Rebirth of the Evil Emperor

Following Bai Chen's opinion, Lin Mengyao bought a good pen, ink, paper and inkstone, wrote this incomprehensible ancient Chinese character, and then followed Bai Chen and others to the noisiest street and worshipped the stall.

The three of them have no experience in setting up street stalls, but fortunately, Fatty Guo is considered an expert in this aspect. He has never eaten pork, but he has seen Bai Chen who runs a pig. Spread the red blanket completely, then pull the copybook and press the four corners with small stones.

"Don't miss it when you pass by. This is the great calligrapher Yang Ziqing of the Fengyan Dynasty ten thousand years ago. It was written by the great calligrapher Yang Ziqing on the day his wife gave birth. It has been kept intact until now. Friends who like poetry and painting, come and have a look~"

Bai Chen yelled loudly while pulling his neck, and quickly attracted countless eyes that followed the sound.

Lin Mengyao and Tang Qin stood by with awkward smiles on their faces.

When those people saw the copybook on the ground, they all showed disgust and quickly dispersed.

It is difficult for anyone to be interested in this kind of thing in this famous city of wheat.

After yelling for more than a long time, no one came to ask for the price. Bai Chen only felt that his throat was dry and his throat was smoking.

Gudong Gudong poured a few mouthfuls of water and put the gourd aside, Bai Chen was convinced.

"No way, Tang Qin, call you for a while, let me rest."

Tang Qin, who was named, had a hint of displeas on her pretty face. She wanted to shout, but she had to be able to shout.

After several attempts, she finally gave up the idea and mumbled dejectedly: "You should come, I can't say it."

"You girl!"

Bai Chen coughed lightly, his eyes turned to Lin Mengyao, who was tangled on the side, and finally chose to continue shouting.

He couldn't bear to let Lin Mengyao shout and sell goods on this sandy street.

"Walking by, don't miss it~"

"This is the authentic work of Yang Ziqing, the sage of Fengyan poetry. Everyone can come and have a look. It is very valuable and sold at a low price!" Lin Mengyao suddenly yelled, leaving Bai Chen and Tang Qin on the side dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, this ten-fingered daughter who did not touch the sun and spring water, really started the business of the street vendor, and looked decent, and Bai Chen was particularly moved.

"Mengyuan, stop yelling, I'll come." Bai Chen said with dismay, grabbing her little hand.

Looking at his warm eyes, Lin Mengyao shook his head: "Big Brother Bai, your throat is going to be dumb, take a break."

"This little thing is nothing, don't cry out, be obedient."

Hearing Bai Chen's heartwarming comfort, Lin Mengyao's pretty face showed a blush, no longer the anger he had before.

But Tang Qin refused. She immediately grabbed Bai Chen and scolded with her arms akimbo: "What do you mean, he is afraid of breaking his throat if he shouts a few words, what about me?"

"You are different~" Bai Chen said lightly.

"What's different, you two big men bully me a little girl!"

"You are a heroine, of course it's different~"

"you!"

When Lin Mengyao was covering her mouth and chuckling, the crowd in the distance was suddenly agitated and fled in all directions.

After the crowd, a brown horse suddenly jumped out, and the man on the horse yelled all the way: "You untouchables, give me your way, or I will kill you, hahahaha!"

The galloping steed quickly crossed the way out of the way, rushing in the direction of Bai Chen and others.

"Get out of here, get out of me!"

When the man saw that the three of Bai Chen refused to give way, there was a touch of coldness in Jie's eyes.

Under the panic of the scattered crowd, the leaping horseshoe had already kicked in the direction of Bai Chen.

Upon seeing this, Lin Mengyao's face was cold, and his jade hand peeked fiercely, and he directly grabbed the kicked horse's hoof and firmly grasped the black horse in the air.

The petite body was able to hold the galloping horse in one hand. This scene made the pedestrians on the street startled in cold sweat.

At the same time, Bai Chen flew into the air, grabbed the frightened man on his horse in the air, and flicked it far away. The man was like a broken kite, hitting the stone slab of the street with one head, and his teeth were smashing. It fell to the ground, and a blood stain was splashed along the way.

Seeing the man's extremely miserable end, everyone was horrified, and they retracted their necks angrily.

"Did you feel painful when you were full? Came here to find sin?"

Bai Chen stretched out his hands helplessly, and looked at the man lying on the ground wailing sympathetically.

"You bastard, do you know who I am!"

The man scrambled to his feet, because his teeth leaked and his speech was vague.

"Do you know who I am, Xiaoye?"

With a lazy look, Bai Chen's eyes were full of contempt.

The man was obviously taken aback. He was about to say something. He suddenly turned around and hurriedly opened the black cloth bag that had fallen to the ground. When he saw a piece of broken porcelain inside, his face was as cold as iron.

"You have a problem, you have a big problem!"

Holding the black cloth bag with trembling hands, the man murmured without tears.

It seems that the broken porcelain in the black cloth bag should be something of great value, but Bai Chen did not sympathize with him at all. Instead, he cast his gaze on the copybook under his feet. There was a stain on the edge of the copybook. The blood-filled teeth stamped that corner red.

"This is a thousand-year-old celadon vase that the master bought from a messenger from Yaoshan. It is a gift to the sixth prince of the Fengyan Dynasty! You can't afford to pay for such a treasure even if you give your Xiangshang head!"

The man roared furiously, blood flowing down his chin from his mouth.

"My copybook is the authentic work of Yang Ziqing, the poem saint of the Fengyan Dynasty. Even if you send it to your wife, you can't afford such a rare treasure!"

Bai Chen looked at the man with a smile, and what he said made the man face ashamed.

"How can your broken copybook compare with my thousand-year-old celadon bottle!" The man's eyes were red, and he shouted with all his strength.

Louder than me?

His gaze fell on his flushed face, the next moment, Bai Chen transferred his spiritual power to his chest, and suddenly roared at the man in anger: "Lao Tzu's copybook is a ridiculous ancient text for thousands of years, more than your broken bottle for thousands of years. It's priceless, barren ancient prose! Do you understand this called barren ancient prose!"

The tyrannical spiritual power fluctuations, along with the ear-piercing roar from his throat, exploded across the street.

Some onlookers hurriedly covered their ears, and the man facing Bai Chen was so scared that his sweat pores were erected, crying and urinating and squatting down, shaking violently all over.

Seeing that his soul was almost dissipated under his own roar, Bai Chen nodded in satisfaction, and his easy-going smile hung lightly on his face again.

"I'm not wronging you either, so let's count your thousand years of damage to the broken bottle, and you will give me five thousand golds, and that's fine!"

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