Sword comes

Chapter 492

Just now when he came back with the sword, Chen Pingan intentionally lifted off compared to chasing and killing Fan Yunluo before. The golden core ghost who was named in the White Cage City really took the lead and went away very quickly.

It's not that Chen Pingan doesn't want to pay a price, and strives to take it all at once, at least he should fight and fight. Originally, this trip to Qinglu Town, the ghost that roams in the south of the ghost valley, is Chen Pingan's first choice.

However, the birth of the lord of the White Cage City, Pu Xuan, made Chen Pingan change his mind.The words of this heroic spirit recorded in the Anxin Collection are almost cumbersome, one by one, with no hesitation in writing. When Chen Pingan first read this book, he almost thought that the monk who wrote the Anxin Collection was the master writer of the Pima Sect. An admirer of Pu Tie.

Those words of praise in the book that seemed to still smell of blood between the lines did not affect Chen Pingan's decision. What really made Chen Pingan calm down were only four words, the peak of Yuanying.

Since the other party finally showed up in person, but did not choose to make a move, Chen Pingan was willing to back down a step.

Chen Ping looked at the crystal clear jade bones all over the floor, no less than twenty pairs, and was killed by the sword fairy and Chu Shiwu. The souls of these skinny city women's ghosts have long since dissipated, and they have become the source of yin energy in this small world.

Chen Pingan was about to gather these bones into something close at hand, and suddenly frowned, driving the sword fairy, was about to leave here, but after a little thought, he still paused for a moment, and put away most of the bones, leaving only six Seven shining white bones were in the forest, and it was only then that Yujian was extremely fast and left Wu Ya Ridge quickly.

Seeing the two figures on the narrow path from afar, Chen Pingan breathed a sigh of relief, but still not at ease, sheathed his sword, put on his bamboo hat, and fell to the ground in a secluded place, walked to the road, stood where he was, quietly Waiting for the Taoist couple to approach, the man and woman also saw Chen Ping'an, and they planned to go out of the path as before, pretending to look for some medicinal herbs, rocks and soil that could be exchanged for money, but they found that the young ranger had just picked The bamboo hat did not move, and the couple looked at each other, a little helpless, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk back to the road, with the man in front and the woman behind, walking towards Chen Pingan together.Is it a blessing or not a disaster, and it is a disaster that cannot be avoided. I silently pray for the protection of Master Sanqing in my heart.

After the Taoist couple approached, Chen Pingan held a bamboo hat in one hand, pointed to the dense forest behind him with the other, and said, "I fought a group of fierce ghosts just now at the Crow Ridge. Many, it is regarded as a death feud with them, and there will inevitably be fights afterwards, if you are not afraid of being implicated by me, if you want to continue northward, you must be more careful."

The pair of Taoist couples looked at each other with miserable expressions.

The tolls handed over by the archway building, five snowflakes per person, are fine, but rootless duckweed five-realm field cultivators like the couple are not Qi practitioners who are proficient in ghost magic. After entering the Ghost Valley, I was consuming spiritual energy all the time, not to mention the physical and mental difficulties. For this reason, I bought a bottle of expensive medicine, just to be able to go as far as possible in the Ghost Valley, in some inaccessible places. The place, relying on the windfall, finds a way to make up for it, otherwise, if it is just for stability, it should choose the road of Lanshe Town that was broken by the predecessors.

As long as one can become a monk and set foot on the road of longevity, some of them will be fools, especially field cultivators earning money.

The faces of the couple were pale, and the young woman tugged at the man's sleeves, "Forget it, it's fate, it's better to practice slowly than to die."

The man shook his head, held the woman's hand behind his back, and said softly: "You can't wait any longer, the water is overflowing and the moon is full, and if you drag it on, it will only hurt you, and a good thing will become a disaster."

The man let go of her hand, faced Chen Ping'an, clasped his fists in gratitude, and said, "On the way of cultivation, there are many unforeseen circumstances. Since our husband and wife are in a low level, we can only resign ourselves to fate, and I really can't blame you, young master. I and Zhuo Jing are still together. I would like to thank you son for your kind reminder."

Chen Pingan asked: "This lady is about to enter the cave realm, but due to the unstable foundation, she needs to rely on fairy money and magic weapons to increase the possibility of breaking through the realm."

The woman sighed softly.

The man nodded and said, "Master Huiyan, that's true."

Chen Pingan asked: "May I ask, how big is the gap?"

