Since then, Feng Xiaohan has become a little bitch.

However, this powerful dog-legged can only hide in the cellar of the kitchen, and live with the food that Feng Xiaohan packed in the middle of the diners.

A master who has reached this level is indeed powerful. Feng Xiaohan talks with him every night and has learned a lot of principles of being a human being. He Xirou did not notice that there were more guests in his Zizhuyuan after Feng Xiaohan.

The old beggar said that his name is Cui Weiming. His fifty years of experience in beggars have allowed him to view the world from the perspective of the lowest crowd, accumulate countless life experiences, and understand many principles.

Feng Xiaohan is indeed...

I learned a lot of different things.

For example, on this day, the old beggar sat cross-legged with a solemn expression, looking at him and asked, "What should you do when you and your companions encounter a bullying man and a domineering woman?"

Feng Xiaohan thought for a while and said, "The book says that the swordsman should be chivalrous in the world, of course he should stand up and save him with justice."

"A chivalrous heart and a kind heart are indeed of a swordsman."

The old beggar nodded with satisfaction and smiled: "If that person's cultivation is unfathomable, there is no possibility of defeating the other party?"

Feng Xiaohan was silent for a while and said, "I will run away before the other party finds me. Since I can't beat me, why should I fight?"

The old beggar expressed his feelings deeply and said, "What if the victimized woman finds out that you begging hard, and you can't bear it?"

Feng Xiaohan shook his head and said, "I have never been soft-hearted. I don't know what it feels like. So I don't know what to do."

"When he was in the town, didn't He Xirou teach you whether to give alms to beggars and how much it costs to give alms depends on your mood at that time."

The old beggar said seriously: "Saving people and giving alms to beggars is the same thing, and they both give others the opportunity to continue to live. It depends on your mood at that time."

Feng Xiaohan thought about it and found it made sense, so he asked, "What should I do when I am in a good mood?"

"When you are in a good mood, you will naturally not be able to save me."

"What's wrong?"

"If it's not good, just slap Lengzi and give the villain a sword, then turn your head and run away."

The old beggar answered without any hesitation, with a calm expression, as if he was talking about something very small, obviously so natural.

Feng Xiaohan said seriously: "What you said makes sense, I remember it."

The old beggar smiled slightly and continued, "When you and He Xirou were in the town, didn't she suddenly get angry? How did you do it?"

Feng Xiaohan said: "Of course I chased her and asked her why she was angry."

"Then she told you?"

"No."

“That’s right.”

The old beggar smiled and whispered in his ear: "If there is something similar in the future, you should do this..."

After saying that, the old beggar sat there and squinted his eyes at him, with a strange smile on his face.

Feng Xiaohan's face became very exciting and he said, "Although I have not been in the world for a long time, I still know that doing this is a hooligan. Don't lie to me."

The old beggar said seriously: "Sometimes women are unreasonable, so naturally they have to use unreasonable methods."

Feng Xiaohan thought for a while and said, "It's reasonable, but how do you know this? Have you ever practiced it?"

The old beggar looked at him with a smile, his eyes showing a look of recollection, and he did not respond.

Feng Xiaohan left the cellar and went back to the house.

In the evening, the moonlight shone on the ground through the bamboo window, dyeing the house with a layer of silver frost.

Feng Xiaohan sat on the ground, closed his eyes and calmed his mind, and took spiritual energy into his body to transform into spirits.

Lou Tingyu has broken through the realm, and Feng Xiaohan is no longer his opponent in the head-on confrontation, which is quite a blow to him.

The spiritual energy penetrates the body, passes through the bones that emit light golden light, and enters the meridians.

"What kind of luck did this guy Chen Feng have? Are the two disciples both of them in golden and jade bodies?"

In the cellar of the next kitchen, the old beggar showed a look of shock on his face and thought to himself: "I have to find an opportunity to see this boy's physique another day."

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...

A month has passed since the Qingzhu Peak competition, and the mysterious people in Xuanwu Field have not made any progress. Some people even speculated that the man had left Changming Sect. The ten elders were anxious and doubled the number of patrolling people on the peak, restricting the disciples of this peak from going out for half a night.

On the other hand, Lou Qianshan has been calm and relaxed this month and seems to have not taken it to heart at all.

In a month, Chen Feng taught Feng Xiaohan and He Xirou several sets of swordsmanship, and took them to Ziyun Peak to communicate with Xueyun Peak.

The two peaks are also the best at killing things. The countless fighting techniques and wonderful methods that have been praised since the beginning of the sect have opened their eyes and learned a lot with their Wanyan magical powers.

Whether the mysterious man is still enduring or has left, there is nothing wrong within the Changming Sect for the time being, but something happened to the small town at the foot of the mountain.

Almost all the chrysanthemums in the town withered overnight. Even the chrysanthemums raised by Zhao Zhanshao, who lives in Qingzhu Peak, have not survived. In recent days, they have been in a gloomy face and in a very bad mood.

In the stock liquid outside the town, the endless wild chrysanthemum also experienced large-scale necrosis.

Chen Tang, the fourth elder of Huashafeng, went down the mountain to investigate.

"The roots of the chrysanthemums in the wild are pitch black and have a very light smell of almonds. They are obviously caused by toxins and are spread from the soil."

Chen Tang sat in a large mansion in the town. Behind him was a young man in green, with his eyebrows lowered and his head lowered, with a kind face. He was Dongfang Yu, one of the eight closed disciples.

Chen Tang held two bouquets of corrupt chrysanthemums, glanced at the faces of the gardeners coming, and said a little apologetically: "It's shameful to say that the chrysanthemums at home suddenly withered are too strange. I only blame the shallow knowledge. My disciple and I have not yet found out the reason."

An old gardener said, "Elder Chen, don't say that. You are one of the best alchemists on Chengtian Continent. If you can't even see it, it seems that this is indeed strange."

Chen Tang thought that he was really unable to be modest in this regard, so he said, "Can the fertilizer and water you use to grow flowers this year be taken from the same place?"

The gardener thought for a while and said, "The fertilizers are made by themselves, and the raw materials are different, but the water sources are all taken from Qingliuxi."

Everyone else nodded.

Dongfang Yu frowned slightly and said, "The source of the Qing River is on the Langya Peak of Changmingzong. I believe that nothing will happen under the eyes of Uncle Master."

Chen Tang shook his head and said, "Otherwise, isn't the mere earth armor rat doing evil under the nose of Senior Brother Xia Yu? Things happening under the lights from time to time. Remember, no one is omnipotent."

Dongfang Yan nodded and bowed and said, "Thank you Master to give me advice, I will remember it in my heart."

"And the clear stream also flows through Huasha Peak. Didn't the many disciples of my Peak find any problems?"

Chen Tang stood up and said, "Since we use water from clear streams, we might as well go to the stream to take a look first. If it is really a problem with the stream, it will not be too late for us to go to Langya Peak."
Chapter completed!