Martial arts immortality, my practice has experience

When Chen Pingan returned home, it was almost three quarters past midnight. As expected, Chen Erya was still awake and had been waiting for him, looking very worried.

Chen Pingan went out in the early morning. Chen Erya didn't ask him what he was going to do, but she was worried about it.

"Brother~"

Seeing Chen Pingan coming back, the melancholy on Chen Erya's face was resolved and she smiled.

"Well, Nannan, it's too late, go to bed!" Chen Pingan patted Chen Erya's head and said softly.

It was late at night and there was silence all around. They were talking in the yard, and it was hard to guarantee that they would not be heard by the neighbors around. At this time, Chen Pingan once again had the idea of ​​changing houses.

If he could change to a larger house, it would undoubtedly be much freer.

Judging from his current martial arts progress, this day might not be too long!

"Ah!"

Chen Erya accidentally saw the blood on Chen Pingan's feet and couldn't help but exclaimed. But she also knew the severity of the situation, and she just held back after shouting.

"Brother, the blood on your feet..."

The little girl seemed to have thought of something.

Chen Pingan didn't explain, patted the little girl's shoulder, and walked into the kitchen.

He wanted to get rid of this pair of shoes, not just the shoes, but also his clothes stained with blood, which also needed to be dealt with together.

Looking at the fire under the stove, Chen Pingan suddenly felt a little regretful!

"Damn! How could I forget this!"

Although he wiped off the traces, the bloody smell was traceable. There are many capable people in the Zhenfu Division. If you really want to investigate, you may not be able to follow the trace of the bloody smell and directly lock his home.

Now, he has returned home, and it is too late to regret.

"Still inexperienced!" Chen Pingan couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. After all the calculations, there are still omissions.

Sure enough, this kind of thing still needs experienced hands to do it! Ordinary people can't bear it!

Fortunately, the dead were just a few ruffians of the Tiger Head Gang, not important characters. In this case, the Nanquan Lane Zhenfu Division will not intervene in the investigation. Even if they really intervene in the investigation, they will mostly perfunctorily handle it.

In the Nanquan Lane Zhenfu Division, the lives of ruffians are the least valuable. Nanquan Lane is not peaceful, and fights between gangs occur from time to time. It is not uncommon for a few ruffians to die like this.

"Even if a few ruffians are dead, it is estimated that it will be difficult for the Tiger Head Gang to investigate with all their strength. At most, the little tiger will be furious and investigate."

"One failure makes one wiser! Such mistakes must not be made again next time!"

Chen Pingan thought secretly.

After figuring out the key points, Chen Pingan wrote down the lesson, but the regret in his heart gradually dissipated.

"Fortunately, fortunately... Zheng Shiyong and Tan Huacong took advantage of my contribution, and I endured it. If I didn't endure it and acted in anger, the consequences would be disastrous!"

After the regret dissipated, Chen Pingan's heart was filled with relief.

Zheng Shiyong and Tan Huacong are different from the ruffian Liuer. If they died, the Nanquanlixiang Zhenfu Division would definitely take it very seriously. It's unacceptable that a formal officer died inexplicably! This is tantamount to a provocation to the Nanquanlixiang Zhenfu Division, and the superiors will definitely send special officers to investigate.

With the lesson just now, Chen Pingan is not confident that he can do things perfectly and hide from the Zhenfu Division's investigation.

Sure enough, impulse is the devil! You need to think twice before doing anything!

Sometimes, being patient is not weakness, but a great wisdom.

Sure enough, what you learn from books is shallow, and you must practice it yourself to know it.

Chen Pingan sighed in his heart.

He has a golden finger panel, and his future is promising. As long as he does not touch the principles and bottom line, there is no need to fight with others. When his martial arts realm continues to break through, what he thinks is a difficult problem now may become an easy thing to do in the future.

After thinking about this, Chen Pingan's previous depression was completely gone, and he felt suddenly enlightened.

After dealing with the traces under the stove, he simply wiped his body and went to bed.

After lying on the bed, Chen Pingan found that the little girl had not fallen asleep.

"Nannan, why are you still not asleep? Are you worried?" Chen Pingan said softly.

After experiencing such a scene during the day and seeing the blood on his body at night, it would be strange if the little girl could fall asleep.

"Brother, I am so worried about you."

The little girl turned around and hugged Chen Pingan, with a hint of crying in her voice.

"Nannan, don't worry." Chen Pingan also hugged Chen Erya and patted her back gently: "Brother will definitely protect himself and us. Not for himself, but for you, brother will do the same."

His parents are dead, and Chen Pingan can't imagine that if he is gone, in such a world, how will Chen Erya, a little girl, live and what kind of cruelty she will experience.

The world is so big, but there is no relative in sight! What kind of loneliness and solitude! ? What kind of sadness and grief! ?

For Nannan, for himself, for both of them, he will definitely live well and live gloriously.

Definitely!

He swore!

Perhaps it was infected by Chen Pingan's emotions, or perhaps it was because Chen Pingan patted her back and she felt very safe, the little girl finally fell asleep gradually.

Holding Chen Erya in his arms, Chen Pingan's heart was full of tenderness.

With her, he would not be lonely in this world!

When he killed the rogue Liu'er, he didn't have to take off his hood. But he took it off in the end. His revenge for Chen Erya was not only physical, but also psychological.

The purpose of taking off the hood was to let the rogue Liu'er know why he died! Instead of dying in a muddle.

Only in this way, when the rogue Liu'er knew why, Chen Ping'an's heart would be smooth and his revenge would be meaningful.

Lying on the bed, hugging Chen Erya, Chen Ping'an's mind kept recalling the details of the night, reviewing the mistakes and omissions, and learning lessons.

Experienced people also came from novices! As long as he is improving, one day he will be admired!

......

Early in the morning of the second day, Chen Ping'an finished practicing the locust stone and prepared to go out after breakfast.

Before going out, he gave Chen Erya a few extra instructions, asking her to hide at home and never go out. If someone from the Tiger Head Gang came to the door, as long as it was reasonable, she would cooperate as much as possible and try not to anger the other party.

No matter how much, the scoundrel Liu'er is a small leader of the Tiger Head Gang. Once his death is discovered, there will be some waves. Especially in the Lihua Lane controlled by Little Tiger, it may not be too peaceful.

The Tiger Head Gang has influence in several streets and lanes, among which Lihua Lane is under the full responsibility of Little Tiger, one of the three guardians.

Listening to Chen Ping'an's instructions, Chen Erya seemed to have foreseen something and nodded solemnly.

After Chen Ping'an left home, he was always thinking about the little girl at home. Although he knew that the problem was not big, he still couldn't help but worry.

For example, will Chen Erya be in trouble when she is alone at home?

Will Little Tiger suspect him of the death of the scoundrel Liu'er?

Will there be any capable people in the Tiger Head Gang who can directly trace his home through clues?

All of the above made Chen Ping'an a little uneasy.

At this moment, he really hoped that he was the leader of the Nanquan Lane Zhenfu Division. If he is a bad leader, the Tiger Head Gang would be too busy trying to please him, how dare they offend him, why should he worry about these things! ?

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Maybe some big guys will leave a message, saying that the writing is really rubbish, and you still want to advance?

My level is limited and I can’t compare with the great platinum. But compared with the punk, the big guys who have written part-time should know that this follow-up data is actually pretty good at this stage. It is definitely above the average.