So I’m going to have a good meeting with the real Changchun man, Zhang Ping, and I simply promised, "Sister Xiao Ying, I will definitely go to the appointment on time in three days. If the real Changchun man is unreasonable, I will meet with you to see if this real Changchun man Qiu Chuji has superhuman powers."

Han Xiaoying was also very happy to hear Zhang Ping’s promise to come. She threw a fresh fish and said, "Take this fish and eat it. I’ll see you in three days."
Zhang Ping caught the fresh fish and waved to Han Xiaoying: "Goodbye, Sister Xiao Ying, and thank you for the fish …"
During these three days, Zhang Ping took out the snake gall, scorpion beads and centipede beads that had been soaked for 24 hours, and asked the outside to find a bamboo wine that was as common as the bamboo tube soaked by the thousand-year-old ginseng. After Zhang Ping carefully put away the two bamboo tubes, he was ready to leave for the drunken fairy building for dinner.
When Zhang Ping and Xiren Nan came to Zuixianlou by Han Xiaoying fishing boat, Han Baoju had already booked three tables of dining tables, etc. After greeting, the three of them just sat down and Zhang Asheng and Blonde came in together, and then Ke Zhene slowly came in.
Finally, the arrival of the wonderful hand Zhu Cong took a sip of wine and immediately shook his head and said, "Ill-gotten wealth … let him go … Jade Emperor … lost his temper!" In the mouth, Gao Yin stretched out his hand and took out an ingot of gold and silver from his pocket, which was neatly arranged on the table, and a total of two ingots of gold were taken out.
When Zhang Ping saw this, he knew that there was a fat sheep who taught him to have an autumn wind today. But today, Zhang Ping felt that his picture of me was crazy and made him a little uncomfortable. Therefore, Zhang Ping suddenly reached out and held the gold and silver in a ball and went to Zhu Cong’s arms. He said, "Zhu Erge’s wealth cannot be revealed. How can you not understand this simple truth? You are not afraid of thieves stealing, but you are afraid of thieves thinking about Second Brother. You should put these gold and silver away quickly."
Zhang Ping patted Han Baoju on the shoulder and said, "Brother Han, do you think I’m right?"
Zhu Cong reached out his hand to Zhang Pingdao at this time: "Purple blood, you little Taoist, still look down on me. I’ll tell you this wonderful operation …" Speaking of which, Zhu Cong suddenly stopped and said that he couldn’t find the gold and silver in his arms.
Then, as soon as his eyes rolled, he turned to Zhang Ping, who returned to his seat, and said, "Well, you little monk with purple blood stole to your second brother’s head. I can’t educate you well today."
Zhang Ping, on the other hand, said with a look of injustice, "Brother Zhu said that if you don’t have evidence, don’t tell a lie here. In my opinion, most of the people who stole your gold and silver are Brother Han."
Han Baoju was busy at this time: "How is this possible? Even if Zhu Erge doesn’t steal me, even if my ancestors have accumulated virtue, don’t believe you …"
However, Han Baoju reached into his arms and felt stunned. Then everyone saw that his expression was weird and took out gold and silver ingots from his arms. When the rest of the table saw this, they laughed and listened to someone in the building chanting the name "Amitabha!"
Ke Zhene said after listening, "Okay, stop it! It’s Master Jiao Mu!" He got up first, followed by the other six people and Zhang Ping, and then he heard "Amitabha!"
Zhang Ping saw a skinny monk in the shape of a log climb the stairs. The monk was in his forties, wearing a jute frock and holding a piece of firewood. One end of the firewood was burnt black. I don’t know where it was. Sure enough, his master name of burnt wood was very consistent.
The master of Jiaomu, the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan, made an inquiry first and greeted Zhang Ping: "Amitabha, this little Taoist must be the Purple Blood Taoist. Today, the Purple Blood Taoist is very grateful to Jiaomu for coming to help."
Zhang Ping quickly replied, "I dare not be a master of Jiao Mu, who is admired by the Wulin in the south of the Yangtze River. Today, I am lucky to meet three students."
Then Zhu Cong drew master Jiao Mu to sit in front of a table, and the master Jiao Mu leaned in and said, "The man found the door and the little monk knew that he was not his opponent, Duo Meng, the seven chivalrous men in the south of the Yangtze River and Zi Xue, who helped the little monk bravely."
