Chapter 418 Mr. Peng

What appeared in front of Yan Xiaodao was a dark and deep corridor.

He opened his mouth wide and stared at the strange scene in front of him. Moyun Tower was still Moyun Tower. The banshee flew desperately, but never flew out of Moyun Tower. With the push of An Bochen's palm, a corridor was spread out from him to the banshee. At the beginning, the corridor was dark, and gradually bright light appeared. There are clouds in the glory, and under the clouds are rolling mountains. The banshee flies in the corridor, but it seems that she is in the boundless mountains and rivers, and she can't fly.

"What kind of spell is this..."

Two steps back, Yan Xiaodao muttered, and turned to a red tide surged on his face.

I haven't seen you for a long time. Elder An is so powerful. If he joins, why worry about the great cause? He will definitely join in. Based on his relationship with the eldest princess and Lord Li, it is impossible to ignore it.

Different from Yan Xiaodao's joy, the banshee flying in the corridor was full of despair. She trembled and shouted, "If you dare to kill me, I will not let you go."

"That's why I have to shut up."

The deep voice echoed in her ear, and the banshee was stunned and turned back in astonishment. An unpredictable virtual shadow came like a meteor galloping.

Before the voice was over, the man in blue appeared in front of her, stepping on the mountain and looking at her with no expression.

The silver gun fell, carrying awe-inspiring wind, as if the Tianhe River poured back into the banshee's chest.

The mountains and rivers disperse with the clouds, and the bright and long corridors turn into powder.

The evening wind blew in from the front of the pavilion, and the candlelight on the Moyun Tower swayed, reflecting the extremely ugly demon corpse on the ground, which was shocking.

How has the family ever encountered such a thing? They looked at the demon corpse on the ground and An Bochen in a stunned way. They were already speechless.

This is the first time that An Bochen really uses Zhou Tianyuan's power. The Taoism of the fairyland is eclectic and only pays attention to one change of words. An Bochen borrows Zhou Tianxuan to change the mountains and rivers and clouds, limiting the banshee to a closed time and space. Although she is flying desperately, she can't fly out of the seven steps from An Bochen to the pavilion.

Killing the banshee in the mountain and river corridor can also hide the breath and not disturb the rest of the demons near Liujing.

Returning to this battlefield, An Bochen did not put the silver gun into the bead chain. He subconsciously hung behind his back. He turned his head and looked at the stupid family: "Run for your life."

The family just reacted at this time. While crying, they knelt down to An Bochen and shouted at the immortals.

"Immortal? If there are really immortals in the world, how can they be so quiet?

whispering, An Bochen walked towards Yan Xiaodao.

"Senior An..." Yan Xiaodao couldn't help it.

"Why are you here?" An Bochen asked, and he couldn't help looking forward to it.

"I... It's a long story. Elder An, please go to see the eldest princess with Xiaodao, and you will naturally understand at that time.

"The eldest princess? Is it a glass bead?

"Exact" Yan Xiaodao nodded and said, "And Lord Li Xiaoguan."

"It seems that they have broken through the gods." An Bochen felt a trace of joy in his heart and looked at Mo Yunlou again: "So, you lead the way."

As Yan Xiaodao came out of Moyun Tower, An Bochen did not find that as soon as he left, the demon niche worshipped by the family was like a winter tree, which became withered in an instant and cracked into pieces in a blink of an eye. At the same time, more than a hundred identical niches in Liujing also collapsed and shattered at the same time.

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Fireworks by the river, high-rise buildings.

More than a hundred years later, the fireworks river is still the same, but the water color is really as bright and touching as fireworks. The buildings on the bank of the river stand, and the paintings in the river are gathered, just like another Wangjun Lake, but it is many times larger. In recent years, the trade center of Kuangguo has shifted to the south-central part, and the area around the Fireworks River can be said to be full of rich businessmen. The so-called literati smelled copper and came with it. Of course, there were also geisha and actors.

In a pavilion near Jiang Zuo, several rich businessmen in silk and satin are drinking and enjoying the river.

