On the top of the osmanthus island, the ancestral old laurel tree, Chen Pingan stood in the shade of the summer, and had to remember the old banyan tree in his hometown. It was just that the laurel leaves were covered, but the old banyan tree was no longer there. I will smile, and I will remember the picture of the little girl playing with the lychee. The bottle of Li Bao is cute, and I am not afraid of it. I am not worried about the old dragon city Fan II. I can pass every day. Very beautiful, will make Chen Pingan envious, I hope that one day they can become such a person, do not know if this is not the so-called sages in the book of sages?

In addition to Chen Ping'an, the ferry passengers standing under the old laurel trees are all spectators who come here, pointing at the old tree, and some women picking the position to stand, so that several special candidates are here. The osmanthus island painter, who painted for them, and a family of three, wanted the Danqing master's temperament painter to help them draw a family portrait and keep it as a memorial.

Fan Er had previously reminded Chen Ping on the carriage that he could go from Laolong City to the guests who hang up the mountain to do business. The realm is high and low, and the origin is good or bad, but one thing is common. That is, these people are not good at If you turn around and bend, anyone can move one or two Tongtian characters or Xianjiahao valve. Because Fanjia has a few wealthy guests in Guihua Island, many wealthy guests will also rely on Guihua Island to carry goods. This group of people, without background and financial resources, may even be richer than Fan, but only lacking. A cross-country ferry boat with a chance to get along, and a mature and stable route.

Chen Pingan is not a person who likes to make troubles, so Fan Er’s reminder is a icing on the cake.

When Chen Pingan stood quietly in the distance, after waiting for a middle-aged painter to stop delivering the picture, Chen Pingcai went forward and passed by the woman who was happily holding the picture. He blinked. The picture of a woman practicing the spirits is vivid, not the kind of painted door **** on the door of the hometown. On the picture, the women’s clothes and the blue silk are slowly floating, and the leaves of a tree are as swaying, but Chen Peaceful eyesight, found that the woman's true content and the scroll, slightly in and out, seems to give the painter a few points to add color, Chen Pingan sighs, compared to the previous monument on the barge, each has its own merits.

The middle-aged painter saw the young man with a sword and shook his wrist. Behind him, there was a small osmanthus flower holding a small case with four treasures of the study.

The painter smiled and asked: "The son still has to paint. Our Guihua Island is a cross-continental tour. Before reaching the overhanging mountain, there will be ten scenes along the way. Every place is a unique beauty in the world. The ancestral ancestral laurel tree is stained with the light of Xiangui. The paintings of our paintings will have a faint aroma, which can be preserved for a hundred years without fading, and can be destroyed by insect ants. It will never let the son down."

Before Chen Ping’s departure, he had already picked up the Guike wooden sign and nodded and smiled: "I want to draw three pieces, dare to ask Mr. How much does it cost?"

The middle-aged painter stunned. I don’t know if the sandals and teenagers in front of the eyes are the grandsons of the real people who are not exposed, or the wealthy children who don’t care about the world. The average person draws a picture at most, and there will be three more in one breath, but who It’s not too much to make more money. The painter smiled and said: “A picture of 30 pieces of snowflake money. If the son has three pieces, it can be cheaper and only collects twenty-five pieces.”

The osmanthus fraternity, which is far less inferior to the genus of the Guifei Xiaoyuan, is laughing, softly adding, "If the son holds a special wooden card of Guihua Island, he can also discount it."

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "No, I am just an ordinary guest."

Chen Pingan took out twenty-five pieces of snowflake money. According to the requirements of Guihua Xiaoniang, she could put it on the small case she was holding. The Fan family painter did not. Then the middle-aged painter let Chen Ping stand under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, change several positions in succession, and finally pick the best place in the scene. Chen Pingan stands alone under the tree, facing the artist's review, obviously some restraint, in the painter After comforting a few words, I relaxed a little, my limbs were no longer so stiff, but I still had some squinting faces. The painter didn't dare to gesticulate too much. I thought that when I was down, I would spend more time thinking about it.