Ke Zhene said, "Master Jiao Mu, don’t mention it. My seven brothers, Master Duo Cheng, usually take care of the master. Can my brother stand by? What’s more, that man relies on martial arts, so why does the master still look down on the people in Jiangnan Wulin? Even if the master doesn’t come to inform our brothers that he knows it, he must never let it go … "
Before the words were finished, everyone heard the stairs rattle like a giant beast coming downstairs to listen. Either it was a giant elephant or hundreds of pounds of a big buffalo building. The shopkeepers and bartenders even screamed, "Hey, this stupid guy can’t take it!" "The floor will be crushed by you." "Stop him quickly and call him!" But Gege rang even louder. One click broke a ladder board, and then two clicks broke the stairs again.
Chapter one hundred and ten Lovers talk together
Later, Zhang Ping saw a road flyover with a huge copper cylinder in his hand and stepped downstairs. Zhang Ping saw him in his thirties, with his eyebrows tilted and his face ruddy, and his eyes shone brightly. I think this road flyover is Changchun Qiu Chuji.
Zhang Ping conveniently set his eyes on the big copper cylinder in his hand, but he couldn’t help secretly approving that it was a common thing in temples to burn paper ingots. Zhang Ping was thick and saw that the copper cylinder was more than four feet in diameter, and the copper cylinder was afraid of not less than 400 kilograms. Zhang Ping smelled that the wine in the cylinder was obviously filled with wine, so the weight would be heavier. But Qiu Chuji held it in his hand, but he couldn’t see it. Every time he stepped across the floor, he rattled the building. At this time, it was already a mess of shopkeepers, bartenders, kitchens and handyman.
Zhang Ping heard from the seven eccentrics in the south of the Yangtze River that the true religion and the seven martial arts are extraordinary. It seems that Hao Datong can create a vein of Huashan Sect and make Huashan Sect famous in Wulin for hundreds of years, but it is not without reason.
At this time, Master Jiaomu said coldly, "Brother Ran Hui came to visit, but he took the small temple paper copper cylinder? Today, Xiao Heng will introduce you to a seven chivalrous men in the south of the Yangtze River and this purple blood Taoist! "
Qiu Chuji raised his left hand and said, "When I was just being original, I went to visit the temple in the Treasure Temple. The Master Yan Dao invited me to meet the Drunken Immortal Building. I must have invited a good friend to be original. I have heard for a long time that the fame of the seven chivalrous men in the south of the Yangtze River is fortunate to meet you today. I hope this purple blood Taoist friend can be invited here by Master Jiao Mu at a young age. In the future, it will be a great fortune for my door."
Monk Jiao Mu said to the Seven Chivalrous Men and Zhang Ping, "This is the true Sect of Changchun Hill, and you have heard a lot about it."
Then he turned his head to Qiu Chuji and said, "This is Ke Zhene, the first flying bat of the Seven Chivalrous Men." Then he stretched out his hand and pointed to Ke Zhene’s side and introduced him in turn.
When Jiaomu was introduced, Qiu Chuji made a little bow, but his right hand kept holding the copper cylinder, but it seemed that he was not tired. When the restaurant saw that there were a few bold people, he quietly slipped to see the excitement. Seeing this, Zhang Ping nodded in his heart for Qiu Chuji Li.
Ke Zhene said, "My seven brothers said that the seven eccentrics in the south of the Yangtze River are all monsters, but the seven chivalrous men are not worthy of anything. Besides, as far as fencing is concerned, the purple blood Taoist priest offended the Taoist priest at an early age when I was waiting for my brother, who was well-known for his heroic deeds in Changchun, but also admired the master of Jiaomu, who was most enthusiastic and didn’t know what to do." If Taoist Priest thinks highly of my seven brothers and Taoist Zixue, let’s be peacemakers. Although one is a monk and the other is a bodhisattva worshipped by a Taoist, they are always monks and all belong to the Wulin school. Let’s bury the hatchet and have a drink together. "
Qiu Chuji said, "Being original and Master Jiao Mu are strangers, and it is even more resentful to ask him to hand over two people today to be original another day. He will come to Fahua Temple to offer a humble apology to Master Jiao Mu."
Ke Zhene asked, "Who will you hand over?"
Qiu Chuji said, "Two friends of being original were framed by the government and the Jin Bing and died unfortunately. They left their widows alone. Do you think being original should be ignored?"
Ke Zhene then said, "Don’t say it’s a Taoist friend’s widow or a complete stranger. Now that we know it, we should take care of it according to our abilities. It’s duty-bound."
