Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

Then quietly kowtow to the spiritual tablet three times and nine times, paying homage to his dead biological father and the ancestors of his biological father.

Fang Yuan is very precocious and precocious, but he is still a seven-year-old child after all.

He didn't know that Fang's father had noticed the child's strange behavior long ago, and followed him quietly, seeing the scene of the child worshiping secretly.

When Fang's father stepped forward, Fang Yuan panicked, feeling that he had done something wrong, broke the rules, and would be severely punished by his stepfather.

Unexpectedly, Fang's father is also a man of capacity, he said to Yuan Yuan:

"You child, who is only seven years old, obviously lives in someone else's family, but does not forget his ancestors. He has his own ambition and persistence at a young age, and he will definitely not be a thing in the pool in the future."

"It's just that your little sister Fang Fang is unruly and willful. I'm afraid she won't be able to succeed in the future. If you really do something in the future, don't forget to take care of her."

From then on, Fang's father regarded Fang Yuan as his own son, treated him like his own son, and began to teach him how to do business.

Fang Fang, who was originally the apple of the eye of the Fang family, suddenly shared his father's favor equally, and naturally felt resentful.

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When the young woman Fang Fang mentioned this matter, she still had some complaints in her heart:

"My father once talked about this with the guests after drinking one day, and I happened to overhear..."

"But he is not fair at all, obviously I am my own."

When Fang Fang said this, her eyebrows almost frowned:

"For example, the will made before the death of both my father and stepmother said that the family's shop in the Antique Street would be handed over to my stepson Fangyuan, and I could only get some antiques and property as a dowry."

"The value of the two seems to be five to five cents, and the difference is almost the same, but the antique shops in the imperial capital are not ordinary. They are obviously golden hens that lay eggs, but they are allotted to Fangyuan. I am not convinced."

The young woman Fang Fang spoke angrily, but she didn't notice that the corners of Wan Ronghua's mouth could not help but rise slightly.

What kind of golden hen laying eggs... This Fang Fang, didn't consider that the store may lose money in business?

Whether it is a golden hen or not depends on whose hands it is in.

Chapter 140 Chapter 134 Blood Moon Fishing

Wan Ronghua squinted his eyes and suppressed the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

Fang Yuan Fang Fang's father is actually one of his opponents in the business field.

Although Fang's father's antique business is not big, far inferior to Wan Ronghua's, he does have a bit of foresight.

For example, Fang's father took a big gamble and spent a lot of money trying to buy the bloody sun map, which is indeed nothing special.

It's just that although his eyesight is good, it's a pity that he can't grasp the blood day map, and in the end the Wan family's enshrined sword ghost snatched it away.

Father Fang's eyesight is not bad.

For example, his own daughter, Fang Fang, really doesn't have much talent in antique appraisal.

This Fang Fang kept saying that the value of the shop and antique property was [-]-[-].

But this batch of antiques later fell into Wan Ronghua's hands. He specially invited a special appraiser to appraise them, and their value is not low.

In fact, the value of Fang's antique shop and antique property is about thirty-seven.

This is human nature.

After all, no matter how much Fang's father valued Fang Yuan, he was still a stepson, so he was naturally inferior to his own daughter.

And if the antique shop falls into Fang Fang's hands, it may not be worth three cents.

"Fang'er, don't talk about these annoying things, let's go home."

Wan Ronghua walked back with his young and beautiful concubine in his arms.

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Imperial City Antique Street.

Like Caishikou, Antique Street is quite famous in the imperial capital.

Although this antique street is not very big, there are antique shops on both sides, and there are also street vendors along the street, which is quite lively.

There are many ancient relics, relics and foreign objects here, as well as some jade excavated from the ground.

Occasionally, when someone digs out a top-grade spirit stone, it can even alarm the immortal cultivators to come.

There are many tomb robbers selling stolen goods here, and gamblers who want to try their luck. It is considered a bustling street with a lot of people in the entire imperial capital.

On this day, the scorching sun was shining brightly, but an old man followed the crowd and came here alone.

His purpose today is to fish.

Fishing with that blood moon chart.

Now that he already knew that the sword ghost was worshiped by Wanjia, and there were Wanjia's antique shops in this antique street, so he hawked in the street at will, and the news would probably reach the sword ghost soon.

Qiao Mu glanced at the antique stalls along the street, found an open space in the corner, and squatted by the roadside like other hawkers.

It's just that he just squatted down, and something happened that made him dumbfounded.

A passerby saw him squatting down, so he stopped for a moment, took out a few copper plates from his purse, and threw them on the ground in front of Qiao Mu.

If one person does it, the latter will follow suit.

"Well, now that the court is exhausted, every natural disaster will lead to famine, although the imperial capital is better than other areas, but no matter where it is, there are hard-working people."

"Master, take it easy, the sun is so bright, don't get dizzy."

While Qiao Mu was in a daze, several pedestrians in front of him had already dropped copper coins, causing him to touch his old face in astonishment.

"Is that how I look like a beggar?" He was speechless.

Although Qiao Mu changed his appearance with his flesh and blood, it was only a partial change, so at this time his appearance was indeed approaching that of a 90-year-old ordinary old man.

Now his face is full of wrinkles, the corners of his eyes are drooping, and his long hair is already snow-white. He is indeed a very old man.

At noon when the scorching sun was hanging high, this old man with a senile appearance squatted like this... Doesn't it make people feel pity?

"I'm really not a beggar."

Qiao Mu coughed lightly, quickly took out a scroll from his bosom, and spread it gently on the ground.

