Yiqi has had a lot of things in Shanghai in the past month. There is no need to mention the assassination of the important members of the docking and boundary. The territory, power and location left behind by these important members after their deaths have also become the fuse of the fight. Many people who are coveting these resources have begun to fight openly and secretly early. The open fight and secretly frame and assassination emerged one after another, which made the blooming Shanghai more bloody smell.

These struggles for power and profit are all tricks played by wealthy people at the top, and they have almost nothing to do with the poor people at the bottom. These ordinary people living on the edge of Shanghai still work from sunrise to sunset every day, and live a life of barely food and clothing. For them, the only fun every day is to go to the Dragon King Temple to visit the night market, listen to free dramas from all over the country, spend two small money to listen to a few rare compliments at fortune telling stalls on the front line of the temple wall, fantasizing that they can become tycoons on the beach that day.

In fact, almost everyone knows that there are no masters among the people who set up stalls and fortune tellers in the Dragon King Temple. They are all warlocks of the martial arts world. All the real masters have gone to the city to open a museum, but even in this way, the fortune tellers are willing to believe the nonsense of these people, at least this will make them miss the future.

However, a strange man came from among the wise and lake warriors who set up stalls by the temple. This man had neither hexagrams nor had he shouted to attract guests. He simply set up a tattered table, and there were no fortune-telling tools or almanac books on the table. Then he sat there, closing his eyes and resting, waiting for others to come forward. Even if someone with a good guide came forward to ask for divination, he never heard a good word from him. Several times, someone almost lifted the table and wanted to hit people, but in the end they disappeared inexplicably. Over time, few people visited this stall.\'' But this man still went to the stall every morning and closed the stall at night, as if there were no customers or not.

This weird stall setter is Xu Changqing. The reason why he did not act with Long Jinbao, but stayed in Shanghai was mainly because he felt that he had a vulgar relationship in Shanghai, so he simply stayed. However, even so, he was always paying attention to Long Jinbao's series of assassinations. With his powerful divine consciousness, he could easily find those people in the Demonic Way who were hidden deeply. Although not all of them were Jiang Sanbao's minions, this was not important to him. Moreover, removing these people in the Demonic Way that remained in the secular world seemed to be a matter of conforming to the will of heaven. Every time he killed a person in the Demonic Way, he would gain some merit power. These merit powers were like a waste to Xu Chang, but they had a considerable function for Long Jinbao. While using the demonic energy of devouring the demonic energy of the Demonic Way to increase the power to break through the limit, he could use these merit powers to stabilize his mind and always maintain the state of no devil in his heart.

With Long Jinbao's killing, the power of the demonic path in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River and the northern cities was almost completely destroyed. In addition, the power of the cultivation world such as the Immortal Buddha and the Authentic Buddhism was trapped in the Kunlun Fairyland. The secular world of China is almost completely separated from the cultivation world, and the once real practice world will gradually become a folk legend. However, Xu Changqing's ultimate goal of clearing the people in the demonic path was still not achieved. Jiang Sanbao was still calm and did not reveal any breath. Therefore, Xu Changqing decided to let Long Jinbao go to the northeast in the past two days to break the situation under Jiang Sanbao's revival of the Qing Dynasty, and at the same time completely cut off the root of the Qing Dynasty's fortune to see if he could continue to endure.

On that day, Xu Changqing sat quietly at the table as usual, waiting for Zhao Banqian to arrive. Since Zhao Banqian cast his spell and deduced his place yesterday, he became more curious and wanted to see how good the cultivation level of this old senior who knew the destiny had reached, even his Golden Immortal cultivation could not stop him from calculating secret methods. He believed that when Zhao Banqian came, he would definitely not come alone. As for the identity of the person who followed him, he could guess one or two from the power of the dragon and phoenix that broke his fairy spirit energy yesterday, and what they asked at that time was probably related to Long Jinbao's recent assassination activities.

"Brother, let's have one!" Just as Xu Changqing closed his eyes and pondered, Qingren pushed his arm next to him, then handed him a bun, signaling him to take it, and saw that he had no intention of reaching out. So he simply stuffed the bun into his arms and said with a smile: "This is not money, I'll call it.

This year, Qingren is a Jianghu Fate Master who has only come to Shanghai from other places to explore in the past half month. Because other good places are occupied by backstage masters, he has a companion with Xu Changqing in this remote corner. Judging from his method of fortune-telling and fortune-telling for people during this period, he should have come from the Maoshan lineage of Taoism, and his technique is famous for being a Dunjia Xiaoqimen. Although his technique is orthodox and his heart skills are complete, because there is no matching qi training method, the effect is not as accurate as the iron oral calculation of Jianghu Fate Master, and his business seems cold and indifferent, only a little better than Xu Changqing. However, he seems to be indifferent to the good or bad business, and he is very entertaining and commenting on his own every day. If it weren't for the mouth that always nagging endlessly, he would be a good one

Companion.

The reason why Xu Changqing did not express his feelings to this year's youth is that when he saw this person, he felt that his vulgarity should be in this person at first sight, but he did not understand what that vulgarity was. So he could only stay and observe what strange things were. In addition, the young man about twenty years old this year also made Xu Changqing feel familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Brother, you can't do business like this, you always say something offensive. How could those customers come to the house? Xiao. This year, Qingren bit the bun and nagged: "Actually, I think you should have some real skills. My mother often says that people with real skills seem unique. Everyone here is saying flattering words, but you keep saying something annoying, so you should be the kind of expert my mother often says. How about it? I'm right, right? Xiao.

":Brother Bu. Where did you learn the Maoshan Dunjia Xiaoqimen technique? Xu Changqing put the bun in his hand on the table. He turned to look at the young man with a proud look and asked for the first time.
Chapter completed!