Huang Rong looked at Zhang Ping and then at Ouyang Ke’s rising mouth. "It’s absurd and heretical, so don’t you often laugh at me and want to kill me?"
Zhang Ping just wanted to laugh, but he didn’t. He thought for a moment and said, "There are two kinds of smiles. One is from the heart, and the other is to confuse the enemy. You cook for me every day. I naturally smile from the heart for you and smile for the enemy."
Say, "Zhang Ping slowly walked towards Ouyang Ke, who had just sat up with difficulty, and his face showed a strange expression of Gherardini.
Chapter DiYiSanEr Strange beggar
Zhang Ping walked up to Ouyang Ke and smiled slowly: "Speaking of which, you are really lucky. A person who has shown me murder is likely to come back to life. Of course, it is possible. It depends on what price you can pay."
Ouyang Ke was seriously injured at this time. His right hand was clutching his chest and he couldn’t help but gasp. "Do you know who my uncle is?"
Zhang Ping shook his head and suddenly kicked Ouyang Ke out three times and sneered: "I don’t know who your uncle is, but I know that if you go like this, I’m afraid he can come and collect your body."
Ouyang Ke was kicked out by Zhang Ping twice and then quickly raised his hand and said, "Don’t fight, don’t fight, have something to discuss. What reward does the Taoist need to be able to show leniency today? Although the mouth is in my uncle’s mouth, Ouyang Feng wants to come and do it."
Ouyang Ke’s words say that one is to save his life temporarily and suffer from flesh and blood, and the other is to point out his uncle so that the other side can retreat in his uncle’s fame and dare not kill himself easily at the worst.
Zhang Ping heard what Ouyang Ke said in his heart: "I seem to have heard the name of West Poison Ouyang Feng before. This person should be an extremely good master in the Song Dynasty and finally disappeared suddenly."
At this time, Huang Rong suddenly plugged in and Zhang Ping explained: "Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, was the five people with the highest martial arts. In those days, Dongxie, Xi Du, Nandi, Beigai and Zhongshentong fought for the Jiuyin Zhenjing for five days and seven nights, which was almost a tie, but in the end, Zhongshentong Wang Zhongyang was superior to win the Zhenjing, otherwise we would let him get into trouble this time."
At this time, sixteen female brothers from Ouyang Ke also rode camels to come to Zhangping to see this and laughed: "It’s good that someone just spoke."
Then Zhang Ping said to Ouyang Ke, "Tell your uncle to exchange your life with a kung fu that is enough to exchange your life." After saying this, Zhang Ping suddenly pounced on Ouyang Ke, ordered several big holes and took out a red Dan medicine to feed him.
Then Zhang Ping jumped back to the camel and said to Ouyang Ke, "I’ll give you this" Three Corpses and Brain Gods Pill ".There’s a corpse worm hidden in it. Usually, it doesn’t make a difference, but if you don’t restrain the corpse worm medicine at noon after one year expires, once the corpse worm falls off and enters the brain, it’s no longer reasonable to measure it. If you lose your rationality, even your parents and wife will bite and eat more toxic substances than this. Moreover, although your uncle is known as Xi Du, he wants to prepare an antidote.
Later, Zhang Ping said to Ouyang Ke’s female brothers, "Your master is seriously injured. Please send him all the way back. By the way, tell him that if his uncle doesn’t want to take out a proud martial arts, he should try to be as powerful as Dan in the Three Corpses and Brains."
Later, Zhang Ping and Huang Rong continued to travel far and wide on camels. Perhaps it suddenly occurred to Zhang Ping that when their figures were about to disappear, they suddenly shouted, "I forgot to mention that when his uncle asked, he said that hurting others was a purple blood demon."
After a while, they talked to Zhang Pinglu for a long time. Huang Rong said that a destination must be set, so the prosperity of Jiangnan became the final result of their consultation.
Since then, they have seen the so-called paradise and the beautiful scenery of Suzhou, Hangzhou and Hangzhou, but Zhang Ping of Suzhou still wants to see it.
The two of them walked and played all the way. Everywhere they went, they had to eat, drink and play enough before they continued to set off. It was a long time since they crossed the Yangtze River.
