Chapter 21 - Then I Have No Choice But to Avenge Them

"歼星舰?"九千岁有些困惑,以前没有听说过这个词,但他大致知道这一定是非常强大的东西.他低着头,不敢说话.陈夏再次拍了拍九千老者的肩膀,轻笑道."你们这些家伙,就是喜欢把别人当傻子.我不仅训练我的身体,还训练我的大脑.我怎么能只用你的几句话就被引诱去与那个仙人战斗呢?九千岁老者干笑一声,意图暴露无遗,不知道该如何回应.沉默片刻后,他只能说:"其实,趁仙仙隐居的时候趁机出击,确实是个好时机,俗话说'趁热打铁'!""我更喜欢公平的决斗,"陈夏回答道,然后摇头补充道."此外,他没有'生病'.如果他真的是,那么我收回我刚才说的话."呵呵,"九千岁老人强忍着笑声,低着头,没有再说什么.陈夏的话明确表示,他不会出手去杀那位仙人.所以九千岁老也不敢再劝说,生怕惹恼陈夏,让自己一拳打死.看到九千岁老者低着头沉默不语,陈夏也摇了摇头,觉得无聊,转身离开.他并不是真的害怕那个所谓的其他仙人.即使他真的从隐居中出来,那又怎样?最坏的情况是,陈夏会先找个地方把自己封闭起来,死死隐居.几百年后,他会出来,将那仙人的飞剑打成碎片.复仇可以等几百年,一千还早,万还能接受.想到这里,陈夏忍不住说出了那些会影响他以后人生的话."只要我比你们都活得久,我就会立于不败之地."这确实是有道理的.　　He swung his hands and walked out of the imperial city, plunging into the world.　　Statues of him were everywhere in the capital.　　It has to be said, they really didn't look like him.　　Even if Chen Xia stood next to the statue, others might not recognize him.　　But this also made his travels convenient, as no one would disturb him if they couldn't recognize him.　　Experts from the Patrol Department, disguised and hiding around, were very nervously looking around to ensure that the National Master was satisfied with his tour.　　Chen Xia didn't have any particular satisfaction or dissatisfaction; he was just looking around. In fact, the world was the same everywhere, but it was interesting when there was more of a human touch.　　Not far away, a vendor holding a stick of candied fruit was shouting, selling not the ordinary candied hawthorn but fruit ones.　　But business was not very good, probably because the price of fruit was high, so the pricing was high too, resulting in ordinary people not being able to afford it, and only some young ladies from families came to buy.　　Chen Xia strolled over and asked with a smile, "How much for your candied fruit?"　　The vendor quickly replied, "Ten Wen."　　Chen Xia leaned against the wall and chatted with the vendor casually.　　"Your price is a bit high. The fruit is in season, and the sugar syrup is not expensive. It would be appropriate to sell it for eight Wen."　　"But I'm talking about the old prices, which may not apply now. You can do as you please."　　The vendor saw that Chen Xia was polite, and business was not good at the moment, so he just started chatting.　　"You used to sell candied fruit, you seem to know the trade."　　"No," Chen Xia shook his head and replied with a light smile, "I used to be a constable, and I confiscated candied fruit."　　The vendor's smile froze, pointing at the candied fruit stick, puzzled, "You're going to confiscate this too?"　　"Well," Chen Xia nodded, explaining, "Mainly because I'm greedy. I wait for him to close the stall, confiscate the candied fruit stick, eat one or two, return it to him the next day, and then confiscate it again when I want to eat it later."　　"Hey, it's not a big deal to eat a candied fruit. How much does it cost? Why not just buy it?"　　"You don't understand," Chen Xia still shook his head, leaning against the wall, smiling and continuing.　　"Because getting it for free is really refreshing."　　The vendor was stunned, nodding as if he understood, "Also... that's true."　　There was silence between the two for a while, with nothing to say, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.　　The vendor dryly laughed and found another topic, "Do you want candied fruit? I'll give it to you at the price you said, eight Wen each."　　"No," Chen Xia still shook his head gently, "It doesn't taste the same if it's not for free, and moreover..."　　He patted his pocket, "I have no money."　　"Haha," the vendor took Chen Xia as joking, "You are really funny."　　"Thank you for the compliment," Chen Xia replied politely, leaning against the wall with no intention of leaving, thinking quietly.　　People who have experienced a lot like to reminisce.　　In fact, reminiscing doesn't bring out much, and after thinking, there are all kinds of sighs, and thoughts are in turmoil.　　It's simply a sign of being bored.　　But Chen Xia was just bored.　　"A candied snow pear, please," a gentle and playful voice sounded nearby.　　The vendor quickly replied, "Coming right up, just a moment!"　　He reached for a large candied fruit wrapped with snow pears and handed it to the girl in front of him.　　Chen Xia looked up.　　She was a pretty girl in a pear-yellow dress, with a jade hairpin on her head, smiling sweetly, talking to her companion.　　Full of youthful energy.　　But that's about it.　　Chen Xia has lived for decades and has seen too many beauties. A pretty girl like this has no attraction to him.　　That's what he thought.　　But when he saw the girl take the whole candied snow pear into her mouth.　　Chen Xia felt like asking for her contact information.　　Mainly because she could hold it so well.　　Fortunately, Chen Xia's decades of temperament were not in vain, and he quickly stabilized his emotions and curbed this immature thought.　　The tense patrol experts around were panicked at this moment, constantly communicating.　　"The National Master has looked at that girl many times, what if..."　　"Does anyone know whose daughter this girl is?"　　"Seems like the daughter of a seventh-rank civil official."　　...　　The patrol experts tried their best to guess what Chen Xia was thinking, but they didn't dare to act rashly, fearing Chen Xia would be unhappy.　　"Miss, that person seems to be looking at you all the time," said the maid.　　