Then Zhang Ping went on to say, "If you come out of the hole to your opponent, of course, you can forgive others and forgive others. Otherwise, how can you forgive others?"
At this time, the old man suddenly said, "There are three martial arts people in Putian who I can’t understand, but now there are two."
Zhang Ping smiled and said, "It’s time to say goodbye again. I hope we can meet again like this, otherwise we might as well not see each other."
Li Xunhuan laughed and said, "It’s time to say goodbye again."
As soon as the old man picked up his thumb, he said, "Just leave when you say it. That’s a man!"
Zhang Ping and Li Xunhuan really said that they would leave without looking back. What if the figure disappeared in the distance in a short time? No one knows to be continued.
Chapter two hundred and fifty-three Friends
There is never a lack of fighting in Wulin. Fighting is naturally about bleeding. If people don’t want to die, they naturally want to see a doctor. Mr. Mei Er’s medical skills are natural, and people in Wulin are in constant stream.
Today, however, the master is not looking for a doctor but looking for someone.
"Zhang Daochang, although this picture of desert sandstorm is a few strokes, it outlines the desolate situation of desert sandstorm. It is really unparalleled in ancient and modern times."
Faced with Mr. Mei Da’s compliment, Zhang Ping smiled and said instead, "I was lucky to see the mirage in the desert. If I can reproduce this scene one day, it will be a real desert sandstorm map."
On hearing Zhang Ping’s remarks, Mr. Mei Da immediately said anxiously, "Then please ask Mr. Zhang Daochang to tell Zailing to have a sneak peek."
Then Mei Da suddenly shouted: "Ride a crane to prepare food and wine. When Zhang Daochang is tired after painting, he will go to see his second child for thirty-seven years, and Xifeng will come out again."
Just then, an impatient woman suddenly came in. "The blue scorpion has something urgent to ask for the purple blood Taoist priest, and he also asked the Taoist priest to show up."
At this time, Zhang Ping said to Mr. Mei Da, "Thank you for your hospitality these days, but I’m afraid I have to leave today."
At this time, Mr. Mei Da quickly took Zhang Ping and said, "Zhang Daochang must be so anxious. Please hover for two more days. There are still many wine chefs who haven’t tasted and drunk before leaving."
Zhang Ping shook his head and said, "Mr. Mei Da can rest assured that if there is anything new in the future, I will definitely inform Mr. Mei Da to leave."
I got Zhang Ping’s promise, and Mr. Mei Da was reluctant to let Zhang Ping go.
Zhang Ping, outside Meijia Manor, asked Blue Scorpion, who had been waiting here for a long time, "You must be crying for me in such a hurry."
The blue scorpion replied, "Yes, and catching others is …"
Before the words were finished, Zhang Ping raised a left hand and interrupted her. Then Zhang Ping simply said two words: "Lead the way."
After autumn finally sank into the mountain, Zhang Ping and Blue Scorpion walked along the current, but suddenly they found that the extremely clear spring water was slightly red at the moment.
Then Zhang Ping suddenly saw a man far away. At this time, Li Xunhuan Li Xunhuan raised his head and strode to the end of the spring. He saw a wisp of flying spring hanging upside down from the top of the mountain, and the dragon was hanging alone in this flying spring. This man was hanging in two or three places above the ground, and the spring was pouring down dozens of times, but the water power was the fiercest, but he failed to rush to this man. This man was dressed as if he were wearing a black dress and hung there motionless.
Li Xunhuan lost his way "Guo Songyang … Guo Xiong …"
His figure has been swept by the roaring, and he feels that the mist is misty and cold in front of him, but others have already got into the flying spring and grabbed the hand. Li Xunhuan is not mistaken. This man is indeed Guo Songyang hanging in the flying spring.
He was cold and warm, but he still clung to the hilt in one hand and refused to let go of his famous Songyang iron sword. It was obvious that he tried his best to insert the sword into the rock and hang his own people before he died. What did he do?
Li Xunhuan just laid his body flat on a stone beside the spring.
Zhang Ping and Blue Scorpion arrived almost at the same time. After glancing at the body, Zhang Ping asked Li Xunhuan, "Do you know he is here?"
Li Xunhuan nodded.
Zhang Ping asked again, "It seems that he has a lot to say to you."
Li Xunhuan silently replied: "I already know these words."
Zhang Ping shook his head and said, "In fact, you don’t have to look at his wounds anymore."
Li Xunhuan looked at Zhang Ping for silence.
Zhang Pingkou said, "If Guan jin hong and Jing Ming can’t even see through this trick, they can’t leave Changting alive that day."
Li Xunhuan sighed and said slowly, "Songyang Iron Sword has enjoyed a good reputation in Wulin for 20 years. As far as single sword technique is concerned, it can be regarded as one of the best masters today. If he hadn’t told me these words, how could he have exposed 26 flaws in a fight and been stabbed 26 times by the other side?"
Zhang Ping nodded at this time and said, "Although he has done all the work, he has to say that he is a swordsman and a good friend."
Li Xunhuan shook his head and said slowly, "I’d rather we were not friends."
At this time, Blue Scorpion suddenly said, "I have always been indifferent to a few people crying in Iraq, but today Songyang Iron Sword is really with me."
A little girl from Li Xunhuan also said, "Now I know that there are good people in this world after all, and there are indeed friends who value life and death."
At the foot of the mountain village, a green cloth wine flag is raised high. The name of the wine shop is elegant. There are seven words: parking drunk and loving Fenglin night.
Li Xunhuan rummages here for a hoe. Zhang Ping’s kung fu doesn’t need a hoe to dig a hole, but Li Xunhuan does.
Zhang Ping didn’t help because he knew that Li Xunhuan would never ask him for help.
The night is autumn and the night is deep.
Li Xunhuan’s heart is as heavy as his footsteps, and Guo Songyang has finally buried this iron sword in Songyang, which is just like many ordinary people, but a cup of loess.
Zhang Pingze spilled a glass of wine and followed the blue scorpion away.
"Aren’t you afraid that jin hong and Jing will come back and kill Li Xunhuan when you leave?" Blue scorpion asked Zhang Ping on the road.
Zhang Ping replied with a smile: "Guan jin hong and Jing Ming will never dare to come back, because once I have seen Bai Guan jin hong, like the old man in the secret, who has put the victory or defeat above life and death."
The blue scorpion suddenly giggled and said, "So you don’t value winning or losing?"
Zhang Pingze sneered at the corner of his mouth and then said, "If the cat was defeated by the old man and the official jin hong, they would die and I would flee. This is the reason why no one dared to come to Xingyun Village for revenge in the past two years, because I wanted to leave and no one could keep me."
At this time, the blue scorpion suddenly said seriously, "Do you know who you are going to deal with to save Iraq from crying this time?"
Zhang Ping smiled and said, "Who is this man? I have some guesses, but for me, I don’t want to know and I don’t need to know that the less a person knows, the happier he is, right? "
Zhang Ping applauded at this time: "Li Xiong’s talent can’t win the top prize. That bad king in Beijing should really be caught and hit the top 30 in the ass."