The man said helplessly: "For us and my wife, the number is huge, otherwise we wouldn't be able to go to this valley of ghosts and myths. It's really hard to break through the gate of hell."

Chen Ping tentatively asked: "How much money is missing?"

The man hesitated for a moment, and said with bitterness on his face: "To be honest, our husband and wife traveled to more than ten countries a few years ago, and after thousands of choices, we finally found a fairy shop on the west side of the bone beach, which is the most suitable for me. Jing Lianhua's natal utensils are already considered the most reasonable price, and they still need [-] snowflakes. This is because the shopkeeper is a Bodhisattva, willing to keep the spiritual utensils that are not worrying about selling at all. Within five years, the two of you have pooled enough fairy money, and you can buy it at any time. We are all casual cultivators in the lower five realms. We have traveled to the markets of various countries for these years, and we are willing to earn any money. A hundred snowflakes."

The woman is sad.

In fact, my husband still has something to say, which is really hard to say.This time, in order to enter Ghost Mystery Valley to earn 100 snowflakes, the bottle of qi invigorating medicine cost another [-] snowflakes.

Just now, the couple traveled together, and the silver they earned was converted into immortal money, which would not be worth a single snowflake.

How can it be so easy to earn money in Ghost Mystery Valley.

They saw that the young ranger in the green shirt and the sword seemed to be hesitating, and he reached out to hold the vermilion wine pot on his waist, probably thinking about something.

The couple didn't talk about anything anymore, so as not to be suspected of complaining. On the way of practice, Yexiu met a god of a higher realm.After many years of wandering in the mountains and rivers and lakes, this pair of Taoist couples are used to seeing the scene of Ye Xiu's violent death. After seeing so many, even the sadness of the death of the rabbit and the fox is gone.

When the young ranger raised his head, the couple's hearts tightened.

Chen Pingan asked: "I entered the ghost valley this time for the sake of experience. I didn't have the idea of ​​asking for money at first, so I didn't bring anything that could hold things. I never thought that I was in the Crow Ridge before, and I was inexplicably encountered by a fierce ghost. The siege, although it will cause endless troubles, can be regarded as a small gain. You see if this works, the two of you happen to be carrying a big box, even if you help me take away those bones, I reckon you can sell them for a few. Xiaoshu money, at the Naiheguan market, you can sell the bones first, and then wait for me for a month. If you wait for me, you can share [-]% of the profit. If I don't show up, then you don't have to Wait for me, no matter how much immortal money you sell, it is the private property of your husband and wife."

The woman was stunned, and when she was about to speak, the man grabbed her hand, clenched it tightly, and cut off the conversation, "Master, have you ever thought that if we sold the bones and got snowflake money, and walked away, would the son don't worry"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Since I dare to do this business, I'm afraid I won't find you two wild cultivators afterwards."

The man asked again, "My lord, why don't you just leave Ghost Mystery Valley with us? Our husband and wife will just serve as porters for you to earn some hard-earned money. If you don't lose money, you can sell the bones yourself."

Chen Ping frowned and said, "I said before that the trip to the Ghost Valley is for improving one's cultivation, not for making money. If you are worried about traps, just let it go."

The man glanced at the dense forest in the distance, and said with a loud smile: "Then I will take a trip to Crow Ridge with my son. The windfall, such a beautiful event, if you miss it, you will be punished by God. Just put your mind at ease. We, my husband and I, must have been waiting at the Naiheguan market for a full month."

The man could not allow his wife to refuse, and asked her to take off the big box, carry one in each hand, and follow Chen Pingan to Crow Ridge.

When he saw the five bones with excellent appearance, he was dumbfounded, and carefully put them into the wooden box.

And the young man wearing a bamboo hat squatted not far away looking at some rusty armored weapons.

In the end, when the pair of Taoist couples each carried heavy boxes on their backs and walked on the small road home, they both felt as if they had passed away and couldn't believe it.

The man was silent for a long time, then grinned and said, "It's like a dream."

The woman said softly: "There is such a good thing in the world."

The man looked back, but there was no sign of that person. After turning his head, he comforted: "A master is acting unexpectedly, just think that we have met a sword fairy."

The man gradually came to his senses, and said in a low voice: "Think about it, there are a few Shanzawa Yexiu who dare to say that they can sell a few Xiaoshu coins for a few bucks, can we say it out loud? Can you tell this young gentleman that it is so natural? I guess this one must be a direct disciple of the Immortal Mansion with the initial prefix of Zong. There is that sentence that threatens us, listen to it, Gu Bao is a genealogical master with an amazing family background, "

The woman thought for a while, then smiled softly, "Why do I think it's that young master who said some words to us on purpose."

