At this time, Zhang Ping said with a smile: "At the end of this day, Qian Qian, a martial arts practitioner, was also a woodcutter in Qian Qian. However, it is really fortunate to see a woodcutter who is both martial arts and firewood today."
This person listened to what Zhang Ping said, but instead of being happy, he pulled out his pole. At first, Zhang Pingchu saw that the pole was different in shape, and there was a protruding sheath at each end of the slight bend in the black ground. But when he looked closely, he suddenly found that the pole was heavy and expected to be cast by wrought iron in fine steel. The man asked, "You were instructed to come here and try to speak to me quickly, otherwise don’t blame me for being ruthless in Xiren Nan."
Zhang Pingchenai said: "I will say that I heard your folk songs all the way. Do you believe it?"
Then Xiren Nan shook his head and said, "Do you think I will believe it? Honestly, where are you from? Directed by someone? To find out what I’m doing? I promise I won’t hurt you if you tell the truth. "
Zhang Ping sighed and said, "That’s all. I can tell you that the only person who can tell me what to do is long gone, but I hope you can answer me a simple question first. It’s June, and I’m sure this question will never refuse me."
Then although Xiren Nan is full of alert to Zhang Ping at this time, this question is obviously not in the alert range, so he replied with a little doubt: "It is really strange that the little Taoist should ask this question in the first year of the jubilee. Are you a person after all?"
Zhang Ping realized that it was only in the Song Dynasty that he held the broken branch of his right hand in the back arm and the index finger of his left hand in the air and said, "Where am I from?" Then Zhang Ping said, "If you don’t believe me, you can try it."
When Xiren Nan saw this, he turned his shoulder pole with a hand, and then stood it in the tunnel: "In that case, you should attack first. I want to see what you can do, but let’s say first that if you lose, don’t cry. Second, you need to come to me and make it clear."
Zhang Ping tilted the broken branch slightly to the side and said, "OK, but I have to say first that if you lose, you must not cry, and secondly, you need to treat me to dinner for three months."
When Xiren Nan heard this, he laughed: "What a little Taoist who doesn’t know the height of the earth. I promised you a bet. Come on."
Xiren Nan saw that Zhang Ping’s right hand was broken and the five fingers of his left hand were counting from one to five, and he made a fist by holding his thumb out again, and then his forefinger extended his five fingers and then flexed his thumb, while his forefinger flexed his middle finger again, which was very strange.
Before Xiren Nan continued to think much of Zhang Ping’s sudden stabbing of Xiren Nan’s right leg with a sword from his right hand, it seemed that there was nothing wonderful, but somehow Xiren Nan almost evaded it. No, he never thought that Zhang Ping could make such a move at an early age, so he quickly waved the pole and tried to force people to force Zhang Ping to save himself.
What makes him think impassability, however, is that Zhang Ping’s moves have suddenly changed. Every move seems to be light, like there is no strength at all, but every move is an attack on Zhang Ping himself. Zhang Ping’s moves seem to have changed, but the change is poor. What’s more terrible is that Zhang Ping took a few steps at will and solved all his pole attacks.
With the two sides fighting for more than 20 strokes, Zhang Ping is still a pair of clouds and light winds. Every stroke and every style seems to be just right, while Xiren Nan is just the opposite. At this time, there are a lot of sweat on his face. He never imagined that he was suppressed by a four-or five-year-old Taoist priest relying on moves for more than 20 strokes, and his anxiety became more and more intense. Suddenly, he had the idea that Zhang Ping would be killed by a pole.
However, at this time, Xiren Nan suddenly jumped backward and had no strength to support Zhang Ping’s oblique branches and stood quietly waiting for this Xiren Nan article.
At this time, Xiren Nan suddenly said with a fuels: "I don’t know the name of Xiao Daochang’s high surname, Xiren Nan. Today, it’s abrupt. Today, someone in South China lost the first world war. From today on, Xiao Daochang has been fasting for three months and someone in South China has taken care of it."
Zhang Ping also replied at this time: "The layman’s surname is Zhang Shanming, and a flat word is being original. Purple blood, purple blood, purple blood is also reckless today. Although he is a martial artist, it is really a good thing to live by cutting firewood. It’s a joke that Master Ernan doesn’t have to take it seriously."
Nancy said kindly, "It’s not as good as saying that the little Taoist is superior in martial arts. It’s better for someone in the south to feel ashamed. Isn’t it a beautiful thing to introduce them to the Taoist another day? I wonder where the little Taoist is now?"
Zhang Ping said, "It’s at the Jade Emperor Temple, a hill north of Jiaxing City, which is not far from here. Xia Nan can go there for a while or two, so we’ll see you later when we go back."
Then Zhang Ping gave another gift, and Xiren Nan returned a gift: "Please". Then Zhang Ping said goodbye to Xiren Nan and walked back to the Jade Emperor Temple.
Thank you for your reward, friends who have always supported the low profile, thank you.
