Gongsun Lan gave out a silvery sound at this time. "What is a Taoist priest? Why is it difficult to be a weak woman like me? "
"there lived years ago the beautiful Gongsun, who, dancing with her dagger, drew from all four quarters, an audience like mountains lost among themselves, heaven and earth have been low for a long time. Gong Sundaniang, there will never be more than ten people who can beat you in sword dancing today. What about weak women?" Zhang ping looked at Gongsun Lan light said at this time.
At this time, Gongsun Lan’s hands suddenly moved, and then two swords suddenly came towards Zhang Ping with a dazzling chill.
If you are a master of martial arts, you will definitely have your own unique symbol, while Gongsun Lan’s symbol is the rhythm and femininity like dancing.
Two double daggers with amazing and unique force mixed with sharp strong breeze came towards Zhang Ping like thunder and lightning.
Looking at the flying dagger, Zhang Ping said in his heart, "Gongsun Lan’s martial arts should not be so high." However, even so, Gongsun Lan’s martial arts still cannot threaten Zhang Ping.
At this time, when Gongsun Lan’s two short swords were nearly one foot in front of Zhang Ping, Zhang Ping’s hands suddenly flashed and caught the moment at the same time. Those short swords seemed to be caught in the vortex of quicksand, and they were arrested by Zhang Ping’s hands as if they were trying to catch a chicken.
Then Zhang Ping’s hands burst with thick gas, and the double short but firm but gentle strength was scratched by Zhang Ping’s hands, and the GongSunLan double dagger was finally grasped by Zhang Ping.
Losing weapons and seeing Zhang Ping’s terror skill, Gongsun Lan fought for Zhang Ping’s heart again. When Gongsun Lanhong’s shoes were in the moonlight, she was already swept out of fifty feet away.
However, Zhang Ping sneered and then said, "It’s a pity that it was almost a good flying achievement." Zhang Ping suddenly stepped out with one foot and one step. People have appeared more than ten feet away, and several ups and downs have disappeared in the night fog.
The shadows of the trees at night are faintly visible in the moonlight, and the strong winds are reflected with Gongsun Lan’s posture, and everything behind the scenery seems to indicate that he has been safe, but GongSunLan’s heart has not got rid of that initial sense of crisis.
Suddenly, Gongsun Lan’s figure stood like a javelin. A willow leaf fell and was blown by the night wind for several turns. A purple figure of a willow tree was looming in the distance.
"Give you two ways to live or die!" Zhang Ping’s voice is clear around the night wind, like ringing in Gongsun Lan’s ear, and there is not a word missing.
Gongsun Lan is much more relaxed at this time. Living may be more important than many things, especially for a master.
"What do I have to pay?" Gongsun Lan asked.
Zhang Ping said at this time: "What you have to do is very simple. Find Zhu Stop and tell me where he is, and then make sure that he won’t change places before I see him. This little request must be easy for you."
"No problem. Can I leave?" Gongsun Lan asked.
Two swords flashed, and Zhang Ping threw the double dagger at GongSunLan. Then Zhang Ping took the double sword and sprinted toward the distance. GongSunLanLang said, "Red shoes are good. If a person wants to do a good deed, it is worth encouraging and praising, otherwise there will be too few people doing good deeds in this world!"
GongSunLan heard what Zhang Ping said. First, his figure was a meal, and then he flew away in the distance without looking back. After several ups and downs, he disappeared into the fog at night.
Zhang Ping stretched and twisted his neck at this time, then turned around and slowly walked back in the direction of his inn, but Zhang Ping’s every step seemed to appear in the distance like a ghost.
The wind blew through "the sky is dry and the things are dry. Watch out for the candle!"
The bellman sound makes the night quieter as if nothing had ever happened here! to be continued
Chapter four hundred and twelve Wonderful boss
Wine is a good wine, a good dish, and there are not only green mountains, green waters, red flowers and graceful girls in Jiangnan, but also delicious food and old wine with sweet smell of glutinous rice.
Drunk countryside is really a good place to get drunk, with rows of green willows surrounded by vegetation and clear fragrance mixed with wine.
"Wash and dress, lean on the Wangjianglou, and do everything in Qian Fan. It’s not an oblique glow, and the water is long and heartbroken. Bai Pingzhou …" Wen Wan’s companion echoed in the drunken house with elegant piano songs.
A small square table, a pot of old wine and four dishes leaned against the bench in a secluded corner by the window of Zudingge, and Zhang Ping listened to the music leisurely.
A pool of green water outside the window was wrinkled by the warm wind from the south and floated across the awning boat, faintly smiling at the girl.
A girl in the south of China is as soft as water and as clear as water. A handkerchief and an oil umbrella may create a sad story of singing for thousands of years.
At this time, a small and exquisite awning boat crossed the boatman with a hat, a hemp fiber and a half veil, which made people unable to see the truth. All the boats flowed downstream with a breeze, like a fast arrow, stirring up a string of waves.
