It sounded like a lark when a girl with a long braid suddenly ran in.
At this time, the old man in the blue shirt joked: "The female university missed you and left you a girl. Is it true that you don’t want your grandfather after running with others for two years?"
"Where? The somebody else this is not come back to inform grandpa you a good news? "Braided girl sweetly said.
At this time, the old man in blue suddenly realized that the braid girl’s intention was followed by Gherardini looking at the braid girl for silence.
At this time, two people suddenly walked into the teahouse again, a middle-aged man dressed in white and elegant, and walked over and said, "Sir, my marriage with Xiaohong is scheduled for the 15th of next month, so you must come."
And he came with a man with one arm in black who suddenly took out a big red invitation from his arms and handed it to the old man in blue shirt. He said with a smile, "Please don’t forget the time, sir."
The old man in blue looked at the man and suddenly said with emotion, "Very good, very good. I can’t forget this granddaughter."
At this time, the elegant middle-aged man suddenly looked into the distance and shook his head and said, "It’s a pity that a friend can’t come."
The one-armed man also said slowly, "Yes, but even if he can’t come, he is still a good friend, isn’t he?"
The four tea drinkers sat at a small table quietly eating some ordinary food.
At this time, the old man in the blue shirt suddenly took out a dark oiled paper with a blue leather edge from his arms, as if showing its extraordinary mystery.
"Look at it. It’s the old man’s life’s work."
Li Xunhuan, an old man, couldn’t bear to refuse any request. He picked it up and rubbed it slowly for a while. Then his eyes were fixed on the four characters on the cover: new weapon score
At this time, Li Xunhuan nodded and said, "Don’t look at it. I think the first place will never appear."
Purple Blood Demon Road Zhang Ping mysteriously appeared in the Jianghu when Li Tanhua returned from a snowy night when she was a child, and then she entered the Jianghu. Later, she killed Tianshan Snow Eagle and Shaolin Five Gods Monks in the battle of hide the sword Villa returning to Yunzhuang. After more than 100 Jianghu experts were killed by Xiao Li’s flying knife and left for the desert for two years, she lost the blue scorpion and the silver halberd Wen Hou Lufeng first killed jin hong, Mu Xin and Li Chenzhou, the happy female bodhisattva official, and then she won and killed three people in the rain. Then she mysteriously disappeared and never appeared again.
Excerpt from The New Weapon Manual: The First Death’s Right Hand Purple Blood Demon Road Zhang Ping is to be continued.
Chapter two hundred and sixty-five Good sword
Ps, thank death for rewarding you with his right hand. That’s it.
Familiar with dizziness, familiar with strange body blink of an eye, Zhang Ping quickly adapted to this new body, unfolded a slightly wrinkled robe, and Zhang Ping walked along the official road.
At this time, when the sun is like fire at noon, Zhang Ping judges that he is probably in the southwest this time, looking at the surrounding vegetation and occasional dilapidated buildings.
About half an hour after walking out, a small tea stall suddenly appeared next to an official road fork. The unbearable heat made the weather at the tea stall unexpected, and the guests were filled with every table at the tea stall.
At this time, Zhang Ping stood still by the tea stall, and his eyes carefully looked at everyone in the tea stall. Unfortunately, none of them were fat sheep suitable for his own hands.
Just then, a bold voice suddenly came from the side, "Please come and have a cup of herbal tea if you don’t dislike this Taoist priest."
Zhang Pingwen turned his head to see a middle-aged burly man in satin and a handsome-looking blue teenager smiling at himself.
At this time, Zhang Ping strode to the two of them and then sat down and said, "Thank you."
The middle-aged Han walked over and said, "When the Taoist priest is seriously ill, many friends who walk in the Jianghu are always lucky that this little brother named Duan Ma Wude has a reputation. I don’t know what the Taoist priest is called?"
At this time, Zhang Ping listened to Duan Yu’s heart and immediately said, "The layman’s surname is Zhang Shan’s single name and a flat word. Thank you, Master Ma."
Then the three men exchanged pleasantries and talked all over the world. However, Zhang Ping was not interested in the old boxer Ma Wude, but was interested in Duan Yu, who was full of Buddhist scriptures but didn’t understand martial arts.
Liang shan Jian Hu gong
There are two people sitting in the east of the martial arts hall. The first one is a middle-aged Taoist in his forties with a metal gray face and his lips closed. The first one is an old man in his fifties with a long beard twisted in his right hand. The seats are more than ten feet apart. Behind them, there are more than twenty men and women sitting in a row of chairs in the west. Both sides are focused on the two of them in the field.
