Chapter 34 This Is a Legitimate Business

Chen Jiu and the young man were resting in a small pool, and the food in the basket had been reduced by half. The two of them hadn't caught any monsters in the past few days, but they ate a lot. It looked like they were having a picnic.

The young man was still brooding over the golden light in Chen Jiu's eyes, and he insisted on saying it was a flash of light.

Chen Jiu explained to him in good words, his eyes were shining like gold, this looks like he is going to become a fairy!

The young man shook his head, saying that when his master died, his eyes were also filled with golden light, which was more frightening than Chen Jiu's, and then his whole body collapsed.

Chen Jiu grinned, always feeling that the boy didn't expect him well.

He stood up and waved to the young man, "Let's go, we're going back."

The young man picked up the backpack that was placed aside, and asked doubtfully, "Shouldn't you continue walking inside?"

Chen Jiu smiled, "Going further inside, I can't beat the monsters I meet."

The boy frowned thickly, thought carefully, nodded and said, "Yes."

He was about to raise his heels to follow Chen Jiu.

Suddenly, Chen Jiu stretched out his hand to block him, signaling him not to move rashly.

Li Xian raised his head and saw that the brows of Chen Jiu's smiling face were full of solemnity.

He followed Chen Jiu's line of sight.

Among the sycamore trees, in the yellow path made of autumn leaves, there is a person standing at some point.

The man held the sword behind his back, his face was cold, and he said slowly.

"Taibai sword sect Jing Zhenghong."

Chen Jiu smiled, and pointed at the young man, "I beat him, it has nothing to do with him."

Li Xian was still at a loss, not knowing what was going on.

Jing Zhenghong nodded slightly, drew out the flying sword behind his back, clasped his fists at Chen Jiu, and performed a sword questioning salute.

"offend."

A flash of sword light flew away.

The leaves falling around suddenly split into two pieces, and the crack was cut smoothly.

Chen Jiu fell into the fallen leaves, his seven orifices were bleeding, and he was seriously injured.

Jing Zhenghong put his sword back into its sheath, turned around and walked a few steps away on the path of fallen leaves.

On this day, the young man lost his backpack and ran for sixty miles day and night with Chen Jiu on his back. After returning to the city, he collapsed in front of the elixir shop, took out all the odds and ends he had accumulated, and begged the shop owner to cure him. Chen Jiu.

As a second-level cultivator who is invulnerable to all diseases, the young man contracted a cold after this day and kept coughing.

Chen Jiu took a lot of low-level qi and blood pills. Although his complexion was still pale, he was able to walk slowly by himself, but he trembled as he walked, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

The boy often coughed and came to help him.

Chen Jiu didn't seek death.

What can't be broken can't be built.

But Chen Jiu always felt that it was not time to break.

He already had a feeling, his body was making faint sounds, although he was short of qi and blood, and his five internal organs were weakened, but he was full of fist intent, and wanted to spew out qi at will.

When the fist intention gushes out, it is the four realms.

And it should be extremely strong.

So this time he couldn't die, at least he couldn't die so casually.

He wants to warm and nourish the fist, fill his whole body, and keep compressing it. When it can't be compressed any more, it will overflow again, break through the bottleneck, and enter the four realms.

Now I have to suffer myself a little bit.

These days, he often staggered up to the top of the city, often unable to finish the walk in one breath, and waited to sit down and rest for a while before slowly moving on.

Most of the monks at the top of the city knew Chen Jiu, and they were also very curious about why this little man Chen became so weak and dying.

Reminiscent of a few days ago, someone from the north and south of the city offered a bounty for the whereabouts of Xiaoren Chen.

Someone guessed the specifics and said with a sneer.

"This Xiaoren Chen probably didn't know how to live or die. He tricked some big figures from the north and south of the city, and was beaten into such a deadly appearance by him."

Someone agrees.

"This lord is still a little more lenient. If you want me to say, I will kill him directly and bury him in a deserted place to avoid future troubles."

Most of these words were spoken by cruel and merciless monks.

Some soft-hearted female monks couldn't bear to look directly at them, and sighed, and would come to give Chen Jiu some low-level pills to replenish Qi and blood.