The sweet-scented osmanthus can not help but smile. Such a sly guest is rare in the osmanthus island where the gods gather. Once some daring men and women, they still have to stand on the ancestral laurel tree. The artist simply came to a picture of ascending the distance, and the woman asked if she could fold it in her hand, of course not.

The middle-aged painter picked up the pen and gently swung his sleeves. The rare rice paper from the Qing Dynasty slipped from the small case and slowly flew to him. He hovered, just like resting on a flat painting. on. The painter is not eager to drop the pen on the paper, but begins to brew emotions, writes into the wood for three points, makes figure paintings, and also draws a spirit of spirit.

After the artist took a hand, he held a pen and stared at the young boy under the tree. He was carrying a sword, his fists clenched, and he was placed on both sides of his body. His eyes were bright and his skin was black. He wore an unusual pair of sandals and was plain. It’s a bit shabby, but it’s clean and doesn’t give you a sense of sorrow. Compared with the young man in the south, the height is only a little shorter. It may be more youthful in the northern part of Baojuan.

However, the painter who is skilled in painting is surprised to find that he can't grasp the essence of the young man in front of him. It is not that the boy is not, but the painter cannot be sure. He always feels that no matter how he writes, it is difficult to draw a "very like". The realm of the artist, the painter does not want to be exposed, so as not to let the cooked duck fly away, twenty-five snowflake money, he can draw five, but not a small number.

The middle-aged painter had to bite the scalp and pretend to start painting.

The first portrait of a teenager can only be said to be quite similar. It is said that he is a practicing gentleman. It is the ordinary court painter of the Yamashita dynasty. He can do it. The painter himself is extremely dissatisfied, but he can’t say it.

After the painting, the artist took a break. The teenager also took off the waist jug and drank the wine. After drinking, he relaxed more and more. The teenager turned his head and looked at the land in the north. He smiled more on his face. I thought, I thought about what a beautiful person or thing. After the teenager took back the line of sight, his arms were around his chest, his chest was lifted, and his smile was bright.

The painter unintentionally saw this scene, and the aura was revealed.

Therefore, the second painting was obviously a little more aura, and the complex emotion that the young lang left the country for thousands of miles was slowly flowing out in the pen of the painter.

The middle-aged painter rested, the teenager drank again, and then he lost his smile, no longer clasped his hands around his chest, and it seemed that he did not want the wine gourd in his waist to appear in the painting, hidden behind him, but the youngster’s invisible momentum More stable, more like an adult who is far away from home and can take care of himself.

The third painting, the artist is also quite satisfied.

Osmanthus fragrans has been familiar with the road and added the three scrolls to the white jade painting axis. He ran in Chen Ping's road. After seeing the three paintings, he looked very happy and there was no objection. The paintings were given to the youngsters. The middle-aged painter was a bit embarrassed. "I hope the son can be satisfied."

Chen Pingan holds the three-axis scroll with both hands and smiles brightly: "Very good! Thank you!"

The middle-aged painter relieved and said with a smile: "If the son wants to paint, he can make an appointment with me. After Guihua Island Jiujing, I will definitely paint on time, and the price will be 10% off for the son. My name is Su Yuting, and the son only needs to go with the ferry. Anyone who has a sweet-scented osmanthus will ask me and I will find me."

Chen Ping nodded and left.

In fact, Chen Pingan did not mean to say that after the nine scenic spots on the sea, the chances were not great. According to Zheng Dafeng, he did not stop his stance, and Chen Pingan liked to ask for his temper. After that, he was unlikely to leave the Guimai small courtyard. Half step.

Back to the house of the Guifei small courtyard, Chen Pingan began to write a letter, or write a straightforward and serious, full of craftsmanship, not to mention that compared with the disciple Cui Dongshan, I am afraid that even Li Bao bottle is far away. Can't compare.

