Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 438
Junlang Zhuji chatted and laughed with the young masters, and scanned the second floor.

When he saw Chen Ping's ordinary face, he didn't pay much attention. On the contrary, Master Wan's expression darkened instantly, and he shouted, "Qin Shan, what's the matter, isn't this young master's face not enough for you?"

Shopkeeper Qin was startled suddenly, and threatened the green-clothed guest in a cold voice: "This is the first time you have come to Huaisu Plain, fellow Taoist. This place is no better than the inner city, let alone ordinary people, and it is common for several qi-training monks to die. thing."

"What the local snake said can't be wrong."

Chen Ping, who had been silent all this time, finally opened his mouth, glanced at the high-spirited shopkeeper, and said indifferently: "It seems that it doesn't matter if a small shopkeeper who is practicing Qi training at the ninth floor is killed."

Then, hearing a "plop", the shopkeeper surnamed Qin was stunned, and fell down stiffly.

Shopkeeper Qin lost his breath, and the whole hall suddenly became chaotic, and many people screamed in horror after being shocked.

"You...you dare to massacre monks in Huaisu Town!"

Master Wan trembled a little, and said in disbelief.

As for the handsome and established foundation, his face turned pale, and his whole body was shaken.

One look wiped out a Qi-training Ninth Level, this green-clothed man is very likely to be a senior of the Yuan Dan Realm!
However, before they had a next step to react, he, the son-in-law headed by Master Wan, and the thirty domineering servants all felt a pain in their brains and passed out on the spot.

Chen Ping turned around with his right hand, and several storage bags and the storage rings on Junlang Zhuji's body flew out and hovered beside him.

"Senior Chen is merciful, they are all frogs in a well, and they don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, so please calm down, senior!"

At this time, an old man with white hair rushed over from the inner courtyard. After seeing Chen Ping's appearance clearly, his lips turned purple with fright and he sweated profusely.

He was fortunate enough to meet this person's intelligence once in the escort.

Yuan Dan Daxiu, who has gained fame recently, is also a powerful puppet master.

These monks belong to the top level in the waters of Shuangcheng, and the shopkeeper hired by the family does not have long eyes and offended the seniors, so he deserves to die.

Right now, he kept praying in his heart that he must not be involved in this matter.

"Deacon He, right?"

Chen Ping turned his head and smiled, and said calmly.

"Junior He Wencheng, seniors can just call him by his first name, but he should never be called a deacon."

The white-haired old man smiled and said respectfully.

Seeing his trembling appearance, Chen Ping couldn't help but snort coldly.

Naturally, he didn't come to Tiger Leaping Tower to feel the fireworks of the mortal world.

Finding Shaoying is his goal.

There are tens of millions of mortals living in the Huaisu Plain, even if they use their spiritual sense to sweep them away, it will take several days of effort.

How could Chen Ping do such a stupid thing? After thinking about it, he came to Huaisu Town.

As far as he knew, He Wencheng, the owner of Huyuelou, was under the jurisdiction of a certain guard team, and his main responsibility was to manage Pingyuan's household registration and personnel transfer.

Contacting Shao Ying through him should be effortless.

He found a place in Huyue Tower, spread his spiritual sense and scanned around, and soon found He Wencheng who was retreating in the inner courtyard.

Chen Ping waited patiently after he was told to go out of the pass and see him through the sound transmission.

But I never thought that in just a few tens of breaths, I would encounter a group of tyrants who cleared the building.

Originally, Chen Ping didn't intend to care about it, but Qin Shan's threatening words offended him a little, so he unceremoniously crushed this person's soul.

"Fellow Daoist He, the Huyue Building you opened is more like a black shop. I also spent spirit stones on my seat, and I just want to drive me away, but you still want to use force. Tsk tsk, have the rules of the guard been eaten by dogs? "

Chen Ping picked the dust off his nails, his tone extremely teasing.

After sensing that the spiritual pressure on Chen Ping seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, He Wencheng couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, knelt down and begged for mercy: "Senior Chen's lesson is that the younger generation must clean up the atmosphere in the future, Put an end to recruiting vicious people like Qin Shan who bully customers."

After seeing the comatose young master Wan and his friends on the ground, He Wencheng didn't need to understand the ins and outs at all.

Boy Wan's background is not small, his father is the leader of the monks in the Huaisu Plain, this boy is used to being arrogant and domineering, and even dares to contradict ordinary foundation building.

Occasionally he would come to Huyuelou to reserve the venue, but every time he forcefully drove the guests away.

He Wencheng is indeed very dissatisfied, but for the sake of his elders, he has been conniving until now.

Unexpectedly, this time he kicked a real iron board, a big boss who even Commander Wan can't afford to offend!
"Fellow Daoist He, your shopkeeper suddenly died suddenly, so deal with it quickly, so as not to affect my mood."

Pointing at Qin Shan's body, Chen Ping said indifferently.

"Senior didn't know that Qin Shan went out to hunt monsters in the city last month, and was seriously injured by accident. He didn't live long."

He Wencheng moaned while gathering fireballs to burn Qin Shan's body.

Touching his chin, Chen Ping shifted his gaze to the ground, and said solemnly: "These dudes..."