The man bared his teeth and grinned, "How can there be such a cultivator who has worked so hard to be a good person? It's weird. Could it be that we burned incense devoutly in the Yaoyanghe Temple earlier, and the spirit appeared?"

The woman smiled and said, "Who says it's not."

Chen Ping stood on a high branch, looking at the distant figures of the couple.

His eyes were warm, and he didn't take his eyes back for a long time, leaning against the tree trunk, when he took off the sword gourd and drank wine, he smiled and said: "Pucheng Lord is so leisurely, so besides sitting in the White Cage City, he also has to accept the Southern Skinny City." The tribute and filial piety of the eight cities, if there is no mistake in An Anji, this year happens to be Jiazi’s first time to collect money, so it should be very busy.”

That blue shirt and white bones stood on a tree not far away, and said with a smile: "Bodhisattva has a heart, and he won't live long in the ghost valley."

Chen Pingan asked: "I understand. I am curious why I am clearly not a sword cultivator, but I can skillfully control the sword behind my back. I want to see how much of the spiritual energy I have lost in my natal acupoint, so I can decide. not a shot"

The city lord nodded and said: "I'm a little disappointed, the spiritual energy is not consumed much, it seems that it is a half-celestial soldier who recognizes the master."

Chen Pingan was puzzled and said: "I have such a good sword at my level, the Lord of Pucheng really won't be tempted"

Because the Lord of the White Cage City didn't seem to have any murderous intent or intent.

It is easy to hide the murderous intent, but it is hard to hide the murderous intention.

The real name of the Baicage City Nascent Soul Heroic Spirit, Puzhen, was one of the few qi trainers who watched the monks join the battlefield from the sidelines in the soul-stirring melee, and finally died in the siege of a group of earth immortals from various countries. It's not that there is no chance to escape, but for some reason, Pu Xuan tried his best not to retreat, and there is no answer to this matter in the Anthology Collection. When I visited Baicage City, I personally asked Pu Tie, a Yuanying Yexiu who was a hopeful Daoist, why he begged to die in the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, but Pu Tie ignored it.

These are of course good words.

But there are also many bad things about Pu Ti in the book.

For example, Pu Jie was domineering and unreasonable. Almost half of the sword cultivators who came to Ghost Mystery Valley to practice died at his hands.Many of them are young and proud sons who came from first-class immortal family mansions, and they are first-class sword embryos in the south of Luzhou in Beiju.For this reason, a Zongzi head force with a sword fairy sitting in the town personally went out, went south to the bone beach, and visited the white cage city with a sword. , was attacked insidiously by the city lord of Jingguan City, and almost died on the spot. The self-defense treasure passed down from generation to generation on the sword fairy's body was destroyed. Gu might be about to have an unprecedented upper five-level sword fairy, Yin Ling.

Not only that, but Pu Xuan also took the initiative to fight against the two masters of the Pima Sect several times. Zhu Quan's realm was damaged, and he was unable to enter the upper five realms.

Of course, after those few battles to death, Pu Xuan completely cut off the chance of entering the Jade Realm, and suffered even greater losses.

At this moment, Pu Xuan glanced at the long sword behind Chen Ping'an, "Swordsman"

Chen Pingan nodded.

Pu Xuan asked: "Then why is there such a question? Is it true that swordsmen in the world only allow the living to be the dead, and then there is no chance."

Chen Pingan was at a loss at first, then relieved, and saluted with fists together.

Pu Xuan twitched the bone at the corner of her mouth, she just laughed it off, and then her figure disappeared.

After Chen Pingan left Wuyaling, he continued to travel northward along the "official road" of the ghost valley. However, as long as there is a small road beside the road, he must walk until the road ends. It may be a hidden road in the mountains. The deep stream between them may also be a cliff.As expected of a valley of ghosts and myths, there are mysteries hidden everywhere. Chen Pingan was at the bank of the mountain stream at that time, and he noticed that there were aquariums lying at the bottom of the stream, submerging their souls, but Chen Pingan squatted by the river and scooped up a handful of water to wash his face. The monster still had patience and did not choose to come out of the water to attack Chen Ping'an.Since the other party was cautious, Chen Pingan did not take the initiative to attack.

As for the side of the cliff where the two mountains face each other, there is an iron chain bridge hanging.