At this time, the early spring has passed and the weather is getting warmer. It is a good season for the two of them to cross the Yangtze River.
On this day, they were walking along the Liu Yin trail in the south of the Yangtze River, talking about the mysterious dishes made by Huang Rong in recent days. Zhang Ping suddenly stopped his voice and said to Huang Rong, "Miss Huang seems that something unusual will happen today. Do you believe it or not?"
Huang Rong, a girl who always calls herself Huang all the way, has always felt very uneasy. After listening to what Zhang Ping said, Huang Rong is an extremely clever person. He knew that someone must have been discovered by Zhang Ping nearby, so Huang Rong said, "I don’t know if that sneaky guy followed us. Don’t you know that we have a famous purple blood demon road here?"
Huang Rong’s natural disposition is less than teaching, but after Zhang Ping’s advice on work and a lot of snake blood and snake glue’s assistance, his strength is not weak at this time. This shout out is quite good for a mile or two.
Just after Huang Rong’s voice fell, someone in the Woods said, "Yes, yes, the martial arts attainments of the two dolls really opened the eyes of the old man."
Looking back at this time, the two men saw that they were talking to a middle-aged beggar. This man had a rectangular face, a thin chin, thick hands and big feet, and his clothes were covered with patches in the east and west, but they were washed clean. He was holding a green bamboo stick in his hand, jade-like and jade-like, carrying a scarlet lacquer gourd, and he looked dignified.
At this time, Zhang Ping and Huang Rong said to each other, "I don’t know if Ge is a master of Fang? I don’t know if you followed me all the way today, but what do you have to teach me? "
The middle-aged beggar said with a smile, "It’s a pleasure to see you, but when you two talk about food, you can’t help but have a big appetite. You can’t buy a lot of food, so you can listen to them and hope to quench your thirst."
Zhang Pingxi saw that the middle-aged beggar’s muscles and bones were wide, his big hands were white and red, and his arms were yellow. His eyes were radiant and his temples seemed to be full. Obviously, he practiced his in-laws kung fu to the extreme. If a great master Zhang Ping thinks that such a person is short of food and follows himself, then Zhang Ping must be short of mind.
Zhang Ping then took out a piece of gold leaf and said to humanity, "When we meet, it’s fate that this leaf pavilion is used to buy some favorite food and save the pavilion from following us all the way to quench our thirst."
Who knows that the middle-aged beggar really didn’t pick up the gold leaf, but sat on the floor and didn’t walk: "Those mundane things can buy anything delicious, and they always call flowers to eat, so they have to eat real food. If you want to cook food, you can always call it Huazui."
When Zhang Ping heard what the middle-aged beggar said, his face turned cold and said, "Good, good, nonsense, don’t say more."
Zhang Ping’s sunflower treasure trove turned into a purple ghosting image and pounced on the middle-aged beggar.
The middle-aged beggar heard Zhang Ping sneer, but he was still surprised by Zhang Ping’s ghostly speed. Seeing that Zhang Ping came, he drew a circle with his left leg slightly bent, his right arm bent and his right palm called Zhang Ping to push it away.
Zhang Ping saw that his hands made a strange seal and then slammed into the middle-aged beggar. Both of them knew that the other side’s martial arts were good. It was this blow that they had made their own real efforts. But seeing that the two hands were offset, they suddenly stirred up layers of air billow. Then Zhang Ping stood still and the middle-aged beggar didn’t stop until he took seven steps back.
It turns out that Zhang Ping just used the music handprint that was extorted from the wise man. This music handprint belongs to the yoga method, and it has to be enlightened, repaired with treasure bottles, chanted with vajra, compensated with fire or two fortune-telling, and he gradually became exhausted. He felt that the wise man’s attempt to practice poison palm kung fu quickly really fell behind. After Zhang Ping got this kung fu, he practiced it for a short time, but he also got a glimpse of the path. Today’s raid made a great achievement.
However, the other party’s use of the palm method is obviously unusual, especially if he has a mental arithmetic. The other party’s hasty blow was not injured, which also made Zhang Ping look good.
Just when Zhang Ping stopped to ask the other person’s name clearly, the middle-aged beggar suddenly fell to the ground and rolled and shouted, "Oh, my gosh, I killed someone. Come and see, Zixue Yaodao killed me, an old beggar, with his martial arts skills."