"Senior, please forgive me. The elders in their family are all foundation cultivators, especially that boy Wan Baihua. His father Wan Baihua is in charge of the casual cultivators in the whole plain. Cultivator, senior, it is best not to make enemies so easily."

He Wencheng immediately turned pale with shock, and persuaded him earnestly.

The death of Qin Shan, who has no background and strength, is not a pity, but Wan Xiaozi and the others must not be buried in Huyuelou.

Senior Chen may not be afraid of Wan Baihua's revenge, but then he will be in big trouble.

"You send a message to the elders of this group of little devils, within an hour, bring fifty thousand spirit stones to Huyuelou to lead them."

"By the way, remember to make it clear that low-grade spirit stones are not accepted, at least medium-grade ones."

Chen Ping raised his brows and instructed in an unquestionable tone.

The 30-year-old Twin Cities Fair is about to start, and low-grade spirit stones are not allowed to be used in the auction.

Hearing this, He Wencheng breathed a sigh of relief, took out a few paper cranes, said a few words, and threw them out of the window.

"Senior Chen, this is a little thought from this junior. Please don't take what happened today to your heart."

Turning his cloudy eyes, He Wencheng raised his smiling hands, revealing two high-grade spirit stones.

"A high-grade spirit stone of the wind attribute."

Seeing that the other party was so understanding, Chen Ping's face eased a lot, and he put away the Lingshi with a smile, and continued: "I called you out to find someone, do you know Fannv Shaoying?"

"Shao Ying!"

He Wencheng's expression changed, and he said in a low voice: "Senior, do you mean the one who is 36 years old?"

There are as many as four or five mortal women named Shaoying in the Huaisu Plain.

But He Wencheng was sure who exactly Senior Chen was looking for.

"Well, it's her, you bring her to the restaurant."

Chen Ping nodded calmly.

"This……"

He Wen's idiom froze for a while, his face was embarrassed for a while, he hesitated and didn't say it.

"Why, it is so difficult for me to meet a mortal!"

The light in his eyes flashed, and Chen Ping shouted loudly.

"Senior misunderstood, how dare this junior stop it? When Commander Weng of Huang Shuihai brought the woman here, he specially emphasized to this junior several times that no one is allowed to meet her."

He Wencheng said with a shudder down his spine and fear.

It turned out to be Weng Fuhong's order.

Chen Ping couldn't help but suddenly realized that this man had worked so hard for his son's career.

"Commander Weng is my friend, you can bring Shaoying here, I will take care of any problems."

"Then... this junior will pick her up right now."

He Wencheng gritted his teeth, and flew downstairs with a bitter face.

He couldn't control whether what Chen Ping said was true or not, anyway, Commander Weng could not blame him if he pursued it.

……

After He Wencheng left, Chen Ping appeared in front of Junlang Zhuji in a flash, and awakened him with a stab of divine sense.

"Junior Fang Peng, I have met senior."

The handsome Zhuji opened his eyes leisurely, and happened to meet a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, suddenly he thumped, and hurriedly got up to salute.

At this time, his heart was overwhelmed.

The aura emanating from this person is incomparably vast, and that kind of substantive sense of oppression is even inferior to the master who usually comes into contact with.

You know, his master is a cultivation base in the middle stage of Yuan Dan!
Fang's surname, Zhuji, was so depressed that he could hardly drink cold water.

Being invited to participate in a dinner organized by a junior, I actually annoyed a Daxiu who was in the late Yuandan stage or even in the Dzogchen realm.

If he had known this, he would never have set foot in Huai Su Town.

"Boy Fang, long time no see."

Chen Ping spread his teeth and smiled, his facial features changed rapidly like a ball of mud, changing his appearance in the blink of an eye.

"You...you are Senior Ye!"

Fang Peng's face was horrified, and he cried out as if seeing a ghost.

"Five or 60 years have passed in a flash, it's hard for you to still recognize me."

Chen Ping said calmly.

Just like the other party, he was also quite surprised when he saw who the VIP was at the banquet hosted by Young Master Wan.

Fang Peng is just his pseudonym.

His full name is Fang Jinpeng, and he used to be the big shopkeeper of Qingsong Lingzhou Pavilion on Feiyue Island.

Back then, Chen Ping went to Feiyue Island to look for Xue Yun, and by the way repaired a large spirit boat intercepted from Xue Wen.

And the boat refiner who repaired the boat for him is exactly the Fang in front of him whose surname is Zhuji.

After the Chen family captured Feiyue Island, Chen Ping also told Xue Yun to incorporate Fang Jinpeng to build a spirit boat for the family.

But when Xue Yun came back to report, she told him that Fang Jinpeng had disappeared several years ago.

In Chen Ping's mind, this person should have fallen into reincarnation long ago.

Because Fang Jinpeng is Liu Yanyu's apprentice.

The old Qingsong Taoist can even kill his Taoist companions, not to mention the qi training disciples that the Taoist couples accept.

Unexpectedly, not only did Fang Jinpeng not die, but he was still flourishing in Fuyou City 20 miles away.

"Senior Ye's heroic demeanor, this junior will never forget."

