What? Several fragments flashed in Zhang Ping’s mind, and he came to this world to experience all kinds of things as if he were still in yesterday’s picture. At the end, he flashed the smiling face of the little fish and came to Mu Jiu to see his reddish face when he left.

That year, she wore a green dress, a small flower basket and a medicine hoe, and she was defeated by her so-called enemy fist, and she never stopped beating herself.
That year, she was still wearing a green dress, but she was no longer the ignorant little girl. She wanted what she needed and she would always give everything she could.
Today, that green dress is still her favorite. She is waiting for her to go back at the end of the inn.
At this time, a memory fragment of his first life suddenly appeared in Zhang Ping’s mind: I once had a sincere feeling in front of me, but I didn’t cherish it. Now I regret it if I lost it. If God is willing to give me another chance, I will say three words to that girl: I love you. If I have to add a deadline to this love, I hope it will be ten thousand years …
As a drop of tears slowly came out, Zhang Ping’s soul suddenly felt a little inexplicable throb, and then Zhang Pingjue’s reincarnation wheel was suddenly beaten, and all the similar forces and energies in the plantar reincarnation pulse poured into it, which helped Zhang Pingshen * * scatter his spirit and disperse his poison, and was immediately crushed again.
Zhang Ping suddenly lost his left hand, silver soft sword, and his hands hugged the golden sword. If someone was close enough, he would find that his veins stood out suddenly and violently at this time, and there seemed to be several mice moving around his skin.
I was invited to the moon and went into Zhang Ping’s ten-step range. Zhang Ping suddenly stabbed the moon with a sword in his hand, which was almost suffocating. Although it was a dull stab, it was definitely the fastest sword in Zhang Ping’s life. Because this sword stabbed Zhang Ping, he never thought that it would be necessary to recruit after this. Maybe it should be called back the sword and swear back.
However, inviting the moon at this time is in no way inferior to Zhang Ping’s. In the ninth floor of Yugong Kung Fu, the top level is far more powerful than people imagine, and in the face of Zhang Ping’s near-slaying sword, the madness of inviting the moon is beyond ordinary people’s imagination. Seeing that she also ignores her own slightest, An Wei actually stabbed Zhang Ping with the same sword.
At this time, Zhang Ping’s golden sword is like a * * sun, inviting the moon to shine on the blue sky, like a crescent moon, and the two of them are like the sun and the moon shining together, like pity for the master of the Star Palace, who can’t open his eyes yet.
The two men brought up the petals all over the sky. As the two men and two long swords were staggered, the petals fluttered all over the sky as if they were in a spherical cage. Maybe when the cage burst, the winner would walk out of it and take away life, hope and glory.
Chapter one hundred and three The family is over
At this time, a huge ball made of petals flying is in the middle of the flower sea.
However, it has not been possible for people to see such wonders for too long, and the petals have fallen out of them, one purple and one white.
At this time, the long sword in their hands was lifted horizontally from each other’s hearts, and the deep red blood donation dripped down the two long swords, and their chests were also dyed red with beautiful flowers.
Suddenly, the two men put their swords in their hands at the same time, and each of them stepped back two or three steps, which was an instability. The difference was that the moon-inviting palace master finally couldn’t stay up and knelt on the ground, while Zhang Pingze waved and stood upright.
At this time, the two people’s faces are diametrically opposed. The face of the Lord of the Moon Inviting Palace has been white because of excessive blood loss, which makes people see that death is approaching, while Zhang Ping’s face is black because of * *, which makes people feel scalp pins and needles. Because they have just hit the whole body, they have done their best in one battle, and now they are half-component.
Zhang Ping stood upright and looked at the half-length kneeling on the ground to invite the moon and laughed: "Finally … finally … finally … I won …"
At this time, the Lord of the Merciful Star Palace has come to hold her at this time. After the physical invitation, the right hand stretched out three jade fingers like onions and put them on the right hand of the month. However, it has always been stronger than inviting the month, but it failed to refuse the Merciful Star because she never had the slightest strength.