Just as the boat passed by, a pale yellow letter suddenly flew out of the boat and looked at Zhangping window.
At this time, Zhang Ping suddenly took a deep breath, and the flying stationery just flew into the window and cried. Zhang Ping sucked it up and floated to Zhang Ping’s right hand.
Then I shook the stationery and opened my eyes slowly. Three beautiful small characters "Huangshi Town" came into view. The elegant and soft rhythm implied the sword. An orchid bloomed faintly at the end of the paper. I think it should be written by Gongsun Lan.
Zhang Ping spat out the letter paper in the palm of his hand at this time and slowly scattered several powders.
After singing a song, Zhang Ping took a sip of wine and stretched himself, leaving a ingot to reward silver and quietly turning away.
Huangshi Town is a big town. It was just past noon when Zhangping arrived. The vicious sunshine roasted pedestrians home. Those living talents had to come out in the scorching sun at this time. They didn’t know martial arts. They didn’t know the classics. They were ordinary. They lived by their hands. They raised a family. They were great.
Zhang Ping’s carriage drove slowly past towards a fairly atmospheric courtyard.
Zhu Ting has never done business or shop. He believes that it is difficult to lose money in any business or shop. In fact, there is a more important reason why he doesn’t do business, because he has never had business money, but his nickname is "boss"
Zhu Ting is a person who knows how to enjoy himself and sees everything very well. Together, these two reasons make him gain weight day by day. Fat people always seem to be very lucky. Only a very lucky person can be a boss. Many people call him a boss. In fact, he is indeed a lucky person.
He looks like himself, but he has a very beautiful wife. He has never done anything serious in his life, but he can always live in the most comfortable room, wear the most exquisite clothes and drink the best wine. He is also very proud of himself-he always thinks he is lazier than Lu Xiaofeng.
As soon as you see him sitting in that spacious and comfortable plush chair, there are very few things that can wake him up, because when he talks about doing something, he has to "stop" and think about it first. If he wants to think about the world, there is nothing that he has to do, and he can still live a comfortable life today, because he has very dexterous hands and can make many strange things, and he can do it if you can think of something.
On one occasion, he bet with others that he could make a walking Woodenhead. As a result, he won fifty tables of swallow-wing seats and fifty jars of old wine, which made him lose weight and gain five pounds.
A large plush chair with dense vines lay in a pool of fat pigs and a beautiful woman who was peeling grapes. This is not a story of a beautiful beast, but a story of a boss and a proprietress.
A gust of wind passed over the vine and a leaf floated. Suddenly Zhu stopped feeling that there were no more slippery and sweet grapes in his mouth. Although he was lazy, he still had the strength to open his eyes.
At this time, the proprietress’s slender white fingers are no longer peeling grapes. Suddenly, the whole person was shocked and looked at the front. Zhu stopped following the proprietress’s eyes and saw a carriage. I don’t know when it had already appeared in this yard.
Then the carriage curtain hit a purple cassock, and the young Taoist priest came and looked at each other as if white jade were like skin and stars. Suddenly Zhu stopped humming a question, and Zhu stopped having no intuitive affection for the bearer.
However, when Zhu stopped looking at the other carriage, he suddenly couldn’t move his eyes any more.
Seeing Zhu stop at this time, he jumped up at a speed that didn’t match his figure. He ran to Zhang Ping’s carriage and looked left and right. Then he said, "Wonderful! The person who designed this carriage is a genius!"
At this time, Zhang Ping said with a smile, "Although the person who designed this carriage was indeed a genius beyond Zhu, he was still in a hurry at that time, so I needed Zhu’s help to perfect this carriage."
After listening to Zhang Ping’s words, Zhu Ting turned his head and sighed, "It’s a pity that such a person and Zhu Ting should meet each other." Then he asked Zhang Ping, "I just don’t know what the Taoist priest wants to change this carriage into?"
At this time, Zhang Ping smiled and said, "First, I hope this horse looks real, not recognized as it is now. Second, I hope this carriage can be faster and consume less power."
Zhu stopped at this time and touched the fake horse in front of the carriage. He checked the carriage back and forth and thought for a while and said, "No problem, but it needs some …"
Zhang Ping said with a smile, "It’s easy to say what materials and how much money you need. You don’t have to worry about anything but rebuilding the carriage."
Zhu stopped at this time and nodded and said, "Twelve thousand silver, leave the car here and pick it up in thirty days."
At this time, Zhang Ping took out a stack of silver tickets from his sleeve and gently waved them to the small table beside the boss’s wife. Afterwards, Zhang Pingkou said, "Well, in that case, leave!" Zhang Ping stepped out of the whole person but disappeared like a ghost.
If it weren’t for the silver ticket on the table and the carriage owner in the courtyard, she would have met a ghost in broad daylight.
Chapter four hundred and thirteen Four eyebrows Lu Xiaofeng