I don’t want the rope to be strong and swollen after soaking, and it was tied tightly by the dwarf Han Li. The two shop assistants didn’t solve it for a long time. The ugly man was still trying to earn a lot of money, and the middle-aged man in the gown said, "He told you that the good man should not bother, and I’m not afraid that he must make him look good."
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When those two guys saw him swearing and taking a whip and hitting Song Changgeng again, their eyebrows frowned and they were just about to speak when they were late. Click! Click! Even the loud and dusty audience fled to see a tree about a foot thick being uprooted by the ugly man, who rushed at the two guys with the tree.
The ugly man’s powerful hand was tied upside down at the root of the tree, and there were feet. How could Xu walk with many roots? He had not taken two steps, but he had already thrown himself on the ground with the tree. The fat man ran into the store in three steps and two steps to grab a kitchen knife. Ying Qiong was naturally excited when she saw that her brother had stepped in.
I saw that shop take the initiative to cut the sword, and I actually released my own sword before it was fat. The sword was out of the box, and the shadow of the sun circled like a dragon. First, I solved the ugly man’s rope, and then I stopped it in front of the fat shopkeeper. Here, the natives were ignorant and saw a little girl release a purple dragon, which was an immortal.
Some cowards ran away, some knelt on the ground and kowtowed for a while, and the ugly iron cow shook his back and broke the tree with branches and leaves and fell to one side to see the fat shopkeeper shouting "I’ll fight for my life!" " As he spoke, he swooped down on the fat shopkeeper, who had long been scared to run back with a knife. The fat shopkeeper ran and shouted, "Come quickly where the robber killed someone!" Help! " As he spoke, he turned around and ran fiercely, but the ugly man also wanted to recover, but he was stopped by Song Changgeng. The two men didn’t touch each other physically, but the ugly man’s theory couldn’t be rushed, but Song Changgeng’s arm seemed to be blocked by layered walls.
He was so anxious that he jumped straight and screamed at Song Changgeng’s hand. A little spell was put on his head to make him speak fluent Mandarin. The ugly man hasn’t changed his accent yet, especially since he repeatedly shouted at Song Changgeng with a full face of anxiety. "Good people let go. I have a big break and hurt you."
This fat moon called me a dead mother, and I remembered that it was my fault for forcibly taking his things. I tried to find someone else for it twice, but I didn’t find him. Today, I went to the village to ask for some salt and came back to cook and eat. I walked past his door. He chased me and said that the newly cooked fat bacon in his shop asked me if I wanted it. I said if you don’t scold my mother, you have to make him promise.
He gave me the meat before he said that he would beat me, and he also said that he would see how big I was. First, he didn’t tell me beforehand that he didn’t beat me. Second, he was itchy these days, but he made a clever way to soak me in the dungeon and tie me up with a plague rope. Can I spare him if he sees that I can’t earn enough? "
Shuangying’s face changed as soon as he heard it. "Brother, this shopkeeper is so hateful. We don’t care if we let this person go and finish the cause and effect. I want to see what this fat guy can do?"
Song Chang Gung shook his head. "How can you say that? Although there is something wrong with this fat shopkeeper, it is not easy for you to ask him to think about his store’s life. This guy is always disturbing other people’s business. Fat mouth has no virtue to scold his mother for being wrong, but everyone has his own ideas. We can’t impose our ideas on others."
After seeing that the ugly man couldn’t get past, he wanted to make a detour to chase after him. But although this guy was born with divine power, how can he be more flexible than Song Chang-geng? Moreover, this Han Hanhou just recognized Song Chang Gung as a good man when he helped him. He didn’t want to bump the other side. He was anxious to say it a few times and then he wanted to go around when he saw the other side ignoring it.
Song Changgeng thought to himself that since zhou yun, the elder brother of Emei, never knew what was wrong, this guy had a good endowment, so I might as well accept him and be a helper.
Thought of here, he said, "You have to be stubborn and don’t listen to my advice to kill people to pay for your life. Do you care if you die?" Let her old man’s ghost have no peace. If I lose my hand, I’ll take you in charge of eating, drinking and wearing for the rest of my life. What do you think? If you want to say that you are strong, come and compete with me. I put one arm here and you can move me regardless of your revenge. "
The ugly man bowed his head and thought for a moment and said, "You’re right. When my mother was here, she said that my hands were as heavy as killing people. She had no choice but to die. Now she’s dead and she’s still asleep in a hole in the earth. There are so many wild rabbits and wild boars that no one cares about hurting her. Let’s believe my mother and eat a little."
But I’ve never met such a good person as you, and I won’t beat you. My mother said that you can’t beat a good person. If you care about my food, then I can say that I can eat a lot. If you care about me, beat me. Don’t scold my mother. Don’t burn me like that fat pig, or I will ignore you. "
Shuangying saw that he never forgot his mother’s honest and pure filial piety, and his heart would like to talk to them. At this moment, the fat shopkeeper had gone to shout for local Baojia and a group of people with sticks to Song Chang-geng. He said unhurriedly to the ugly man, "I don’t care how I can beat you when you talk, but you can’t move now."