At this time, the two people, who have always been as cold as ice, finally fell from the altar and pitied the star palace master. At this time, she was in tears. She said, "Sister … Sister, you can’t die …"
At this time, the moon-inviting palace master’s face recovered a little blush. She smiled, which was really the most beautiful smile in the world. Even if she had no martial arts, there would be no one who could resist her smile. She murmured, "I’ve wanted the best of everything since I was a child, and you … and you always let me … I’m not … not a good elder sister … elder sister, pity star. Do you hate me?"
Flow star shook her head without tears at this time: "No, sister, I have never hated you. You insist on taking you back to heal."
Inviting the moon to shake her head slowly: "I can’t … I can’t … I don’t have to …" At the last moment of her life, she saw two four-or five-year-old girls who were familiar with the picture, dressed in a white dress, frolicking in a familiar sea of flowers. "Sister, sister, wait for me …" "Poor star, come after me …"
It is often at the end of one’s life that one can remember the best things in his life. Hatred and killing are always the main melody melody melody, but joy and love are the most precious things in one’s life.
Invited the moon to look at the poor star and spit out a few words: "Tell the lack … the lack of truth, we … we are really wrong …" With the last typo, invited the moon to finally lower her noble head and a generation of peerless masters fell.
Flow star squeal roar: "No …" Then she flew up a palm and attacked Zhang Ping. At this time, Zhang Ping couldn’t even move a step, let alone resist this ground-breaking palm.
However, just as Zhang Ping closed his eyes and waited for death, a white figure appeared in front of Zhang Ping. He pitied the main palace of the Star Palace and turned around when he touched it. After landing, he kept vomiting blood and flowers were missing. Zhang Pinglang said, "You have given back the purple blood demon road. Purple blood demon road has never asked for anything in your life. I hope you can promise me one thing today."
At this time, the flower shortage said, "I said that I would never refuse if I could."
Zhang Ping went on: "Thank you for hiding my body after I die and telling Mu Jiu that I have gone to a secret place to heal."
Hua Que said a "good" after listening to it. However, Zhang Ping knew that Hua Que’s people would be a promise, so he suddenly laughed and said, "Heaven can kill the demon with purple blood. There is a demon with purple blood. Ha … ha …"
As the voice fell, Zhang Pingmeng pulled out the game-writing protocol, and according to painters’ blood, Zhang Ping finally fell into the sea of flowers. However, Zhang Ping didn’t think that he was not dead or that his soul was violently squeezed out of his body, and Zhang Ping couldn’t be too far away from his body.
At this time, the Lord of the Merciful Star Palace suddenly lacked judo for Hua: "I need you to come here."
Hua Que got up at this time and came over respectfully: "My second aunt has orders."
Flow star at this time slowly way: "you listen to my second aunt tell you a story, that was twenty years ago, your aunt and I were both girls of double ten. One day, your aunt rescued a man named Jiang Fengnan from the outside. This Jiang Feng can be said to be the first beautiful man in the Jianghu in that year. No girl could resist Jiang Feng’s smile, even your aunt and I loved him at the same time after saving him, but Jiang Feng turned a blind eye to both of us and instead loved him. We arranged to take care of him as a maid. And escaped from the Flower Palace and eloped with her hidden knot. When your aunt and I chased them, the maid had already given birth to two children, Jiang Feng. After your aunt and I forced them to death, one of the babies was brought back to the Flower Palace and named it Flower Shortage. The other child was injured in the face by hidden weapons, the twelve stars. We secretly handed him over to Yan Nantian. He was later taken into the Villain’s Valley by Yan Nantian and named Jiangyu … "
After listening to it, Hua Que murmured, "So that’s it. No wonder I always feel that Xiaoyuer is particularly congenial. It turns out that we are brothers …"
Poor star judo again at this time: "Now that you know all the truth, my second aunt asks you if you hate my second aunt?"
Hua Que slowly thought about it and shook his head: "I don’t hate you, aunt Buer, and I don’t hate my aunt. Hua Que is still in the flower palace, but I will never kill my brothers again."
