The middle-aged man had just gotten a piece of silver. He estimated that it would be worth a hundred cents when calculated into copper coins. He was very happy. He grinned, showing his big black and yellow teeth, and said in a positive tone: "It's so beautiful, girl and this future girl." The young master is a perfect match, just like a fairy daughter and a god in heaven."
After getting such a sum of money, even if it doesn't look good, this middle-aged man will keep praising it.
This money is a good thing, there is nothing money can't do against your will, and besides, this pair of people are like a golden boy and a beautiful girl.
"It doesn't look good. This thing tickles the young master's face."
Look at the person wearing the mask, whether it is Yuwen Tuo or Donghuang Taiyi of the Yin Yang family, which one of them does not show his domineering attitude? Besides, Jingzhou is not an old naughty boy, so how could he like such a furry fox face?
"You can't pick it!"
Ren Yingying put the mask on him again and took Jing Zhou around for half a day.
"You said holding my son's hand, growing old together with me, playing the piano and the harp in harmony. Is there really a broad understanding of life and death in this world? Tell me about it to Zicheng?"
Jingzhou laughed and said: "Hahaha, why did the saint suddenly talk about the words in the Book of Songs, but what is love? One more word may make a mistake, and one less word may not be enough, disturbing the Qingqiu for a while."
The two came to a bridge, and Ren Yingying said slowly: "I heard that fireflies flash beautifully at night."
"Hey, people are asking you something!"
Jingzhou said, "Yeah, it's very beautiful."
"But I haven't seen fireflies yet."
"Well, I haven't seen it either."
"I read in a book that when a scholar meets the girl he likes, he will help her catch a cage of fireflies."
"Well, that's all in the books... the books... the books are all lies..."
"I also want a cage of fireflies."
"What are you going to do with that thing? You can't live on it..."
Ren Yingying rolled her eyes at him and said coquettishly: "Why are you like this? No matter what, you have to catch me a cage of fireflies."
"Okay, I'll catch a hundred fireflies for you."
After a while, Ren Yingying stared at Jingzhou and exhaled: "You...will you forget me in the future?"
Jingzhou smiled awkwardly, seeing that she was asking extremely seriously, and for a moment he didn't want to say anything against his will, so he said, "Maybe, in this life, there will always be some memories buried in the dust."
"Hey, hey, why are you still biting! Why are you like a puppy, girl!"
Jingzhou pulled up his cuffs and saw two rows of bloody tooth marks on his wrists.
"Hmph! Who told you to forget me!"
He thought that Jingzhou had encountered countless enemies in his life and had never shed blood. He never expected that he would be injured in the hands of a woman in the end!
How embarrassing it was for him!
Although the beauty is good, she can't make his heart move.
When this watery person kept clinging to him, Jingzhou struggled for a while, struggled again, and then slipped away on his toes.
How could he, a passionate man whose head could cut off the blood and bleed, one day, like thousands of other men, fall under the skirt of a woman!
"Hey, stop! Is this girl that scary?"
"Didn't you say you want good flowers to go with a good vase!"
"Liar! Coward!"
Ren Yingying stamped her feet and shouted to the place where Jing Zhou disappeared: "One day, I will let you remember."
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"Brother Dragon, Brother Tiger, how do you think I'm doing with my Heaven-turning Palm?"
Lin Pingzhi wiped his sweat and asked the two of them impatiently. Perhaps stimulated by Yu Canghai, after being threatened with death, he continued to practice hard at home these days, which actually allowed him to break through from a low-level warrior to a third-rate warrior.
Although he was asking about the two brothers Guo Jianglong, he was actually mainly looking at Guo Jianglong. The guy called Mountain Tiger has no good brain. Even if you ask him, you can't get anything out of him.
At that moment, Crossing the River Dragon thought about the angle and strength of Lin Pingzhi's attacks, and said with a serious face: "Brother Lin's palm skills have made great progress. Now he has a certain way of protecting himself even when walking in the rivers and lakes." Strength. If we fight those Qingcheng Sect disciples now, we will win more and lose less."