Chen Jiu was very kind, took the pill, forced a smile on his pale face, "Thank you, sister."

The woman blushed, and kindly told her to take good care of her wounds, then walked away shyly and quickly.

The miserable appearance of the man in green shirt at the top of the city has become a unique sight at the top of the city, attracting women's hearts.

The women look at the green shirts from the top of the city, and the men look at the women from the top of the city.

One ring after another.

Chen Jiu was also thick-skinned, shy and affectionate to several female monks and called her sister.

Those female monks should be the sons of the big family, and they spend a lot of money, and they often reward Chen Jiu with big sums of money.

Chen Jiu received the money, his pale face was full of smiles, his mouth seemed to have been wiped with honey, and he quickly thanked the women.

The male monk who looked at the woman from a distance was not happy, and his teeth itched with anger.

They all cursed in their hearts why this little man Chen didn't die, and now he is still eating soft food, which is really disgusting.

No matter what the male monk thinks, Chen Jiu's business is booming day by day, and he has become the veritable number one person in the city who relies on his face for food.

When he had nothing to do, he would lean against the city wall and hum some songs from his previous life accompanied by the bright moon and autumn wind.

Many female monks liked to listen to Chen Jiu's humming, and often rewarded him with large sums of money for humming a section.

Chen Jiu collected money to do business, and when he hummed, the women around him cheered loudly.

These few days, Chen Jiu went early every day and came back very late. He earned a lot of money and rented an inn in the city to live with the young man.

Every day, he would go to various shops and roadside stalls to ask if there was any medicine for treating cold and cough, and the amount of money could be negotiated.

There were medicines in various stalls, and Chen Jiuquan bought a copy of them all, and spent almost all the money he had earned in the past few days.

The boy also ate it, but the cold didn't improve, and he still coughed frequently. A monk who was good at medicine saw it, and said that the boy's spiritual energy was too consumed, and the root was injured. He needed to warm up slowly, for a while. It's going to be bad.

Chen Jiu nodded. After thanking the doctor, he would bring back some warming and nourishing herbs every day, and let the young man make soup by himself.

The two patients became another joke in the city.

It's ridiculous to say that the two with the weakest cultivation bases on the strange person list are mixed together and become two real wastes, but they also match.

The days passed gradually in the autumn wind and falling leaves.

Chen Jiu's body is better, but his face is still pale, and he has no vitality.

He would set off from the inn very early every day, sit at the top of the city, hum some ditties that women love to listen to, and became the roadside busker that the male monk looked down on the most.

A male monk who lived in a high position in the south of the city once laughed at him face to face.

"Now you are sitting on the top of the city, relying on women's rewards to live, how is it different from a beggar? A hundred years later, your appearance is old, but you can still rely on this soft food to get rewards from women?"

He suddenly laughed again, and apologized: "I thought too far, you probably won't live a hundred years later."

Chen Jiu just chuckled and didn't answer.

The women around were resentful, but due to the man's status, they dared not speak out to contradict him.

After Chen Xiaoren, Chen Jiu was given the title of Chen Changshou, which became a joke for many monks when they were bored.

Of course, it's just a smile and it's over, no one takes it seriously.

What other people do is none of our business after all, life should be lived as it is.

Today Chen Jiu was sitting on the top of the wall again, it was still very early, no one came to listen to him humming a ditty, so he leaned against the wall, intending to close his eyes and take a nap.

There are steps coming.

Chen Jiu opened his eyes slightly, a little astonished.

They are still acquaintances.

It was the pretty girl who asked him about the sugar man that day.

With a slight smile on Chen Jiu's pale face, he said enthusiastically, "Acquaintances get 20% off for ordering songs."

The pretty girl took out a string of coins from her bosom and handed them to Chen Jiu. Roughly speaking, there should be no fewer than a hundred coins.

Chen Jiu smiled more enthusiastically, took the coin, and was about to greet him.

The pretty girl had tears in her eyes, and she was crying, "Stop performing here, if you need money, I can give it to you."

Chen Jiu was taken aback.

What the hell?

His expression was serious immediately, and he said righteously: "Girl, this is a legitimate business."