Let Ying Qiong return the sword to the box and meet the group of people. The Baojia is an old man in his fifties. When he saw Song Chang-geng’s attitude and gorgeous clothes, he felt wrong. He came over and quickly stopped everyone from speaking mandarin for half a life and asked, "Where did the guests come from?" Here, the little things of the mountain people must be managed without polluting your hands. "
Song Chang Gung smiled faintly and took out a jade card from Gankun’s bag and threw it to him. "Do you know this card if you are an official? I’m the Buddhist Taidian and the Princess Master of the Great Dynasty. I happened to meet something today by accident, and it’s not a big deal, so I stretched out my hand and took care of the specific matter. Let this person talk to you. "
A wave of his hand just now, the middle-aged man in a gown was caught by him again. The middle-aged man in a gown was obviously read and heard by him. He said that it was the current Buddhist Taihe Princess Master. His eyes lit up and he didn’t even tremble and adjust his clothes. He said something just now and said it again. Then he peeked at Song Changgeng to see if he was satisfied.
Although Baojia didn’t know the jade card face characters, it turned out that the jade on this card was so good that he had never seen it before, and those golden characters in it were as if they were born in the jade itself. The smooth characters on the jade surface were not for anyone who knew whether this person was a master or not. After listening to the middle-aged students’ explanations, he would know how to do it.
Busy respectfully handed the card back and said, "Things are small. Please rest assured that small Buddhist will severely punish this profiteer for being so contemptuous of Wang Fa. It’s really time to play." He knew that since the other party was in charge, it must be inclined to the ugly guy. The shopkeeper would lose his job. Kick him out quickly and let the other party feel relieved and have a bias. Did you send that fat meal early?
The fat shopkeeper said with a look of disapproval, "Although I hit him skillfully, it’s also that he has harmed me too much. Take this Castanopsis fargesii tree today and say that it’s worth five or six cents to say less when my grandfather was here. Is it because he broke it now that you said it? What about those things that he did harm to me in the past? You just said you would give them back to him. Do you want to depend on them? Baojia yelled at the fat. Don’t talk nonsense. Song Changgeng laughed. "Don’t worry, the tree has been broken and you can’t come back to life. Even before he ate your meat together, this ingot of silver must be finished." Say that finish take out an ingot of silver and throw it in the past. There is a greedy flash in the fat eyes. When the small eyes turn, they still have to be more blackmail.
The Baojia eyes looked at the silver eyes with a yoshimitsu to fat fierce tunnel "are you still not satisfied with this guy? Buddhist master won’t dispute with you and agreed to give you the silver world. Where can I find such a person to stop the fight? Lai Tieniu, who doesn’t know that he’s not worth three dollars? Did you bite him? If you don’t follow the official’s question, you can’t afford to lynch others. "
Fat is also hob meat, and suddenly Song Changgeng frowns, and his hair emits a lofty and vast earth than momentum, and at the same time, it is wild and majestic. On the spot, he presses everyone else to the ground. That fat is even more scared to pee his pants, but Song Changgeng ignores that he turned to look at his eyes.
Throw it to him with a silver ingot. "Thank you for your help today." Say that finish with a big sleeve, roll up Shuangying and the ugly iron cow and let out a purple light.
The fat man, Baojia and others were dumbfounded. The middle-aged student murmured, "I heard people say that only when I got help from the Buddhist today did I sit still. The Buddhist is a fairy, and I am still a rumor. It turned out to be true."
Song Chang-geng rolled three people and flew to see that there were three barbarians dressed strangely. One of the card-shaped magic weapons was a red-headed old man. Song Chang-geng saw at a glance that this man was already in the late stage of Yuan Ying, and Yuan Ying had been integrated with his body. It is more difficult to know that it is difficult to condense Dan into then, but it is even more difficult to transform Dan into a baby.
In the middle stage of Yuan Ying, it can be concise, like a stranger wandering around the world from the flesh, and in the later stage, it can be integrated with the flesh. The skill is even more powerful, but each stage is a difficult gap to cross. In the past, few people were able to cultivate this old savage to such an extent. Obviously, it is not simple that Song Chang Gung just felt someone peeking at the bottom and hurriedly brought people here.
As soon as he saw this human being, he guessed who the other person was. At his side, two middle-aged people were quite obvious, and his apprentice stepped behind him with a respectful expression.
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After seeing Song Changgeng, the old red man looked at Ying Qiong’s flying sword in a daze and handed it to him. "I don’t know what you call a few scattered immortals in southern Xinjiang, old lady?"
Song Chang Gung also surrendered, "It turned out to be a rotten Taoshan red bodhi old zu’s rudeness. Song Chang Gung, the owner of the sorrow family, is our righteous sister Li Yingqiong and Yu Yingnan. I have heard a lot about the name of Taoist friends. I had some entanglements in Daijiachang that year, because I was busy in the east and west, I couldn’t meet Taoist friends. I don’t want to see them here today."
When I heard Song Chang-gung’s words, the red bodhi old zu’s eyes flashed a surprise. He carefully looked at the back of Song Chang-gung’s face and said coldly, "Who am I? I’ve heard a lot about you and your disciples face to face. Forget about right and wrong. For the sake of bliss, I won’t care about you as a junior."
The old man is working nearby. I heard from the apprentice that he is now a well-qualified person who followed me all the way. This is why he came here to have a look. That person is the little old man in your hand. He looks good. Give him to me. Let’s go. Let bygones be bygones, but if you dare to mess with my door again, the old man will never forgive me. "