I have an altar of luck

"You are a majestic Marquis of Ten Thousand Households, why don't you bring me an altar?"

"Drink or not?"

"drink!"

With four dishes of side dishes and a pot of priceless spirit wine, Chen Yuan and Zhang Xuan had a drink in the room of Nanling Mansion and drank three jars of spirit wine in a row.

The hesitation did not use his true energy to dispel it, and Zhang Xuan's face was already slightly red.

It's a pity to tell Chen Yuan that he had to go back to the capital to take up a post as soon as he was transferred to the south, and it was difficult to get together. If it was possible, it would be okay to work under his command.

With a decisive boss, who would dare to mess with him?

But Chen Yuan just smiled. He used to be a boss, but now he is a subordinate. Ordinary people are really awkward. They just took it as Zhang Xuan's drunken words and didn't take it to heart.

With the improvement of status, there are fewer and fewer people who are qualified to be Chen Yuan's friends, most of them are based on the balance of interests, not as pure as before when we were weak.

Therefore, Chen Yuan cherished these few guys who were willing to do anything for their friends.

After several hours of drinking, Zhang Xuan lowered his head and lay on the ground, muttering:

"My surname is Chen. My second sister was very kind to me before. If you still treat me as a friend, don't let her down. Otherwise, we will..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell unconscious.

Chen Yuan folded his hands and smiled:

"Do not worry."

After confirming that Zhang Xuan was only drunk and had no other problems, he didn't stay too long, and announced his complete return in Qingzhou.

There is no need for this in Nanling Mansion.

It quickly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

About thirty breaths after Chen Yuan left, Zhang Xuan, who was still unconscious before, raised his head from the table, with deep eyes, and sighed softly.

……

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From Nanling Prefecture to Ping'an County, Chen Yuan used even faster speed and covered a distance of hundreds of miles in almost a moment. When looking down at this small county, he quickly found the palace under construction.

From the moment he became Marquis of Wu'an, Ping'an County was his fiefdom.

Come to think of it, it's really interesting.

Definitely a homecoming.

It's a pity that the girl who sold buns with a ponytail on the street has disappeared, and no one secretly stuffs eggs for him anymore. After she moved away, they didn't see each other, and each was safe.

Chen Yuan could find her, but it was not necessary.

The road to rebellion is vigorous and vigorous. Regardless of Chen Yuan's ambitions, no one knows whether he can succeed. Being an ordinary person like Wang Ping and living a stable life is already the dream of countless people.

Chen Yuan hid his breath and walked on the streets of Ping'an County. The people on both sides of the road turned a blind eye to him. Today was a lively market, and he saw many familiar faces.

There is Mrs. Tie, the former widow, Zhu Sihai from the Four Seas Gang, his former neighbors, and his colleagues and subordinates when he was in the county government.

Walking all the way, just like a stranger.

The time has only been less than two years, but it seems like the sea has changed, and things have changed.

Chen Yuan's current state is a bit strange, he looks like a passer-by, but also seems to be involved in it, because this is his starting point, where he rises.

Inside the Lingtai, the purple primordial spirit closed its eyes and exhaled. The dragon ball that had not been refined before was suspended above the primordial spirit, and traces of pure aura were poured into the primordial spirit.

Walking step by step, as if measuring the land.

Chen Yuan came to the county government of Ping'an County, saw more familiar faces, and also saw Wu Qingfeng, who was handling official duties seriously at the moment.

It seems that he dare not slack off.

Wu Qingfeng doesn't comment, but at least he is qualified as an official, better than Li Mingqi.

After looking at the county government office for a while, Chen Yuan moved again, his feet seemed to shrink into an inch, and when he reappeared, he came to the Hou Mansion built for him by the Ping'an county government office.

It occupies a large area, as large as a thousand feet.

Although it hasn't been built yet, it has extraordinary momentum.