Before the old Dragon City dust pharmacy, Chen Pingyuan wanted to send a letter to the Cliff College and his hometown Longquan, but he was afraid of the cross-section. After all, the old dragon city surnamed, did not dare to act rashly. After knowing the Xianjiatun station on the Fanjia Guihua Island with Feijian’s communication, I thought about taking the boat and saying that it happened to be a coincidence. I painted three portraits, one with a letter to Li Bao, and one for a book. Going to Longquan, I will let the two little guys of Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink dress help him to go to the grave of the mother to burn the picture, so that the girl knows that she is doing very well now, so Chen Ping was then Under the laurel tree, you will hide the sword, but you can't let the mother know that he is already a small drunkard.

After writing two letters and taking two pictures, Chen Pingan left the yard again and went to Xianjiatun Station. This time, Chen Pinghai met the osmanthus Xiaoniang Jinsu outside the door. Although Chen Ping insisted on sending her letter to the station, Jin Su also insisted on leading the way, saying that although she did not live in the Guimai small courtyard, she was still the prostitute of the small courtyard. If Chen Pinglian has to deal with this kind of thing alone, she will be punished by Gui Gui and Fan Jia. Chen Pingan has no choice but to let her follow. Fortunately, after she arrived at the station, Jin Su was silent and did not intervene. Even if Chen Ping still put away the Guike wooden sign, the snowflake money was delivered as an ordinary guest, and the woman only did not see it at all.

Jin Su sent Chen Pingan back to the entrance of the small courtyard and stopped to leave. Returning to the residence, Gui Yan was in a small quiet courtyard, and they lived in one place.

Even the old man of Guihua Island is not clear. Jin Su is the only disciple of this woman.

Jin Su sits opposite the woman, and the woman smiles and asks: "Why, what is the matter? Is it related to the boy?"

Even if the natural temperament of the golden sage is facing the teacher, there is not much smile. "It's a bit strange."

Gui Yan smiled and said: "You are still only in the hustle and bustle of Guihua Island, and follow the ferry to go back and forth at sea. In fact, there are very few opportunities to deal with people. I think the boy is strange and normal."

The golden millet reveals a smug girl's look, and swears: "I also disembarked to go to the inner city and saw many old dragons in the old city."

The woman laughed awkwardly. "And then I fell in love with Sun Jiashu at first sight. I even refused to accept the good intentions of Min Nanhua without any sympathy. You know, Fan Jia hopes that you will go closer to Minnan Hua, but Fan. It’s a businessman, but the family style has always been good. Even if you don’t understand things, you’re almost in a hurry. You still don’t want to be strong. Try another old Longcheng name. You’re going to suffer too much.”

Jin Su’s eyes are sharp, “Fan’s family is not thin, I will naturally repay in the future, but if I dare to force people on such things, I...”

After waiting for the woman to finish, the woman leaned forward and reached for a shot on the forehead of the disciple. She laughed and said: "Let’s say something useless, a squatting squat in the five-story Dongfu martial arts. What is it? Can't practice genius? Just say talent, you are similar to Fan Xiaozi, it is amazing in Old Dragon City, but in the whole Baoliangzhou, even if it is not the most top-notch, if it is rested in the whole world..."

Speaking of this, the woman sighed and charged a disciple of "satisfied" disciple, how difficult it is, and it is even more difficult for the disciples to break through the road and step into the sky. Therefore, the real top fairy family, the collection of disciples, has always been the top priority, second only to her own sermons, she knows two celestial celestial beings and a jade monk in order to test a future disciple. The heart, the least time-consuming ten years, the longest for a hundred years, and everything is ready, will accept the disciples of the disciples.

The young woman who is in a good mood does not endlessly. Anyway, there are no outsiders here. She got up and moved to a position, sitting next to the woman, holding the arm of the cinnamon, and spoiled: "Jin Su is not a good master."

Gui Yan pointed the woman with a finger and joked: "You have a good master, but I have a lame apprentice who does not worry."

The young woman hugged the woman's arm and leaned her head against the woman's shoulder. He whispered, "Master, do you say that Sun Jiashu likes me?"

Gui Yan did not answer the question, but ridiculed, "Spring has gone, Spring is still there."