Then he sighed and said with a low expression: "I don't know when the young master will come back. If the young master just gives us some casual advice, it will be much better than hard training."
Lin Pingzhi was also a little excited when he heard Guojiang Long talking about Jing Zhou. The purple figure has been imprinted in his mind these days. The sword will be stained with blood!
"I have been sharpening a sword for several years, but Shuang Ren has never tried it. Walking at night in the wind and rain, the sword is ready to kill!"
Lin Pingzhi muttered what Jingzhou said before, his eyes filled with determination.
After this difficulty, he also understood what Jianghu is: a big fist is the truth.
If he had been half as strong as Mr. Jing that day, he wouldn't have had to endure Yu Canghai's torture!
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Zuo Lengchan was at the top: "Is Junior Brother Fei feeling better?"
"Junior Brother Fei has lost his eyesight, and most of his martial arts skills have been lost. He has been hiding in the back mountain all day..."
"That's all, that boy named Jing will always make him pay the price. I, the Songshan Sect, are not to be bullied by others."
If Fei Shan hadn't been blind, Zuo Lengchan might have helped him get revenge, but a man who had already lost more than half of his body had lost all value.
However, the hearts of the Songshan sect cannot be dispersed, and even if it is for the sake of face, he cannot let his words slip.
But if there is an opportunity to add insult to injury, he will not let it go and will definitely beat up the victim.
Although the evil sword skills are good, Zuo Lengchan thinks that his ice energy is not bad either.
He didn't feel that his ice energy was inferior to the evil-fighting sword manual.
The most important thing right now is to merge the Five Mountains Sword Sect.
If the Five Mountains Sword Sect is not merged, the Songshan Sect will always be suppressed by Shaolin Wudang.
The Songshan Sect seems to be extremely beautiful. As the third sect of the Righteous Path, Zuo Lengchan actually knows in his heart that the Songshan Sect is just the front line launched by Shaolin Wudang to fight against the Demon Sect. This world is still controlled by Shaolin Wudang.
If he wants to resist Shaolin Wudang, he alone cannot stop the Songshan sect.
When he merged with the Five Mountains Sword Sect, the Bald Donkey of Shaolin and the Taoist priests of Wudang Mountain, Zuo Lengchan was determined to make them look good.
Zuo Lengchan changed the topic and asked: "How is the matter with the Taishan Sect?"
"When the master's command comes, how dare those Taishan veterans disobey."
Taishan's bow was not beyond Zuo Lengchan's expectation. The only thing about the Five Mountains Sword Sect that made him worried was Huashan.
Although there were only a few people in Huashan, with only a few big cats and two kittens, Yue Buqun, a hypocrite, could not hide his ambition from Zuo Lengchan.
Zuo Lengchan knew exactly what Yue Buqun was doing in private.
It's just that the skill of this hypocrite is really not low, and cannot be compared to those of the Taishan sect.
Moreover, it is not known whether the sword master Feng Qingyang is still alive. . .
Zuo Lengchan said with a cold face: "In that case, the only ones left are Huashan and Hengshan. Didn't Liu Zhengfeng want to wash his hands in a golden basin? It's just right. He just obeys. If he doesn't obey, those who have connected with the Demon Sect will deserve to die. "
This time, he wanted to take advantage of the golden basin to get the Hengshan faction to surrender.
After the Hengshan sect surrendered, Huashan Yuebuqun alone would not be able to cause much trouble.
As for Hengshan, they were ignored by them. They were just a group of women. In this world where men were in power, their opinions were not important.
"Senior brother is right. If Liu Zhengfeng doesn't surrender, we won't be able to blame him."
Zuo Lengchan pondered for a moment and said solemnly: "You can bring more disciples this time, and you can't make any mistakes. As long as the Hengshan sect surrenders, the implementation of the subsequent plan will be much easier. Even if Yue Buqun is more scheming, With the union of our four factions, what use can it be!"
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