"What do you know? It's useless to make up for it in the future. When they enter the Nascent Soul Realm or even the Jade Pu Realm, there is a saying that eating pastries from the New Year shop can break the realm."

Zhou Junchen suddenly stared at the top of his eyes. How could he still play like this?

I thought Xie Gou was shameless to make money, but I never thought that the person in front of me was even more excessive.

Chen Ping'an reminded: "It's just a suggestion, it has nothing to do with me."

The little mute grinned and made an exception with a bright smile on Chen Ping'an's side.

This ancestor who never gets home all day long does have a few tricks.

No wonder you can buy so many hills.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I don't talk about my achievements in my practice, but only about doing business. You, my boy, and I, and your master are all far from you."

The little mute automatically ignored this sentence, thought about it, thought carefully, and asked, "Will you not violate the taboo on the mountain when you talk nonsense?"

Chen Ping'an leaned against the counter and flipped through the not-so-smaller account book, "What are the taboos? This is called a beautiful talk. I'll make a bet with you. In the future, those two sword immortals, who are both surnamed Wei, will definitely come to the shop to buy pastries, and they will not be angry at all."

"Don't bet, don't bet a penny."

"A little gambling is enough to make you happy, and you will have a few dollars to pay for your win or lose."

"The white-haired short winter melon at the door said that you were very famous in the Great Wall of Sword Qi back then. You have a good reputation for all the new and old masters. You can fight with others and knock them down with one punch. You are also invincible in the market. You are extremely poor in gambling. As long as you go to the gambling table, you can kill one, two, and three will kill all..."

Chen Ping'an laughed at it.

The white-haired boy outside the door was immediately anxious, jumped, came to the door, jumped and scolded: "Little mute, please put your mouth cleanly. When did I say that the gambling products of the Yinguan Ancestor are very bad?"

The little mute said, "You mean Chen Ping'an's gambling is excellent, I just listen to it the opposite."

The white-haired boy could not refute the little mute's fallacy for a moment, and said with a grievance: "Old Master Yin Guan, I am wronged, I am wronged!"

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Chen Ping'an ignored the live treasure and just reached out to rub Zhou Junchen's head, "Just be naughty, just be stubborn on my side, and have the ability to say such things in front of your master."

The little mute laughed and said, "My mind is not like some people who lack stubbornness."

The white-haired boy put his hands on his hips, "Little mute, if you say something sarcastic, be careful if I scold you, it's to be honest. Usually, when you quarrel with you, you will give in to you on purpose, and only exert less than 10% of your skills!"

The little mute raised his lips and said disdainfully: "Then just curse it, just curse it casually. If you have the ability, you will scold your ancestors together. Anyway, my master is not here, so you are afraid of a hammer."

The white-haired boy really gave it to me. Yoho, he can look at people with squint eyes. Who should I learn? Who can I teach...

But when the white-haired boy found that there were more people looking at him, he immediately calmed down, sniffled, frowned, looked up at the sky, felt sad.

Shi Rou folded her hands on the counter, watching the jokes of one big or two small, smiling.

Chen Ping'an planned to go to the shop next door to see that Cui Peanutan from the Caotou shop would follow Hongxia and Yunzi to Xiandu Mountain together, but the girl would become Cui Dongshan's direct disciple.

The brother and sister who have been separated for many years are so lucky that Cui Dongshan can think of it.

Shi Rou suddenly said in her heart: "Master, Pei Qian asked someone to send me a box of rouge, thank you."

It’s not her usually hoarse and low voice, but her soft voice.

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "Don't be polite to her."

Pei Qian was in the shop and had a short period of time in school. It was then that Pei Qian began to get close to Shi Rou.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Ping'an asked in his heart: "Shi Rou, do you want to change a pair of skins and restore the appearance of a woman? In addition to the fox-skin beauty talisman on Pei Xiang, there is also a talisman made by the Yuzhigang secret technique on Xiandu Mountain, which can allow you to... change your residence."

Shi Rou shook her head and said, "Master, no need. I have been used to it for so many years, and I really don't think there is anything wrong with it. Besides, every day I am in this immortal seed, it is an excellent temple that Qishiji can't even dream of."

Zhou Junchen rarely discussed things with Chen Ping'an seriously, and even used a respectful title, "Master, since you are so good at making money, why don't you come up with your ideas for our New Year's shop and the grass-toed shop next door?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Immortal money is also earned, and it is also necessary to earn money. As long as it is money entering the main gate, it does not depend on the amount, but requires a long flow of water. Don't seek wealth, but a long flow of time."

After a moment of silence, Chen Ping'an reached out and pressed the child's head, "When you grow up, you will understand that this is not the truth."

The little mute nodded.

Although the truth is not valuable, the truth is not valuable. After all, it is also a truth. You have confiscated your own money. It’s better to listen to it or wait and see.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "In fact, it's better not to understand some principles."

Many books have seen many truths, and one thing is to understand the other.

Only seeing and not understanding is luck.

Chen Ping'an left Qilong Lane, and the white-haired boy was idle, so he followed the ancestor Yinguan to be a small follower.

I went to Yang's pharmacy first.

There is only one young shop guarding the shop now. Because of the incident that year, the shop business has not been good over the years, but the Yang family has a strong foundation and doesn't care about this at all.

Shiling Mountain comes from the entrance of Taoye Lane. Although it is not among the four major surnames and ten clans, it is considered a good origin in the town.

Maybe this young warrior doesn't know yet that he is the closed disciple of the old man in the backyard, and he doesn't know who his senior brothers are and how he is famous all over the world.

The white-haired boy sat at the door, didn't enter the shop, and the room was filled with medicine and no interest.