Jin Su is full of shyness and complains: "Master!"

The woman turned her head and stared at the disciple's face, and smiled and said: "How can a man not like such a handsome girl?"

Jin Su is full of joy.

However, the woman immediately sighed: "But have you ever thought that Sun Jiashu is not only an outstanding man, but also a grandson of the old dragon city, a man who is ambitious to become the grandson of Sun Jiaxing, and is also a merchant. High-minded disciples. Even if you both finally get rid of all the hardships, you will eventually come together. Once married as a merchant woman, your path of practice will be difficult."

The young woman looks stunned.

The woman touched the soft blue silk of Jin Su. "The scenery of the avenue is infinitely good, but walking is not easy. Everything is chosen, and it is practice. Life is alive. This is a bitterness."

The woman suddenly smiled: "Master does not understand, why do you not see Fan Xiaozi? How good is a child, if you can really like him, even if Master does not fight his face, it will cost the millennium incense of Fan. And also promote a marriage between the two of you."

Jin Su slammed, and quickly sat down straight, "Master, don't mess with the spectrum, that Fan Xiaozi is stupid, there is no sense of arrogance or arrogance, all day long, I want to look at him like this. Little kid, that’s the real ghost.”

The woman smiled and shook her head.

Jin Su whispered: "Master, you are a friend of Fan Er, who is boring, like a raft, and what you say and say is a one-on-one look. This kind of person, even if the family is good, let Fan Jialong treat it again. Future achievements must not be higher."

The woman thinks a little about it, neither agrees nor denies it.

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After Chen Ping returned to the yard, he would no longer have to worry about his work, and began to practice six steps in the yard.

Jin Dan's old sword repair can actually observe the young man's practice boxing without leaving the house, but the old man still pushes the door out and watches the boxing piles brightly.

Chen Ping did not care about this, just silently practicing boxing.

Before taking the watering country ferry, Chen Ping’s walking and training was relatively slow. On the 200,000-mile road, and on the Yangzhitang ferry, Chen Ping’an was already in the middle of the road. The state of the threshold, so the punch is extremely fast, a total of 300,000 fists, as if a blink of an eye is completed.

Now completely break the bottleneck of the three borders and become the fourth place, Chen Pingan once again slowed down the punching speed.

The purely Wufu's three-dimensional refining is the refining, not the cultivation of the monks. It is to kill the three things of soul, jealousy and courage.

The old man Cui, who is in the mountains and bamboo towers, once said that Chen Pingan is the strongest of the three realms. As long as he succeeds in breaking the border, after the refining of the three realms, he will go straight and unimpeded.

Regarding the snoring of the fourth world today, Chen Pingan always feels a little vacant, unlike the first three worlds, step by step on the solid ground.

Therefore, Chen Pingan is still not deeply touched for the time being. I don’t know if my fourth environment is not solid enough.

The old man has suggested that the four-five-six Wufu three-story situation is best to find opportunities on the ancient battlefield sites, a lot of yin and wind, the yang to the hurricane, all kinds of complicated and confusing air, all It is a good thing that Wufu used to quench the soul and timidity. In the final analysis, it is still suffering from the word.

This is fighting with the sky.

The second best thing is to kill the battlefield and get in it. The more **** and deadly, the more you can realize that "the world is all enemies."

Secondly, it is the catching and killing on the rivers and lakes, and the masters of the rivers and lakes or the spirits of the five-level martial arts are used as sharpening stones.

And the sword-stricken Great Wall, Jianqi arbitrarily between the heavens and the earth, innately repels all the practicing qis outside the sword repair, not to mention the pure Wufu, I do not know how many martial arts are not good enough, or the guardian’s ability is not big enough, covet The realm climbed up and savage in the Great Wall of the Jianqi, so the old man would ask Chen Pingan to be in the fourth position before he set off to hung up the mountain, boarded the city, and then walked alive to the city of Jianhe Great Wall.