Chapter one hundred and fifty Jiangnan seven strange
Back to the Jade Emperor Temple, Zhang Ping first found some wild fruit herbs nearby, and then returned to the Jade Emperor Temple. He sorted several common herbs and dried them in the air, and washed a little bit and ate wild fruits for lunch.
After noon, Zhang Ping crossed his legs in the house to cultivate his strength. At this time, with Zhang Ping III, the Qing Sutra was finally eliminated and replaced. It was the ninth floor of the Jade Kung Fu of the Flower Palace, which really impressed Zhang Ping, and this kung fu was the most authentic Xuanmen Kung Fu. Therefore, Zhang Pingcai replaced the Qing Sutra this time.
In this life, Zhang Ping’s obsession with martial arts is stronger than in previous generations, because he already has concerns and goals in his heart, and he wants to see if the ultimate martial arts can make people soar to immortality and return to her again.
At the present stage of Liyi, Zhang Ping intends to cultivate jade work, mixed yuan work, fossil magic work and auspicious treasure moonlight rotation method, and has sought to restore his strength as soon as possible
If a person concentrates on something, it is often hard to imagine how quickly it will pass, and before you know it, it will be the morning sun rising again. When Zhang Ping finished practicing early class, he collected some medicinal herbs and wild fruits and returned to his room.
When Zhang Ping had just put away the wild fruit of medicinal materials, he heard Xiren Nan say outside: "Little Taoist Zixue lives here and has come to visit Xiren Nan." Zhang Ping heard Xiren Nan’s propaganda and hurried out to meet him.
When Zhang Ping walked out of the Jade Emperor Temple, he saw a man holding a yellow horse besides Xiren Nan. The abnormal height and fat of the horse was a rare good horse, but the man holding the horse was a short, fat and wretched man. This man was short and short without a neck, but his head was surprisingly big but he was huddled in his shoulders like a big meat ball. Zhang Ping saw that his face was covered with red distiller’s grains, and his rosacea was as big and round as a red persimmon sticking to his face. It was really ugly.
However, Zhang Ping and several other people have already passed the stage of judging people by their appearances. Since this person can come with Xiren Nan, he must not be an ordinary person. Most of them are his sworn brothers. Now that his skill has not been restored, he should not be too ostentatious. So Zhang Ping gave a salute and said, "Please, Nan Xia found me in such a broken place. I don’t know if this is Nan Xia’s sworn brother?"
Xiren Nan laughed and said, "Little Purple Blood Taoist really has a good eye. This is the third brother who is called Han Baoju, the king of horses."
When Zhang Ping heard this, he quickly said, "It turned out that Master Ma Wang Shenhan was disrespectful to his face."
Then Han Baoju laughed and said, "They are all friends of Jianghu who praise Han Mou, but a humble groom is a purple blood Taoist. I heard from my fourth brother that Ge’s swordsmanship will make a difference in the future."
Zhang Ping, at this time, the two of them passed the sidewalk: "Please come into this small temple quickly. I hope you don’t take it amiss."
At this time, Han Baoju stopped: "Don’t be so polite, Little Purple Blood Taoist. We are here today. First, we want to make friends with Little Purple Blood Taoist and make an appointment so that we can have a potluck together. I wonder what Little Purple Blood Taoist thinks?"
Zhang Ping said, "I shouldn’t have asked for these rice grains now, but I’m ashamed to get them now. If you have them, you won’t dare to refuse."
Then Nancy Ren and Han Baoju will bring some rice to eat and move into the Jade Emperor Temple. The three of them sat for a moment in Zhang Ping’s shabby hut and agreed to get together in Zuixian Building in Jiaxing three days later before they left.
With rice, Zhang Ping should ask for other living materials again. Every day, he practiced martial arts for three days, and it passed quickly.
At noon on this day, Zhang Ping left the Jade Emperor Temple and came to Jiaxing, which is a big city in western Zhejiang. It has been very prosperous since ancient times. After the southern crossing of the Song Dynasty, the market situation in Jiaxing near the capital became more lively.
After Zhang Ping entered the city, he walked to the downtown area to meet Wen Ya, a resident figure in the city. Although he was a peddler and a pawn, he was more handsome and not vulgar. He couldn’t help sighing that there were outstanding people in the south of the Yangtze River. No wonder strange people came forth in large numbers.
This Drunken Fairy Tower is famous in Jiaxing City. It is located in the lake near the South Lake. Several small boats are rippling, and the water surface of the lake is covered with green oil and diamond leaves, which attracts many celebrities to drink and enjoy the scenery here.
It was Zhang Ping who easily found out the location of the Drunken Fairy House. He walked all the way to the Drunken Fairy House, but when he saw a big wooden sign standing straight in the shop with the words "Taibai Legacy", it was a restaurant. When he looked up again, a huge gold-lettered signboard at the head of the building with the words "Drunken Fairy House" and the five small words "Dongpo layman" written next to it turned out to be Su Dongpo’s title. Zhang Ping saw that this restaurant was magnificent and luxurious, and he couldn’t help but have a good impression on Nancy Ren and his sworn brothers.
