The twenty-eight-year-old beauty has a body that looks like a crisp. She holds a sword at her waist and kills the foolish man. Although no head is lost, she secretly teaches you that her bones are withered!
When he was in the Yunyang Sect, Wang Chen always believed that those monks sweating profusely in the Qunfang Pavilion had their heads kicked by donkeys!
Just for that little bit of happiness, they not only had to give up their hard-earned spiritual stones, but they also had to act as a furnace for the female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, using their own energy to help the latter cultivate.
How stupid!
Now the evil claws of the female cultivators from the Hehuan Sect have actually reached into the Dongwu Village.
Although Wang Chen has never met Xin Han, he still has a lot of respect for this Master Zifu.
Xin Han has ruled Dongwuzhai for many years and has managed this scattered city in an orderly manner. Although it has been closed to secular affairs for a long time in recent years, there have been no problems in the daily operation of the city.
Xin Han's existence gave thousands of casual cultivators and their families stability and hope.
In fact, with Xin Han's cultivation level, he can go to a certain sect to enjoy the blessings, and the resources he can get will definitely be more than those in the outer realm.
But he still stayed here.
In Wang Chen's opinion, there are tens of millions of casual cultivators in the outer world, and Xin Han can be considered the number one figure!
As a result, the hero is saddened by the beauty.
So many things have happened in just a few days. It’s really hard to say what the situation in Dongwuzhai will be like in the future!
Wang Chen sat in the teahouse until noon, and then returned to his home.
As soon as he reached the entrance of the alley, he heard a burst of fierce crying and cursing coming from the alley.
Um?
Wang Chen couldn't help but quicken his pace.
I saw a lot of people surrounding my neighbor Uncle Zhu's house, most of whom were his neighbors.
A young man was lying on the ground, curled up and holding his head, being punched and kicked by two big men.
Uncle Zhu and his wife were crying and crying, but they were blocked by someone.
A burly monk with a rough face sneered at the couple: "It is natural to pay back debts. Your son owes five hundred spiritual stones to our gambling house. As long as you bring out the spiritual stones, we will let him go immediately!"
Wang Chen recognized that the person who fell on the ground and was beaten into a pig's head was none other than Uncle Zhu's only son, Zhu Xiaohu.
He couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Because in Wang Chen's impression, Zhu Xiaohu, who lives next door, is a very honest child.
The third level of Qi training.
He usually works in a workshop and never causes trouble.
Uncle Zhu is also very proud of his son. Recently, he and his wife have been making arrangements to find a marriage for him.
Who would have thought that he would go to a gambling house to gamble and owe someone five hundred spiritual stones?
Aunt Zhu cried and said: "Where do we have so many spiritual stones!"
She turned to her neighbors for help.
But everyone avoided her gaze.
It is not easy to be a casual cultivator. Living in a walled city, you need firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea all day long. You need flower spirit stones for everything. Everyone's life is generally tight.
What Zhu Xiaohu owed was not five and fifty spiritual stones, but a full five hundred.
We all can't do it together.
Moreover, if this spiritual stone is lent out, it might be like beating a dog with a meat bun.
There is no return!
The most important thing is that after helping Zhu Xiaohu tide over the difficulties this time, will he gamble again next time?
It’s not that everyone is indifferent, it’s that this matter can’t be helped at all!
The burly monk sneered: "No? Just use your house to repay it."
The house that Uncle Zhu lives in is bigger than Wang Chen's house, and its value is 100% more than five hundred spirit stones.
After hearing what the other party said, Uncle Zhu and his wife's expressions suddenly changed.
This house was their life savings. It was a place to settle down in a foreign land. They originally planned to pass it down from generation to generation and leave it to their children and grandchildren.
The two of them really couldn't bear to use their house to pay off their gambling debts.
"ah!"
Zhu Xiaohu, who was on the ground, received a heavy kick from the burly monk, and his whole body slid forward against the ground.
The people watching the excitement all moved out of the way, but he just happened to slide in front of Wang Chen.
Seeing Wang Chen, Aunt Zhu immediately seemed to have found a life-saving straw: "Fellow Daoist Wang, please help us. I kowtow to you. I only have one son, Xiaohu!"
As she said that, she knelt down on the ground!
If anyone in this alley can come up with five hundred spirit stones, it really has to be Wang Chen.
Of course Aunt Zhu didn't know Wang Chen's true family background, but she knew that he often set up a stall selling talismans in the market.
Make a lot of money!
Wang Chen immediately stepped aside and sighed: "Madam, I can't help you with this matter."
He could easily take out five hundred spirit stones.
But why?
They are neither relatives nor friends, but what the other party owes is gambling debts. There is no cure for dog gambling!
"Fellow Daoist Wang!"
The burly monk bared his teeth at Wang Chen and said, "We meet again. Let's find an opportunity to settle Zhong Xing'an's debt!"
Wang Chen smiled.
I didn't expect that I would end up eating melon on my own head.
Including today, he had met the burly monk in front of him three times in total.
When they met for the first time, the other party tried to pin the debts of the previous landlord on Wang Chen's head.
Later, Wang Chen became famous in Dongwu Village, and this guy came again and apologized humbly.
Now he has returned to his arrogant look!
Either he has the chameleon gene, or he has some kind of support and doesn't take Wang Chen seriously anymore.
The burly monk raised his foot and stepped on Zhu Xiaohu violently, and then said to Uncle Zhu and his wife: "I will give you two days to move, and I will come to take over the house the day after tomorrow!"
"Walk!"
After saying that, he left with a group of men in a swaggering manner.
Before leaving, he gave Wang Chen a provocative look!
Wang Chen's face was expressionless.
Wang Chen's appearance made other people mistakenly think that he was frightened.
Chen Qi, the neighbor across from Wang Chen, came over and lowered his voice and said: "Fellow Daoist Wang, I heard that the Sanjiang Society has taken refuge in Jinlian City, the city lord's brother-in-law, Jin Shelangjun, and we can't mess with him now."
After a pause, he added: "If you have a spiritual stone, you'd better consider yourself unlucky."
Wang Chen smiled and said, "I understand."
This Chen Qi is not a bad person, but he has always been cautious and very afraid of those gang members.
"As long as you understand."
Chen Qi was relieved: "Just think of losing money and avoiding disasters. Cultivation is not easy, but peace and safety are the most important!"
At this time, Uncle Zhu and his wife helped their son back home.
Even after closing the door, you can still hear their sad cries.
Without this house, the family of three would have no place to stay in Dongwuzhai.
Future survival has become a big problem!
The neighbors sighed and went back to their homes, and Wang Chen also returned to his own home.
He reached out and wiped his face.
The Qianjibian mask fits the face tightly, feels exactly like real skin, and even retains body temperature.
But the next moment, Wang Chen's face changed.
If the lips are painted with vermilion, the eyes are like dots of paint, and the face is like a pile of flowers, you will be born with a handsome face!
