The early summer of this year came very early, and Qiu Xing was still delivering medicinal materials to Chen Jiu, but she never saw him again.
Lao Cao was drunk every day, except for buying wine, he was never seen again.
Chen Jiu sat outside the pavilion every day, with a smile on his face again. He smiled and greeted the guests, except Xu Wu.
So the punch he received was extremely heavy.
Chen Jiu got up and wiped the blood, not taking it seriously.
Gou Lan relaxed his guard a little.
He would help Lao Cao deliver the food every day, and after watching the old man finish eating, he would go fishing by the Huai River for a while.
The fish caught will be put back by him again.
Sometimes the Huai River will turn up a big wave, almost to set off the boathouse, and Chen Jiu is standing on the edge of the Huai River.
Watch the tide ebb and flow.
Mrs. Gui often summoned him now, telling him to go to work in various parts of the shipyard. He went to some places that he couldn't go to before, and he had a general look at the things that he couldn't see.
He took a look at the oiran, he was indeed extremely beautiful, he didn't know if he deserved the phrase "Heaven has mercy on your face, but you are not allowed to grow old".
But one night, when he was ordered to visit the oiran, he saw that the oiran was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, with the needle and thread flying in his hands, sewing something.
Chen Jiu looked up.
The oiran has a smooth face, no mouth, no nose, no eyes.
She was sewing a piece of dough.
The oiran took this extremely beautiful face leisurely, turned to look at Chen Jiu who was standing at the door, and asked softly, "Is it beautiful?"
Chen Jiu smiled, "Don't disgust me."
He turned and left.
The oiran narrowed his eyes and said softly, "You really deserve to be under Mrs. Gui's hands."
Chen Jiu walked out of the boathouse slowly, and he finally understood why people in Goulan kept dying, and those who died were all pretty women.
He is raising this painted skin female ghost.
This made him feel even more disgusted.
He stood by the railing of the shipyard, looking at his reflection in the water, expressionless.
After staying here for a long time, it seems that he is not very good at smiling.
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There is often a wave at the edge of the Huai River, there is no sign of it, and it is inexplicable. Sometimes the wave is huge, and high waves are sprinkled, which will wet all the guests in the boathouse.
Chen Jiu found a big umbrella and stood it where he was sitting, like a shop to block the scorching sun and spray.
Today's tide is so huge that even the shipyard is shaking, it is extremely frightening.
In a teahouse far away, a man in white was sitting on the wooden railing on the top floor, gently shaking his folding fan, his feet dangling outside, watching the waves of the Huaihe River in the distance, and said with a smile: "The black python turned over again."
His complexion suddenly changed.
A flying sword hung in front of him.
A cold woman stood at the hilt of the sword.
The man in white raised his hands, squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "Fairy Bai, please speak up if you have something to say."
Bai Zhi stepped on the flying sword, expressionless, "Gu Sanchong, this black python demon pill is mine now."
The chief disciple of the Han Han Sect named Gu Sanzhong was quite helpless, and explained: "Fairy Bai, this opportunity is not how to handle it..."
The tip of the sword approached a little closer.
"mine."
Bai Zhi repeated again.
Gu Sanzhong sighed, he was so helpless, so he had no choice but to say again: "Actually, the fortune teller from Ziqimen, the old blind man from Wuxian Mountain, and Liao Zhiye from Wuxia Mountain all wanted this opportunity to break through the gold mine. Dan bottlenecked."
In a few words, all the big monks who wanted to snatch the opportunity this time have been sold.
Bai Zhi only said lightly, "I'll talk to them." But he still stared at Gu Sanchong.
Gu Sanzhong could only shake his head, "I dare not compete with Fairy Bai."
The flying sword receded in an instant and disappeared without a trace.
Gu Sanzhong opened the folding fan, sighed, thinking it was dangerous.
"Gu Daoyou, you are too loyal."
An old blind man in rough clothes was standing beside the wooden fence unconsciously, holding a copper coin in his hand and rubbing it constantly.
Gu Sanzhong's expression straightened, "You also saw that Fairy Bai hung a flying sword on my head to force me to say it, and I have no other choice."