As for how long Chen Ping needs to be in the city for a long time, as for how to handle the size, try to climb a few more cities, the old man did not say a word, it should be that these are pure nonsense.

The old man's eyes are too high, and he has already reached the top of the world in a hundred years ago, so his eyes have always looked to the highest point in the world.

Therefore, many martial arts "Mingshi" have to repeat the words many times, and the old man did not say a word to Chen Pingan.

For example, the chance of a break between the three or four and seven or seven is not mentioned.

And the mystery of the most powerful people in every martial art, do not say.

The less the old man says, the higher the expectation.

What is the disciple I taught by my hands? Ten worlds are not enough to see!

You should go straight to the legendary Wu Shenjing!

I want to be my older Cui Laoer, and I think that Chen Ping’s peace is heaven!

But the world is so wonderful, Cui old man said very little, Chen Pingan will understand more.

Sun’s ancestral home’s two consecutive chances, Chen Ping’an was ignorant for the first time. He only felt that the punch was not so happy. After that, he knew the truth. Even if he stayed up all night, he finally waited for the opportunity to come. At that moment, Chen Pingan suddenly found out that he only felt that he had to fight again!

Then, without hesitation, the golden sea of ​​the golden air will be turned into the sky again.

One old and one small, not reasonable.

Jin Dan's sword repaired Ma Zhi, not surprising at first, but after watching the young boy punching for a long time, he finally saw the clue.

The old man shook his head and smiled. He only felt like a ghost.

A purely Wufu soul and daring, all have a prototype, only to fight. This means that from the fourth state to the sixth place, it will be very fast, and it can be called unimpeded. If you simply pursue the speed of martial arts climbing, you can completely scare others.

If you don't know in advance that the boy is just in the fourth place, the old man will not be so shocked. It is obvious that Mr. Zheng is arguing that the boy is just four.

Under the sun, how can there be such a arrogant fourth place?

This Fan Jiaqing guest found his own flying sword in the gas house, just want to move.

The old man actually had a glimpse of the idea of ​​juvenile swords.

Jin Danjian, who is practicing the ninth aspect of the martial arts, is serious about the sword of a fourth world?

The old man was full of guilt and felt that he was really old.

However, the old sword repair will soon be relieved, and the earth is big, and this one is hiding in the bottom of the old dragon city, and how many geniuses can you see in Jiuzhou?

The teenager who is practicing the boxing sword in front of him is just one of them.

The old man had a whimsy and smiled and asked: "Chen Ping, you should not want to be the strongest Wuwu Wufu under the sun?"

Chen Pingan just finished the six-step walk and returned. He turned his fist and kept saying: "It must be."

The old man only used this young lang who was able to use his relationship and exercise his own sword. He was born in Baopingzhou’s top-ranking ancestral gate, and his heart was high and far-reaching. He was not too awkward. The young and frivolous, not annoying.

The old man does not know.

The fists that the youngsters practiced before, such a shallow boxing pile, have been played hundreds of thousands of times.

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At dusk, the Guihua Island ferry that was previously covered by a huge island slowly set sail. If someone is in the head of the old dragon city and climbs high, they can see the huge figure of the ferry.

Of course, if you are on a lonely island, you will see it clearly.

For example, Sun Jiashu, the owner of Sun's family.

This time, leaving the old dragon city, Sun Jiashu did not let the family worship, because he was surrounded by a young wind sword garden, Liu Weiqiao.

The dusty servant rushed to the Liulong Bridge in the Old Dragon City. At this time, he was on the railing of the island viewing pavilion. Looking far away from Guihua Island, he was slightly tired and exhausted. The exhaustion was because the sword was going south, and it was inevitable that the heart and soul would be on the face. Falling down, it is a mixed feeling, like a sullen gas from the belly to the eyes of the blind, want to spit out, but afraid of hurting friends.

Sun Jiashu whispered: "Why don't you go to Guihua Island to explain?"

Even if Liu Xieqiao is a talented sword repairer, this road is so eager to leave the wind and thunder garden, the sword is so far away, still the lips are chapped, stretched out and wiped his head and shook his head: "I have the face to see Chen Pingan."

