These amazing and frightening hands were finally slowly retracted under the blue scorpion’s gaze. He leaned out quickly but retracted slowly.
Blue scorpion head cold sweat kept flowing to a grain bigger than a grain … She was trembling all over and suddenly cried, "Don’t you continue to sell? Why don’t you come and kill me? "
Zhang Ping said slowly, "Even if you practice martial arts for another ten years, you can never be my opponent. Are you willing to come to Iraq and cry for revenge? Finally, you still have the true feelings. You are naturally very painful when he dies … very painful …"
Zhang Ping slowly raised his hands, which are really beautiful and absolutely terrible. Like many beautiful things, they often bring death and destruction.
Zhang Ping continued mumbling: "I stayed in the desert for two years and finally got this trick. It’s a pity that today I’m not prepared to kill people with it."
Zhang Ping’s figure slowly walked back to the small inn, where the table, the chair and the pot of old wine were still a lonely figure, drinking the muddy old wine alone.
However, the figure of the blue scorpion appeared again in the inn at this time, washing away all the lead and being dull. At this time, the blue scorpion silently went to sit opposite Zhang Ping and said slowly, "Can I tell a story?"
Zhang Ping gulped down the turbid wine in the cup and spit out a word: "Say".
"It was very white in Yun Lan in the western regions. At that time, I was an ordinary younger brother who taught flying scorpions in the western regions. Every day, I was worried about practicing martial arts or frolicking with my sisters.
Until one day, our sworn enemy, Zoroastrianism, suddenly launched a sneak attack on our Flying Scorpion Sect, and died on the spot because the leader and several elders were defeated by their opponents one by one because of negligence.
Then the fire in Scorpion Mountain burned for a day and a night. In the fire, my sisters shouted, panicked and screamed, and those animals laughed with pride.
At that time, I rushed out of the back hill after several senior sisters protected Yi Cai, but suddenly I met the Zoroastrianism elders. Several senior sisters and I were defeated and captured without a few moves.
Just when several senior sisters and I were about to be insulted by those animals, an angel sent by a true god to save us appeared. He was not tall and dressed differently from our western regions, but none of those Zoroastrian animals could resist him. "
Looking at a face of memories and longing, Zhang Ping suddenly interrupted her and said, "If I expected it to be good, your martial arts should be taught by Yi Ai, but if Yi Ai doesn’t have a green magic hand, you must be no match for him."
Then Zhang Ping stood up slowly and said to the shopkeeper, "I’m leaving you on a fat day, so please go as soon as possible."
With that, Zhang Ping went to the shabby house where he had lived for more than a year, regardless of the direction.
Seeing this, Blue Scorpion suddenly threw himself on his knees behind Zhang Ping and said, "Please help Yi and cry. No one in this Wulin can save him except you. I can’t live without him …"
Zhang Ping said slowly to himself, "There is no reason to love or hate Jianghu in this world, so you’d better go."
Then Zhang Ping’s figure suddenly teleported forward for a long distance, and then the little door suddenly got together one by one. When the blue scorpion rushed to the door, he suddenly felt an avalanche of force coming from the door
Flying out of the blue scorpion, I spit out a big mouthful of blood again. The candle is half red and half pale, and my face looks rare and desolate.
The desert climate is very different from the original climate. In the daytime, the scorching sun seems to cook everything, but in the evening, it seems like late autumn, there are bleak cold winds hanging.
The integrity of this inn is really open to question except for Zhang Pingfang. As night falls, cold winds keep pouring in and being repeatedly injured by Zhang Pingli’s earthquake. At this time, the blue scorpion is doing its best to keep out the cold, but it is not necessary for Zhang Pingfang to come out. The blue scorpion is extinct and refuses to leave.
The night was long and flickering, and the candlelight poured into the cold wind from time to time, shivering, and the blue scorpion spent the cold night together.
In the morning, the desert has a special smell. Occasionally, a grass crystal dew has not been melted by the hot sun, as if this dead desert had brought a little life.
At this time, Zhang Ping, a temporary new purple cassock, slowly pushed the door and walked out.
Facing the blue scorpion’s praying eyes and lovely expression, Zhang Ping shook his head, and then walked towards the inn like a ghost.
At this time, the blue scorpion is trying to catch up with Zhang Ping. Unfortunately, it seems that she will always have a distance of ten feet if she tries her best to speed up and walk around Zhang Ping.
How far is it? Maybe it’s five or six steps for children, maybe three or two steps for ordinary people, maybe it’s the shallowest distance for practicing. However, this distance is the distance between life and death for blue scorpions.
