Chapter 433: The Xue family plots, Tianxiang Oiran (please vote for me~)
Xue Mingde's promotion ceremony ended here, but the corresponding reception and arrangements had just begun. In Xue Mingde's promotion ceremony, the people participating were either rich or noble, and the leaders of the first-class forces in the ordinary county were not ranked at all.
It can be said that everyone present, placed within their respective spheres of influence, is an existence that can cause a loud noise by stomping their feet. Under such circumstances, the arrangements after the promotion ceremony are not just as simple as entertaining. Instead, it turned into a large-scale social event with extremely high standards.
Among these forces, there may be competing interests or various demands. There was no suitable opportunity before, but now, with this opportunity, we can get to know each other.
In this social event, there is naturally a corresponding chain of contempt. The core high-level officials of a county's top force are not as good as the people in power of the top power. The people in power of the top power are not as good as the adjutants of a county, and the adjutants of a county are not as good as the chief officials of a county.
As the deputy governor of Beicang, Chen Ping'an is in charge of Beicang. He has an absolute dominant position in this social feast.
Even the pseudo-grandmasters from Canglong Prefecture’s Zhenfusi took the initiative to come over and make friends, exchanging words with each other from time to time.
However, compared with the rush of others, Chen Ping'an's thoughts are not here at all. Judging from his current true state, such occasions are undoubtedly a bit like playing house.
Before the feast was over, Chen Pingan got up early and prepared to leave. As the centerpiece of the occasion, his actions naturally attracted a series of attentions.
"Mr. Chen, why don't you show your favor and stay for a while? Xue specially arranged a gift for Tianxiang Tower. I just hope that I can share this elegance with you." Xue Mingde smiled and looked warm, as if yesterday's dispute did not exist at all.
"Thank you Mr. Xue for your kindness. Chen has other important matters, so I'll excuse you for now." Chen Ping'an looked calm, with an unquestionable power in his tone.
Xue Mingde's smile did not change and he gave a few more words of persuasion. Seeing that Chen Ping'an had made up his mind, he said no more.
This scene was seen by many people, and powerful representatives could not help but secretly envy Chen Pingan's aloofness. You can leave whenever you want, without worrying about anyone's face. Even if the owner of this place personally persuades him, he can still stick to his heart and do whatever he wants.
You don't have to change your true inner thoughts for anyone. This may be another use of power.
Fan Zhengheng was also surprised by Chen Ping'an's reaction, but he didn't think much about it and laughed happily with a few people on the side.
Wang Lingzhi held up the cup with great bearing. He glanced at Chen Ping'an's back from afar, with a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes.
"A mud-legged person is a mud-legged person. He doesn't know the importance of connections at all! If I give you a chance, you will be useless! Chen Ping'an, no matter how amazing your talent is, what can you do under the general trend!?"
"Shameless! Seeking death!"
Where no one could see, Xue Mingde's warm expression flashed with a hint of sinisterness.
Buzz~
In the room, Chen Pingan sat cross-legged, his eyebrows and soul shining brightly.
The Ten Thousand Demons Casting Body Technique is a supreme divine skill. Compared with the Soul-Severing Sword Technique, its difficulty in practicing it can be said to have risen sharply. Even though he has been adapting for so long now, his overall practice efficiency has not been effectively improved.
However, although the progress of his practice is tepid, Chen Ping'an is a little more impressed with the Ten Thousand Demons Casting Body Technique. Nowadays, he is successful in martial arts and has a broad vision. In addition to gaining a lot of insights with the help of the golden finger panel when his skills break through the realm, he can also gain a lot of insights in daily practice.
He has a solid foundation and a profound foundation of qualifications. This phenomenon is not surprising at all.
He has now come a long way in the middle stage of Yuheng. On the eyebrow-mind platform, the prototype of the spiritual fruit also had a vague feeling of roundness and crystal.
According to Chen Ping'an's judgment, after he completes the Ten Thousand Demons Body Building Technique, he will have truly completed the middle stage of Yuheng. But before that, he should be able to fully possess the combat power of a top master after completing the Ten Thousand Demons Body Building Technique.
With the blessing of the Ten Thousand Demonic Blood Fiends, he was shrouded in blood evils, which exerted a strong suppressive effect on the martial arts practitioners within the range. By then, it will be possible for him to rely on his Wandering Dragon Body Technique to powerfully kill the veteran masters in the middle stage of Yuheng! As for the Grandmaster, it is not difficult to defeat him within a few moves if he exerts all his strength. However, if you want to kill on the spot, you still need to spend a little effort.
Unknowingly, Chen Pingan has grown to this point. What was a rare existence for him at the beginning has now become the basic standard he uses to measure combat power.
