I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 41
In the Yidan Pavilion, He Pingan put the Xiansha Pill into the scale, feeling uneasy.

The Immortal Sha Pill, which I thought was the True Immortal Slashing Sha, was refined by the Immortal Vine, and I don't know what the reward will be.

The scale went up and down, and finally the weight was fixed at nine taels.

Reward: Heavenly Demon Transforming Blood Sword!

"now!"

He Ping'an's soul returned to his body, and with a thought, a bloody long knife appeared in his hand.

The knife was five feet long, the blood was shining, and the whole body exuded a cold and bloodthirsty atmosphere.

Slightly stimulated by mana, the body of the blade turned into a blood-colored streamer, and the bloody light of the blade was more than ten feet long.

Receive!
With a thought, the Heavenly Demon Transforming Blood Sword appeared in his dantian, and pushed aside the magic tools rewarded by Yidan Pavilion, the swords, guns, swords, axes, axes, hooks and forks that had been stored in his dantian, and occupied his dantian middle position.

The golden flying sword that He Ping'an had been using before was not ordinary, it was called the Jinlin Sword, but at this time it was also captured by the fierce power of the Heavenly Demon's Blood-turning Sword and squeezed into the corner.

"I thought I would get a fairy sword, but I actually got a magic knife"

He Pingan said to himself, slightly disappointed.

What I have always envied is the chic and elegant sword fairy, with fluttering white clothes, flying with a sword, and taking the head of someone thousands of miles away.

Sword Immortal is the most handsome, do not accept any refutation!

He has always aimed to become a sword fairy. There is a better magic weapon in his dantian than the Jinlin Sword, but he only loves the Jinlin Sword.

"That's all, it seems that I don't have the fate to be so handsome."

He Pingan smiled wryly, put away the formation flags around him, escaped from the cave, and quietly came to Zhang Laoqi's side.

Zhang Laoqi was sitting on the top of the mountain at this time, throwing a copper coin with one hand, and muttering in his mouth: "Flee from the front, stay from the tail"

The copper coin fell from mid-air, Zhang Laoqi caught it firmly with the back of his hand, glanced at it, with a frustrated expression on his face: "It's the front again."

"Then why don't you run away?"

A voice came from beside him without warning, shaking Zhang Laoqi's wrist in fright, and the copper coin on the back of his hand fell to the ground, still facing up.

In this short period of time, he has tossed copper coins more than a dozen times, and without exception, they were all heads.

However, the results of the previous escape are still vivid in his mind, he really dare not escape
"Master Immortal, you are out of customs."

"The old man is thinking, what should the immortal master do if he is tired, thirsty and sleepy after retreating? Should he pick a peach for you, or stay here and wait for you."

Zhang Laoqi was full of nonsense, but he was complaining in his heart.

This fairy master's retreat is different from what I heard in the teahouse.

Legend has it that the immortal retreats for a year and a half. This immortal master came in and out in less than a quarter of an hour, faster than me going to Goulan.
"Ha ha."

He Pingan sneered, and then said seriously: "Since you want to pick peaches to honor me, then go."

"This"

Zhang Laoqi was just trying to pinch people just now, in this poor country and dark night, the peach tree may not be found, but it is possible to be eaten by monsters as peaches.

"Hey, Master Luo, I was just joking."

Zhang Laoqi quickly changed the subject: "By the way, the immortal master asked me to do something before. Go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire. I will not hesitate to do so."

He Ping'an naturally knew that he wanted to change the topic, but he didn't take it seriously. The days will be long in the future, and there will be plenty of time to concoct you.

"Later, you and I will go to the Marquis of Yongchun's mansion together."

"Yongchun Marquis Mansion?"

Zhang Laoqi chewed carefully in his mind, and suddenly remembered what happened in the court. Isn't this Yongchunhou's mansion the enemy of this Master Luo?

What are you asking me to do?
Be a cannon fodder?

Zhang Laoqi was about to find a reason to refuse, but when he looked up and saw He Pingan's cold eyes, he swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

"But according to the order of the immortal master."

He was riding a tiger right now, if he didn't go to the Marquis of Yongchun, he might die on the spot, if he went, he might die a little later.

"do not worry."

He Ping'an had already seen what he was thinking, his magic power surged, and a mysterious force fell on Zhang Laoqi's body, his white hair suddenly turned black, and his skinny body became strong and powerful.

Rejuvenation?
Zhang Laoqi showed ecstasy, but soon realized that he was overjoyed.

Even with a little movement of the limbs, the body is still as weak as ever.

"You just changed your appearance at this time."

"But as long as you do well, you may be able to rejuvenate yourself."

He Pingan said lightly, then put away his mana, and flew towards Xuanyang City with Zhang Laoqi.

On the second day, Xuanyang City, Anrenfang.

Two figures appeared at the gate of Yongchunhou's Mansion.

"Xian Shizi, are you sure we won't be recognized?"

A Xuanjia guard who looked strong and powerful, but his movements were a little tiptoe, asked the straight black figure in front of him softly.

It was He Pingan and Zhang Laoqi who had transformed into Wu Fan and the guards.

"Do you not trust yourself, or do you not trust me?"

He Pingan said disdainfully via sound transmission, then walked into the mansion with his head held high.

"The prince is back."

Seeing the return of He Pingan and the two, the maidservants in the mansion rushed to tell each other. Soon, the maidservants in the mansion came out surrounded by a dignified and elegant middle-aged woman with fair skin.

"Fan'er is back."

"Did you go out well this time?"

When the middle-aged woman saw He Pingan, she couldn't hide her joy in her eyes, and walked around him a few times to make sure that he was not injured when he went out.

"I have to deal with a lot of things when I go out this time. I'm a little tired. I'll go back to my room first."

He Pingan replied bluntly, and walked towards the backyard without waiting for the middle-aged woman to agree.

He had asked Wu Fan before using the soul-stirring technique. The Marquis of Yongchun had been guarding southern Xinjiang for many years, and only Wu Fan's stepmother, Wu Yang, was at home.

Comparing with Wu Fan's description, He Ping'an knew that this middle-aged woman was Wu Yang's.

Seeing Wu Fan walking straight to the backyard, Wu Yangshi was not annoyed, but asked from behind: "Fan'er, have you eaten breakfast?"

"Ate."

He Pingan replied impatiently, and then shouted to Zhang Laoqi who was stunned aside: "Guard Su, come with me, I still have questions about martial arts to ask you."

"Hey, here we come."

Only then did Zhang Laoqi come to his senses, and quickly followed He Pingan's figure to the back house.

After the two left, a beautiful maid complained to Wu Yangshi: "The son still has this temper, and he doesn't call his wife when he sees his wife."

"It's okay, Fan'er's mother passed away early, so it's understandable that he can't accept me."

Wu Yangshi was obviously accustomed to He Ping'an's performance, and then said with a smile: "Chunhe, have you noticed that Fan'er has grown up."

The beautiful maid Chun He tilted her head, thought for a moment and said, "There is no difference."

"Didn't you hear? He actually took the initiative to ask Su Huwei for advice on martial arts just now."

Wu Yangshi's juicy eyes flashed with surprise, and he was obviously very happy in his heart.

Several people talked and walked slowly to the front yard.

He Pingan, who had almost walked to the backyard, had fully detected the situation here with his spiritual sense, his feet were weak, and he almost staggered.

He really couldn't imagine how naughty and slutty this Wu Fan is usually, but a casual word to Zhang Laoqi could make Wu Yang so happy.

It's a pity, you have to be careful what you say in the future, you must conform to Wu Fan's status as a playboy.

(End of this chapter)