Sun Jiashu leaned against the pavilion and sat next to Liu Yuqiao. He smiled bitterly: "This time I can't help you."

Liu Yuqiao puts his hand on the air. The truth is that the peace is just a friend of Liu Weiqiao. It is not the friend of your Sun Jiashu. I didn’t think that Chen Ping’s possession of so many secrets, even your Sun Jiashu can’t avoid it. The money is moving, in fact, in the final analysis, it is my fault, or underestimate the skill of my friend, Sun Jiashu, you don't have to say that because I say so, it is more difficult, not needed, nor should it be."

Sun Jiashu’s arm rested on the railing, looking sideways, and the breeze blew his face. The handsome man was more and more ethereal and whispered. “It’s the reason, but things shouldn’t have become so bad, you’re not jealous. I don't mean to me. I will tell you reason at this time. You Liu Weiqiao is a person who doesn't like the truth. My grandson is clearer than anyone else. So I think you are the one who wants to break with me. ?"

Liu Yuqiao shook his head and said: "No. You think too much."

Liu Weiqiao turned his head and pulled his mouth and smiled. "Really."

Sun Jiashu smiled and said: "You have given me such a terrible time this time. Is it that I would like to express my heart to the moon?

Liu Yuqiao has continued to look into the distance, pouting, "sour, more sour than Chen Ping's pickles."

Sun Jiashu laughed, just sighing in his heart.

The two got up and returned to the old dragon city. Sun Jiashu took Liu Weiqiao to Sun's ancestral home.

The old ancestor of Yuan Ying, who is a generalist of the sea god, is very fond of Liu Qiqiao, the rising star of the wind thunder garden.

As a fairy, the old man is now hard to move chopsticks. Today, he is still sitting at a table with two young people. He ate the night and night, all the dishes that Liu Yiqiao loved.

Liu Yuqiao and Sun's ancestors sneaked in a war, with a virtue in the early years, boasting and touting, never knowing what it is, and uncovering it is unambiguous, and the old man is amused.

Liu Yuqiao also rushed back to Fenglei Park. After eating the meal, he directly hanged the old dragon and turned the clouds, and Yu Jian left.

Sun Jiashu was alone in the night, holding a fishing rod and fishing on the shore.

In the middle of the night, Sun Jiashu suddenly raised his head.

Liu Yuqiao’s Yu Jian fold returned here, and fell behind Sun Jiashu, kicking the Sun’s owner into the river.

After the wind thunder garden sword repair did not say a word, continue to Yu Jianbei.

Sun Jiashu fell ashore like a chicken, but he smiled happily.

Sun’s ancesm appeared in the side of Sun Jiashu’s body, and he said: “The friend Liu Yiqiao, in this life, whether it is the age of a child or a hundred years, can have a blessing, must be cherished.”

Sun Jiashu wiped his face and smiled: "I really know it today. My ancestors, can I be willful once and do something that Sun Jiashu wants to do, but as the owner of Sun?"

The old man did not hesitate, "Sun's ancestral ancestors, happy to see it."

Sun Jiashu suddenly went to the end of the old man, "Xie Laozu Zong Kaien!"

The old man smiled heartily: "Get up! It's not like it! Stinky boy, you are now the head of the family."

Sun Jiashu carried the fish carp and walked back to Sun's ancestral home. He left that night and went to the inner city Sunfu to handle the affairs.

A golden ancestral home of Sun’s ancestral home was enshrined. After Sun Jiashu’s departure, he found Sun’s ancestors and opened the door and smiled and said: “Sun’s family has this owner, and I would like to continue with Sun’s 100-year contract. ”

The old man laughed and promised to come down.

Finally, the old man came to the ancestral hall alone and silently ignited the three musk.

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Dust pharmacy.

Since Fan Er didn't have to go to the family ancestral hall to be punished, the teenager would come to Mr. Zheng to chat.

