Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

Since he is already the stepson of the Fang family, it is very reasonable to make a clean break with his biological father's side of the family line.

But Fang Yuan, who had been neglected and dependent on others, was moved by the scene while worshiping his ancestors, and thought of his late biological father.

So later, he secretly found an open space in a dark place, picked up soil and stones, and piled up the soil and stones like a child playing house to serve as his biological father's spiritual tablet.

Then he quietly kowtows and bows nine times to the soul, paying homage to his deceased biological father and his biological father's ancestors.

Fangyuan is very precocious and wise, but he is still a seven-year-old child after all.

He didn't know that Fang's father had already discovered the child's strange behavior, followed him quietly, and saw the child worshiping secretly.

When Fang's father stood up, Fang Yuan was very panicked. She felt that she had done something wrong and broke the rules and would be severely punished by her stepfather.

Unexpectedly, Father Fang was also a thoughtful man. He said to Fang Yuan:

"You, this child, are only seven years old. You are living under someone else's roof, but you have never forgotten your ancestors. You have your own ambitions and persistence at a young age. You will definitely not be a thing in the pond in the future."

"It's just that your little sister Fang Fang is unruly and willful, and she may not be able to succeed in the future. If you really make a difference in the future, don't forget to take care of her."

From then on, Fang's father regarded Fang Yuan as his own, treated him as his own son, and began to teach him how to do business.

Fang Fang, who was originally the apple of the Fang family's eye, was suddenly deprived of her father's favor, and naturally felt resentful.

....

When the young woman Fang Fang mentioned this matter, she still had some complaints in her heart:

"My father once talked about this matter with guests after drinking one day, and I happened to overhear..."

"But he can't even handle a bowl of water. It's obvious that I am his biological child."

When Fang Fang said this, her beautiful eyebrows almost turned into a frown:

"For example, the will made before my father and stepmother both died of illness said that the family's shop on Antique Street would be handed over to my stepson Fangyuan to inherit, and I could only get some antiques and property as a dowry."

"The value of the two seems to be 50-50. There is a huge difference, but the antique shops in the imperial capital are not ordinary. It is obviously a golden hen that lays eggs, but it was given to Fang Yuan. I am not convinced."

The young woman Fang Fang was so angry that she didn't notice that Wan Ronghua, who was listening next to her, couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly.

What kind of golden hen lays eggs... Did Fang Fang not consider the possibility of losing money in business?

Whether it is a golden hen or not depends on whose hands it is.

Chapter 134 Blood Moon Fishing

Wan Ronghua narrowed his eyes and suppressed the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

Fangyuan Fangfang's father was actually one of his rivals in the business world.

Although Fang's father's antique business is not big, far less than his Wanronghua, he does have some discernment.

For example, the Bloody Sun picture that Father Fang made a huge gamble and spent a lot of money to buy was indeed not a special thing.

It's just that although he has good eyesight, it's a pity that he can't grasp the Blood Sun Picture, and eventually the sword ghost worshiped by Wanjia is taken away.

Father Fang also has a good eye for seeing people.

For example, his own daughter, Fang Fang, really doesn't have much talent in antique appraisal.

Fang Fang kept saying that the value of the shop and antique property was 50-50.

But this batch of antiques later fell into the hands of Wan Ronghua. He specially invited a special treasure appraiser to evaluate them, and their value was not low.

In fact, the value of the Fang family's antique shop and antique belongings is about thirty-seven kilograms.

This is human nature.

After all, no matter how much Fang's father thinks of Fang Yuan, he is still his stepson and cannot compare to his biological daughter.

And if the antique shop falls into Fang Fang's hands, it may not be worth three cents.

"Fang'er, don't talk about these troublesome things and go back home."

Wan Ronghua hugged his young and beautiful concubine and walked back.

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Imperial Capital Antique Street.

Antique Street, like Caishikou, is quite famous in the imperial capital.

Although this antique street is not very big, there are antique shops on both sides, and there are also vendors setting up street stalls along the street, which is quite lively.

There are many ancient relics from previous dynasties, relics and foreign objects, as well as some jades unearthed from the ground.

Occasionally, when someone digs out a high-grade spiritual stone, it can even alert immortal cultivators to come.

There are many tomb thieves selling stolen goods and gamblers wanting to try their luck. It is a bustling neighborhood with a lot of people in the entire imperial capital.

On this day, the sun was shining brightly, but an old man followed the crowd and came here alone.

His purpose today is to fish.

Use that blood moon chart to fish.

Now that he already knows that the sword ghost is worshiped by the Wan family, and there is an antique shop owned by the Wan family in this antique street, he can hawk on the street at will, and the news will probably reach the hands of the sword ghost soon.

Qiao Mu glanced at the antique stalls along the street, found an open space in the corner, and squatted by the roadside like other vendors.

But as soon as he squatted down, something happened that made him dumbfounded.

When a passerby saw him squatting down, he stopped for a moment, took out a few coins from his money bag, and threw them on the ground in front of Qiao Mu.

When one person does it, others will follow suit.

"Sigh, the current situation is so weak that there will be famine every time there is a natural disaster. Although the Imperial Capital is better than other areas, there are still people who are suffering no matter where they are."

"Uncle, please take it easy. The sun is so bright, don't get dizzy."

While Qiao Mu was dazed, several passers-by were already dropping coins in front of him, causing him to touch his now old face in astonishment.

"Am I just like a beggar?" He was speechless.

Although Qiao Mu changed his appearance with flesh and blood, it was only a partial change, so his appearance at this time was indeed approaching that of an ordinary ninety-year-old man.

He now has wrinkles on his face, his eyes are droopy, and his long hair is already white. He is indeed a very old man.