Even when he truly reached the middle stage of Yuheng's cultivation, he could easily kill these most ordinary masters. With the absolute gap in combat power, no matter how good they are, they cannot cross this insurmountable chasm.
Like the veteran grandmaster in the middle stage of Yuheng, I am afraid that he will be in trouble in front of Chen Ping'an who is doing his best. Perhaps only those whose combat power is close to the top masters and who have considerable trump cards can survive by chance.
Chen Ping'an's whole body was faintly glowing with a rich blood red color, and he looked vaguely strange. However, every flash of light between his brows and soul will make this layer of strange feeling disappear.
+1!
A journey of thousands of miles begins with a single step! Accumulate every day and you will achieve something!
Chen Ping'an carried Zhou Tian more than ten times in a row. Until he entered the breath adjustment stage, he never sensed Fan Zhengheng's return. I guess Fan Zhengheng won't be back tonight.
At Fan Zhengheng's level, even though his combat power can be improved by intensively studying secret techniques, practicing hard skills, and borrowing foreign objects. But overall the price/performance ratio is extremely low.
In the realm of pseudo-grandmasters, the path to martial arts is basically cut off. No matter how hard you try, you can't get anything out of it. Even if he could be raised to 99% of the combat power of an official grandmaster, he still couldn't escape this big box that had been set long ago.
No matter how much you practice, it is impossible to improve your lifespan even a little bit. There may be pseudo-grandmasters who are still obsessed with improving their own combat power. But for the vast majority of pseudo-guru, these are not the most important things.
Because of their different personalities, each pseudo-guru pursues different things. Some pursue fame and fortune, some pursue power, and some pursue pleasure.
People like Fan Zhengheng pursue power and enjoy every experience of power. Beauty like that strong wine is a natural derivative of power. Fan Zhengheng would naturally not let this opportunity pass him by during Xue Mingde's promotion ceremony.
Among the pseudo-grandmasters, except for those who were forcibly activated through secret methods, Fan Zhengheng's combat power was considered to be at the bottom. This situation is precisely based on his character.
Everyone in the Weishui Town Fusi respected Fan Zhengheng like a god. For the low-level police officers and the middle-level commanders of the General Police Department, Fan Zhengheng is the heart of everyone, the most powerful man who controls the destiny of the county and city.
But to Chen Pingan, Fan Zhengheng is just an ordinary person with no ambition, content with pleasure, and a little calculation.
People, that's it. When you don't have that layer of filters, you will find that the people you usually fear are just ordinary people like you.
A classic scene that often appears in biographies is the differentiated training in which a servant controls a young lady and masters the core secrets. This kind of plot makes people want to stop. The core of it is where the filter is.
Your noble daughter is my plaything!
Early the next morning, before it was dark, someone came and waited carefully outside to let the guard guard pass the news.
"Sir, this is an invitation from Master Xue, please attend today's luncheon." Xiong Sanrang said with a respectful expression. Speaking of which, he has a rough voice, but his words and deeds are very moderate, and there is nothing to criticize.
"Back!" Chen Pingan waved his hand.
"Yes." Xiong Sanrang respectfully obeyed. "Is this how Master Chen replied?" Xue Mingde's voice was calm and not angry.
The steward who was delivering the message below felt like he was in the middle of the waves, weighing him down and being a little out of breath. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead unconsciously.
"Sir, this is what the guards around Mr. Chen said. I think this is what Mr. Chen meant." The steward replied cautiously, for fear of accidentally offending Xue Mingde.
"Okay." Xue Mingde's voice was calm, and there was nothing unusual about it: "Step back."
"Thank you, sir." The steward hurriedly stepped back as if he had received an amnesty.
But just as he exited the door, he felt a turbulence in the room, the air was violent, as if a terrifying wave had been set off.
"Chen Ping'an, you are so ignorant of praise. You missed my last kindness and your last chance to live. If you want to die so much," Xue Mingde's face instantly became ferocious and terrifying, his eyes flashing with lust like a wild beast. The cold light of blood: "Then I will help you!"
During the day, Chen Ping'an moved Zhou Tian more than ten times, and the progress of the practice of Ten Thousand Demons Casting Body Art was once again delayed by a small amount.
Fan Zhengheng has not returned yet, but Chen Ping'an is not in a hurry. He had already made up his mind. If Fan Zhengheng didn't come back tonight, he would go back to the city early tomorrow morning.
Counting the time, Xiong Sanrang's latest appointment should have been implemented. There is another matter that was arranged before and should have come to a conclusion.
Just when Chen Ping'an thought that Fan Zhengheng would not come back tonight, Fan Zhengheng came back on the carriage, and brought back a charming woman with a face like a peach blossom and a complexion like the clouds.
