Mr. Peng, wearing a white jade belt, sipped a cup of wine in the middle, and his eyes were long: "You can see that there are three types of monsters in this world."

The monks here looked at each other, wondering why Mr. Peng suddenly mentioned this.

"The demons start when the first opening of chaos. If any bird or beast refines the crossbone in the brain and obtains spiritual wisdom, they can be called a demon. The first type of demon has pure bloodline, either passed down from the first opening of chaos or acquired transformation from bird or beast. They can all change into human form, covered with a skin, or walk in the wilderness or play in the downtown area. Ordinary people see but do not observe or recognize it. The second type of demons, they are a little ignorant, can not speak out human words, and cannot distinguish the worldly style. Perhaps they can have powerful power, but they can only appear in the world as beasts throughout their lives. In you, they are called subduing demons."

Mr. Peng's tone was low and soft, and his voice was slightly magnetic. As he spoke, he had brought the merchants to another world they were not familiar with.

The night is a little cooler, the fireworks are singing and dancing on the river, and the piano and flute are disturbing the breeze.

The middle-aged businessman with a round belly was fascinated by the sound of the sound of the dancing beautiful girl, subconsciously swallowed, "The third type of monster that the young master mentioned is not the legendary beautiful banshee, right?"

After the words came, the merchants were stunned at first, and then laughed in unison.

Only Jia Baiwan frowned and glanced at Mr. Peng beside him. He felt relieved when he saw his expression as usual.

“No, no.”

Mr. Peng didn't think it was strange, and then said just now: "To put it bluntly, that third type of monster has turned the Fireworks River into a great hero as beautiful as today."

"Oh? Please speak, my son, let's listen carefully."

The merchants became interested. In the jail of the important business, their popularity far exceeded that of the so-called talented men, and the tradition of art and elegance was naturally placed on them.

Putting down the wine cup, Mr. Peng smiled slightly: "This third type of monster is commonly known as the fake monster, and is the descendant of the combination of real monsters and mortals. They had human bodies when they were born, but they also retained some monster characteristics. As the age gradually became older and time passed, the monster characteristics they had were no longer so obvious. Because of the change of blood ties, even if their ancestors were descendants of humans and monsters, it is difficult for a false demon to appear again today. However, for some reason, after Your Majesty led his ministers to this land more than a hundred years ago, he found that there were many fake demons here. The fake demons were born to be violent and bloodthirsty, and they were not human or monsters, which is a great disaster for the people. Therefore, Your Majesty sent people to kill all the fake demons in one net, and after killing them, the fireworks river was completely dyed red, which was enough to see how bloodthirsty those fake demons were."

After a while, the wine was already cold.

The merchants were amazed and still savored. After hearing Mr. Peng talk about the third type of monster, that is, the fake monster, everyone felt a little familiar. When they were children, they also heard the old people who lived a long life. In the past, under the rule of the Dakuang and the Human Emperor, some strange-looking people appeared, and they were often heroes with high skills. Although they were indeed killing people, they were not as unbearable as Mr. Peng said. I don’t know why His Majesty is going to kill now.

"It seems that your Majesty will not allow mortals and demons to intermarry. Brother Tang, even if a beautiful and passionate witch comes to your door, you will not be blessed to endure it." A merchant teased.

The rich businessman with a big belly did not blush and laughed: "Who said he would be unlucky to live? At worst, he would not leave his seeds."

After the words came, the disciples burst into laughter.

After talking about it, it is inevitable that the night of wind and snow. The merchants said one by one and I followed the dirty joke. A smile appeared on Mr. Peng’s lips, but deep in his smile was filled with disgust.

"Three Young Master..."

Seeing that Mr. Peng finally returned to the table, Jia Baiwan whispered: "I will go to Liuxian first and go back later."

"Slow down." Mr. Peng narrowly swept over the ugly merchants, shook his head, and sighed: "This Fireworks and River Chamber of Commerce is just a name, and the gold and jade are all over the place. I thought I could meet some truly elegant people here, but I couldn't help but be disappointed."

"My subordinates are dereliction of duty." Jia Baiwan said with a tight face and nervousness.

"Why do you have to blame yourself? I am just wishful thinking. What do you have to do with you? You don't have to go to Liuxian, just go." Mr. Peng San said.

"This..." Jia Baiwan was a little embarrassed: "Young Master is a body of thousands of gold, how can you go there?"

"Why, after just a few years of being a big merchant, Mr. Jia forgot who this young master is?" Mr. Peng's third young master's tone gradually became cold, his eyes fell to the south, and a trace of interest emerged from his eyebrows: "The world has been peaceful for a long time, and even those treacherous thieves who have not given up will not dare to be so arrogant. I want to see who is so bold and dares to commit crimes in my dynasty."

