Fox Road Travel Notes

Chen Zican and Wang Qiaorong suddenly realized it, looked at each other, and secretly rejoiced.

Wang Heming smiled slightly: "Besides, where did we get so much money!"

"The Qing government blocked everything, and every family had a very difficult life. Twenty thousand taels of silver has been the family wealth of Dongting Water Village for many years."

"Today, Tang Jingwu and Zican donated generously, which I did not expect."

He glanced at the sleeping Kuan'er and said, "Does your little accountant agree with your spending money like this?"

Wang Heming knew how picky Kuan'er was.

Chen Zican laughed and said, "If you come back after all your wealth is gone, why should a man worry about being without money?"

Wang Heming looked at him deeply: "Zi Can, if you hadn't turned the tide today, my brother might have screwed up everything this time!"

"I owe you a huge favor. The ten thousand taels of silver are lent to you by my brother..."

Chen Zican knew that even if the alliance failed this time, Li Dingguo could still win a great victory and change the situation in Jiangnan.

What you did did not change history.

Because this time, Taixu Liuli Illusion had no reaction to his actions.

After several trials, he has discovered that as long as you don't reveal the secret and follow the general trend, the world will not reject you.

After all, this illusion is the training ground for the Qingqiu tribe.

As long as you don't deliberately mess up the situation, the level of tolerance and friendliness is still quite high.

"No, this money is what I, Wang Qiaorong, owe to Brother Chen!"

Wang Qiaorong came here specially to help. He thought that just by holding the long sword in his hand, he would be able to frighten the heroes today.

After hearing these words, I realized that I had almost messed up the matter by drawing my sword rashly, and I couldn't help but secretly regret it.

"Oh?"

Chen Zican found it interesting: "Well, Sister Rong, are you going to return this money to me?"

"this--"

Wang Qiaorong was stunned and sneered: "What does a mere ten thousand taels of silver count?"

"Tonight, I will rob the richest man in Shimen Town..."

Wang Heming coughed: "Miss Wang, don't bother, you are at the home of the richest man in Shimen Town..."

"ah?--"

Chen Zican and Wang Qiaorong looked at each other speechlessly. Suddenly, the three of them laughed together.

"I don't want Sister Rong to pay back the money." Chen Zican shook his head, "I just want-"

Wang Qiaorong immediately became alert: "Then what do you want?"

Chen Zican showed that pure and harmless smile again, but Wang Heming frowned slightly.

What kind of trick is this kid trying to do again...

Looking at the expressions of the two of them, Chen Zican smiled even brighter.

"I only want Sister Rong to teach me martial arts."

"You want to practice martial arts?" Wang Heming and Wang Qiaorong were both surprised.

Chen Zican nodded seriously: "Yes, why don't you want to?"

"I have been thinking about it my whole life, but unfortunately I have never met an expert."

"Yesterday, I heard King Gourd say that Sister Rong fought against Alima, the top master outside the customs, and I was already fascinated by it."

"Today, I saw with my own eyes Sister Rong's solitary sword and her graceful demeanor, tsk tsk..."

Wang Qiaorong's face turned red.

After seeing Chen Zican's unpredictable methods tonight, I already regarded him as a hidden master in my heart. After hearing these few compliments, I felt a little embarrassed.

"Eh? Why are you blushing?"

Chen Zican looked at her with interest: "I want you to be the master, not the bride."

"Stop being so coy, just teach me, okay?"

"Kid, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll strike with my sword..."

Wang Qiaorong made a serious face.

Chen Zican thought of King Calabash saying that if there were seventeen or eight little cocks like him, Wang Qiaorong could castrate them all with one sword, and he immediately couldn't laugh anymore.

Seeing that he seemed scared, Wang Qiaorong raised her chin: "I'm going to teach you——"

"Let me think about it again."

"Then, first tell me how you cut the banana today."

In fact, when she saw Chen Zican's trick today, she couldn't find the answer after thinking about it, and she was full of doubts.

Otherwise, how could she come here in the middle of the night?

She has never believed much in magical magic.

After so many years in the world, I have seen strange people and evil methods.

Either he is gifted, or he has practiced some weird technique.

But she had never even thought about being able to cut a banana like Chen Zican from a distance of five to six feet without damaging the skin.

If you really have such an invulnerable ability, what kind of martial arts would you learn?

She cursed in her heart.

Wang Heming was actually curious about this, and said with a smile: "Zi Can, we can't learn your skills and we don't want to learn them. We just have a lot of experience. Why don't you talk about it?"

"There's nothing I can't say..."

Chen Zican stalked him and came over with a smile.

"Then, Sister Rong, if I tell you, can you teach me martial arts?"

Wang Qiaorong's sleeves flicked, and Chen Zican soared like a cloud, flying ten feet away with his chair, but he landed firmly without falling.

"Wow--"

Chen Zican exclaimed.

"Monk Tong said you are Zhou Dianxian's disciple?"

"How old is your master? Are there really gods in this world?"

"Uh - Sister Rong, please don't tell me in advance."

"Let's make a deal. I'll tell you how to cut a banana, and you can teach me how to push me away just now, okay?"

Chen Zican moved the chair back again, experienced the magic of martial arts, and became even more reluctant.

Wang Qiaorong hesitated again and again and nodded: "Okay, but if you can't learn it, you can't blame me."

Chen Zican finally got what he wanted and smiled sincerely.

"How can this be possible?"

"Sister Rong, you teach me sincerely, little brother, I will learn with my heart. When my martial arts skills are as good as yours, I will also give you a nickname. Well, I will call you "Jade Faced Shura". Isn't he handsome?..."

Wang Qiaorong thought of her nickname, her face turned red again, and she glared at him: "You have a face like a bamboo shoot, but you still have a jade face!"

Chen Zican was baffled.

Wang Heming laughed at the side and said: "As the saying goes, you have twenty-four layers of bamboo shell face, peeled off layer after layer. Miss Wang is saying that you are thick-skinned..."

Chen Zican nodded solemnly: "Master, sister, has a keen eye. Then, I will call you Thousand Layers Jade Face Jun Shura..."

Wang Qiaorong couldn't hold it any longer and laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten up.

Wang Heming also smiled and said: "In my free time these days, I often think about the deception that Qun Can did that day. Everything else is easy to say, but this trick of bamboo shoot face is the most difficult to learn..."

The three of them laughed again.

Wang Qiaorong finally took a breath, wiped the corners of her eyes, went over and took a silver candlestick and stuffed it into his hand.

"What does this mean?" Chen Zican was stunned.

"You cast the spell and cut it off. I'll look more carefully this time." Wang Qiaorong was very serious.

"this--"

Chen Zican looked at the silver candlestick in his hand, which weighed two ounces, with a bitter look on his face.

"What? Keep cutting?"

Wang Qiaorong was a little disappointed. The silver was soft and could not be peeled off. It seemed that the immortal family's methods were nothing more than this.

Chen Zican nodded.

"So, what can you cut off?"

"Could it be that your magic can only peel bananas?" Wang Qiaorong already felt that he had been fooled.

"What? How is that possible!"

"It's fine if it's softer than a banana, but it's better to have the skin on and be thicker."

Chen Zican smiled.

"Cut~"

Wang Qiaorong was greatly disappointed: "I think the only thing thicker than banana peel is your bamboo shoot face..."

Chen Zican said helplessly: "Let's not just focus on this little advantage on my face, okay?"

"Go and find a banana. The little fairy will open your eyes today!"

Wang Qiaorong curled her lips in disdain, and quickly walked out of the window without making any gestures.

The red dress flashed and disappeared into the vast night.