng's face was full of surprise. He turned around and saw only the old man's expressionless face.

The bachelor man who was the gatekeeper of the town slowly looked away, patted his knees, stood up with a wry smile, and walked down the steps to the back door of the shop without saying a word.

The old man's majestic voice came from behind, "Remember, you are not allowed to reveal your roots even to death!"

Zheng Dafeng's bitter smile deepened, he nodded, did not turn around, and quickened his pace.

After walking to the corridor at the back door of the main hall, the man turned around, knelt down and kowtowed three times, and said in a deep voice: "Master, take care of yourself."

From beginning to end, the old man said not a word.

Zheng Dafeng left Yang's shop sadly.

Li Er, a man sitting on the bench, felt a little sorry for his fellow junior Zheng Dafeng: "Master, you are too..."

The old man smiled and said, "Is it unkind?"

The man nodded, "Although junior brother is not upright all day long, you are very considerate towards Master. To be honest, I can't compare to him in this regard."

The old man was noncommittal about this, "Anyway, it's just duckweed without roots, not even the weeds on the roadside. It's not death where you die."

The man sighed and said, "Junior brother will definitely feel uncomfortable leaving the town this time."

"Generally speaking, if you want to continue the same line and pass on the fire from generation to generation, you need to have three disciples. One of them is 'capable of great use' and can bring glory to the master's sect. After the master's death, he can take on the important role and control the situation. This is both face and honour.

A person who can 'continue the incense' seems to be inferior to the former in all abilities, but the advantage lies in his resilience. Even if the sky falls, even that useful disciple dies, it is this person who can ensure that the sect's incense continues. In its heyday,

The effect is not obvious, but it becomes very important when the family is in danger. The last one must be 'interesting', with good talent, good foundation, good in everything, it is very interesting, and you don't even have to be grateful to the master and the sect.

The master will not follow such a disciple in everything. As the saying goes, the disciple will starve the master to death, and this is the case with this disciple in the end."

The man asked curiously: "Me, junior brother, and Ma Kuxuan, who are we three?"

Old Man Yang smiled and said: "After all these years, who said I only have three of you apprentices?"

The man was stunned for a moment, smiling a little awkwardly, "I forgot about this."

Old Man Yang smiled and asked, "What about Song Changjing?"

The man thought seriously for a moment, and only two words came out, "Not bad."

Old man Yang smoked a dry cigarette, puffed out smoke, and exclaimed: "That's really awesome."

The man said: "Song Changjing promised..."

Before the apprentice could finish speaking, Old Yang stamped his foot, and the world fell silent.

The man smiled and said: "Master, what we have done these years is not considered hidden, so why should we care about this?"

Old Man Yang said slowly: "You don't even show off, are you going to rebel?"

The man asked in reply: "Are they different?"

Old Yang raised his head and glanced at the sky, looking through the three layers of heaven and earth. The old man remained silent.

The man felt heavy and asked: "Master, my two sons really want to go to the Cliff Academy?"

Old Man Yang said, "Since Qi Jingchun is willing to take this in exchange, why not go? It is no exaggeration to say that such a good thing is something that only happens once in a century."

Old Man Yang asked: "Why didn't Qi Jingchun give it to Chen Ping'an in one go?"

Old Man Yang smiled and said: "Do you think you are helping Chen Ping'an? It's almost as if you disliked the child for not dying fast enough. Do you believe that if you had successfully sent out the Dragon King Basket and the golden carp, Chen Ping'an would have died suddenly within three days?

Somewhere in town?”

The man wondered: "Chen Ping'an was broken by his father before he was six years old, so there was no restraint. Although the child could not retain any big opportunities, it was both a bad thing and a good thing. He just

Just like a light in a dark room, there are so many things happening like moths flying into the flame. During this period, isn't it normal for the poor kid to get something?"

Old Man Yang explained: "As long as he is in a small town, Chen Ping'an will not have any good luck. The opportunity is too great, and the child cannot afford it or keep it. He will live an empty-handed life. He can survive. It is already quite good."

It won’t be easy anymore. If it were those so-called proud men, none of them would die seven or eight times.”

The man grinned and said: "So this is why, Master, you are willing to help him. Master, what you can give is the only thing Chen Pingan can accept."

Old Man Yang hesitated for a moment and exhaled a puff of thick smoke, "Then do you know that when you tried to give Chen Ping'an the opportunity, you almost killed him. The prince of the Sui Dynasty, the eunuch, Ning Yao, the prisoner assassin, that weird

Taoist... Chen Ping'an almost died on this line."

The man frowned.

Old Man Yang changed the topic, "In the past, the saints who were in charge of this world would often do the first thing they did when they took office. They would check out the four overwhelming things left by their ancestors. The second thing they would do was come to my place and say hello.

