Chapter 145

A man on the left, nine feet high, with a magnificent figure, a rough beard and a red wine gourd hanging around his waist, is the young commander Sima Wuji.

"I really let you guess. Luo Chuan really dares to do it." Sima Wuji smiled and said to the humanity around him: "Ren Xian, you see, people's abilities are getting better and better."

Ren Xianjing stood still with no sign of fluctuation on his face: "birds of a feather flock together. Young Marshal, did you forget the situation when Zhou buchen broke into the Apocalypse capital that day?"

"Hahaha, how could I forget. If I hadn't gone to the netherworld ghost path to catch the ice demon Yin cicada that day and came late, how could Zhou buchen break into the Apocalypse capital. The unlucky Nanyou Godson wouldn't have died." Sima Wuji seemed to like to laugh and drank wine: "On the first day, Luo Chuan destroyed the transmission Taoist academy, seriously injured the monitoring envoy, and killed more than 200 imps, which severely threatened the fools of xingtiandao society. His hegemony was even better than that week's bad minister."

"If the Young Marshal hadn't kept his hand before, he would have only used less than 30% of Luo Chuan's skill, creating the illusion that it was difficult to distinguish between the two. The Tianxing Taoist society wouldn't be so anxious to give Luo Chuan a threat to suppress the Young Marshal." Ren Xian said lightly: "In the end, you hurt yourself. However, fortunately, Lord Ning is not in Beijing, otherwise you won't fall into the Young Marshal's trap so easily. I have to say that there are no people in Tianxing Taoist society except Lord Ning."

"It takes at least half a month to recover from the loss of his life. Although the more than 200 people are not the elite of Tianxing, they can also make Ning Tianxing busy for a while." Sima Wuji whispered a smile: "As for that Luochuan... Although he has realized the meaning of momentum, he is only the first rank of Zhendan after all, and his strength is only about the top 30 of the green immortals list. This man is more than domineering and lack of strategy. It's more than enough to be a fierce general in charge. Ren Xian, if you have a chance, put him in prison before he goes to the Taoist temple to die."

"That's what I mean."

……

As Bai Yiqing walked along a long street, Luo Chuan saw songberlin, ferry, and a lake with white jade like sparkling light in the afternoon sun.

The huge lake is like a mirror. In the center of the lake stands a sandbar.

Luochuan overlooks the sandbar and sees the pavilions standing on the sandbar and the city square in order. People constantly rush to the sandbar by boat from the lake ferry.

"Where is it?"

"For your convenience, little Lord Luo specially opened a Dan ware shop in Tianqi Beijing. The Dan ware shop is on the white bat sandbar, which is one of the three major business areas in Tianqi Beijing. Every inch of land is worth every inch of money. Little Lord Luo paid a lot for buying that building." Bai Yiqing smiled.

"Aunt is here too?" Luo Chuan asked.

Bai Yiqing smiled without saying anything.

Luo Chuan loosened his hand, turned to her crisp waist, and jumped to the middle of the lake.

"Luochuan, you have to take a boat to cross the lake."

Bai Yiqing's words had just been spoken, and his body had swept over the shore and boarded the sandbar in the twinkling of an eye.

"What's the matter? The lake is easy to live." Luo Chuan asked strangely.

"No. in the Apocalypse capital, white monks, that is, monks without grade, have to walk up the mountain, take a boat across the lake, and don't ride on the street." Bai Yiqing looked back at the calm lake and spit out his sweet tongue playfully: "Fortunately, it should not have been found. Luochuan, there are many rules in Apocalypse capital. Those monitoring friars are like flies and mice. They are very annoying."

Luo Chuan frowned. He was used to it at will in the empty mountain world. He was a little uncomfortable after listening to Bai Yiqing's words.

In front of him, there were docks and docks. Friars carried swords, walked through the docks and swept to the distant city square. The guys carrying goods on the docks were strong and their temples were high. They looked like they had skills.

Luo Chuan glanced over and saw several middle-aged guys who had the skills of small ethereal realm. If they were in Baiyujing, they would be quasi first-class experts and could be disciples of the princes' family. But in tianqijing, they could only help friars carry goods.

"Come with me and I'll take you to Luo's house." Bai Yiqing took Luo Chuan's hand and plundered to the city square.

Entering the market square of baibat sandbank, Luo Chuan suddenly felt like returning to the most prosperous Dongfang in Baiyujing. He saw that the spacious streets were crowded, all kinds of shops were exquisite, and there were all kinds of restaurants and teahouses. From time to time, there were voices of monks and shopkeepers haggling over prices.

"Don't run!"

"Bold! Don't stop!"

The sound of drinking and scolding sounded.

The girl with a big package on her back ran in front, looking flustered and anxious. Several streamers flashed behind her. In the twinkling of an eye, she caught up with the girl and turned into several monks in purple robes and round crowns.

Pop!

The girl was knocked to the ground by a slap. The monk who hit him grasped the power accurately. He didn't hurt or kill the girl, but his cheeks bulged high.

"Little beast! You keep running!"

"There has long been a ban in Apocalypse capital. It is forbidden to set up stalls anywhere! Knowingly! Do you want to destroy the nine tribes!"

"Even ordinary people dare to set up a stall in central. Show me what good things you have brought."

A monitoring friar smiled grimly and was caught in the package in the girl's arms.

"No!" screamed the girl.

Pop!

Another slap flew the girl out, two teeth were knocked out, and her face was covered with blood.

After opening the package, the monitoring Friar's eyes brightened one by one, and he saw that there were three five petaled Ganoderma lucidum in the package. The green light was flowing, and the aroma was pungent. It was not a mortal thing.

"Good baby. It has a strong flavor, at least six products of Ganoderma lucidum."

