lost book

Chapter 130
In fact, Jiang Ping cannot be entirely blamed for this. The reason why he is so cautious is not that this world is too dangerous, but also that demon cultivators are really unpleasant in the human world. If there is no other way, Jiang Ping will not return from the underground demon realm Between that.

Jiang Ping silently operated the Containing Qi Technique, and suppressed all the remaining demon power in his body, "What did you see just now?" Jiang Ping narrowed his eyes and stared at the beggar curled up in the corner.

"I, I saw you coming out of the ground. No! Monster, no, no! Hero, immortal! I...I didn't see anything! You, don't kill me!" the beggar cowardly argued.

Jiang Ping got an accurate answer, and he was relieved. Jiang Ping didn't have much to do and came to the front of the beggar. Don't abandon the world, and don't abandon yourself!
The fairy road is far away and endless, and there is no life to fight for three points!Don't give up, boy! "Jiang Ping's eyes were somewhat majestic, and the little beggar couldn't help trembling when he looked at him.

"Desperate for three-point fate?" The little beggar lowered his head and muttered to himself, his originally dim eyes seemed to have regained some light, and Jiang Ping had already disappeared when he looked up.

"Young man! Remember what happened today and don't spread it to outsiders. This is a secret between you and me. When we meet again, I hope you are already on the road to immortality!" Jiang Ping's voice rang in the little beggar's ear.

"When we meet again, I will definitely repay the kindness that the senior gave me today!" The little beggar muttered to himself, and he took out a broken sword from the rag bag behind him and put it in his hand, wondering what he was thinking about.

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Jiang Ping didn't know, because his words changed the life of a little beggar, "It seems that I have the potential to be a spiritual teacher." Jiang Ping thought with a little complacency.

He walked to the street and breathed the long-lost fresh air. The smell here is different from the fragrance of the soil in the underground demon realm. The air in the mortal world is full of this long-lost "human smell".

As the largest restaurant in Qingyan City, Wangjiang Tower is of course the first place Jiang Ping will visit when he returns to the world. There are many monks coming and going in Wangjiang Tower, but most of them are only low-level monks, and there are some quacks who come and go. .

Jiang Ping was wearing a purple brocade robe, with a bohemian smile on his face, and a jade pendant around his waist. It is embroidered with an auspicious cloud, and in his hand is a hollow jade bone fan.

A light red tassel hangs from the tail of the folding fan. Jiang Ping's attire is just like that of a dandy.

"Hey! Guest officer, do you want to be a sharpie, or stay in a hotel?" The waiter in Wangjiang Tower shook the towel and greeted Jiang Ping who was walking slowly, "Listen to the music!" Jiang Ping was familiar with the road Throwing out a silver ingot, he left Wangjiang Tower.

Xiao Er walked in front of Jiang Ping, and led Jiang Ping up to the third floor of the Wangjiang Tower, "It's a coincidence that you came here, guest officer, today is the place where our top oiran spends his time!" Jiang Ping took a sip of small Er had just poured tea for me, so he looked at the stage in the middle with great interest.

"Oh? Top singer, let's hear it."

"Speaking of this oiran flower self-admiration, it is an existence with both talents and looks. Not only is it beautiful like a fairy, but its singing is like the sound of heaven, which makes people unconsciously intoxicated by it. The guest officer is not me. You brag, when you hear the singing of the flowers, you will know what the sky is and what the sky sounds like."

"The sound of nature!"

"Yes, yes, it is the sound of nature! Let me tell you, guest officer"

"Okay, go and serve me two plates of dim sum and a pot of good wine!" Jiang Ping interrupted the waiter's chatter, and then took out a silver ingot and put it on the table. The waiter stopped talking when he saw the silver ingot. He picked up the silver ingot and ran away in a hurry.

Jiang Ping looked around, most of the people close to the stands were rich businessmen or dudes, while those around the windows were some quacks. Most of these people were desperadoes, so they all liked to sit near the windows.

First and foremost, the place near the window has a wide view, and you can see the surrounding situation at any time. Second, if there is any situation, it is easy for them to get out near the window. Jiang Ping saw this kind of person a lot when he was in Yipintang.

It's nothing more than some people who don't have the potential for cultivation, but don't want to make progress and practice some kung fu. They are incomparable with real martial arts.

What really interested Jiang Ping were the old men with gray beards. Although Jiang Ping couldn't use his demon power, his personal cultivation was still there.

Furthermore, his soul strength has not dropped at all. With his current soul strength, it is not even weaker than some monks in the foundation-building period. Jiang Ping just released a trace of spiritual consciousness, and he clearly felt that those old men had something Not weak mana fluctuations.

And their aura is very strange, there is a feeling that they don't fit in with the people around them. It's not that they have any fairy aura. If you have to describe it, their aura is like a magic stick selling talisman water.

"Thinking of you all day long but not seeing you, I hope you will never forget your old vows." The melodious and bleak singing sounded, this voice was like the cry of a lark, clear and pleasant, and the voice was obviously charming but sang a kind of poignant beauty Feel.

Just listening to this voice made people feel pity. Jiang Ping didn't feel much about it. Hua Zizheng slowly hugged a pipa and walked from behind the curtain to the front of the stage. She couldn't see her face clearly with a layer of veil.

When Hua Zishang came to the stage, the wine glass in Jiang Ping's hand shook, and a look of astonishment flashed across his face. Jiang Ping seemed to feel his gaffe, lowered his head and drank the wine in his hand, and his face recovered. That unrestrained look.

"Yao Qi, how could there be a ghost here? Could it be from that oiran?" Jiang Ping looked at the oiran on the stage with some uncertainty and murmured. Although the trace of monster just flashed by, Jiang Ping clearly caught.

Jiang Ping was sure that what he had captured with his spiritual sense just now was indeed a trace of monster energy, and there was no breath from a monster core. As for why Jiang Ping was so sure, it was not because he was a monster himself.

Hua Zishang plucked the pipa in his hand, and sang a beautiful tune. Jiang Ping was thinking about whether this Hua Zishang was a demon or a half-demon. The old men at the table suddenly stood up.

"Well, you monster, you dare to play monster music here in broad daylight, what crime should you deserve!" One of the old men snapped, and at the same time took out a few talismans in his hand, and at the same time, several old men behind him also Take out a few talismans.

The little boy who was following them pulled out a mahogany sword, looking ready to fight. Jiang Ping looked at it intently. The talismans in their hands were all defective semi-finished spirit fire talismans. Jiang Ping felt that he had licked them out with his tongue. Talismans are stronger than this.

(End of this chapter)