"Is this...poison?"

The strange, bright silver color spread across the palm of his hand, causing Prince Yan to suffer a corrosive discomfort, causing the muscles in his hand to tremble abnormally.

He is no stranger to the use of poison. The essence of the "Ziwei Xuanming Palm" that he is good at is the combination of pseudo-rule-level fire power and mental power, which can be regarded as a kind of fire poison.

After the palm fight, the guy who calls himself "Ancestor Hongjun" must also be poisoned...

Prince Yan didn't care about dealing with his injuries for the time being. He condensed purple spiritual power in his palms to suppress the spread of the bright silver lines. He quickly walked to the ruins of his house...

Jue Jue sank to the space below, and what he saw was the basement levels that had been evacuated and restored to their original state.

The battle that had been carefully arranged for many years was broken, and one hundred and sixty-two magic weapons were lost. During the battle, "Hongjun" conveniently took away the [Demon Suppressing Nail] and the [Sapphire Glazed Talisman]...

Prince Yan was indeed in pain, but that was not what worried him the most.

"Don't let anything happen..."

The sinking figure became faster and faster, and Prince Yan reached the eighteenth floor at the bottom in an instant.

The wall was intact, but his heart was in his throat.

The secret formation on the side is gone too!

His hand tore open the wall, revealing an empty hidden space. Prince Yan's expression changed continuously.

"Hongjun...Hongjun!!"

…

Later in the evening, a large number of practitioners took to the streets to announce the implementation of a temporary curfew. All the people were driven home, and all shops, casinos, brothels, and wine shops were closed.

Everyone received a wanted portrait. The person in the picture was covered in silver and had bright red patterns. He looked dangerous and a bit evil and weird.

"Hongjun? Who is this...a new evil cultivator?"

In a remote small Goulan, several customers were locked in the shop. Anyway, they came to Beijing to work from other places and were homeless in the city. When the curfew was enforced, they simply stayed in Goulan, listened to ditties, and drank small drinks.

It's quite pleasant.

The down-and-out scholar Bao Buping was also one of them.

I was unlucky today. I was chased by the patrolman and had to move to more than a dozen places before I sold a piece of calligraphy and made more than two taels of silver (microscopic weights and measures).

In fact, calligraphy written by ordinary people cannot be sold at this price. It is only because Bao Buping has the strength of Qi Lian Xiao Perfect (high-level silver) and can use special writing skills that his handwriting is as flexible as a living thing, so he can get a good unit price.

Although there is no level of "a word can cost a thousand pieces of gold", there is still hope to achieve the goal of "a word can cost a thousand pennies"!

The purchasing power of more than two taels of silver in the world of practitioners is almost equivalent to more than two thousand yuan in the outside world. From this perspective, Bao Buping's earning power has exceeded that of many ordinary people.

Of course, the premise is that you don't get caught by the patrol police, otherwise you won't be able to get out of jail without being emptied of your wealth!

After years of battles of wits and courage, Bao Buping not only has good calligraphy, but also developed a very strong ability to escape. He memorized the patrol routes of each team of guards, and while setting up a stall and writing, he made real-time calculations in his mind.

Even if some officers occasionally patrol outside the routine, he can immediately think of a suitable escape direction to avoid being intercepted from both sides...

"...Hongjun?"

When Bao Buping, who was chewing peanuts in a tipsy state, heard the sound, he stood up unsteadily and walked to the crowd, looking at the portraits of wanted criminals spread out on the table.

That strange silver-reddish appearance suggests that he is either an evil cultivator or a demonic cultivator. In short, he does not look like a righteous person.

"It must be just the same name..."

Bao Buping scratched his hair and returned to his seat.

Listening to the songs played and sung by the third-rate singers on the stage, he took a sip of wine, shook his head, and squinted his eyes, imagining that one day he would get to know a certain worldly master through his handwriting.

Become his disciple and learn the supreme Taoist skills, then act chivalrously and righteously, wipe out the little devil Zi, and even praise a bright and prosperous world!

"Alas, as long as the purple remains, Dasong will always be clouded..."

In his fantasy, Bao Buping dared to transform into a hero to destroy the little ghost Zi, and publicly executed the Prince Yan who was in charge of the Zi Mansion.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back to being a down-and-out scholar who had failed many exams and had to hide and sell calligraphy to make a living.

Whenever a police officer passes by outside the window, Bao Buping is frightened, fearing that the other party will suddenly break in and arrest him...

"Baiyu is a scholar. A poor thing like me can't even solve my own injustice, but I want to solve Dasong's injustice every day. It's ridiculous and pathetic!"

While he was laughing at himself, Bao Buping just took the jug and was about to pour it. He was slightly startled when he found that there was already liquid in the cup, and it was a strong liquor with a very pungent taste.

Looking next to me, I don’t know when there was someone else.

"...Brother Hong?"

He was always paying close attention to the hooked doors and windows to be on guard against patrol inspections, but there was no sign of them being opened. How did this brother get in?

"We meet again, Brother Bao."

Wang Hui smiled and pointed to a bottle of special Laobaigan in stock: "Brother Bao, try the wine I made to see if it suits your taste."

"Brother Hong brewed it yourself? Then you must taste it!"

Bao Buping's expression became solemn, he picked up the wine cup and took a sip. Immediately, waves of strong pungency burned from his mouth all the way into his stomach, and his face quickly turned red.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough..."

Bao Buping was obviously not as profound as Taoist Fubo. When faced with the outside world, Lao Baigan, Bai Shi Coke, and the natural world's awakening chili juice mixture, he coughed and stuck out his tongue.

"Such... such a strong drink, it's really an eye-opener for me today!"

Opening one's throat also counts as opening one's eyes, and there is nothing wrong with that.

"Yeah, most people can't drink wine like this."

As Wang Hui spoke, the conversation suddenly changed: "Brother Bao's spiritual power is much higher than that of ordinary people. Why is this?"

"Brother Hong has a keen eye..."

Bao Buping looked around and saw that neither the singer nor the other guests were paying attention. He lowered his voice and said, "I haven't participated in soul donation for eight years, so I can barely keep my realm growing."

Wang Hui asked with great interest: "Didn't the imperial court say that donating souls is good for your health? Why don't you donate?"

"The court of Goubi has become the one-spoken hall of the Zi Mansion, and it can only speak a few truths!"

Bao Buping got angry when he mentioned this. He took a sip of the special Laobaigan and his voice became hoarse: "I said donating souls is for the sake of people's health, and I said confiscating spiritual tools is for the sake of people's safety...

Praising tens of millions of people, are they all fools?

If our teeth are pulled out and our muscles and bones are broken, we will become nothing more than animals to be slaughtered!"

"Oh? Brother Bao sees clearly."

Wang Hui asked again: "What do you mean, there are still many people like you who have not continued to donate their souls?"

Hearing this, Bao Buping suddenly became wary, drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and said with cupped hands: "I'm so drunk that I'm talking nonsense. Thank you Brother Hong for the wine, but I'm sorry!"

"Whether a person is useful or not has nothing to do with whether he is a scholar. If you want to solve the injustices in the world, you cannot do it by yourself."

Wang Hui's next words immediately stopped Bao Buping in his tracks.
Chapter completed!