"The picture of the blood moon volleying in the sky, an ancient painting hundreds of years ago, is worth ten thousand taels of silver, take a look and have a look."

He howled like this, and there was a big circle in front of him.

"I thought it was an old beggar, but it turned out to be an old liar?"

The faces of those passers-by suddenly changed, and some even squatted down to retrieve the coins they had just dropped, but Qiao Mu didn't care.

Mr. Qiao is fishing, and those who wish to take the bait.

He didn't come to sell paintings at all, but to fish.

"This painting can be sold for ten thousand taels of silver? Is your painting made of gold, or is the scroll made of gold?" Some passers-by mocked.

Qiao Mu didn't care, just sat there quietly, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

This blood moon picture can make a warrior like him fall into hallucinations, and his blood will surge.

But for Fang Yuan, a ninth-rank martial artist, or an ordinary person who has not practiced martial arts, it is just an ordinary painting. The artistic conception of the painting is not bad, but it is ridiculous to say that it is worth tens of thousands of taels.

"Deliberately calling out a sky-high price to please the public? Old man, you are clever, but it's a pity that you made a wrong calculation." The peddler beside him shook his head:

"Naturally, there are many smart people in this world. Do you think it's useful just to call a sky-high price?"

"Hehe, it's up to you whether you can sell it or not." Qiao Mu was cheerful and in a good mood.

Time passed quickly, and the flow of people kept passing by.

Occasionally, some passers-by stopped, attracted by the blood moon volley, and among them was even a warrior of the sixth or seventh rank.

It's just that after asking the price, they all shook their heads and left.

Ten thousand taels of silver for a painting is outrageous.

If this painting is not in a street stall, but in a luxuriously decorated antique shop, it may still have some credibility, at least it will make people take a serious look at it.

But on the side of the road... Naturally, no one cares.

Only the Wanjia antique shop in that street, a few people came out, glanced at them casually, their faces changed slightly, but they also left quickly.

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Sword Demon has been a little absent-minded for the past few days, his thoughts fluctuate from time to time, and he is a little dazed.

Ever since he watched Qiao Zhong's execution and ran into an envoy from the so-called "Budo League" that night, his life had already entered a torrent.

"Sage Wu is dead." He murmured:

"But it is real to use martial arts to enter Taoism."

That night, after meeting the envoy of the Martial Arts League, he was greatly shocked, and accepted the invitation to become a member of the "Martial Arts League".

"The body of the 'Taoist' King Qin is not like a human body at all, it has already exceeded the limit of the human body."

"My generation of martial arts masters are not necessarily stronger than fourth-rank martial arts masters in terms of strength, strength and skill. At most, some martial arts masters may live longer and have more accumulation."

"Perhaps, this is another path that is different from the path of refining gods..."

While Sword Demon was meditating, an envoy from the Wan family rushed over and interrupted his thinking.

"On the Antique Street, there seems to be a picture of a blood moon volleying in the sky by a painter of refining gods?" The sword ghost suddenly became interested.

Whether it is the Martial Arts League or martial arts, it is too far away for him.

If he can get the blood moon map that is suspected to be of the same origin as the blood sun map, maybe he can go one step further...

Chapter 141 Chapter 135

Wanjia mansion.

"A blood moon map that seems to have the same source as the blood sun map appeared? Sword Demon is going to Antique Street?"

Wan Ronghua, who had just learned about this incident, suddenly recalled the past.

Sword Demon is one of Wanjia's worshippers, and his status is not low.

The so-called masters of refining gods are all at the third rank.

There are nine ranks of warriors in the world, and the Nine Ranks martial arts system was actually established by the Dayan Dynasty in imitation of the Nine Ranks official system.

The powerful officials of the third rank and above are placed above the Great Yan Dynasty Hall, and they are already high-level court officials from the top to the top, with high positions and weights.

As long as the martial arts masters are innocent, they can become a third-rank martial official if they join the imperial court.

Even for loose officials with no real power, their salary and status are naturally good at this level.

As for Sword Demon, he is a martial artist with dirty hands.

Of course, as long as he is strong enough, even if he can't become a martial official of the imperial court, he can still become one of the worshipers of a wealthy family like Wanjia, and he can still eat and drink hot food.

In particular, the sword ghost's rare witnessing technique is a martial art that can kill people invisible.

Over the past few years, Wan Ronghua has saved a lot of trouble by relying on the sword ghost's extraordinary martial arts skills.

For example, the antique dealer whose surname was Fang was attracted by the sword ghost because of the picture of the blood sun, and then Wan Ronghua snatched it up and wiped it out.

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Antique Street.

Qiao Mu squatted casually by the side of the road, howling from time to time, calling for the picture of the blood moon on the stall.

Most of the passers-by just stopped for a moment, attracted by the blood moon picture, but after hearing Qiao Mu's exorbitant price, they all turned around and left quickly, and almost no one even tentatively bargained for the price.

It wasn't until the sun set that four or five rank warriors gradually appeared. Presumably, the news that he was peddling the blood moon map had already spread in the antique street of the imperial capital.

"Master, isn't your price too outrageous? Can't it be cheaper?" A cold voice asked.

Qiao Mu looked up, his eyes suddenly brightened.

Yes, the Lord has come.

The visitor was a burly and tall man with a saber and a wine gourd hanging from his waist, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were piercing and cold.

It was the fourth-grade martial artist Sword Demon described by Fang Yuan.

When Qiao Mu was looking at Sword Ghost, Sword Ghost was also looking at the old man in front of him.