Qiu Chuji Avenue "Ke Daxia said it was extremely! Being original is to ask Master Jiao Mu to hand over these two origins, poor girl! He is a monk, but he keeps two widows in the temple. Will he refuse to hand them over? You are a chivalrous person, please comment on this truth! "
This statement not only surprised Zhang Ping, the seven eccentrics in the south of the Yangtze River, but also secretly surprised him. I thought, "Taishan School’s allusions are really rare and ill-judged, and it seems that Changchun’s words are not like liars. Is this master Jiaomu really a man with a face and a beast?" It’s really hard to draw a tiger’s skin and paint a bone, but people know their faces and don’t know their hearts. "
The burnt wood turned brown. At this time, it was even more so angry that it was yellow and black that it was speechless. "You … you … nonsense … nonsense …"
After hearing this, Qiu Chuji thundered, "You are also a famous figure in Wulin. How dare you be so evil!" Said his right hand to send a bite of hundreds of pounds of copper cylinder with wine cylinder to fly to Jiaomu Jiaomu to avoid looking at the lively people at the top of the building. You pushed me and held a series of rolling stairs.
Smiling Mituo, Zhang Asheng estimated that although the bronze cylinder was heavy, he could hold it as well as he could. When he took a chance, his arms shouted "Come on!" When the copper cylinder flies to the bottom of the cylinder and holds the shoulder muscles, it catches the copper cylinder and lifts the copper cylinder over the top, but his foot makes too much effort. He clicks his left foot on the floor and wears a hole. The crowd cries again. Zhang Asheng’s first two steps slightly bend his arms and throws the copper cylinder at Qiu Chuji with a trick of "pushing the window to send the moon".
Qiu Chuji stretched out his right hand and took it with a smile. "The seven eccentrics in the south of the Yangtze River live up to their names!"
Then face a heavy to JiaoMu drink a way "what happened to the two women? What are your motives in forcibly collecting her two women’s families in the temple? You thief and monk are going to touch one of their hairs. I’ll tear you apart and burn you to the ground in Hokkeji! "
Seeing this, Zhang Ping suddenly jumped into the crowd of two waves and said, "You are all friends, Taoist Qiu, and now you belong to the same door. Please wait and do it. I think there must be some misunderstanding in this, and may I ask you a few words separately?"
Zhu Cong just lost a face in Zhang Ping’s heart. At this time, he was quite dissatisfied with Zhang Ping. Seeing Zhang Pingkou, he shook his head and said to Qiu Chuji, "Master Jiao Mu is a Taoist monk. How could he do such a shameful thing? The Taoist priest must have listened to the rumor of the villain. It is so vain that it will never be credible. "
After listening to this, Qiu Chuji angered without considering what Zhang Ping said. "How can it be fake when I see it with my own eyes?"
When Zhang Ping saw that both sides didn’t put themselves in the eye, Gu Zhengfeng was also angry: "Yes, yes, you are all reasonable and powerful, and you asked me to comment on why a group of idiots have gone to the demon road without brains."
Say to Han Xiaoying added, "Sister Xiao Ying, I went back to the Jade Emperor Temple. If there is no misunderstanding, you will go and tear down my ruined temple and leave."
Zhang Ping flew out of the window and went to the Jade Emperor Temple after a light achievement exhibition.
Chapter DiYiYi Go to the desert
It is said that Zhang Ping returned to the Jade Emperor Temple angrily because both sides didn’t give his face, and then he practiced martial arts on his own, thinking about his past life. Who dares to practice harder without giving his face anger?
However, after three days in a row, Zhang Ping has never received the news of the seven eccentrics in the south of the Yangtze River, and Nancy Renhe and Han Xiaoying have no mountains these days, which surprises Zhang Ping.
On this day, Zhang Ping was practicing Jade Kung in the Jade Emperor Temple when he heard someone calling himself outside. He went out to see a young man who looked like a page. When the young man saw Zhang Ping, he quickly took out a letter and said, "Little Taoist Zixue asked me to come and give it to you. Please keep it."
As soon as Zhang Ping saw the letter, the purple blood demon said, "Let’s have some tea after a hard journey." Then he took out a string of copper coins and said to the young man.
The young man thanked Zhang Ping for the reward and left.
Later, Zhang Ping wrote in a letter detailing the cause and effect of the incident.
It turns out that there really is a woman hidden in the Jiaomu Master Temple that Qiu Chuji said. Although the Jiaomu Master is not clear about this, it is indeed his fault. However, the Jiaomu Master was killed in the temple. This blame can’t be borne by him. In the last letter, Qiu Chuji wrote that the two sides agreed to find two descendants of Guo Yang and teach them martial arts. It was agreed that the two sides would return to Zuixian Building ten years later and the disciples would play to decide the outcome.