The sword in the field is a teenager and a middle-aged Han. At this time, the two sides have been dismantled to more than 70 strokes, and the sword strokes are getting tighter and tighter. Suddenly, the middle-aged Han’s sword swing seems to be a little fierce, and it seems to fall slightly.
Duan Yu, a guest sitting in the west, couldn’t help laughing at this time, but he immediately knew that he was rude and busy, and he stretched out his hand and held his mouth. At this moment, the young man in the field shouted and slapped his left hand and attacked the middle of the Han Dynasty. He took a step forward to avoid his sword and suddenly turned to drink!
The young man’s left leg is already in the middle of the sword leg, and a swaying sword is propped up on the ground, ready to fight again. The middle-aged man has put the sword back into its sheath and laughed. "Brother Chu, isn’t it badly hurt?"
The young man looked pale and bit his lip. "Thank you for your mercy, Brother Gong."
The bearded old man smiled and said, "Dongzong has won three battles. It seems that this’ Jianhu Palace’ will let Dongzong live for another five years. Do we still have to compete, Sister Xin?"
The middle-aged Taoist sitting in his first song choked back her anger and said, "Brother Zuo has really trained well, but I don’t know if Brother Zuo has learned a lot about measuring jade walls in the past five years?"
The bearded old man glared at her seriously and said, "Why did you forget to send the rules?" The Taoist snorted and stopped talking.
Then the bearded old man suddenly turned his eyes and looked at Duan Yu and said, "My bad disciple had just made a false move to win. This Duan Shixiong seems to be quite otherwise, so he asked Duan Shixiong to give directions to the little disciples. Brother Ma Wuge’s sublime tactics must be quite high. "
Ma Wude’s face was slightly red and busy. "This brother is not my brother. How can you be a master with these hands and feet?" Zuo Xiandi, don’t make fun of this Duan brother to his face. When he heard that I was coming to Liangshan, he followed him and said that Liangshan was beautiful and would come to enjoy the scenery. "
Zuo Mu thought to himself, "I can’t do it too well if your brother is in your way. If he is an ordinary guest, he can’t be polite. Someone dares to laugh at Dong Zong’s martial arts in Jianhu Palace. If you don’t teach him to make a name for himself?"
So Zuo Mudang sneered and said, "Who is the master of Duan Xiong’s tuba?"
The young man surnamed Duan smiled and said, "I have never learned any martial arts in single name and one reputation. I can’t help laughing when I see others wrestling, whether they really fall or dive."
Zuo Mu couldn’t help but feel angry when he heard the respect in his words. "What’s so funny about that?"
Duan Yu lightly shook the folding fan in his hand and said, "It’s not funny to sit alone and lie in bed. If you lie on the ground haha, you can laugh tightly unless he is a three-year-old doll."
Zuo Mu became more and more arrogant when he listened to him. He couldn’t help saying to Ma Wude, "Is this brother Duan of Ma Wude your good friend?"
Ma Wude is easy-going and intimate with Duan Yu, but he always doesn’t want him to suffer a big loss. "Although Duan Brothers and I are intimate, we always come together to see Duan …"
Zuo Mu said, "Brother Duan is not a good friend of Brother Ma Wuge, so it’s not a shame for a brother to offend him. Guangjie just laughed at you. Please ask for advice."
Gong Guangjie, a middle-aged Han man, wished that Master had this sentence. When he drew a long sword and turned the hilt upside down in the field, he handed it to Duan Yu and said, "Duan friends please!"
Duan Yu said, "Good, you practice and I’ll watch." Still sitting in a chair and not getting up.
Gong Guangjie cried, his face was purple and angry. "You … what did you say?"
Zhang Ping suddenly said at this time: "Brother Duan just said it was not clear? If you want to practice your own sword, you should challenge people who don’t understand martial arts all day and show their advanced swordsmanship. In my opinion, it’s better to call it a good sword. "
I heard what Zhang Ping said. Everyone in the martial arts hall was shocked and then furious. Because I was invited by the Jianjian Sect to witness the ceremony, there were more or less some Jianjian Sect. At this time, I heard that Zhang Ping, a stranger, made sarcastic remarks. The Jianjian Sect was somewhat unhappy.
At this time, Zuo Mu suppressed his anger without directly sending it out. Instead, he continued to ask Ma Wude, "Is this Zhang Daochang, Brother Ma, also your good friend?"
Ma Wude and Zhang Ping just met by chance. How can Zhang Ping measure the sword completely and quickly say, "The left leader misunderstood that Zhang Daochang just met at the camellia stall and just didn’t realize that one day he came here together because he was on the way?"
Gong Guangjie smell speech strides to come over and stretch the sword to the chest and drink a way: "You must be impatient to run in the palace of the mountain sword lake. Who are you? By whom? If you don’t say so, don’t blame uncle Jian Qing. "