"What?" the playful girl asked with a mouthful of candied snow pear, speaking unclearly.　　"The young master over there," the maid turned her head, indicating for her mistress to look.　　So the playful girl foolishly turned around and just met Chen Xia's gaze.　　Her face quickly turned red, and she quickly turned her head, pretending to tidy her pear-yellow dress.　　"It really seems like he's staring at me. He can't be interested in me, right? Why is he always looking? At least turn your head."　　"He seems very handsome, but I didn't see clearly. Should I turn around and take another look?"　　The playful girl quickly patted her cheeks.　　"No, no, I must be reserved, I can't turn around again."　　This was the inner thought of the playful girl.　　"She can hold it so well," was Chen Xia's inner thought.　　The playful girl quickened her pace, wanting to leave quickly.　　Chen Xia also detached from the wall, preparing to leave.　　The intersection of the two should have ended according to the theory.　　But the plot of unease always has many accidents.　　The moment Chen Xia walked away.　　A whistling sound of breaking air arose, pulling a fierce howl.　　An arrow came shooting, straight at Chen Xia's head!　　The patrol experts' expressions were horrified, and they hurriedly made a move, trying to intercept the arrow.　　But they were all slow.　　Fortunately, the arrow stopped.　　Held in Chen Xia's single hand.　　Applause sounded, and an old man in his sixties walked slowly out of the restaurant, exclaiming,　　"The power of the immortal is indeed extraordinary."　　"Who are you?" Chen Xia asked in confusion.　　The old man with a smile replied, "An overseas Qi practitioner."　　That made sense.　　Chen Xia nodded, "Here for revenge, your concealment technique is pretty good, I didn't notice at all."　　Mainly, he didn't expect that there were still people daring to assassinate him now.　　The old man, holding a cane, still had a smile on his face, and replied easily, "Just two people, it's not really revenge, just a bit unwilling, coming to settle accounts with the immortal."　　After all, outside the border, Chen Xia killed fifty-six overseas Qi practitioners, none were left.　　"Well, then I can only collect two more lives," Chen Xia replied calmly, and casually crushed the arrow in his hand into powder.　　"This is the capital of the capital," the old man said, looking around, "This is a downtown area, within five kilometers, there are ten thousand people living."　　"When you kill us, do you want to consider the lives of these ten thousand people?"　　Chen Xia scratched his head, really a bit troubled, shaking his head and saying,　　"I didn't expect that you all knew I was a good person, it's really not good."　　The old man's mouth corner raised a proud smile, and he said again,　　"Our overseas Qi practitioners cultivate mostly the divine powers and techniques of the battlefield, seeking the greatest power and the widest range. Even if I can't kill ten thousand people next, killing two or three thousand is not a big problem."　　"Are you willing to let these two or three thousand people die?"　　The old man suddenly turned his head, pointing to the pretty girl in the pear-yellow dress, sneering,　　"As long as I cast the spell, the fastest to die will be this woman, can you bear it?!"　　Women will arouse men's sympathy, and beautiful women even more.　　The old man's mouth gradually revealed a ferocious smile, "I only need less than half a breath to cast the spell, do you think it's possible to kill me completely in less than half a breath?!"　　Chen Xia cooperated and shook his head, he really couldn't kill completely, because even if the head was pierced, the human body would still have a brief vitality and would not die instantly.　　This is unavoidable, unless directly crushing the old man into powder.　　The old man laughed and looked at Chen Xia thinking, his face was full of pride, his hands on the cane, grinning and saying.　　"Well, let's start negotiating the conditions."　　"There's no way," Chen Xia suddenly shook his head, very helplessly said.　　"I can only avenge these two or three thousand people, to comfort their spirits in heaven."　　The old man's pupils shrank instantly, questioning, "Do you want these two or three thousand people to die?"　　"Limited ability, sorry," Chen Xia said helplessly, while also correcting his attitude and explaining.　　"But I will definitely avenge them!"　　"You are the national master of the Great Song, how can you have such thoughts, you should protect these people at all costs!" The old man roared.　　"Have you read too many novels?" Chen Xia frowned, "You want to kill, and I can't stop it, so I have to kill you."　　"You can stop it, as long as you promise..."　　"No, I won't promise," Chen Xia didn't wait for the old man to finish, directly retorted, while smiling.　　"My life, never compromises for others."　　The old man clenched the cane with both hands, gritted his teeth, and continued, "But you are the national master of the Great Song!"　　"So I will avenge them," Chen Xia replied.　　"Do you want to kill two or three thousand people for your own willfulness?!" The old man almost roared, questioning Chen Xia.　　"No." Chen Xia shook his head, "It's not me who kills them, it's you, and I also have a sentence to give you."　　Chen Xia cleared his throat, brewed for a while, and said.　　"Do you want to kill all the Qi practitioners for your own willfulness?!"