Martial arts immortality, my practice has experience

Chen Pingan left the restaurant, followed by a large group of people.

This banquet was organized by Tian Fuliang, so it was naturally regarded as the official business of Zhenfu Company.

"Sir, it's windy outside, would you like to wear a cloak?"

Zeng Jiuji also followed Chen Pingan, holding a cloak in his hand. Once upon a time, he was now Chen Pingan's follower, and he was still in charge of two people.

When you see Chen Ping'an alone, call him "boss", and when there are many people, call him "sir."

"Need not."

Chen Pingan waved his hand.

He was accomplished in martial arts, and this little bit of wind and cold was nothing at all.

"yes."

Once upon a time said respectfully.

He followed Chen Pingan and looked at his back, with a hint of enthusiasm and gratitude in his eyes.

A few years earlier, he would never have imagined that he would be where he is today.

Now, he is with Mr. Chen, let alone a formal sergeant. Even a chaplain always smiles when he sees him. Not only that, his future is still bright.

Mr. Chen is still young now, and he has already taken the position of alternate officer.

In the future, deputy police chief? Chaosi? Even going up...

Everything is possible!

What could be more satisfying than being with such an adult?

Chen Ping'an was walking on the street. It was already late at night, and the moonlight was dim tonight, not showing at all. But his surroundings were bright. A special officer held a torch for him to light the way ahead.

As Chen Pingan walked on the road, he thought of old Chen Tou and when he first came to this world. He thought of many, many things. His mind was spinning, he looked at the surrounding streets and alleys, and an idea suddenly occurred to him.

"Go check out the black market."

As soon as the idea came to him, Chen Ping'an made a decision directly.

At a fork in the road not far ahead, he turned and walked onto another street.

"Sir, this is..."

Zeng Jiuji followed behind him, a trace of doubt flashing through his heart.

However, as a follower, he would naturally not interfere. He just followed Chen Pingan obediently.

This was true once upon a time, and even more so with other police officers.

People!

The higher his position, every decision he makes will affect the honor and disgrace of many people.

...

The black market is still in its old position. After so many years, basically nothing has changed.

Its existence is acquiesced by Nanquanlixiang Town Fusi and many forces.

Trading in the black market is safe and guaranteed. But go outside at your own risk.

Here, Chen Ping'an once needed to prepare for ten days to reach the first level of martial arts realm before he dared to come alone.

Nowadays, it is no longer necessary.

You can come at any time, but Chen Ping'an doesn't like the things traded in the black market.

At the entrance of the black market, there was still a strong man standing.

Chen Ping'an looked from a distance and saw the other party's appearance clearly.

Hey, it's an old acquaintance.

He came to the black market several times, and all the people standing outside were this man.

The cultivation level of Qi and blood can be regarded as conscientious and conscientious.

"You pay two small coins to enter the market. Fighting is prohibited inside, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences!"

"If you go out into the black market, you are not responsible for your safety. You bear the risk at your own risk."

Every time he came in or out, the man would give a few reminders with a blank face.

But tonight, there was an expression on this man's face. He looked solemn, and his hand was already on the handle of the big sword, ready to use it at any time.

"Don't be nervous, we're just here to take a look."

Chen Pingan looked at this man with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, the expression on the man's face relaxed slightly.

He thought these people were here to cause trouble.

He glanced at the crowd of people behind the speaker, all of whom had knives on their waists. After all, he didn't dare to say the words about paying two small coins to enter the market.

"Relax." Chen Pingan glanced at Zeng Jiewei: "Xiao Zeng."

"Yes, sir."

Once upon a time, he took out a cloth bag from his arms and took out some money.

"The others are waiting outside, just accompany me in."

Chen Ping'an said this and stepped into the black market.

"Yes." Zeng Jiujiu responded, took out four small coins and handed them to the man.

"Your mercy, please accept it."

After all, regardless of the man's reaction, Zeng Zeng entered the black market and followed Chen Pingan's footsteps.

The man took the small money and looked at the large group of people standing around, a little stunned.

The people around them were full of energy and enthusiasm. It was obvious that all of them had started martial arts.

There are some among them whose martial arts realm is not inferior to him at all.

Who is that young man?

The man was at a loss.

...

Although it was late at night, the black market was still quite lively. There were many people walking back and forth, most of them with their faces covered or wearing hoods and hats.

Chen Ping'an walked into the black market without any cover-up, which attracted the attention of many people.

"Who is this person?"

"You're so brave, you don't even wear a hood!"

"Looking at his young age, he must be a young child."

"Hahaha, young man, he's a tough guy."

"You will understand when you suffer the loss! Unfortunately, it will be too late by then."

"Yeah, let's take a look, there might be something good to watch."

"..."

There were whispers in the black market.

Chen Ping'an has an amazing ear, and he naturally heard many people's exchanges.

But it doesn't matter.

He smiled carefreely and walked in the black market. There were many stalls in the black market. Basically, a stall was a cloth spread out and some objects and toys were placed on it.

There were many things sold in the stalls, such as swords, spears, leather armor, soft armor, and ginseng...

Ginseng.

Chen Ping'an's eyes fell on a small ginseng with roots.

I still remember that when Old Chen was still there, he brought him to the black market once.

He brought him to buy ginseng at that time.

At that time, Old Chen was going to teach him martial arts. But his foundation for martial arts training was extremely poor, and he couldn't even do the preparatory work for martial arts training. Old Chen wanted to buy him some ginseng to supplement it.

In the regular medicine shops in the city, the prices of these ginsengs are extremely expensive. On the contrary, in the black market, some herbalists directly enter the market to set up stalls, and the prices are much cheaper.

That time, Old Chen took him back to buy a ginseng.

As a result, he couldn't buy it, and he was too weak to take the tonic. He even had a nosebleed after eating ginseng.

Most of the ginseng that followed was wasted, and Old Chen ate it himself.

Thinking of this, Chen Pingan smiled.

He walked aimlessly in the black market. The black market was not big, and he visited all the stalls in a short while. Chen Pingan stayed in front of the last stall for a while.

The owner of the stall was a gray-clothed man wearing a bamboo hat. Chen Pingan sensed that he was actually a martial artist.

There were some small things on the stall, but there was one thing that attracted Chen Pingan's attention.