Seeing this, Zhang Ping was so angry that he couldn’t help but course a few magic doors and shoot this shameless old thing with a palm.
However, Zhang Ping, an extremely good player, also has his own pride. The middle-aged beggar has not shown malice to himself at present, and now he is also a slap in the face. For Zhang Ping, this is simply a weasel eating hedgehogs.
Zhang Ping then roared at him: "Look at your palm, you are at least a master of a generation, so you will roll out without face and skin. Will you stand in the Wulin in the future?"
The middle-aged beggar paused and said, "If you always ask Huadu to give up his face and beg for food, what’s the point of giving up his face? If you don’t want to give alms, I’ll always ask Huadu to eat a mouthful of rice and beat him to death with one hand and never fight back."
Zhang Ping was so angry at what the middle-aged beggar said that he walked several times around the middle-aged beggar who continued to roll and yell.
At this time, Huang Rong, behind Zhang Ping, turned his eyes and went to Zhang Ping’s side. He said, "Brother Ping, come to your ear and I have something to say to you."
Zhang Ping listened to Huang Rong’s call and knew that although she was not good at martial arts, she was not resourceful, so Xiaoyuer hurried to her ear.
The middle-aged beggar cooed for a while when he saw them together, and then he saw Zhang Ping and Huang Rong turn around and smile at him strangely, and his heart was very scared.
Chapter DiYiSanSan North beggar Hong Qi
Let’s talk about the middle-aged beggar who made Zhang Ping live happily. Fortunately, Huang Rong was resourceful and gave Zhang Ping a coup.
The middle-aged beggar then saw that the two men tied the camel to a nearby road. Huang Rong was riding on a camel to rest, while Zhang Pingze flew into the Woods. At that time, he couldn’t figure out what medicine they were selling in the gourd to sit tight.
There are a lot of birds and animals in the dense forests of the mountains and forests in the south of the Yangtze River. Zhang Ping has a lot of experience in the field. Zhang Ping’s martial arts are very high at this time, so it was not long before Zhang Ping walked out of the forest with a hare and a pheasant.
Huang Rong saw that Zhang Ping was coming. As a result, Zhang Ping stabbed the pheasant in his hand, and the pheasant’s belly was washed and peeled clean without plucking. Water and a mass of mud wrapped the chicken outside and made a fire to roast it. For a while, the mud was full of sweetness, and the wet mud was dried and peeled, and the chicken feathers fell with the mud. The chicken was white, tender and fragrant.
While Zhang Pingze raised another pile of fire palm knife kung fu to shave the rabbit and go to a nearby stream to wash away the blood. When he returned to the fire, he strung the whole rabbit on a branch and barbecued it. Huang Rong buried the beggar chicken and came to control the roast rabbit. After a while, the roast rabbit was full of fragrance.
The two of them then took a chicken and a rabbit, took Zhang Ping’s palm knife and cut it, so they ate it separately.
Seeing this, the middle-aged beggar sniffed the fragrance in the air and then said, "The fragrance is really fragrant. The greedy people in my stomach are going to rebel."
Then, with a drooling look on his face, he said to the two of them in a hurry, "Come and tear another copy for Lao Hua’s legless chicken butt and rabbit head."
They looked at him as if he were a hungry ghost reborn, fearing that if one of them refused, he would stretch out his hand and snatch it.
Seeing that the two men reacted to themselves, the middle-aged beggar sat opposite them with his eyes turned and took the gourd from his back. Suddenly, the wine was overflowing. He shook the gourd and handed it to Zhang Pingdao. "Zixue Daochang, I have been drinking this wine for forty years. How about a chicken butt for you?"
Zhang Ping backhand took out a long bamboo tube, and after hitting it, a smell of medicine mixed with wine rushed out of him and took a gulp: "No need, let alone 40 years, even 400 years, Shaoxing Daughter Red can’t reach me."
The middle-aged beggar asked about the taste of the medicine. He walked in the Jianghu for many years and naturally knew that Zhang Ping’s drinking was probably a medicinal liquor that greatly promoted kung fu, so he did not continue to pester Zhang Ping. Instead, he asked Huang Rong, "Do you drink female dolls?"