Zhang Pingfang saw Xiren Nan, Han Baoju and four men and one woman sitting at a table early and waiting for Zhang Ping.
Zhang Ping hurried over and gave a salute: "I don’t know the way when I first came to Jiaxing, but I hope you will forgive me for coming late."
At this time, seven people, including Xiren Nan, got up and sat in the middle. The first one with a ragged blind eye said, "Where are we? We just arrived here. The purple blood Taoist priest has given us the Seven Weird Faces Taoist priest in the south of the Yangtze River. Please sit down quickly."
Zhang Ping saw that he was in his forties, with a sharp mouth and cut cheeks, and his face was rather fierce, but his words and manners were quite decent. His first impression was not bad, so he said, "If you live in the Jade Emperor Temple after being original, you should rely more on you. Please sit down first."
Then the host and guest took their seats, and Han Baoju ordered the bartender to serve food. At the same time, Han Baoju and Xiren Nan introduced the crowd one by one, and the blind man was the first flying bat of seven people, Ke Zhene, who achieved great success in flying hidden weapons.
The second man, with an air of fatigue and laziness, was greasy and disheveled, covered with dirt and holding a tattered oiled paper black fan, was the second most skillful Zhu Cong among all.
The third person is burly, at least there are two hundred and fifty pounds around a long apron, and the skirt is greasy, revealing a hairy chest. The sleeves are rolled up high, and the arms are inches long and the black hair ranks fifth in the crowd. The name is Xiao Mituo Zhang Asheng.
Finally, a man with a short stature, a small felt hat and a white face, and a peddler’s appearance ranked sixth in the crowd. His name was blonde and he was nicknamed downtown Xia Yin.
Finally, it is introduced that the woman is about ten years old, slim, with big eyes, long eyelashes, long hair like ink and skin like snow. It is sword of the yue maiden Han Xiaoying, the youngest of the seven men in Jiangnan.
Later, Zhang Ping also reported himself again: "The layman’s surname is Zhang Shan, and the name of the flat word is purple blood, but it is nothing more than a demon."
At this time, Zhu Cong, a wonderful hand, slapped the fan and said, "Wonderful, it’s really wonderful. The seven monsters in the south of the Yangtze River and the purple blood demon road are really destined to be friends."
Then everyone cheered. As they killed the big bowl, Zhang Ping, a famous daughter of Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province, was slightly drunk.
Chapter one hundred and six Try your hand.
But fortunately, the speed of Zuixianlou cuisine is good. After this life, Zhang Ping hardly ate a decent meal, so after the meal, it was like a breeze, and the seven monsters in the south of the Yangtze River were dumbfounded, especially the four-gill bass was really delicious. Thanks to Zhang Ping’s hunger, the little fish could produce delicious food.
Zhang Pingcai, who felt a little full in his stomach, was a little embarrassed to put the dishes and chopsticks. "You have laughed because you haven’t eaten for a long time."
At this time, sword of the yue maiden Han Xiaoying suddenly became pregnant. Zhang Ping put a chopstick on bamboo shoots and said, "Eat this table slowly, and a few people can’t finish it. Although you have finished eating well, Xiao Daochang, how can you come out and wander around your family alone at such a young age?"
How warm the family is. However, Zhang Ping shook his head and continued to pull the lunch in the bowl without saying anything. At this time, Mituo Zhang Asheng suddenly said, "Listen to the fourth brother’s statement that Xiao Daochang’s swordsmanship is amazing. I wonder if Zhang Asheng has the honor to see it?"
At this time, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became heavy. Seeing this, Zhang Ping looked up and chewed the food in his mouth. He swallowed the food and said, "Nothing. In that case, I’ll borrow flowers to offer Buddha a new dish for Brother Sheng."
Then Zhang Ping pulled out a clean chopstick, clamped his left hand with the index finger and middle finger, and struck the desktop with a hammer. A sixi pill was suddenly shocked and flew up. Then Zhang Ping’s right hand broke out of the round-headed chopsticks, flying in a flash, and several pills were flying fast. Seven people could see it clearly.
As Zhang Ping’s right hand returned to its original place, seven people saw that Zhang Ping’s right hand chopsticks were impressively wearing four pills. This drunken fairy floor four-happiness pill is slippery and strong, and it tastes first-class and delicious. However, if you want to string a sword with a middle handle, I’m afraid you can’t do much at the end of the day, but if a round-headed chopsticks will string it, it will be even more difficult.
However, Zhang Ping’s little ability to do this is to rely on hidden weapons’s swordsmanship against the round ball in the style of nine swords and broken arrows, and to add his own understanding of swordsmanship and strength to achieve success in one fell swoop
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