Flow star touched the flower face murmured: "silly child second aunt since told you the truth, how can you continue to force you and your brothers to kill each other? Do you know that?/You know what? You are exactly like your father, and many girls will like you in the future. You must not hurt them. "
Flow star then said: "My second aunt has experienced too much and lost too much. From now on, I don’t want to take care of Jianghu affairs any more. Today, I will give you the jade merit of the palace theme and the door height. Remember it well …"
Flowers want to say something, but after being stopped by the flow star, they can remember this jade work with peace of mind. Zhang Ping’s soul doesn’t listen to it. It’s a pity that Zhang Ping won the two great wonders of jade work fossils, but I’m afraid Zhang Ping was killed at sunrise, and it’s really a fulfillment of the morning news and the evening death.
The jade work is not more than a thousand words from the first floor to the ninth floor, but in the main road of the flow star palace, it is more transparent than the explanation. After about two hours, the flow star palace master finally finished the jade work
Then the Lord of the Merciful Star Palace slowly said, "Purple Blood Demon Road deserves a generation of Wulin Grinch, but if he hadn’t been hit by * *, I’m afraid that even I would die here today. Although I’m still alive, I’ve lost my job in the Flower Palace. Since you promised him, you’ll bury his body …"
Just as the Lord of the Merciful Star Palace said the words "Flower Palace" but he had already lost, Zhang Ping suddenly felt dizzy, and then the poor gravity pulled Zhang Ping’s soul from all directions and made it ache.
This time, it may be because there is no physical body. This gravity is really terrible when it lasts, and the tearing feeling caused by gravity is also terrible. Zhang Ping feels that some people in ancient times suffered from dismemberment.
At this time, Hua Que had forced Zhang Ping to dig a big pit. He then put Zhang Ping’s body in it and muttered, "Purple Blood Demon Road, go all the way." Then he put his hands together and covered Zhang Ping’s body with mud.
At this time, Zhang Ping suddenly felt that his body also came to a suction force. After the flower deficiency covered Zhang Ping’s body with soil, the suction force soared and Zhang Ping’s soul was sucked in the past.
Later, Zhang Ping perceived that the location of the ancestral orifices of the soul body and the location of the ancestral orifices of the body echoed, and the body and the soul body suddenly melted into a ball and were inhaled together. Unfortunately, this time, it was because the body was dead that he was covered in deep purple gas, but he didn’t bring it at all.
Outside, Zhang Ping was observing a moment of silence, but suddenly he found that the land where Zhang Ping was buried had sunk. He was so frightened that he could not consider what the deceased was. When he saw Zhang Ping’s body missing, he left two swords, a long fan and two small strange barrels.
The soul body was sucked away, and Zhang Ping fainted again. If the pity star palace master admitted at the last moment that Zhang Ping defeated the two men, I’m afraid Zhang Ping would have waited until dawn to turn to dust. However, the life situation is so wonderful. Before the soul body fainted, Zhang Ping had a strong desire to return to this place where Mu Jiu waited for himself …
There is a long and clear stream at the entrance of Mu Mountain Villa, surrounded by all kinds of flowers and trees. After the purple blood demon road fought a decisive battle to move the flower palace, two palace masters embroidered the jade valley, there will always be a green woman here with a flower basket and a small medicine hoe. It is said in the Jianghu that the purple blood demon road invited the moon palace owner to die together in the embroidered jade valley battle, but in this green woman’s heart, she has been looking forward to the reappearance of the scene more than ten years ago. She believes that one day Zhang Ping will wear a purple robe along the bend like that year.
There is never a shortage of new masters in Jianghu, but the real masters are still worshipped by people in Jianghu from generation to generation like myths. After the First World War, there was a poem in Jianghu: The moon and the stars were everywhere, and there was a sword in the south of Hainan, and a sword stirred the wind and clouds, turning into a blood sea, a purple shadow and a demon lang.