As the sun gradually climbs to the heights, the glittering sand grains in the Gobi desert become hot, blowing warm air from time to time, rolling up a few dried sand grains and hitting the bare skin makes people feel intense burning and sad.
At this time, two figures suddenly appeared in the desolate desert, one walking and the other running strangely, and the woman was running behind, but she couldn’t catch up with the front and walked slowly in the footsteps of the man.
The sun is getting higher and higher in the sky, and the burning sensation in the air is getting stronger and stronger. The woman’s face is also sweating more and more, and her steps are getting slower and slower, but she has never stopped for half a minute.
However, the strength of human against nature is to wait for a difficult and dazzling sunshine. At this time, the blue scorpion could not support it. Finally, it could not help but fall to the ground and fainted.
Zhang Ping sighed, then shook her head and swept to the blue scorpion. She injected a Taoist qi into the back of her heart. When the blue scorpion woke up, she said, "I don’t know if Yi is lucky to cry or you are unlucky to have the opportunity in the future, but it all depends on fate. Don’t take care of yourself."
The flying dust concealed Zhang Ping’s figure, drowned Zhang Ping’s trace, left a dilapidated inn and counted gold, saying that it was to be continued.
Chapter two hundred and forty-seven The store is full of geeks.
At the end of Baoding City Street, there is a huge house, which seems to be as close to withering as the yellow leaves.
Killing and death is often a prelude to withering and destruction. Today, if you walk through the three characters of Xingyunzhuang, you can still smell a faint smell. This is blood and sticky blood.
It’s almost more than a year since those two spring-painted doors passed, and the spring paint has already peeled off the copper ring, and the high wall has been rusted for a long time. It’s only in early autumn and late summer that people occasionally whisper autumn insects, but it highlights the loneliness of this house.
A seven-scholar, three-father, and even one of them, a stunning and peerless chivalrous man, had many sensational Wulin events just two years ago, and I don’t know how many all-powerful Jianghu experts died here.
Since then, this house has suddenly become silent, and its two generations of owners have suddenly become overwhelmed with news, so there is a terrible saying in the Jianghu that this place is a haunted house! Now there are no more laughter and noise during the day, and there are no more brilliant lights at night. There is a solitary light in the back garden building, which doesn’t go out all night. It seems that someone is waiting day and night in the building, but no one knows what she is waiting for.
But no matter how humble and dark the place is, there are people living silently, perhaps because they have nowhere else to go, perhaps because they are tired of life and prefer to hide in such a place and be forgotten by the world.
There is a chicken feather shop in the alley, which sells some coarse food in front and three or five humble rooms in the back. Sun Tuo, the owner, is a crippled dwarf. Although he knows that there will never be any noble customers in this alley, he would rather wait here for some humble passers-by to come in for accommodation at a low price. He would rather live his humble life here than go out and listen to people laugh because he has learned how to get peace of mind by talking about how much wealth.
Of course, he is lonely. More than a year ago, a different guest came to this shop. In fact, he didn’t wear anything luxurious, nor did he look special.
Although he is tall and handsome, he looks very emaciated. He is sick all the year round and bends down to cough from time to time. He is really an ordinary person.
When he came for the first time, he chose a table in the corner and asked for a dish of dried beans, a dish of beef, two steamed buns and seven pots of wine.
For nearly two years, the same table, the same wine, the same food, two years on how wonderful things have been repeated for nearly 700 days, and nightclubs have become boring, but he has not.
It’s always cold and tight in the morning, but it’s always a good time for grinding bean curd. Life in the millstone is scattered to the earth.
The man in the corner has become a friend of Sun Tuo. It’s very simple and common. Sometimes it’s most reliable to have such simple friends.
The sun shone on the earth, and the man slowly woke up from the table. Then he took out a knife and carved a piece of wood slowly.
Others have been drunk for a long time, but his hands are still steady, like mountains that will never move. They are pale and vicissitudes, and terrible hands.
As soon as he carved it, he saw two men riding horses coming around from the front. There were not many riders in the alley, and Sun Tuo couldn’t help but look at it more.
I saw that both of them were wearing apricot gowns, one with heavy eyebrows in front and one with an eagle nose in the back, and both of them had short beards. They both looked more than thirty years old.
The two men are not outstanding in appearance, but they are dazzling in apricot gowns. Neither of them pays attention to Sun Tuo, but they look up from time to time to visit the high wall.
Sun Tuo continued to waste his tofu. He knew that these two people would never be his customers. When they saw them walking through the alley, they really went around to the front again, but it wasn’t long before they came back from the other end.
In Sun Tuo’s surprised eyes, they got off the horse outside Sun Tuo’s shop.