When Chen Dengming stepped forward with a smile and was about to speak, he took out a low-grade spiritual stone without any trace in his hand, thrust it towards the monk opposite, and said with a smile.
"Master Immortal, a small amount of sincerity is not worth respecting... This was given by the Immortal Master of Jinzifang last time. This junior has no talent and cannot use it."
The light of the spirit stone is quite conspicuous in the night.
As the saying goes, when Qian's eyes opened, the monk's tense face suddenly became unnatural and relaxed a little. The cold eyes he looked at Chen Dengming became a little warmer. He stretched out his hand to take the petition and relaxed.
"Yes, he's quite good at things. What's the future of following Jinzifang? It's a wise choice to hang out with our Hutong Street Ming boss. Are you saying you don't know how we got into conflict?"
Seeing Chen Dengming's confused expression and his sincere and humble attitude, the monk nodded with satisfaction and led the way.
"The conflict between our two families has been going on for a long time, but this time Jinzifang went too far. He actually blamed the death of an old monk under his command on the streets of our alley and repeatedly caused trouble..."
"oh?"
Chen Dengming's heart moved.
It can't be such a coincidence, right? Old monk?
He walked step by step and listened to the other person's continued words, gradually feeling a little guilty in his heart.
The old monk from Jinzifang that the other party mentioned died in the woods to the north outside the gathering place. According to preliminary estimates, the time of death was exactly one month ago, and he died in his own practice place.
Isn't this a perfect match?
The time of death, place of death, and age of the deceased all matched.
It was the old monk who died in his own hands more than a month ago.
Unexpectedly, Jinzifang was responsible for Hutong Street.
During this period, there was a lot of friction between the two forces, and Hutong Street actually took the blame for him.
But now, the big boss in Hutong Street is actually targeting him because of the waistband given by Fairy Luo, which is a bit troublesome.
Chen Dengming is not a fool. These Kalami blocked his front and rear as soon as they appeared. They obviously had bad intentions. It's a good thing that he didn't see the big boss now.
Once he actually meets the other party and the other party makes any demands, or forces him to change his job in the alley, he will agree even if he doesn't agree, and then he will be the meat on the chopping block.
As for the Luo family's waist card given by Fairy Luo, he knows best about it. It has limited uses and he has nothing to do with Fairy Luo.
Although other monks speculated on the relationship between him and Fairy Luo, as long as they were smart and careful, they would think a lot about him from his mortal status, and they might not really worry about it.
Therefore, now he must leave immediately in order to protect himself wisely. It is simply impossible to please both sides and have the advantage of both sides.
Almost at the moment when Chen Dengming's mind wandered and he made up his mind, the monk next to him who was about to speak to him also noticed a hint of hostility.
The monk had not completely relaxed his vigilance. As soon as his expression changed, he was about to activate the talisman he had been holding in his hand.
However, as soon as the spiritual energy was mobilized, the monk felt swelling and pain in the meridians of the palm of his hand that had received the spiritual stone before, causing the spiritual energy in his body to become stagnant.
At this moment, a shadow suddenly popped out of Chen Deng's ears and bit the monk on the cheek.
The monk felt a sharp pain like a bite on his cheek, and soon his entire face lost consciousness. However, it was not over yet. He only saw a sharp flash of sword light coming from his eyes, and cut the monk's neck fiercely.
The power of this sword was so powerful that the monk's neck was broken immediately, and the whole body did not even shake at all, and then blood spurted out like a pillar.
What happened in such a flash of lightning was so fast that it was dizzying.
The two innates who followed behind just thought that the 'new little Mengxin' was chatting and laughing with their immortal master just a moment ago.
The next moment, he suddenly struck out with a sword and chopped off his immortal master's head. They didn't even see the blood centipede in front of the sword, and the immortal master's head flew up in their wide-eyed shock. It all got in their faces.
This panic stunned them for a moment.
In this moment, Chen Denming shouted loudly, his eyes became fierce, as if he was a different person, and he drew his sword to kill. His majestic upper body muscles flexed, and the sword energy of the broken sword surged, and in an instant he cut down another innate man. head.
At this time, the third genius came to his senses in shock, and his first reaction was not to fight immediately, but to retreat with a cry of terror.
"Take a certain knife!"
Chen Dengming advanced forward bravely, and let out a long roar, arousing a powerful fighting spirit. He strode forward and slashed out with his sword again. The astonishing sword energy struck the opponent's blocked sword like a furious sea wave.
Sparks exploded with a "clang" sound.
Swords clash.
The third Xiantian Kuang spat out a mouthful of blood, his sword shattered inch by inch, and the tiger's mouth collapsed. Before he could fall out, Chen Denming dodged.
The broken knife trembled, and the blade slid across the opponent's neck. The sound and touch of the blade entering the flesh and brushing against the cartilage and blood vessels were especially clearly conveyed to Chen Dengming's ears and palms.
The light of the sword rises and the shadow of the sword falls.
In the bloody storm, between the rising of the rabbit and the falling of the falcon, three people died in Chen Dengming's palm and cut off his knife.
The most threatening monk among them, even the most effective spiritual energy protection and the most lethal talisman, didn't even have time to successfully use the life-saving talisman, and he was already drunk on the spot.
Chen Dengming looked at the corpses that fell to the ground one after another, looked at the monk's eyes widened in disbelief, and held the familiar handle of the broken knife tightly with his palm.