Shaking, it is not difficult for Qi practitioners and pure martial arts practitioners to walk, but Chen Pingan could see that in the center of the chain bridge, not only was there a large pitch-black python with the thickness of a pillar log wrapped around it, and it whispered softly. In the distance, there is an extremely wide spider web, which is specially used to hunt and kill birds in the mountains. The head of the spider spirit is only the size of a fist, and it has successfully transformed into a woman's face.

If Taoist priests and monks traveled here and saw this scene, they might have to kill demons and slay demons to accumulate evil virtue.

But for Chen Pingan, even if the monsters here want to eat a person and commit a crime, they have to be met by someone.

This time, Chen Pingan walked into the deep mountains and old forests along the forked road. At the foot of a high mountain, he came across a dilapidated building that looked like a pavilion and small temple. It was not recorded in the book. Chen Pingan planned to rest for a while before going to the mountain. The small temple No name, but this mountain is quite famous. Rest assured, it is said that this mountain is called Baojing Mountain. Carefully left behind a bright mirror, a treasure of the fairy family, and the mountain stream was formed by the mirror falling to the ground.

The monks of the Pima sect guessed in the book that this ancient mirror is very likely to be a rare treasure with a high rank and a magic weapon, but it hides an amazing fortune.

Chen Ping wanted to take a look. Anyway, he was traveling in the Valley of Ghosts, so it was impossible to talk about detours. Chen Ping used to be very resigned to fate, and he was sure that no good things would happen. Now it has changed a lot, but the goddess of the mural city The opportunity of Guan Tu is still untouchable. As for the rest, the unowned things in the fairy mansion in the secret realm, the treasures of heaven and earth that came into being, Chen Pingan wants to try his luck.

Chen Pingan lit a bunch of bonfires in the ruined temple, and the light of the fire was faint green, like a will-o'-the-wisp among the tombs.

Chen Pingan was eating dry food when he noticed a small old man holding a wooden stick with a gourd hanging on the small road outside. Chen Pingan was eating dry food by himself without saying hello.

The old man stood at the entrance of the small temple, and asked with a smile, "Master, you plan to go to the deep stream of Baojing Mountain?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Exactly."

The old man said with emotion: "Young master, it's not that the old man pretended to be astonishing. That place is really dangerous. Although it is called a stream, it is deep, steep and wide, as big as a lake, and the water is so clear that you can see the bottom. You probably really answered that sentence." In other words, when the water is clear, there will be no fish, and there will be no fish in the stream. Ravens, sparrows, birds, snakes, pythons, foxes, dogs, and beasts dare not come here to drink water. Birds often fall into the stream and die. Over time, there will be There are many bones at the bottom of the lake, besides birds and beasts, there are also many practitioners who do not believe in evil, and they also died watching the lake.

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Then dare to ask the old man, do you want me to watch the lake, or just turn around and return?"

"What do you say, sir?"

The old man wondered: "The old man naturally hopes that the young master will not take risks to enjoy the scenery. Since the young master is a cultivator, he has never seen any magnificent scenery in the sky and on the earth. Why take risks for a mountain stream? Cultivator Ma Zong can't find out the answer to the mystery, so many land gods who have entered this mountain have never taken away their chances, the young master can see that he came from a wealthy family, and the son of a daughter can't sit down, this is all the old man said, otherwise he will be misunderstood by the young master."

Chen Ping glanced at the wooden stick with a few green shoots in the old man's hand, and asked, "Could the old man be the land master here?"

The old man held a stick in one hand, stroked his beard with the other and smiled, "Among the mountains in the ghost valley, there is no name of Lord of the Earth, but there is a reality of Lord of the Earth. This old man stepped on dog shit to be among them. My little Baojing Mountain The half-baked land, the light of rice grains, and those heroic masters who occupy high cities and giant towns to eat incense and eat energy, can be called the brilliance of the sun and the moon."

Chen Pingan asked: "Dare to ask the old man's real body?"

The old man blew his beard and stared angrily, and said angrily: "You young child, you don't know how to be polite. In the dynasty of the market, you still don't talk about your fame and life. You must not be an Immortal Master of Genealogy, what’s the matter, Xiao Yexiu, you can’t get along outside anymore, that’s why you want to come to our Ghost Mystery Valley, come to my treasure mirror mountain to exchange your life for good luck, if you die, you will get rich if you don’t die.”

The old man shook his head, turned around and left, "It seems that there is another skeleton at the bottom of the mountain stream."

The gourd tied to the head of the stick is green and verdant as if it had just been picked off the vine.