Chapter one hundred and four Nanshan firewood
When he fainted and regained consciousness, he suddenly felt a ray of sunshine shining into his eyes. He opened his eyes and found that he was not in that mystery, but had once again gained a body. However, Zhang Ping, a few people in the world, was in a good state of mind and immediately stopped caring about checking his body in this life.
According to Zhang Ping’s many years of martial arts experience, this four-or five-year-old man’s physical qualification is acceptable except for a coarse robe. He observed the surrounding situation and found himself in a forest next to the official road. The vegetation in the forest seems to be mostly in the Jiangnan generation
Zhang Ping then found a relatively straight branch in the Woods for self-defense and prepared to walk to some places first.
People say that the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River used to be the same, but Zhang Ping in the south of the Yangtze River has been enjoying the beautiful scenery for several months, because this sentence says that although the body is not frail, it is also talking about being strong, and I don’t know when I can get to a crowded place, and I don’t know if there will be any accidents, so every physical strength is precious to Zhang Ping.
It’s a straight road from the early days of Chaoyang Dongsheng to the sunset, and it’s a pity that the city gate has been closed and Zhang Ping is unable to do anything. After seeing the word "Jiaxing" far away, he is ready to spend the night outside the city.
Fortunately, when Zhang Pingwu came, he found several wild peach trees beside the official road. Although the peach trees were not big or red, they were more than enough to satisfy his hunger. Zhang Ping ate four peaches and put six peaches in his sleeve pocket for emergencies.
Zhang Ping searched along the path outside the city and walked out not far. He saw a hill near the north of Jiaxing City, which seemed to have a temple. Zhang Pington was so happy that he finally found the organization. At this moment, he felt glad that he was deeply clothed in robes.
After walking all the way for about three times, Zhang Ping finally reached his destination. At this time, the sky was not yet dark, and there was a faint sunset in the western mountain profile. Through this light, Zhang Ping found that this was a small temple with mottled walls and tattered wooden doors showing its vicissitudes.
Walking into the temple, but there are cobwebs everywhere in this temple, which is obviously abandoned for a long time. After Zhang Ping walked into the main hall of this small temple, he saw a dusty and bare jade emperor statue. Not to mention the incense burner, there was not even a bite. Not only that, the roof of the main hall was damaged in many places. It was really a ruined temple.
Fortunately, after some searching, Zhang Ping found that there was a small earthen hut behind the main house. Although the hut was ugly, at least the roof and all the surrounding walls were sealed, and there was a earthen bed for Zhang Ping to drive all day. Even though Zhang Ping breathed and vomited all the way, he didn’t feel sleepy. It was very clear that Zhang Ping went to the roof to practice auspicious and precious moonlight rotation, while his flesh fell asleep.
The first ray of sunshine in the morning often breeds poor hope. At this time, the industrious people have been working all day in the songs of birds in the forest, and Zhang Ping is sitting cross-legged in an old tree with his hands in the air, waiting for the morning sun to rise, breathing in and breathing out a long breath after calming down.
Later, Zhang Ping slowly got up and practiced a set of mixed yuan gong. Although he was blessed in the future, Zhang Ping practiced this modified set of kung fu for many times for an hour. Then Zhang Pingcai finished his work and stood up. Later, he came to a small stream not far away and took out three peaches left yesterday to eat after washing.
Just when Zhang Ping ate the second peach, he suddenly heard a burst of loud folk songs. The singer who listened to the lyrics was mostly a woodcutter. Needless to say, the tune was good or bad, but only from the loud songs, Zhang Ping vaguely felt that this person had a little strength. However, some powerful people needed a little bit of kung fu, even if they were a Jianghu middleman, few people would continue to engage in such manual work unless they were anonymous and other special factors, so Zhang Ping was curious and didn’t want to meet this strange man.
Looking for folk songs, I walked all the way, but I didn’t go three or four miles. Zhang Ping was far away. I saw that the woodcutter Zhang Ping was thirty years old, dressed in a green cloth, and had a thick straw rope tied in his waistband. He wore sandals, thick hands and big feet, and he looked dull. He picked a large bundle of coarse firewood on each shoulder and was ready to walk towards the mountain while singing.