A gleam of joy appeared on Fang Jinpeng's face, and he said smoothly.

"That large spirit boat is still lying in the storage ring of this seat."

The corner of his mouth pursed, Chen Ping seemed to think of something funny.

That year, he caught hundreds of lively big fish in the small fish pond of the Spirit Boat Pavilion...and the little maid Lan'er caught by his master Ziye...and the large spirit boat full of flowers and plants, which he regarded as crooked. Boat.

The past is like smoke, but it is still vivid.

"Senior, it's fine if you like it. This junior has worshiped Senior Mo as his teacher in Floating Nether City, and he can already assist in building spirit ships!"

Fang Jinpeng said cheerfully.

In the words, he said the words Senior Mo very seriously.

"Fang Xiaoyou's luck is good, he actually worshiped Mo Wenxing Mo Daoyou."

Chen Ping's expression moved slightly, and he said with a smile.

"The junior is just a registered disciple of Master Mo, so it's nothing."

Fang Jinpeng let out a sigh of relief.

Shopkeeper Qin's disappearance made him understand that this Senior Ye is a murderous fellow.

In order to protect himself, he could only choose to move out of the master to frighten him.

The monks who have stayed in Fuyou City for a few years usually sell their master a third of their face.

As for Chen Ping, of course he has no friendship with Mo Wenxing.

But this person's reputation is not small, and he has heard of it.

In the Fuyou sea area, there are only three forces capable of building spirit ships.

They are the three Spirit Boat Pavilions headed by Nie Qingniu, Mo Wenxing, and Master Gui.

Among them, Master Gui's skills are the most exquisite, while Nie Qingniu and Mo Wenxing are among the best.

"Fang Xiaoyou, Feiyue Island is more than 20 miles away from Fuyou City by sea, and there are many dangers. How did you cross the sea when you were a Qi training monk?"

Calling Fang Jinpeng to sit down, Chen Ping asked curiously.

"It's a long story."

Recalling the past, Fang Jinpeng shook his head with a wry smile.

Next, the two people who met old friends in a foreign land had a brief chat.

Fang Jinpeng's experience can be described as extremely twists and turns, full of dangers.

In the past, he was still the treasurer of Qingsong Lingzhou Pavilion, pampered and pampered.

One day, an accident happened.

Master Liu Yanyu's soul card enshrined in the pavilion suddenly shattered, Fang Jinpeng guessed a lot, but didn't dare to stay in Feiyue City, and took a sum of money to hide the next day.

Later, Qingsong returned alone and continued to rule the Sanxiu Alliance.

Fang Jinpeng felt that something was wrong, so he didn't dare to go back to the island to question Qingsong, so he decided to go far away.

Afterwards, while sailing at sea, he was intercepted by a group of small evil cultivators. If he hadn't taken a fancy to his boat-making ability, he would have died long ago without a place to bury him.

After spending many years in the evil repair fleet, Fang Jinpeng finally bought enough spirit stones and bought a foundation-building pill.

After breaking through the foundation building a few years before the deadline, he resolutely broke away from the evil cultivators and bought a boat ticket to Fuyou City by himself.

There were frequent monster attacks along the way, but luckily there was a senior Yuan Dan desperately guarding them, and everyone managed to reach the destination.

In Fuyou City, after several assessments, he finally got his wish and joined Mo Wenxing's sect.

Since then, Fang Jinpeng ended his decades-long wandering life.

Some time ago, Young Master Wan ordered two large spirit boats from him, and specially organized a banquet to thank him.

Considering that the Wan family is quite powerful, Fang Jinpeng readily agreed.

Otherwise, even if he and Chen Ping were in the same city, they might not meet again in this life.

"Senior Ye, how is Feiyue Island doing now?"

Looking at Chen Ping's expression, Fang Jinpeng said tentatively.

"It has changed hands a long time ago. The ancestors of the Chen family are so talented, and the people of Feiyue Island have surrendered in anticipation, which is considered to be in line with the general trend."

After pondering for a while, Chen Ping smiled softly.

"What about the leader of Qingsong, has he not advanced to Yuandan?"

After speaking, Fang Jinpeng became nervous.

"Qingsong?"

The corner of Chen Ping's mouth slanted, and he said flatly: "The grass on his grave is probably more than three feet high."

"Sigh, with his fall, the cause of Master Liu's death has also been buried forever."

With a sigh, Fang Jinpeng said sadly.

Chen Ping remained calm in Gujing, pretending to be ignorant and calm.

He had performed the soul search technique on the old Taoist Qingsong, so he naturally knew the truth about Liu Yanyu's death.

However, Chen Ping was not going to tell Fang Jinpeng.

"Fang Xiaoyou, with your current skills, is it possible to build a medium-sized spirit ship?"

After talking nonsense with Fang Jinpeng for a long time, Chen Ping finally got to the point.

"Senior Ye was joking. This junior has been assisting Master Mo in the production of small spirit ships in recent years, and has not formally accepted an individual order."

Fang Jinpeng was embarrassed, and said: "If it is a small spirit ship, the younger generation may be able to try one or two, and there is no hope for a medium-sized one."

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