Chapter 112 North City!

As soon as their words paused, Jing Ping immediately asked, "But what is it?"

When the three old men heard the words, they looked at each other, and then gritted their teeth and said as if they had opened the skylight, "Jing Xiaoyou, to be honest, after you killed the immortals of these eight families, you immediately became famous, and at this time, Tianchizong immediately waited for an order for me."

Hearing this, Jing Ping was shocked and had vaguely guessed the content of the order.

"This order is to let me wait and kill you at all costs. No matter where you go, you are our enemy..."

That's true! Jing Ping sighed in his heart. It was really not clean. He killed the little one and came out of the old one.

Looking at the wooden cards given to him by the three old men, Jing Ping already understood what the old man meant.

This means that they are not willing to be enemies of Jing Ping, but they dare not resist under the order of Tianchi Sect, so they gave this token to Jing Ping and made Jing Ping a disciple of Daoxuan Sect. At that time, the nature of this matter is that the disciples of Dao Xuan Sect killed the disciples of Tianchi Sect, and they People are safe.

And through the last conversation with the three old people, Jing Ping knew that the cultivation world is not allowed to disturb the mortal world. This is the iron law of the cultivation world. Several sects supervise each other. If any sect violates this rule, it will inevitably be besieged by other sects. As for why there is this iron law, it must be ordinary people. The world is the fertile ground of the immortal world. These immortals are very worried and hurt the fertile land. Where will they come from?

Thinking of this, Jing Ping did not refuse and said, "Three seniors, I, Jing Ping, am really ashamed! It has caused you so much trouble. I won't say more nonsense. I will accept this token. You can rest assured that this matter starts with me and naturally falls by me. It will never involve anyone. I know that this token is also very precious to you. When I enter Daoxuanmen, I will find such a piece again. The token is returned to the three predecessors.

When the words fell to the ground, Jing Ping had already picked up the token engraved with the three words Taoist Xuanmen and put it in his arms.

When the three old people saw that Jing Ping took the token, they immediately put down their hearts, and a trace of relaxation flashed in their eyes. They immediately replied, "Thank you, Jing Xiaoyou, for your understanding. As for the token, it is useless for me to keep it. No matter how good it is, it can only in the hands of people who can use it, and it is secondary to give us. As long as Jing Xiaoyou is safe.

When the words fell to the ground, the three old men arched their hands to Jing Ping, and Jing Ping did not dare to neglect him. He hurriedly saluted. A light wind blew by, and the three old men suddenly disappeared.

This is the origin of the token in Jing Ping's hand. A small token contains so many intricate relationships. Jing Ping smiled bitterly and then put the token in his arms.

What a bullshit Tianchi Sect, such a distinction between right and wrong, blindly protecting shortcomings, since you secretly ordered to besiege me, then you are my enemies of Jingping! When I deal with everything, I will naturally worship the mysterious door. At that time, I will see what you can do for me!

Thinking of this, Jing Ping snorted coldly, and a trace of cold light flashed in his eyes. Then he stretched out his body, leaned his back against his seat, and began to close his eyes to refresh himself. The destination of this carriage, he has given to the coachman, which is the deepest and most painful memory in his mind, Beicheng, the Wei family!

In his mind, he remembered the scene he once saw, screams, blades, slaughter, sadness, and the scene of this scene kept flashing.

Jing Ping now doesn't have the violent murderous intention when he saw this picture for the first time. He is now steadily suppressing his murderous intention. He dares not waste at all. He wants to turn this fierce murderous intention into action!

Time flies. In a blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

At this time, the carriage also stopped beside a relatively spacious road. Jing Ping quickly got out of the car, took out the silver, handed it directly to the driver, and then strode to a gate in front of him.

Two words are clearly written on the gate, Beicheng!

Jing Ping looked at these two words, stayed for a while, and then said to himself, Wei Tianya, I'm coming!

The north city was extremely prosperous. Jing Ping easily entered the north city with a harmless smile on his face.

As soon as he entered the city gate, Jing Ping felt the prosperity and bustle of the city. The more prosperous and bustling the city, the more businessmen came to do business. With businessmen doing business, naturally there was a kind of people. This kind of person is called a ruffian by ordinary people.

In this northern city, there are mountains, lakes, trees and scenery. This kind of ruffian often specializes in traps merchants or tourists in other places in the name of "guides", wanders casually a few places, and then colludes with a few places to eat and stay, and directly slaughters alone pedestrians and merchants. If these pedestrians and merchants have enough money. They even killed each other that night, and then ransacked part of the money, and these local black-hearted merchants got a part.

Therefore, as soon as Jing Ping entered the door, there were seven or eight hot eyes on him.

Although Jing Ping's clothes are not luxurious, they are also upper-layered in texture, and they are not old and their skin is tender. These ruffians are well-informed. Naturally, they mistakenly think that Jing Ping is the young master of a rich family. Maybe it is the first time he goes out by himself, or sneaks out, and then eats and drinks here. Once you get home, you will have the capital to brag when you find friends, and this kind of young master is exactly their best customer.

Because this kind of teenager doesn't know anything, but he still wants face. As long as he leads him in place, he will flatter him first, and then stimulate him a little to ensure that the teenager will spend all his money and think how powerful he is.

This kind of teenager is a person as the saying goes. He is sold and helps a lot of people.

And Jing Ping has long known what these people do. As early as in the carriage, the silent and dull man had kindly reminded him to be careful when they come here. When they come forward, they must give them a tael of silver, so that they know that you are not the first time to come, and then they will let you go, but if When they come forward, you don't give money, but follow them. Then they will look at the money you have. If you have enough, you will definitely worry about your life.

Thinking of this, Jing Ping smiled and stood still, making an expression of looking around at the same time.

Sure enough, after a while, those people pushed and twirled, as if they had quarreled, and then a lame came out of them and walked towards Jing Ping.

Jing Ping looked at the lame, made a careless expression on his face, and asked, "Who are you!"

And the lame man on the opposite side was surprised when he saw it. He was really a child who had never gone out! But he didn't show anything on his face. Instead, he put on a respectful expression and said, "Young master, is this your first time to come to Beicheng?"

Jing Ping nodded sharply, with an arrogant expression on his face, and said, "What's the matter?"

The joy flashed in the lame's eyes, and he said, "Young master, the little man's surname is Chen. Just call me Chen cripple. Hey hey, there is no better place in the whole north city than the villain. Whether it's delicious, fun or delicious, the villain is like a few treasures. I think it's the first time for the young master to come, it's better for me to lead the way and make sure the young master. It's comfortable. It's worth the trip.

Hearing this, Jing Ping's eyes immediately glowed, and he opened his mouth and said, "Really?"

"That's not it!" The lame made an absolutely real expression.

"Uh-huh..." Jing Ping deliberately pretended to be old-fashioned, pondered for a while, and then asked, "What's the price?"

Chen Yanzi quickly replied, "Not much, just 20 copper coins."

When Jing Ping heard the words, he immediately put on a disdainful expression. Then he put his hand into his arms, took out a small bag, grabbed it casually, threw it to Chen limb, and said at the same time, "So little, come on, I'll reward you for the extra one."

As soon as Chen Lipzi took it, his eyes straightened up. What he picked up turned out to be a golden leaf!