The Yellow River is surging.
In a small teahouse along the Yellow River, a woman in green clothes put down her sword, took off her bamboo hat and placed it on the greasy table.
"Shopkeeper, bring me a bowl of tea."
"May I ask this guest what kind of tea he wants?" the waiter asked casually. Then he caught a glimpse of the woman's face under the bamboo hat and couldn't help being surprised: "What..."
"Chrysanthemum tea." He Ping said quietly, "Please call me Lao Li."
The waiter in coarse white clothes looked at He Ping carefully and poured her a bowl of yellow chrysanthemum tea. At the same time, he looked at the woman in green clothes who sat down: "Master Li, he is over there, why don't you come over?"
He Ping shook her head quietly, picked up the tea bowl and smelled the aroma, then took a sip.
Put down the bowl.
"Just here."
The waiter nodded.
"OK."
Not long after, an old man with a stooped head and a white turban came out of the tea stall. He saw He Ping drinking tea in the most conspicuous place. He couldn't help but sigh, and went up and sat down on He Ping's bed. opposite.
"Why are you, my aunt, here at this time?"
"Can't I come?" He Ping asked quietly.
She was still drinking chrysanthemum tea from the bowl.
"I heard that Ning Huan is going to Luo City. Why are you here at this juncture?" the old man said with a sigh.
"I was kicked out." He Ping said quietly.
"Who dares to chase you away!" The old man slapped his thigh, not believing it at all.
"It's true." He Ping said lightly: "He thinks I'm old."
He Ping is only twenty-nine, not even middle-aged, let alone old.
But of course the old man understood who He Ping was talking about.
"He wants to support this stall in Luocheng alone?" The old man looked at He Ping and said in disbelief.
"That's what he thinks." He Ping said quietly.
"Do you believe him?" the old man continued.
"If I didn't believe it, I wouldn't have come out." He Ping looked back at Huang He: "I have met Shang Li, but I have not met Ning Huan."
The Yellow River rolls eastward, and the sky is high tomorrow, which is particularly dazzling.
"I know how strong Shang Li is, so I can imagine how strong Ning Huan is now."
"If you weren't in Luo City, Luo City would probably be turned upside down by now." The old man sighed and said.
"Yeah." He Ping said simply.
"Aren't you worried?" The old man looked at He Ping and said.
He Ping was just drinking tea: “If I was worried I wouldn’t be here.”
"In short, it's enough that he won't die."
"If I were in Los Angeles, I wouldn't be able to stand a lot of things."
“Out of sight, out of sight.”
"Besides, I want to see it too."
He Ping said this and looked at the old man in front of her: "How far has he grown?"
"So you think he has grown up enough to arm-wrestle with Ning Huan?" The old man looked at He Ping as if he were a madman.
"Others can't, but he can." He Ping said.
"do you know?"
"Actually, I have never crossed paths with him once."
"Ever since we were little, we have never crossed hands once."
"But I always believe that if we really fight to the death."
"Then the person who survives in the end must be him."
The old man listened to He Ping's words and shook his head: "This is impossible."
"You never lose."
He Ping lowered her head and smiled: "Yes, I have never lost."
“But he’s watched me fight too many times.”
"My fighting method and fighting style have no secrets in his eyes."
"I've never hidden anything from him."
"He said that when he looked at me before, he felt that I was unfathomable and could not see my so-called limits."
"But now, he says he saw it."
"And tell me."
"It's not that he has become stronger, but that I have become weaker."
"As much as I hate to admit it."
"But he's right."
"I am indeed not as strong as I was when I was at my strongest."
"I've never lost before."
"But that doesn't mean I won't lose in the future."
"Especially if the opponent is him."
The old man listened to He Ping's words and finally sighed deeply: "I don't think that child will take action against you."
"I don't think so either." He Ping smiled.
"But I hope." He Ping looked into the eyes of the old man in front of her as she said this.
"If one day I am forced to do something to him, with the goal of killing him."
"Then I hope that the last person to survive will be him."
This woman's expression was bright and calm, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.
The old man didn't want to continue this topic.
He looked at the long river behind He Ping.
"Do you think he can beat Ning Huan?"
"I don't know." He Ping said.
"If he can beat you, then he can beat Ning Huan." The old man said.
He Ping lowered her head and smiled: "Why do you always think so highly of me?"
The old man really didn't smile: "Because I know what battles you have gone through, and I also know that you have gone through those battles, and you have never lost in the last time, not even once."
"This is enough."
He Ping turned her head and said with a smile: "Maybe it's my luck?"
"A person cannot always be lucky." The old man said quietly: "Although I know that you are really going to die, before you die, you are the most terrifying killer in the world, bar none."
"I might live a little longer." He Ping replied calmly: "And I really don't want to lose once, to prove you are wrong."
"If you can win, try your best to win."
"You won't be happy if you lose, and you'll die if you lose. You won't be able to do many things you want to do."
"Also, I believe that he can't kill Ning Huan now. His martial arts are very..." He Ping paused after saying this. She didn't know how to describe it for a moment: "Very thief? Or very shameless?" ?Or maybe it’s very mushroomy?”
"In short, his martial arts are different from the martial arts we are familiar with."
"He can beat me because he is so familiar with me, so even if I am better than him, he can still beat me."
"But for Ning Huan, who he is not familiar with, even if he can really kill Ning Huan, he will not take action."
The old man listened to He Ping's careful description and sighed: "You two really understand each other best in the world."
"After all, we have been together for a long time." He Ping said with a smile.
"Ning Huan is coming to Luo City, right?" He Ping looked at the old man, but she didn't smile this time.
"Actually, we've arrived." The old man looked at He Ping and said.
"So fast." He Ping couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Yes, after all, he is Ning Huan." The old man said.
"Ning Huan stopped the Shaolin Temple's Little Vajra Demon Subduing Formation on the long street. After breaking the formation, he continuously wounded Hei Wu, the protector of Luo Jiao, and the little girl Duan Wu from your inn. Finally, he took Ning Xia to Red Sleeve Moves in Luo City."
"Fang Don't take action."
The old man looked at He Ping and said.
He Ping lowered her head and sighed: "No wonder he had to drive me out."