Chen Ping'an crossed the threshold and asked with a smile: "Miss Su is not here?"

Shi Lingshan said: "Senior sister has been out for a trip."

My senior sister didn't say where to go, but it was like a long trip, very far away.

Maybe she will come back next year, maybe she will come back next year, maybe next year has passed, she will never come back, he will just wait here.

Shi Lingshan asked curiously: "Chen Ping'an, are you in trouble with your senior sister?"

They are all locals in the town, and with their mastery, Shi Lingshan actually has no special impression of this down-and-out mountain master Chen Shan. No matter how many identities are, they have no relationship with him. If they become rich, they look down on others, so don’t come to the door. Anyway, no one asks for anyone. If they come to the door, they will show off their bad looks. I don’t want to see you.

The most important thing is to follow some of the rumors from the shop owner, but they dare not publicize it. It seems that Chen Ping'an received a considerable favor from the pharmacy when he was a child.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's okay, I just ask casually. I originally had some past events and wanted to chat with Miss Su in person."

Shi Lingshan was alert, "What do you have to talk to my senior sister?"

Chen Ping'an couldn't help laughing and joked: "Shilingshan, no matter how much you guard against thieves, you can't be on my head."

Shi Lingshan curled his lips, maybe this was possible.

Zheng Dafeng, who was careless, once said that honest people are not popular, but honest people are particularly popular when they have money.

The white-haired boy who kept listening was full of joy and thought of a "allus" on the mountain. It is said that when Li Huai was a child, he followed Chen Ping'an to study at the Dasui Shanya Academy. After both parties got along, he used to be a burden to Chen Ping'an all the way, and he thought about making Chen Ping'an his brother-in-law. As a result, this little fool thought about it and came to a conclusion that my sister was not worthy.

Damn, the "gang" where Xiaomili is located is all talented.

Why can't I get in? The white-haired boy wrapped his arms around his chest and began to take it seriously.

After thinking about it, can I have to take over the position of the right guardian of Qilong Lane from the boy Zhuyi?

Wouldn't that be worthy of his reputation and be worse than a dog?!

Inside the shop, Chen Ping'an asked, "Can I open the drawer and see how many medicinal herbs?"

Shi Lingshan said angrily: "Open the door to do business, you will follow the rules anyway. I have no grudge against you, so you can just watch it."

Chen Ping'an habitually raised his hand, rubbed his waist and ribs on his body, then walked towards the medicine cabinet, looked at the label on it, and gently opened a drawer.

In these things, Chen Ping'an may be no less than experienced pharmacy doctors.

It is said that the soil and water nourish the people, and the same principle is the same for medicinal materials. The most recognized land. If the same medicinal materials grow in different mountains and boundaries, the medicinal properties will vary greatly, so the amount of medicine must be changed accordingly. In recent years, the mountains in the west have become private industries, so it has become a difficult task to enter the mountains to collect medicinal materials. Therefore, many medicinal materials in the medicinal shop need to find other channels, such as purchasing from various merchants from Hongzhu Town.

The more I thought about it, the more angry he became, the white-haired boy suddenly stood up and ran into the house, intending to take a shortcut, and directly bypass Pei Qian, the head of the chief, and gave a decree to the ancestor of Yinguan, and directly let himself be the deputy head of the chief, contentment and happiness, and not to be too small.

The white-haired boy lowered his voice and told the ancestor of Yinguan. The result was not surprising. The ancestor of Yinguan asked her to get out of here.

Chen Ping'an opened another drawer and sniffed it. The name of this herb is very interesting, called Wang Bulixing.

Chen Ping'an gently pushed back to the drawer, turned his head and smiled and suggested: "Shiling Mountain, in the future, you can go to Xiancao Mountain, Zhusha Mountain, and Weixia Peak as you want. You can have almost fifty or sixty kinds of medicinal materials, which may be a little better than buying from other places, and you can save some money."

Shi Lingshan was planning and said absent-mindedly: "You can't tell me this. I don't care about going to the mountain to collect herbs. I just look at the shop's guy. But I can say to an unreliable guy and make an agreement in advance that guy is not reliable. He speaks louder than farts, and works less than farts. He only listens to thunder and rain. The shop depends on him. It has not closed yet, and it is all the smoke from the ancestral grave."

Chen Ping'an laughed at it.

The folk customs of small towns have always been so simple.

He always likes to hold a gun and a stick when speaking, and he is a master of the world who can learn from his own knowledge.

Shi Lingshan, who came from Taoye Lane, can only be regarded as a disciple of the outer sect of this sect at most.

The white-haired boy respects this young man as a man, and he dares to talk to his hidden official ancestor like this.

Even though time has changed, if the locals who stayed in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane in the town are not much different from those left behind in other streets and alleys.

There are still people who wear clean long clothes and study and say to Zi.

There are also people who always have dirt in their nails, yellowed with charcoal, and are full of calluses, and like to curse their mothers.

Chen Ping'an left the shop, crossed the threshold, and stood there for a moment.

Then I passed by the crab shop.

Chen Ping'an slowly circled around the archway building, with his hands gathered his sleeves, and always looked up.

If you are willing to be willing, you will be natural. Don’t seek out the outside world. You will be angry and fight against the bull.

The white-haired boy always stood there, with no idea. The four plaques now have no meaning left.

Chen Ping'an continued to walk. The restaurant on the street belongs to the tallest building in the town. The real owner is Aunt Feng, and the business is still very good. Locals always hold wedding banquets in the county town, whether it is wedding banquets, celebration banquets, etc., and they still like to set up a spacious place here. Some of the Qi training men who bought houses here as temples also like to have a drink here, but the wine they drink is naturally different from that of ordinary people.
To be continued...