At noon when the scorching sun is high, this decrepit old man squats down like this... Doesn't it make people feel pity?

"I'm really not a beggar."

Qiao Mu coughed lightly, quickly took out a scroll from his arms, and gently spread it out on the ground.

"The blood moon in the sky is an ancient painting from hundreds of years ago. It's worth ten thousand taels of silver. Take a look."

He howled so loudly that a large circle suddenly became empty in front of him.

"I thought he was an old beggar, but turned out to be an old liar?"

The faces of the pedestrians suddenly changed, and some even squatted down to retrieve the coins they had just dropped, but Qiao Mu didn't pay attention.

Grandpa Qiao is fishing, and those who are willing will take the bait.

He is not here to sell paintings at all, but to fish.

"This painting can be sold for ten thousand taels of silver? Is your painting paper made of gold, or is your painting scroll made of gold?" a passerby mocked.

Qiao Mu didn't care, he just sat there quietly, closing his eyes and meditating.

This blood moon diagram can make a martial artist like him fall into hallucinations and cause his energy and blood to surge.

But for the ninth-grade warrior Fangyuan, or for ordinary people who have not practiced martial arts, it is just an ordinary painting. Although the artist's artistic conception is not bad, it is ridiculous to say it is worth ten thousand taels.

"Are you deliberately shouting a sky-high price to please others? Old man, you are quite clever, but it's a pity that you made the wrong calculation." The vendor next to him shook his head:

"There are naturally a lot of smart people in this world. Do you think just shouting a sky-high price will be useful?"

"Haha, it's up to you whether you can sell it or not." Qiao Mu said cheerfully, with a good attitude.

Time passed quickly and people kept passing by.

Occasionally, passers-by stopped and were attracted by the blood moon volley, and there was even a sixth- or seventh-grade warrior among them.

But after asking about the price, they all shook their heads and left.

Ten thousand taels of silver for a painting is really outrageous.

If this painting was not at a street stall, but in a luxuriously decorated antique shop, it might still have some credibility, and at least it would make people look at it carefully.

But on the roadside... naturally no one cares.

Only a few people came out of the Wanjia antique store in the street, glanced at it casually, and their expressions changed slightly, but they quickly left.

....

Sword Demon has been a little absent-minded these past few days, his thoughts fluctuate from time to time, and he is a little confused.

Ever since he watched Qiao Zhong's execution and bumped into an envoy from the so-called "Martial Arts Alliance" that night, his life had already entered a torrent.

"Martial Saint is dead." He murmured:

"But using martial arts to enter Taoism is a real thing."

That night, after meeting the envoy of the Martial Arts Alliance, he was greatly shocked and accepted the invitation to become a member of the "Martial Arts Alliance".

"The body of King Qin, the 'initiator', does not look like a human body at all. It has long exceeded the limit of the human body."

"My god-refining warriors are not necessarily much stronger than fourth-grade warriors in the third level of strength and strength. At most, some god-refining warriors may live longer and have more accumulation."

"Perhaps, this is another path different from the path of refining gods..."

While the Sword Demon was meditating, an envoy from the Wan Family hurriedly arrived, interrupting his thoughts.

"On the Antique Street, there seems to be a Blood Moon Soaring Picture by the God Refining Painter?" Sword Demon suddenly became interested.

Whether it is the Martial Arts Alliance or entering the Tao through martial arts, it is too far for him.

If he could get the Blood Moon Diagram, which was suspected to have the same origin as the Blood Sun Diagram, maybe he could go one step further...

Chapter 135 The third level of refining the gods (3k

Thousands of mansions.

"The Blood Moon Picture, which is suspected to have the same origin as the Blood Sun Picture, has appeared? Sword Demon is planning to go to the antique street?"

Wan Ronghua, who had just learned about this incident, suddenly recalled the past.

The sword ghost is one of the worshipers of the Wan family, and its status is not low.

The so-called god-refining masters are all at the third level.

There are nine levels of martial arts in the world, and this nine-level martial arts system was actually established by the Great Yan Dynasty after the nine-level official system.

The powerful officials of the third rank and above were placed above the Great Yan Court, and they were already high-ranking officials from the upper to the top of the imperial court, with high positions of authority.

As long as the Lian Shen Wu Fu has a clean life and joins the imperial court, he can become a third-grade Wu Sanguan.

Even if you are a casual official with no real power, your salary and status will naturally be good when you reach this level.

The sword ghost is a god-refining martial artist whose hands are not very clean.

Of course, as long as he is strong enough, even if he cannot become a military official in the court, he can still become one of the worshipers of a wealthy family like Wanjia, and he can still be popular and popular.

In particular, Sword Demon's rare witnessing technique is a god-refining martial arts technique that can kill people invisible.

In the past few years, Wan Ronghua has saved a lot of trouble by relying on the sword ghost's extraordinary martial arts.

For example, the antique dealer surnamed Fang was attracted by the Sword Demon because of the bloody sun picture, and then Wan Ronghua conveniently embezzled it and wiped it clean.

.....

Antique Street.

Qiao Mu squatted casually by the roadside, howling from time to time and selling the blood moon picture on the stall.

Most of the passers-by just stopped for a moment, attracted by the blood moon picture, but after hearing the sky-high price shouted by Qiao Mu, they all quickly turned around and left, and almost no one even tried to bargain tentatively.

It wasn't until the sun set that the fourth and fifth grade warriors gradually appeared. It seems that the news that he was selling the Blood Moon Picture had spread around the Antique Street of the Imperial Capital.

"Uncle, your price is too outrageous, isn't it? Can't it be cheaper?" asked a cold voice.

Qiao Mu looked up, his eyes suddenly brightened.

Yes, the rightful owner has arrived.