The materials used are all high-quality. No one dares to break ground on the head of the famous and fierce Wu Anhou. Moreover, he is the pride of Ping'an County. Who would dare to steal and play tricks?

His journey is not over yet, so keep going.

Inside the Misty Rain Building, Wang Ping was very happy, playing hide-and-seek with a few girls blindfolded, with a wretched smile from time to time, enjoying it.

He likes to practice, but his talent is too poor. Even with his help, the upper limit is very low, so he never left Ping'an County from the beginning to the end.

Relying on Chen Yuan, everything was in chaos.

that's enough.

No matter how many people dream of it, they can't get such a life.

Chen Yuan was also happy to see this brother who was so kind to him so happy, life is short, he should enjoy himself in time.

After watching for a while, Chen Yuan came to the south of the city, the Sanhe Boxing Gym.

Just like Wang Ping borrowed from Chen Yuan, Zhao Nanshan also borrowed from him, and the return on investment was astonishing. At this moment, the entire boxing gym has been expanded several times.

Nearly a hundred disciples performed the San He Fist in unison, supervised by Guo Xu, Zhao Nanshan's first disciple, holding a bamboo stick in his hand, and whoever's airs were not standard would be whipped with a stick.

Seeing that the disciples below were a little unconvinced, he walked slowly to a wooden stake and swung his fist for a blow.

The stake exploded, looking back and saying coldly:

"Practicing martial arts first connects the piles, the foot is not stable, how can you resist? This punch has 12 years of skill, can you stop it?"

"Keep practicing!"

In the backyard, Zhao Nanshan's long gray hair had turned black, and most of the wrinkles on his face had disappeared, as if he had rejuvenated himself.

Thanks to the black jade ointment that Chen Yuan gave last time, his injuries have also recovered.

It's just that I'm a little older, and I have no hope of passing through the mystery in this life.

However, retirement in Ping'an County is also very good. Perhaps, he should be very thankful that his investment back then gave Chen Yuan a lot of help.

In exchange for a lifetime of peace.

Chen Yuan straightened his face, faced Zhao Nanshan, and bowed far away.

This bow is to thank him for his tireless help.

Zhao Nanshan, who was sipping his tea lightly, seemed to be aware of it. He looked to the front left, rubbed his eyes, and saw that there was nothing there, so he laughed, thinking that he was wrong.

Continue humming a ditty.

Continue to walk, this time, Chen Yuan came to the Temple of Mercy.

But he didn't go in, stopped for a moment, turned and left.

The dragon ball above the primordial spirit has basically melted at this moment, and an inexplicable Dao Yun is radiating from Chen Yuan's body, like a ray of cool summer wind, which makes people feel refreshed.

The last stop, Chen's courtyard.

Chen Yuan passed through the door, as far as he could see, there was no overgrown weeds in the small courtyard, everything was as it had been many times before, he didn't know why, and suddenly smiled.

Entering the room, there are three spiritual tablets on it, which are father, mother, and uncle in turn.

He leaned over and picked up the three incense sticks on the table, lit them and bowed.

The Taoist aggregates of the whole body have reached their peak.

Suddenly regaining consciousness, the primordial spirit is complete and flawless!

The audience lives in all kinds of ways, refines the moral heart of the world, comprehends the past of 10 people, and breaks the limit of the soul!

Chapter 578 Ten Inches of Yuanshen!Self-generated magic!

The purple primordial spirit came out of the altar, with divine light radiating from its body, hanging three inches above Chen Yuan's head, and its original nine-inch primordial spirit suddenly became ten inches in size without knowing it!

Although it may seem inconspicuous, it actually makes people feel deeply.

It's like breaking the shackles, breaking the cage, and there is a sense of carelessness.

In Chen Yuan's cognition, the peak of Yuanshen is nine inches, and he has never heard of ten inches of Yuanshen, even the senior Mo Luo in the Huangbutcher knife has never said this.

It seems to be an iron rule for warriors to practice.