The old blind man was too lazy to waste words with Gu Sanzhong, who was notoriously poor-mouthed on the mountain, and asked instead: "Aren't you going to grab the opportunity of this Nascent Soul?"
Gu Sanzhong shook the folding fan and said with a light smile, "I only said I dare not, but I didn't say I wouldn't snatch it."
The old blind man was rather curious, "Aren't you afraid that Baizhi will strike you with a sword at that time?"
Gu Sanzhong looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, "So what if I get hit by a sword? Anyway, when the time comes, I will grab the black python demon pill, so I will run straight away. If I can't, I will go to the academy. Cut me in the face of the sage of the Academy."
The old blind man was quite speechless, he was silent for a while, and then asked: "The black python really has no hope of breaking through the bottleneck of the golden core and turning into a dragon?"
Gu Sanzhong laughed and said, "Otherwise why are we here?"
If the black python can transform into dragons and move clouds and spread rain, it will naturally become a righteous god of mountains and rivers with a radius of thousands of miles in Qingfeng City. Let alone its Yuanying cultivation level at that time, even the Taoist temple will protect it.
Not to mention these Golden Core cultivators, even if they called the celestial beings from the sect, they could only pinch their noses and pretend to be cowardly.
After all, no one wants to be slapped by a sage in the academy.
The old blind man suddenly sighed, "It's a pity for this black python."
Gu San nodded, "If it doesn't forcibly spread the clouds and rain, and if it just walks the Jianghua Jiao honestly, after walking the Huaihe River, it will be a real Nascent Soul Jiaolong."
The old blind man continued: "However, it has accumulated merits for itself by spreading clouds and rain. When it transforms into a dragon, it is estimated that the sages of the palace will watch it."
Gu Sanzhong doesn't care, "Just watch it, anyway, there is no hope of turning into a flood dragon, and it will die on its own without my hands. gone."
The old blind man smiled, then suddenly changed the subject and said, "There are some evildoers in this city."
Gu Sanzhong turned his head and asked curiously: "Why, do you still want to be a demon guard?"
The old blind man shook his head, "It's annoying to see it, but it's not enough to do it."
He has lost his chivalry.
Gu Sanzhong opened the folding fan, smiled lightly and said, "Leave this kind of thing to the Taoist priests. After all, Taoist priests like to go down the mountain to subdue demons, but I'm afraid that if they are careless, they will be subdued by demons, haha."
The old blind man rubbed the copper coin in his hand, and said calmly: "Do you dare to say this in front of the great Taoist master?"
Gu Sanzhong quickly stopped his smile, and looked straight, "I want to live a few more years."
The old blind man remained silent, his closed eyes looked towards the city, which was the direction where Bai Zhi's flying sword went just now.
There is a Mr. Yin Yang who runs a shop and helps people tell fortunes.
Now Mr. Yin Yang is being pointed at the head by Fei Jian with a dazed expression on his face.
Pedestrians around kept coming and going, as if turning a deaf ear.
Mr. Yin Yang said kindly, "Fairy Bai, this opportunity is for those who are destined. Everyone has the opportunity to try it. It's not this kind of snatching method of driving people away. Even if you drive me away, you still don't have the opportunity." Come on, you can't get either."
The woman standing on the flying sword only said one word.
"roll."
Mr. Yin and Yang, Fu Hua, one head and two big.
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Chen Jiu no longer practiced boxing, and sat at the gate of Goulan every day like an old monk in meditation, smiling and saying hello to anyone passing by.
He visited the painted skin female ghost twice more.
Once Mrs. Gui asked him to go, and once he went by himself.
When Mrs. Gui called him, he only stayed at the door for a while.
When he went by himself, he walked into the house and asked a word to the mouthless, noseless, and eyeless oiran.
"How many people did you kill?"
The oiran picked up the mask and covered his face, smiled tactfully, lay down on the chair slowly, showing an amazing arc, and frowned, like a memory.
"one two three..."
She chuckled lightly, and hummed, "I can't count the number of slave families, but the slave family's face is so beautiful, at least there are hundreds of people."
Chen Jiu turned around and left.
He clenched his fist tightly and didn't turn his head. He was afraid that if he turned his head, he wouldn't be able to hold back and beat the painted-skinned female ghost to death.