Chen Ping stretched out his hands to warm himself by the fire and smiled.

The old man who claimed to be the land lord of Baojing Mountain, his tricks and tricks to deceive people, really seemed to be leaking from all sides, so it was not worth mentioning.

It was difficult for him to find the wooden stick that was like a dead tree that still sprouts green shoots in spring, and the emerald green gourd that exudes the fragrance of the mountains.

But the old man's foxy smell was still not well concealed, and in Haoran Tianxia, ​​it was an iron law that fox spirits in the world should not become mountain gods.

Chen Ping guessed that the real identity of this old fox should be the God of Hebo in that mountain stream. He not only hoped that he would accidentally throw himself into the lake and die, but also feared that if he took away the opportunity of the precious mirror, it would lose its foundation. , so I have to come here to confirm it with my own eyes.Of course, the old fox may also be the helper of a certain landscape god in Baojing Mountain.However, there are not many records about the gods in the ghost valley, only saying that the number is rare, and generally only half of the city lord's heroic spirit is counted. For the rest of the land with high mountains and rivers, it is too unfair to "seal" the gods themselves.

Chen Pingan was drinking.

I saw the old fox came outside the ruined temple again, and said with embarrassment: "You must have seen through the identity of the old man. This little skill is ridiculous. Indeed, the old man is the old fox of Xishan. And this Baojing Mountain has never been seen. The god of mountains and rivers of land and rivers. The old man grew up and practiced in the area of ​​Baojing Mountain since he was a child, and he did rely on the aura of the mountain stream. However, the old man has a daughter under his knees. Whether it's a practitioner or a ghost, as long as whoever can take out the gold hairpin that she accidentally dropped into the water in the mountain stream, she will marry him."

The old man sighed and said: "I have been waiting for hundreds of years, my daughter is so beautiful, I don't know how many ghost generals in the neighborhood have proposed marriage to me, but they have all been pushed back, which has already caused a lot of unhappiness. Even in the Baojing Mountain area, I couldn't hang out anymore, so I saw the handsome young master today, and thought that if the young master could take out the golden hairpin, it would save me the big heart trouble of being old. As for taking out the golden hairpin Afterwards, when the young master leaves Ghost Mystery Valley, I don’t care whether you want to take my little girl with me or not, I just want to live with her and fly together. As for whether she is a concubine or a maid, I don’t even care. The fox family never cares about these human etiquette."

Chen Ping waved his hand and said: "I don't care what schemes you have, don't get involved, how many times you have superimposed the snake, or I will count it for you."

The old man tentatively asked: "The matter of the gold hairpin, the old man has gone too far."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "What do you think?"

The old man beat his chest and stomped his feet angrily, turned around and left, suddenly stopped and turned his head, and said bitterly: "You people outside, why are you so treacherous and difficult to deceive? Could it be that you are outside the Valley of Ghosts, and you are a den of liars?"

Chen Pingan laughed dumbly.

The old man glanced at the dry food in Chen Ping'an's hand, and began to curse: "I'm also a poor man who wants money but doesn't want money, and he wants looks but looks, how can my daughter like you, get the hell out of here, you stinky bastard, how dare you come here?" Treasure Hunting at Baojing Mountain”

Chen Ping raised the little dry food left in his hand, smiled and said, "I'll settle the score with you after I finish eating."

That old Xishan fox hurried away.

Chen Pingan ate dry food, took a rest for a while, extinguished the bonfire, sighed, picked up a piece of unburned firewood, and walked out of the ruined temple. A woman in red and green came slowly from a distance. The key is that Chen Pingan suddenly recognized the real body of "her". It was the old fox from Xishan who didn't know where to hide the wooden staff and gourd, so he stopped being polite and threw the piece of firewood in his hand. Hitting the forehead of the Xishan old fox whose blindfolding technique and disguise technique were far worse than Zhu Lian's skin, flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, twitched twice, and passed out. Can't wake up.

Chen Pingan, who finally got a quiet time, climbed the mountain slowly, and when he arrived near the mountain stream, he was stunned for a moment, and his ghost still lingered

Without further ado, Chen Ping stretched out his hand to grab the stone, weighed the weight of the stone in his hand, and threw it away with a little more force. He was still soft-hearted at the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain before.

There is a woman by the mountain stream who is facing Chen Pingan with her back, sitting cross-legged on a snow-white rocky cliff, with a pair of embroidered shoes neatly placed beside her, she is holding a small green umbrella at a slant, and gently twisting the umbrella handle,

If there were no disgusting scenes before, Chen Ping would definitely not have shot directly just looking at this picture scroll.