When the teenager came to the door, the man was kneeling on the counter, arranging a woman with a full-fledged shop and asking her the man who was a driver, working hard in the day, and having no strength when he came home at night. The woman has long been accustomed to the trick of the treasurer in the dust pharmacy. She smiled back and said that my bed was repaired several times by the carpenter.

Fan Er just heard this sentence, pretending that nothing was understood, the woman was a little shy, after all, talking to the treasurer in a random way, **** for tat, is a boring fun, in front of the average outsider, she really dare not be so bold. Zheng Dafeng did not want to let go of the woman. He said to Fan Er with a smile: "If you need to find a carpenter to repair your bed in the future, you can find this sister to introduce you to an acquaintance."

Fan Er sighed.

In the shop, the overwhelming crackdown sounded, and there was a threat to sew the shopkeeper's mouth with needlework, and there was a threat to give money and no longer cook. Zheng Dafeng only tickles, smiles and takes the teenager to the backyard. Before the two are seated, Fan Er has taken the initiative to help Zheng Dafeng to drum up the old cigarette rod. The latter spit out a cigarette ring, and thought that the boy finally got out of the old Dragon City, it is really refreshing.

Fan Er sat on the small bench and asked: "Mr. Zheng, you are married, you can't go?"

Zheng Dafeng didn't have a good air: "If the groom's officer in the bridal chamber night is me, go."

Fan Er whispered: "I heard that Wei Nanhua’s wife who has not yet passed the door is growing...not particularly good-looking."

Zheng Dafeng smiled and said: "The niece of Yunlin Jiang's is not good-looking? If you give me a wife, I can not go out of bed every day!"

Fan II is speechless.

Mr. Zheng Da is all good, that is, this talk is straight and straight, so that he can not afford to eat.

Just talking about chatting with people is still more interesting with Chen Pingan.

Zheng Dafeng suddenly asked: "Chen Pingan regards you as a friend?"

Fan Er nodded hard and said: "Yes, we are very good friends!"

Zheng Dafeng looked up and swallowed the clouds and played with the taste: "Stupid people have stupid blessings."

Fan Er rarely refuted the martial art realm and Tian Gao’s preacher. "Sir, don't say Chen Ping, he is not stupid, very clever, even I have to admire him for so many things. I feel that I can recognize Chen Pingan is my blessing."

Zheng Dafeng glanced at this stupid boy, "No wonder you can be friends."

Zheng Dafeng converges on his face, Shen Sheng said: "I just personally identified two things. Fan II, you listened well."

Fan Er immediately stood up and listened.

Zheng Dafeng stretched out a finger. "My brother, Li Er, was once the strongest Jiujing in the world, and I was Zheng Dafeng, who used to be the strongest. So Li Er gave birth to a pair of very promising children." I didn’t mention this, and I’m almost a little bit worse. I’m going to complete a feat of no one who has never come before, and then go straight into the ten realms. Then look back at Chen’s Wufu’s three realms. Two times attracted the vision of heaven and earth, and his current family, so there is a saying, yes, absolutely true!"

Fan Er’s eyes are full of curiosity.

Zheng Dafeng looks dignified. "As long as you become the strongest person in the whole world of a martial art, you can get a steady stream of blessings. Of course, if you think about it, you can’t do it. Still need to break the border, otherwise it is against the purpose of martial arts, but not good."

Fan Er carefully asked: "Sir, do you want to say that I am now the strongest in the world? But my sister said that my qualifications are average, very unscrupulous, is it because her eyes are not as good as Mr. Haha? Haha It’s no wonder that Mr. said that it’s no wonder that I and Chen Pingan have become good friends. It’s no wonder that we are the first and second Sanwu Wufu in the world...”

Zheng Dafeng did not hit a place, pointed to the door of the bamboo curtain, smiled and said: "Roll, go there and sit."

Fan Er quickly moved to the small bench and sat there, it seems that he wants to marry.

This has been with Chen Ping for a few days. It turned out to be a very clever kid, and suddenly it became so lacking.

