Chapter 48 How can you curse casually?

Master Qingshan finally died. After the disintegration of the demon, he was already like a candle in the wind. His face was expressionless and buried the master in the unknown forest of the gentleman's country, accompanied by the smoked grass of life and death. I don't know if the soul of this kind old man will lead to the underworld.

The sad teenager had a smile on his face and did not want to expose his emotions. Thinking of the origin of the woman in the sedan chair, the only submissiveness in Tiancemen, and the oil poem read by his master before his death, he thought of a lot. The old man Qingshan finally explained a lot, and many of them did not explain, but this It doesn't prevent the halberd from thinking more.

The sudden appearance of the little Shami outside the Tianyi Taoism, and the woman who was luxurious enough to make eight practitioners in the later stage to become a patriarch on the human island, all show that some people in the sky have begun to move. Although they don't know what it is for, they must die with the master. The oil poem that was difficult to read before is related.

Thinking of the days when he was a child in the sky, the way the plump woman died miserably in front of him, and the pendant she hung around his neck before he died, he was very angry and extremely angry, but even so, he still stiffened his face and did not show any expression.

The halberd looked at the rice fields that were still green by the forest and felt the spring-like weather in the gentleman's country. He decided not to trust anyone anymore. Maybe he should not even believe himself when necessary. Only in this can he send stormy revenge to the Tian Ce Gate and even to the group of people in the sky.

With a blank face, he sent the healing elixir into the mouth of the seriously injured and unconscious iron man. He didn't know how this tower-like man blocked the eight-calculated attack. He checked it carefully for a long time. Except for some skin injuries, it was nothing serious.

In the unknown old forest of the gentleman's country, he waited for a long time until the iron man woke up.

The man woke up in silence, looked at his body slightly, and didn't even hum. He just sat up silently to crush the next muscle elixir and apply it to the wound, and then the person who had nothing to do stood up.

The halberd glanced at the grave of the old man Qingshan, who didn't even stand the monument, and silently said goodbye in his heart. He walked to a small town near the forest without the consent of the iron man.

He is now estimated to have been born as a demon star. Instead of risking the danger of being found and practicing in the deep mountains and forests, it is better to do the opposite and hide in the secular world. It is expected that the group of sanctimonious guys will not guess that they will be like this.

Passing through several villages and a few green rice fields, thinking that the gentleman's country is really magical. Such spring-like weather is really suitable for living until a vague shadow appeared in the city in the distance.

Because the iron man was injured, the two walked very slowly. About an hour later, they arrived under the wall. This not very magnificent wall only vaguely covered the beautiful sunshine above their heads. The plain wall showed some sharp and unattractive postures of the gentleman's country, just like the epitome of the whole gentleman's country.

The two walked to the gate and looked up at the restrained word Xunhua on the gate. Only then did they know that it was Xunhua City thousands of miles away from Yanziping! A small city that is not ostentatious but famous for its richness.

The small city is all in an elegant tone, and the wine shop is planted with flowers. The hotel is sour and corrupt and finds two words. In the middle of the city, this group of men in wide blue clothes and women in plain skirts have a gentle expression, but there is a little grace all the time, as if they are not seen with their own eyes. It's really hard to believe that there is such a place.

The two found a hotel named Seven Feet to live in. The name couldn't help but remind the disabled middle-aged man in the medical town, but they didn't expect such a coincidence.

It was not until a middle-aged man in a wheelchair came out of the backyard and looked at himself in surprise that he knew that there was another saying in the world that it was a coincidence.

Zhao Qichi was surprised that before he could speak, he was preempted by the painting halberd: "What a coincidence."

Zhao Qichi was stared for a moment, arched his hand and smiled, "There is fate, there is fate."

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The three sat down in a small winery called Xunhua City. After talking, they learned that the middle-aged man in front of them was full of the gentleman's country. He was involved in hotels, restaurants, food, clothing, housing and transportation, and the first merchant in the gentleman's country lived up to his reputation.

The painting halberd gently sipped the Qingmei wine, a specialty of Huacheng, and his mouth was sour and sweet. Suddenly, he thought of a question: "Brother Zhao's house is here?"

Zhao Qichi waved his hand and laughed, "I came from the capital to collect some junk accounts..."

Before he finished speaking, a group of men rushed into the restaurant, led a bare arm, exposed his strong chest muscles, kicked over the tables and chairs in the room, and shouted, "The protection fee has not been paid yet. Who will allow you to do business here? If you don't show a little cruelty, your grandchildren won't know that Zhang Daming is the uncle of Xunhua City!"

Zhao Qili frowned and looked painful. This restaurant was also his property. The servant behind him pushed the wheelchair forward. Zhao Qili restrained an annoyed expression and said with a gentle smile, "Brother Zhang, didn't you pay the monthly money of the Qinglong Gang yesterday? Look at this..."

Looking at Zhao Qichi's rapidly changing expression, he couldn't help praising him. If he encountered a trouble, he couldn't help doing it.

Zhang Daming listened to Zhao Qichi's words, stretched out his hand and rubbed his chest, with a doubtful expression on his face: "Mr. Zhao, your words have wronged us. Who doesn't know that my Qinglong Gang is a first-class morality in this Xunhua City? Will we do that kind of sly thing?" The younger brother beside him echoed.

As soon as Zhao Qichi heard this, his face turned green immediately, but he still resisted and said with a smiling face, "Brother Zhang, I sent it in person yesterday. Please raise your hand."

Zhang Daming patted his head and said, "Mr. Zhao, did you send it here yesterday? Where did you send it?"

Zhao Qichi secretly cried bitterly and explained patiently, "Where is the warehouse in the north of the city..."

Zhang Daming suddenly realized, touched his forehead and muttered, "The warehouse in the north of the city... Why don't I remember?" He slapped a man on the shoulder behind him: "Two dogs, where were we yesterday?"

The two dogs looked shameless, pretended to think for a long time, patted their thighs and said, " boss, have you forgotten that the daughter of the village head of Zhangjia Village has a fancy to you? We went there that day and went there happily. We also followed. Where is the warehouse in the north of the city? It must be Zhao's family to entertain us again!"

Zhao Qichi's face turned green and green, but the servant behind him couldn't help cursing angrily, "Fuck your mother's Qinglong Gang! Shame on you! Shameless! Yesterday, you sent money and nodded like grandchildren and said that we would no longer make trouble and do business. Today, we regret it. The Qinglong Gang grew up eating shit and said bullshit!"

The servant's face changed after saying that, and the master didn't say anything. He was a little extreme.

On the side, the painting saw the servant who bravely reminded his master that he could not drink any more in the medical town that day, thinking that it seemed to be in the limelight again today.

Zhang Daming narrowed his eyes at this moment, thinking about the words ordered by the leader. Looking at the servant's excited appearance, he said that we were here to make trouble. He picked up the chair next to him, muttered on the servant's head, and cursed, "Fuck you, how can you scold people casually!"