However, Chen Yuan broke the shackles unknowingly for some reason.

After he entered Ping'an County, he was in a trance, thinking of the beautiful figure in front of the shop secretly handing him eggs, and he fell into a rather strange state.

After entering the county town, I saw many of his old acquaintances. Like a bystander, I saw the previous scenes and met a few people who had a great influence on him when he came to this world.

Wu Qingfeng, Wang Ping, Zhao Nanshan...

Feelings from the heart, I just feel that the mind is complete, and after a few sticks of incense, the state of mind tends to be complete.

Coupled with the previous accumulation, there is such a change.

Once in the battle in Liangzhou City, Chen Yuan was unable to mobilize the True Martial Immortal Sword. Based on the Wanmin Umbrella, he mobilized hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Liangzhou City, and fell into a near-death state.

On the top of Wudang Mountain, reincarnated thousands of times, laying a solid foundation.

In itself, it is equivalent to walking around in the world of mortals. At that time, the supernatural power he felt was not so heavy, but now he has accumulated a lot of money, and only then has he revealed his true power.

This also seemed to be one of the few opportunities where he did not contact the guidance of the luck altar, and directly broke through with his own understanding.

And when he thought about it, maybe even if he had the chance, he would not be able to do such a mysterious thing, because it was not relying on any spiritual thing, but relying on his own understanding.

Chen Yuan realized something, instead of looking at the ten-inch spirit floating above his head, he crossed his knees directly in front of the spiritual seat, keeping his mind on it.

The sky over Ping'an County.

There seemed to be a slight change in the originally clear sky. People subconsciously looked at the sky, and then someone shouted in surprise.

"Then... what is that?"

"Yes Yes……"

"Purple air from the sky!"

Starting from the east and coming out of the void, wisps of purple air flow appeared in the void, and under the shining of the sun, it was miraculous and extraordinary.

The purple air gathered very quickly, and in just a short moment, the sky over half of Ping'an County was covered with purple air, making people daunting and wanting to surrender.

"Heavenly miracle!!!"

"Vision! Vision!"

"There is a spirit in heaven."

"Could it be that my Ping'an County is going to produce a saint!"

The voices kept ringing one after another, the bazaar stopped, vendors, common people, scholars, and even Jianghu warriors couldn't help but kneel down and pay homage at this moment.

Saints come out, all living beings welcome!

County magistrate Wu Qingfeng of Ping'an County Government heard the noise outside, frowned, put down the official document in his hand, walked out of the hall, looked into the void, only saw the sky full of purple air, and was stunned for a moment.

Seeing the officials around him kneel down, he couldn't help but go back to the room, and immediately knelt down and surrendered.

He didn't know why, when he saw the purple air for the first time, he had the idea of ​​surrender, not daring to blaspheme Tianwei.

Sanhe Boxing Gym.

Hundreds of disciples who practiced couldn't help bowing down and bowing down, constantly thinking of those rumors in their hearts, Zi Qi, this is the image of a saint!

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, kneeling on the ground seems to be nothing.

The teacup in Zhao Nanshan's hand fell to the ground, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, hesitating for a moment, then bowed and knelt facing the sky and the earth.

Inside the Misty Rain Building.

Wang Ping, who was smoking a cigarette, couldn't care less. He pushed open the window, and the sky was clouded by purple air. For some reason, he suddenly thought of his playmate Fa.

"Brother Yuan, it's a miracle from heaven. It's a pity that you can't see it. I'll tell you about it when I come back another day." Wang Ping muttered, pulled a few girls who were smoking, and knelt down facing the vision of heaven and earth. .

In this world, for ordinary people, although they are not uncivilized, they are definitely a little ignorant and superstitious. They believe that there are foxes and white snakes in the world.

Believe that the emperor's mouth contains the constitution of heaven, and what he says follows the law.

Naturally, I am in awe of this vision of purple air coming from the east.