Zheng Dafeng took a sip of dry smoke. "You can immediately break through the three realms. When you get to the fourth place, I intend to help you fight for the first-line opportunity. Although it is very embarrassing, my Zheng Dafeng is a good woman." Not too far from the long mirror of Li Ersong, I don’t believe that Laozi is going to be a serious one, and there is nothing that can’t be done!”

Fan Erzhen was born: "The strongest fourth world?"

Zheng Dafeng nodded. "I finally didn't give my mind to Chen."

Zheng Dafeng is full of face color, but his heart is actually stealing music. When you are in the heart of Guihua Island and Jianqi Great Wall, you will have to spend an ordinary Wufu without extravagance, but it is extremely dangerous for you. Guan Yu, the end of the result, even if it passed the level, but after all the hardships, the strongest four is the friend Fan 2 around you, not your kid, is this very interesting?

Having said that, a vast world, the arrogant son of the sky walking above the martial arts, a talented and not surprising Fan II is no match, Chen Pingan does not have to fight for the strongest.

At this time, Fan Er spent a long time, still could not help but said: "Sir, according to your statement, Chen Pingan is already the fourth realm. If I sneak up on this fourth territory, will there be a day? He bumped together? Sir, in fact, I used to practice martial arts, but I didn’t have the talent to practice the gentleman, so I wanted to reach the very high eighth. I could swim like a martial artist. What is the strongest, I don’t have much confidence, and I don’t want it...”

At the end of the day, the teenager bowed his head and did not dare to face Zheng Dafeng.

Zheng Dafeng was full of blood and ambition, so he gave a head of cold water to the top.

Fortunately, Zheng Dafeng's mental strength is far more than ordinary people, otherwise there will be no realm of today, only as a temporary intention, it is a boring thing.

Zheng Dafeng smiled. "Don't rush to deny. Wait until you are in the fourth world. If you change your mind, you can tell me."

Fan Er smiled: "Okay."

Zheng Dafeng waved his hand. "Hurry up, don't have any ambitions, and look annoyed."

The young man got up and put the bench back in place. When he walked to the door of the bamboo curtain, he turned his head and smiled. "It’s not like Mr., I like to enjoy it."

Zheng Dafeng turned a blind eye.

The teenager passed by the pharmacy in front of the business, and the young girls and the girls said goodbye to each other.

After crossing the dust pharmacy, Fan Er looked up and looked at the sky. I don't know when my sister came home. If this squat went to the north, she accidentally found him a brother-in-law who didn't like it. He had a headache. . My sister is good, my mother is good, my ancestors are good, the guest is dedicated to the good, Mr. Zheng is good, the friend I just met is also safe, but the brother-in-law is not good? Awkward.

The young man stunned his head and walked alone in the alley, squatting four people, and hitting Wang Baquan, the most powerful and domineering he felt.

Unfortunately, Chen Ping is not present, otherwise he must be willing to go down the drain.

The next time you meet, you must learn the heroes of the rivers and lakes with Chen Ping, and you will burn the yellow paper and call your brothers!

Fan Eryue wants to be more happy, and the punch is more and more like Wang Baquan. He still does not forget to give himself a cheer and cheer. After stopping, he said: "This set of boxing methods is really slap!"

The teenager did not know the alley behind him, the dust medicine shop door, standing a young woman wearing a green robe, full of tired face, like a distant return, she was drinking, taking the teenager's back, shouted: "Fan Second, the name, I am not mistaken, and two can't."

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On the Osmanthus Island, where the sea is far away, Chen Pingan is in the small courtyard of the Guimai in the night, practicing six steps and walking piles over and over again.

Before reaching the Jianqi Great Wall, I really hope to punch a million!

After walking the pile, Chen Pingan began to practice the sword furnace pile.

In the middle of the night, Chen Pingan returned to his house. In the summer, the teenager lay on the cool bamboo mat, and habitually placed the raft in the bed and reached it with one hand.

Close your eyes and fall asleep slowly.

The teenager has some smiles on his face.

He is going to the Great Wall of the Sword and go to the city to practice boxing.