"Young Master, don't be careless. The county lord who was killed was originally a blood feather. Although he was an acquired demon, he still had the cultivation level of the fourth level of heaven." Jia Baiwan knew that he could not persuade him and reminded him.

"Old Mrs. Jia is cautious. I am only half a step away from the True Immortal Realm. If that man's cultivation level has reached the True Immortal, he will never be idle and kill a small county lord. Under the True Immortal, looking at the three dynasties, those who can have the power to fight with me can count it with one hand."

Mr. Peng said softly, his tone was plain.

Having not heard such tense words for a long time, Jia Baiwan felt heartbroken, as if he had only remembered who the person in front of him was.

The three dynasties descended to the eastern boundary and divided the boundaries of the earth, and they were at peace with each other. The immortals and demons who stayed behind the three dynasties were lost in the crowd, either looking for places to practice, or changing their identities to mingle among mortals, living a stable and peaceful life. Although I don’t know how long this kind of life can last, I can enjoy the more day after one day.

All ordinary people envy immortals, but who would know that the so-called immortals, gods and demons also envy the peaceful and warm mortal world.

After being a wealthy businessman for more than ten years, Jia Baiwan enjoyed it and completely forgot his former identity. It was not until Mr. Peng who was traveling around that Mr. Jia Baiwan woke up, but was worried about gains and losses. Fortunately, the third master just wanted to appreciate the charm of the Fireworks River. Unexpectedly, just now, a county lord in Liu County was killed in the jurisdiction, and another county lord gathered in the evil wind to spread the story throughout Kuang Kingdom. Not long after, the county lords in various places might gather in Liu County.

"In this way, I wish the third young master a success."

Jia Baiwan was used to being in a peaceful and stable life. It was not until Mr. Peng San said that he woke up like a dream.

Don’t worry about anyone. Although Mr. Peng is young, he is only in his early 200 years old, but he has inherited the purest bloodline of his ancient clan. More than a hundred years ago, Jia Baiwan heard that Mr. Peng had already obtained 80% of his father’s true teachings. Now he has sixth level of heaven. He has a certain existence among the strong men who left behind the Jie Dynasty.

"You are my father's former subordinate and my uncle and elder. You don't need to be so polite in the future."

Standing up, Mr. Peng said to Jia Baiwan, then turned around and wanted to leave.

Although the seats of the two were in the corner, they were the focus of the people, and they could not escape the eyes of the merchants with every move. They vaguely heard the word "subordinate" and saw that Mr. Peng was about to leave again, and the merchants on the pavilion could not sit still.

"Where are you going by Mr. Peng?" asked with a smile on his belly.

"I have some things to deal with, so I won't accompany you." Mr. Peng smiled.

"We are lucky enough to meet Mr. Peng in three lifetimes. We don't know when we will meet each other today. I hope the young master can leave your address and will visit you in the future."

Another businessman surnamed Bo stood up and said, among the merchants present, he was obviously of a high status, only below Jia Baiwan.

"Jiejing, Gouchen Avenue, Peng Mansion."

Mr. Peng did not hide it and said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, the attic was silent, and even a needle fell to the ground could be clearly heard.

Most of the merchants were still stunned, and the inspiration began to tremble. Soon, everyone reacted and looked at Mr. Peng with fear on his face. His body couldn't help but shrink back, as if he wanted to squeeze himself into the wall.

Seeing this, the noble man in white clothes and jade belt shook his head in a funny way.

"I have heard that the allusion of Ye Gong's love for dragons has always been regarded as a ridiculous story. Today, it seems that the allusion is true. All ordinary people are Ye Gong."

As the voice fell, the figure of Mr. Peng gradually disappeared from the pavilion.

The merchants wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads and looked at Jia Baiwan, who was sitting in the corner and drinking quietly. The sound of his heartbeat echoed in the pavilion, even louder than the piano and flute in the distance.

Jiejing is the capital of the Jie Dynasty. It is said that there are many demonic clouds. From a distance, even the Wanzhang City Wall is purple. There are no houses in the capital. There are only black abyss and purple mountain peaks. The big and small monsters live in the cave. Gouchen Avenue is said to be the most famous mountain road in Jiejing. The caves of that mountain road are all ten thousand-year-old monsters.

I don’t know who spread this statement first. After so many years, many people have taken it seriously.

As for the person who intercepted the court, the wealthy businessmen only knew one person - that person was the Grand Tutor of the current dynasty.

"Is it really the end of a stable life..."

Seeing the terrifying gazes coming from time to time by the merchants, Jia Baiwan sighed secretly.

He stood up and looked south from afar.
Chapter completed!