As a result, Chen Pingan's stone pierced through the small green umbrella, hit his head, and fell limp to the ground with a bang.

Chen Pingan was quite particular, he didn't hit the back of the head directly, otherwise he would fall directly into this weird mountain stream, but he just hit the guy tilted to the ground, fainted, and wouldn't roll into the water.

Chen Pingan ignored the old Xishan fox.

Taking a deep breath, he cautiously walked to the edge of the water and looked intently. The water of the mountain stream was indeed deep and steep, but it was clear to the bottom. There were only bony bones at the bottom, and a few gleams of light, which were probably the spiritual spirit carried by the qi practitioners. Treasures, after thousands of years of water scouring, have eroded the aura until only this little bit of light remains.It is estimated that it is a magic weapon, and it may not be more valuable than a spiritual weapon now.

Chen Ping was lucky, and wanted to follow those light spots to find one or two magic artifacts with five elements belonging to water. Once they fell into the bottom of this mountain stream, their rank might be polished even better.

However, Chen Pingan has always been on guard against this soul-holding stream, after all, there are strange creatures here who like to drown themselves.

Chen Ping turned his head suddenly, and saw a little old man running out of the woods, holding a wooden stick and hanging a gourd, running all the way to the water's edge, crying for my poor daughter, why did she die before she got married? Lost here.

Chen Pingan had a headache.

Chen Pingan raised his eyes to look at a pockmarked snow-white stone cliff on the other side of the deep stream. A man in ragged clothes was sitting inside, stretching his waist. Then he walked to the edge of the water, sat down, and put his feet into the water. , laughed loudly and said: "White clouds make high crowns over the top. I wear robes when I enter the green mountains, and green water is my feet. I am not a fairy, who is a fairy?"

The old fox from Xishan suddenly became louder, and cursed angrily: "You bastard who is so poor that you want to show your crotch, you are still here to drag your uncle's sour words, don't you always clamor to be my son-in-law? Now!" My daughter was beaten to death by the villain, what are you talking about?"

The man leaned forward, put his hands into the water, glanced at Chen Pingan, then turned to look at the old fox Xishan, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, your daughter just fainted, this man's hand is too light and soft, Make me ashamed to be a hero to save the beauty, otherwise you, a lowly old fox, will really have an extra son-in-law who rides the dragon. Maybe that Puji will call you friends, even Beijing Guancheng will invite you You go to be a guest."

The daughter in the old fox's arms woke up faintly, frowning blankly.

The old fox was almost so excited that he burst into tears, and said in a trembling voice, "I was scared to death. If you are gone, my daughter, wouldn't the betrothal gift of my future son-in-law be gone?"

The girl pursed her lips and smiled, she had long been used to the old father's schemes.What's more, the spirits and ghosts of the mountains and rivers are completely different from the human ethics of the secular market.

Chen Pingan turned to look at the old fox, and said, "I'm sorry, girl."

The girl turned her head, as if shy and timid by nature, she dared not see people, not only that, she also covered her side face with one hand, and picked up the small green umbrella with a hole in it with the other, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

The old fox pushed away the green umbrella that was in the way, stretched his neck, turned towards the young bastard wearing a bamboo hat, and shouted heartbreakingly: "Just say sorry. It's a huge loss to lose a piece of black silk, not to mention that if you hit it so hard, you can't lose at least five coins, it must be ten snowflakes."

Chen Ping lightly tossed out ten snowflake coins, but his gaze remained on the man opposite him.

The Xishan old fox seemed to have been strangled by someone, caught the handful of snowflake money, held it in the palm of his hand, and looked down with complicated eyes.

The man on the other side who was still splashing water to wash his face raised his head and smiled, "Look at what I'm doing, I don't intend to kill you."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "That's good."

The man pointed at the girl holding the green umbrella, and said to Chen Pingan: "But if you snatch her from me, it's hard to say."

Chen Pingan shook his head, too lazy to speak.

But at this moment, a young girl's voice, as thin as a mosquito, overflowed softly from the small green umbrella, "Dare to ask the name of your son, why did you knock me out with a stone before you saw the golden hairpin under the water?"

The old fox of Xishan suddenly said loudly: "Two poor people, whoever has money will be my son-in-law."

Chen Ping's arrangement was ignored.

The man was sitting bent over by the water, resting his chin in one hand, his eyes wandering on the small green umbrella and the bamboo hat.