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"Master Chen, this is Tao Yan'er, the oiran of Tianxiang Tower." Fan Zhengheng looked rosy and full of energy. When he saw Chen Ping'an, he explained with a smile.
"I haven't met Mr. Chen yet." Fan Zhengheng turned his head and said seriously.
Upon hearing this, Tao Yan'er bowed down lightly, squeezing out the excessive roundness on her chest. She lowered her eyebrows and spoke in a silky voice, with a hint of shyness and coquettishness: "Tao Yan'er of the Nu family, have you seen her before?" Mr. Chen, I wish you good health and good health.”
Chen Pingan glanced at her deeply, with a hint of amusement in his heart: "Miss Taoyan'er, you don't have to be polite, please get up!"
"Thank you for your kindness, sir." Tao Yan'er stood up with a smile.
Fan Zhengheng looked at Chen Ping'an and thought he was fascinated by Tao Yan'er's beauty, and a trace of contentment could not help but appear in his eyes.
If Chen Pingan was still his former subordinate, he would not be like this. But now that Chen Ping'an has been promoted to the deputy governor of Beicang, his status is extraordinary. The beauty in his arms can make him fascinated, and he feels an indescribable feeling of satisfaction in his heart.
"Master Chen, I wonder if you are waiting for Fan." Fan Zhengheng asked with a smile.
Chen Pingan looked indifferent and expressed his intention to return tomorrow. In this regard, Fan Zhengheng has nothing to do. Xue Mingde's promotion ceremony was over, and there was really nothing that required them to stay. After setting the tone, Chen Pingan didn't want to talk any more and left.
"Master Chen, walk slowly."
Fan Zhengheng looked at Tao Yan'er eagerly. At the latter's shy response, he laughed and hugged Tao Yan'er into the room.
Early the next morning, two black, tall and wide specially-made vehicles slowly drove away from Liyang County under the protection of a group of guards.
The team seemed to be no different from when they arrived. The only difference was that there was an additional woman in Fan Zhengheng's carriage, Tao Yan'er, the oiran of Tianxianglou.
When they left, Xue Mingde came to say goodbye symbolically. During this period, Xue Mingde's expression was as usual, nothing strange at all.
The carriage drove slowly, and the accompanying team was neat and solemn.
Inside the carriage, Chen Pingan was sitting cross-legged, his eyebrows and soul shining brightly. The situation inside Fan Zhengheng's bicycle frame on the side was clearly visible and every detail could be observed under his spiritual induction.
"A worm hiding in your belly?" Chen Ping'an's mouth curved slightly, hiding a bit of curiosity and amusement: "It's a bit interesting."
In an instant, there seemed to be thousands of threads intertwined in his heart, and his thoughts flickered like lightning. His expression was as deep as the ocean, but beneath the calm surface there was a turbulent undercurrent.
Within a few breaths, his mind calmed down and returned to tranquility like the lake in autumn. He slowly closed his eyes, and his whole breath was immersed in inexplicable tranquility.
Buzz~
The light in his brows and soul trembled slightly, and the true energy in his body slowly flowed and circulated throughout his body.
+1!
Thirty miles away from Yangjun City, under a stone wall on the top of a mountain, an old man with gray hair was sitting cross-legged. The old man's figure was thin, and his eye sockets were slightly sunken, with a faint glint appearing.
Although the old man is sitting here cross-legged, his aura is restrained and hidden deep inside. Even if someone walks by not far in front of him, he will not notice his presence at all.
"Cough cough cough" the old man suddenly coughed violently, his throat was sweet and there was a faint feeling of blood. He quickly took out a white jade porcelain vase from his arms and poured out a green and round pill. He raised his head slightly and accepted it.
After ten breaths, the old man's dry cough began to subside. Just as he continued to dissolve the power of the medicine, his expression moved slightly, and when he turned his palm, a black jar appeared in his hand. Opening the mouth of the jar, a finger-sized black Gu worm was rolling crazily inside, its body twisted into various strange postures, as if it was suffering indescribable pain.
The old man stared at the Gu worm writhing in pain in the black jar, speechless, and finally turned into a long sigh. With a slight movement of his palm, the black jar disappeared from his hand.
He stood up slowly, looking through the obstacles in front of him and towards the distant and blurry horizon.
"Rangdao Chen Ping'an. It seems that you made a wrong choice after all!"
The old man's voice was low and thunderous, completely unlike his thin and shriveled appearance.
"It's a pity that a generation of genius is about to fall"
If there were people who knew him well, they would definitely recognize his identity.
Grandmaster of the Xue family, Qiyao pulse sealer, Xue Shishun!
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