"Tut Tut, at least three years of skill."

"Brothers, you don't have to practice hard until the end of next year."

"Give it back to me..." the girl trembled and struggled to get up. Her eyes were filled with tears. She begged: "that's for my father to cure his illness. Please, be kind and give it back to me..."

"Hum!" the chief supervision friar glanced at the girl indifferently: "you are a mere mortal. How can you have this thing?"

"Why ask? It must have been stolen. Or, in violation of the city regulations, steal up the forbidden mountain!"

"This is stolen goods! If you want to go back, don't think about it! Today, I'm in a good mood. Spare your dog's life! Get out!"

Several monitoring friars smiled and swaggered out with Ganoderma lucidum.

Several shopkeepers nearby looked at the girl sympathetically, but no one spoke. More monks turned a blind eye, or took a faint look and walked by without expression.

There is a strong contrast between the prosperous and beautiful Apocalypse Beijing square, which is full of monks, and the mortal girl with a bloody face and begging. The sunshine in autumn and winter afternoon shuttled through the thick clouds and fell on the girl's cheeks. The cold made her tremble.

I don't know where the courage came from. The girl cried and rushed to the supervising friar without hesitation: "give it back to me!"

"Dirty thing, get out!"

Disgust flashed in the eyes of the monitoring friar holding Ganoderma lucidum, and his other hand held strength and suddenly threw it at the girl. The power of the palm was enough to smash ten girls.

The girl closed her eyes in despair, tears streaming down her face.

Boom!

The surveillance friar flew out.

A woman as beautiful as a relegated fairy stood in front of the girl and slowly withdrew her hand. The snow-white Taoist robe fluttered in the wind and came out of the dust alone.

"Give it back to her." Bai Yiqing said faintly.

In the crowd, Luo Chuan smiled and walked to Bai Yiqing. Mingming is still worried about monitoring friars on the road, but at this time, he comes out for a mortal girl he doesn't know.

"Bold! You can't rebel!"

The monitoring monks were furious. When they saw Bai Yiqing, they were all dumb.

"What a beautiful little lady."

"Shh, keep your voice down. Don't you recognize her?"

"Who is she?"

"This nun is from the Qingchuan Danfa Pavilion. There was a lot of noise some time ago."

The supervision friars looked at Bai Yiqing, and it was not right to advance or retreat. On the contrary, Luo Chuan on one side became a supporting role.

Bai Yiqing rolled up her strength, inhaled Ganoderma lucidum into her hand and handed it to the girl.

The girl took it in a daze and then kowtowed her head: "fairy, help! Please help my father."

"What's wrong with him?"

"My father went to mine and was bitten by a ghost bat. The doctor said that only the magic medicine soul reviving pill can save him."

Bai Yiqing said, "I don't have the soul returning pill with me. Give me your address and send someone to send you the soul returning pill when I go back."

The girl was surprised and happy. Her face was grateful. Trembling, she handed the three Ganoderma lucidum to Bai Yiqing: "thank you for saving your life. Please accept it."

"It's just a six grade soul reviving pill. It's not worth so much." Bai Yiqing said.

The liupin soul reviving pill was understated by Bai Yiqing, while the monks who were watching were moved one after another, and they increasingly felt that Bai Yiqing was unattainable.

"Take it. If you don't take it, it's dangerous for her to take it." Luo Chuan said.

Bai Yiqing thought for a moment, nodded and said, "well, I'll take it. I'll compensate you for a few pills then."

"No, no! As long as it can save my father's life, it doesn't matter." the girl respectfully handed the Ganoderma lucidum to Bai Yiqing.

After giving the address, the girl turned and left. Bai Yiqing and Luo Chuan continued to move forward. Before leaving, Luo Chuan looked at the well-rounded monitoring friars who had built the foundation. His eyes flashed red, with a few warnings in his eyes.

Until then, the monitoring friars noticed Luo Chuan.

Under the age of 20, the cultivation of Zhendan realm is still walking with Bai Yiqing. Although they wear ordinary clothes, many childe brothers with strange temperament in Tianqi capital like this and don't play cards according to common sense.

"In the future, keep your eyes bright. If you meet this meddlesome childe, stay away."

"What bad luck! Let's go, let's go!"

Before long, Luo Chuan and Bai Yiqing came to a long street in the east of Shifang. To the east of long street is the East Bank of baibatsha Chau. The lake wind ripples, white water and green mountains. Overlooking the pavilion market on the other side, the scenery is very beautiful.

To Luo Chuan's surprise, the long street was very quiet. There was no third person except him and Bai Yiqing. In the whole street, there are only two or three open houses. The doors are deserted and there are no guests.

"That's Luo's house." Bai Yiqing smiled and pointed to an attic at the end of the long street and closest to the water bank.

The attic is three stories high and does not occupy a large area. A shop is opened at the front door. The plaque is engraved with the five characters "Roche Dan Qi Zhai".

Compared with the rest of the white bat sandbar shops seen all the way, this danqizhai is slightly shabby.

"The shop is small. Are you disappointed?"

"How come? I came to Apocalypse capital to save Zhou buchen, not to do business." Luo Chuandao.

"Well, how to rescue Zhou buchen? We'll sit down and discuss it slowly. I'll meet several people first. They all miss you very much." Bai Yiqing smiled.

Aunt Luo Fu's long lost face appeared in front of him. Luo Chuan was happy and went to "Luo house" with Bai Yiqing.

Before they approached the attic, a human figure whirled out of the attic. In the twinkling of an eye, he came to his body and hugged Luo Chuan's legs.

"Childe! You want to die a little plum!"

The ugly fat man hugged Luo Chuan's legs tightly, sniveling and crying.