Blood spilled on the ground, happy grudges!
If they don't agree with each other, they draw their swords at each other. If you ask first, ask the sword in your hand!
For a moment, he seemed to feel the feeling of fighting against the lonely city to test the world again. The unhappiness of being scorned by immortal cultivators and mortals all these days was finally vented at this moment.
"Chen's spiritual stone is not so easy to collect..."
He took a long breath, narrowed his sharp eyes, picked up the monk's money bag and looked at it, his face turned dark.
"Poor man! He doesn't even have a single spiritual stone! The interest he just borrowed from my spiritual stone is not enough."
Qi Ji noticed that someone was approaching. He immediately leaned over and took back the piece of spiritual stone Gu that he had handed over to the monk. He also took out the talisman that the other person was holding tightly in his hand. He lifted up the monk's severed head and pulled off the patch. The cloak was quickly wrapped around him, he jumped over the alleyway with enough energy, and left quickly.
Within a moment, some figures appeared at the entrance of the alleyway one after another. When they saw the corpse on the ground, some people exclaimed, while others stared at the money bags on the two innates with greedy eyes. But when they saw the headless monk's body, they all started to cry. clam down.
In the chaotic gathering place of casual cultivators, killing and being killed is nothing short of ordinary.
People die almost every day, and among them the Xiantian is the most killed. Who has never seen dead people?
But this time, someone actually killed the monks in Hutong Street. If the people who took action were from Jinzifang, then the gathering place would be even more chaotic in the next period of time.
Chen Dengming raised his energy and jumped, quickly returning to his residence at lightning speed.
He quickly dug out another spiritual stone he had hidden, and then took out the refined bamboo strips and loach Gu from all corners.
Then he opened the monk's head wrapped in the cloak and let the blood centipede suck away the poisonous blood from his face to prevent others from seeing any clues. Then he used the monk's blood to scribble a line of words on the wall.
Turn around and rush out the door.
Just at this moment, neighbor Xu Wei seemed to hear a movement and opened the window to see Chen Dengming going out with a surprised look on his face, carrying large and small bags.
"Chen Langjun, are you...?"
Chen Dengming paused for a moment, glanced at Xu Wei's pretty face, which had become much less swollen, hesitated for a moment, and then reminded him.
"The battle between Jinzifang and Hutong Street is probably going to get more intense. Miss Xu, you'd better find another place to avoid..."
"Change the place?"
Xu Wei was stunned, and looked down in confusion, "Where can I change? I... I don't have any spiritual particles to change to a better place... Apart from shacks, the only better places in the city are immortals." Teachers are eligible to reside..."
Chen Dengming sighed inwardly and took a deep look at Xu Wei, "I'm going to go out to avoid it first. Miss Xu, take care of yourself!"
After saying that, Chen Dengming turned around and left in a hurry with his backpack.
"Go out? Leave the gathering place?"
Xu Wei looked at Chen Dengming's majestic back, and an impulse came to her lips, making her want to shout out the words "Take me".
However, when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them down and shouted, "Chen Langjun, wait..."
Chen Dengming turned around, and a shadow suddenly struck him. He was startled, and he subconsciously grasped it with his fingers. The fragrant wind filled his nostrils, but it was a money bag embroidered with mandarin ducks.
"this?"
Chen Denming looked over there in surprise.
But seeing that Xu Wei's ears were slightly red with embarrassment, Dai Mei frowned and said, "I don't know what kind of trouble you have gotten into, and you don't hesitate to leave the gathering place. But as the so-called emergency in the world requires you to prepare for the expenses when running away, even though I am born I am humble, but I also understand that these spirit grains are my savings and clean money. I hope you can use them. There are monsters outside the gathering place, so be careful..."
When he said the last four words, "be careful", the window was already closed with a bang.
Chen Dengming held the shriveled money bag in his hand, dumbfounded. He was about to retreat, but saw that the windows were closed, so he had no choice but to give up.
It was not difficult for him now, but he found that he could not refuse this sincere gift.
Just like when he first arrived, he huddled under the eaves of the other party, and the other party casually gave him a meal.
To this day, he still remembers the smell of the cold rice. He remembers it better than any delicacy he has ever eaten, because there is something extra in that meal - sincerity! This may be the only thing that still shines with warmth in the cold and cruel path of cultivating immortality.
Sometimes, it is never a shame to find friends when it is difficult.
The real shame is that when you are in trouble, you have no friends to turn to.
Thinking that Xu Wei had just said that he had no money to change his residence, but was willing to give him money to run away, I couldn't help but have mixed feelings in my heart, so I could only say it from a distance.
"Thank you very much. When I come back another day, I will pay you back twice as much!"
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"When you come back another day, maybe you won't have to return it... I have no use for this concubine..."
Behind the window, Xu Wei's expression alternated between happiness and sadness, her pretty face was breathtaking, elegant and moving.
In the end, she didn't shout out such impulsive and presumptuous words as 'Take me'.
Not only did I lack courage, I felt confused.
Confused about whether the other party will agree, and even more confused about whether the future will be good or bad even if he agrees.
After all, the two were just ordinary neighbors. Even though she had originally intended to get along, Chen Dengming despised her, not to mention that now she was in trouble.
On the road of cultivating immortality, how could such an undestined person, who has a concubine and a husband but no intention, be among the few...
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(Another update of nearly 6,000 words, very hard work)