Hello, but even these saints, most of them know this and don’t know why. There are two kinds of people who will not come to my side. The first situation is mostly in the early years. At that time

The Buddhism in Dongbaopingzhou is very powerful, and there are still many bald donkey monks. This group of people dare not come, for fear of being implicated in the cause and effect. Another situation is that of Qi Jingchun. The superiors simply did not tell him the truth on purpose, and they only wished that Qi Jingchun and I

There was a conflict and a big fight. The reason why Qi Jingchun came today is because he figured out the aftertaste by himself, or..."

The old man's face was solemn, "The possibility of this situation is too small, and the consequences are too great to imagine. I hope it is not, and... it should not be."

In the small world, there is another cave.

Qi Jingchun is in charge of one side, while Old Man Yang seems to be in a separate vassal town, and there is no sign of relying on anyone else.

Old Man Yang sighed with emotion: "A Confucian sage before Mr. Qi Jingchun said, 'The sage exhausts his eyes and uses the rules and criteria to think that the circle is straight.' What does it mean? To put it simply, it means you ordinary people, you must be grateful.

The great kindness and virtue of the Holy Master is that he spent a lot of effort and exhaustion to establish these rules and frameworks so that future generations can walk within them and avoid disasters, so that they can have the opportunity to continue to be reincarnated as human beings in the next life.

"

The man scratched his head and said: "Master, why are you telling me this? I don't understand why Zheng Dafeng can talk to you."

Old Man Yang smiled and said: "If you, Li Er, can talk, I won't talk about it. One speaks, one listens, one asks and one answers, it's just right."

Old Man Yang stood up and looked into the distance, "If one day, that child can walk out of the town alive and spend decades wandering outside, he will be surprised to see how big his hometown town was."

The master stood up, and the man had no choice but to stand up too. Although he didn't know how to flatter others, he still understood the rules.

Old Man Yang said: "Don't stay here anymore. Take that shrew of yours with you and go somewhere. In Dongbaopingzhou, you have no hope of breaking through in this life. Song Changjing is a narrow-minded person, and he will suppress his realm in the future.

You don’t think it’s disgusting, but I, as a master, still find it disgusting. By the way, son or daughter, if you really can’t bear to part with it, you can take one of them away. At worst, you can take away less of Qi Jingchun’s gift.”

The man asked: "Master, if my wife insists on taking the two babies away together, what should I do?"

Old Man Yang said angrily: "Who is in charge in your family?!"

The man said with a matter-of-fact expression: "She!"

The old man took a deep breath and waved his hand to chase people away, "Go away, go away, all four members of the family are going away, what do you like!"

The man walked down the steps, suddenly turned around and asked: "What about you, Master?"

The old man sat back on the bench, reached out to touch the dry tobacco in his pocket, and found that there was nothing. After retracting his hand, he said calmly: "What else can I do? I'm just waiting to die."

The man walked to the eaves over there, turned around and smiled for no reason, "I don't think Ma Kuxuan can take something like that away."

The old man looked gloomy and laughed at himself: "If he can't take him away, then no one can take him away."

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The four surnames and ten tribes in the town suddenly received the news that within three days, all outsiders must evacuate the town. Lizhu Cave is temporarily only allowed to leave, not enter.

Although the resentment was overwhelming, no one questioned the matter in the end.

In the eastbound team, the ancestor of the Li family did not hesitate to come forward in person and secretly escort the young ancestor of Zhengyang Mountain away.

The next day, far to the west of the town, there were bursts of rumbling sounds, like a cow turning over, shaking the earth and the earth.

It turned out that it was the Zhengyang Mountain Moving Ape that really lifted up a huge mountain peak.

The old ape showed his true body of Qianzhang and was about to carry it on his back.

The old ape's shoulders tilted suddenly, as if a heavy object was pressing on his shoulders. The old ape raised his head and squinted his eyes.

On the top of the mountain on the shoulder, there is a small figure.

Qi Jingchun.

The old ape laughed and said: "Qi Jingchun! Don't be so stingy and miss important things!"

Qi Jingchun said in a deep voice: "Put this Piyun Mountain back."

The old ape raised his shoulders, shouted angrily, and said arrogantly: "So what if I don't let go?!"

The next moment, the mountain-moving ape suddenly left the bottom of the mountain with his hands and rolled sideways. His huge body pressed down and caused countless nearby trees to collapse.

The next moment, the thousand-foot giant ape was stepped on by someone and fell into the ground.

That person is truly upright. Compared with him, the mountain-moving ape seems to be an ant on the sole of someone else's feet.

Another kick trampled the old ape, who was trying to get up, into the ground again.

Another kick.

The thousand-foot-long old ape lay limp in the pit, covered in blood and dying.
Chapter completed!