"I heard that more than a hundred years ago, the fireworks river was still a piece of white water, clear and clean."

A middle-aged man with a swollen belly narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

"Do you know what the reason is?" A person next to him interrupted.

"It is said that your majesty of our dynasty heard the legend of the fireworks river, so he wanted to imitate his predecessors. It took ten days and nights to order people to pour cinnabar into the fireworks river. Tens of millions of catties of cinnabar were poured into the river, so the river was dyed red and never faded."

Another businessman wearing a tortorole said, and then arched his hand upwards: "Speaking of which, our majesty is also an elegant... Yaren."

"Brother Bo was going to talk about Ya Yao, right?" The previous rich businessman with a big belly lowered his voice and said with a narrow smile.

"Silation, silence, that word can't be mentioned." The businessman surnamed Bo said nervously and waved his hand repeatedly.

Suddenly there was no sound during the banquet, and everyone stopped talking and drank their own wine. Meiji, with soft waists and limbs, danced in front of the pavilion. They were dressed in silk. Every time they danced, they suddenly showed a snow-white body. The spring light was infinitely good, and the fragrance was as fragrant as smoke, enchanting and touching.

All the merchants were drunk. Looking at those beautiful demons, they were all ugly and completely forgot what they had said before.

Interception and focus on business. The identity of these merchants is higher than that of those officials who have almost become decorations. Once their status is high, they naturally know much more than ordinary people. But for them, whether it is a demon or a fairy sitting on it, it has nothing to do with them. As long as they can chase wealth and accumulate the golden mountain in the family higher and higher, even if they know that it is a demon to govern the country, they will respectfully call out to your majesty.

"Why can't you mention that word?"

At this moment, a cold voice came.

The merchants were stunned, turned their heads and then looked flattering.

It was a young man in a white robe who spoke. He sat in the corner of the table. If he didn't open his mouth, almost no one would notice it. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, none of the rich businessmen here dared to hold it up. This young man with a pair of curved eyebrows was introduced by Jia Baiwan. Jia Baiwan is a legend among the rich people in the fireworks river. From entering the vision of the public to becoming the richest man in the fireworks river, it only took him only two years. He called himself Jia million, but his wealth may have already exceeded hundreds of millions.

He is such a powerful man. When facing that young man, he is respectful from beginning to end, like a servant.

For that young man, Jia Baiwan did not introduce too much. He only said that he was Mr. Peng San. Since he didn't say much, the merchants would not ask much, but only kept an attention in the bottom of his heart.

They looked at each other in con'sinuation. No one expected that Mr. Peng San, who had never said a word, would suddenly say such a sentence.

"I don't know what the prince has to teach?" The middle-aged man with a big belly was full of smiles and asked politely.

Mr. Peng San smiled, and his clothes swayed with the wind. His every move was outstanding, just like a noble prince who came out of the ancient picture scroll.

"Brother Tang's words are heavy. I just feel that even if it is a demon, if the virtuous and corporal treat the people preferentially and make the world rise and flat, what is the difference between demon rule and human rule? Nowadays, the world is peaceful, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. It can be said that it is a rare prosperous era. Even those emperors in the past are difficult to do it. Of course, there are also your merits. In this case, why do you always take that word to heart?

"What Mr. Peng said."

"I've been taught."

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All the merchants present nodded and complimented in unison. They became more and more curious about the identity of Mr. Peng San.

Only the middle-aged man in Huayi sitting next to Mr. Peng San did not say a word and drank wine silently.

"There is a saying about the rumors about the fireworks river. I don't know if you would like to hear it." He smiled, Mr. Peng said.

"Please tell me."

"Haha, thanks to Brother Jia's invitation to Mr. Peng, I will be blessed today."

"Exact. In the future, the Chamber of Commerce will rely on Mr. Peng and Brother Jia to help more.

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Hearing the words, the middle-aged man in Huayi shook his head with a wry smile. Before the wine cup was put down, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned his head and looked south.