The sky gradually condensed the white of the fish belly, and the rain in the courtyard outside the green tung tree was much smaller, and the rain was falling from the eaves outside the window, not in a hurry, not slow, very rhythmic!

Yang Huaiping woke up groggily, he touched his face with his hand, and then stared at the ceiling in a daze.

At this time, the small and delicate woman walked into the room wearing a light cyan floral skirt, she lightly opened her red lips and said to Yang Huaiping: "Wake up, give the money, you do a full set of services of 200,000 yuan, plus Lao Yu's package night 500, a total of 250,000 and 500, you can leave after paying the money!"

Yang Huaiping covered his mouth with his hand and coughed, he took out a bank card from the yellow bag on his waist with a melancholy look and handed it to the small and delicate woman: "Little sister, look at me and I can't afford to get up anymore, I really can't stand it, don't you have a slightly better look in your field, look at the powder of the cosmetics on my bed, if you pick up and pick up, you can wrap a pound of dumplings, plus half a bowl of chaos!"

Fei Fei shouted out the window, "Chunhua, bring the POS machine, the guests inside want to swipe the card!"

A voice with a slightly hoarse throat came out of the room and said, "Sister Feifei, I know, I'll bring it to you right away!"

Yang Huaiping put on his robe trivially, he stood up and sighed: "Feifei, I gave you 500,000 in the card, you take it, the password is six six, I also want to leave, I don't want to come back to this place, I'm really afraid!"

Fei Fei picked up the black cloth package at the head of the bed and stuffed it into Yang Huaiping's arms, "This thing was given to you by Lao Yu, he said that it is a sword book, let you practice well, you can accept it!"

Yang Huaiping took out a cigarette from his arms with a melancholy face, he lit it and smoked a puff, holding the black cloth package, and walked into the drizzly and deserted courtyard.

Immediately, Yang Huaiping's figure disappeared into the cold courtyard, only to hear a very vicissitudes of life sound in the courtyard, "A big hatred in life, sad, painful!"

Hearing the echo in the courtyard, after a long time can not be eliminated the voice, in the quiet courtyard, half of the makeup on the face has fallen off, holding the POS machine Chunhua suddenly felt indignant in her heart, she scolded in a hoarse voice: "The old lady's throat is like this, how much fat sea does it take to recover as before, you are still here to say these cool words, if you dare to come next time, the old lady has to cut your pickled things with a pair of scissors, and you will harm people again!"

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In the jasper-like water under the Nine Horse Painting Mountain, Yang Huaiping was not soaked in the water and rubbed his body hard, he was sad and helpless about the overturning boat in the gutter this time, so he could only keep shaking his head and sighing, his expression was like a candidate who had studied hard for decades in the cold window, and once fell to Sun Mountain, he felt a little uncomfortable!

About a pillar of incense passed, Yang Huaiping jumped out of the water in the jasper ice heart, and he put on his robe and unwrapped the black cloth on the shore.

Yang Huaiping saw a yellowed and wrinkled sword book, he lit a cigarette and began to look at it casually.

As time slowly passed, the misty light rain in the sky gradually became heavier, although it was not majestic, but it was cold enough, but Yang Huaiping had a feeling of not knowing, and his eyes became brighter and brighter as he looked at the sword spectrum in his hand!

Yang Huaiping sat in place and looked at the sword spectrum for a moment, until the sunset dusk, when the sunset reflected the sparkling microwave in the blue water, he came back to his senses from the sword spectrum.

At this moment, a fine light bloomed in Yang Huaiping's eyes, and he took out the golden flying sword from the numb yellow bag on his waist.

Yang Huaiping held a flying sword and slashed towards the surface of the lake like blue waves under the Nine Horse Painting Mountain, and suddenly the blue water instantly spread to both sides.

At this time, a vicissitudes of life voice sounded behind Yang Huaiping, "Yes, this trick in my sword spectrum is wonderful to draw the knife and cut the water!"

Yang Huaiping carried the flying sword behind him, he turned his head to see that the person who came was the old man with a bamboo hat, Yang Huaiping smacked his lips with a bitter face: "Senior, why did you take me to that kind of Fengyue place, I have a habit of cleanliness, I have always been clean, and I never go to that kind of place!"

Wearing a bamboo hat, Lao Suo laughed and said: "As the saying goes, together through the window, together with the gun, together with prostitution, together with the spoils is the most iron relationship, as a teacher is not to pull in the relationship between you and me, deliberately came up with this idea?"

Yang Huaiping frowned and said: "Senior, I don't seem to have the intention of worshipping you as a teacher, just last night, those few broken flowers and willows, almost tossed my second brother to lose weight, just by virtue of this, I can't worship you as a teacher! Besides, senior, you don't understand the rules of single prostitution and double gambling, people like you who don't play cards according to the routine, how can I put my mind at ease when I worship you as a teacher!"

With the bamboo hat, Lao Suo took out the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip and said: "You don't give me nonsense, you have read my sword book, what else is there to say, quickly kneel down and worship the old man as a teacher, and guide you to a sword technique or two for the teacher, and you will go to prepare for the ascension!"

Yang Huaiping smiled indifferently and said: "I am also the master of a sect of Zixiao Sect, senior, you let me kneel down for you to apprentice, isn't this a little inappropriate!"

"I am Meng Fanchen, the fourteenth generation sect master of the Sword Sect, at least two generations higher than you, the sect master of the Zixiao Sect, let you worship me as a teacher, you still feel a loss!" said the old man with the bamboo hat pulling his lips proudly.

Yang Huaiping frowned, pondered for a moment, and said, "Your Sword Sect doesn't seem to be the five major sects, why haven't I even heard of it!"

Hearing this, the old man wearing the bamboo hat waved his sleeves, and a sword aura instantly split Yang Huaiping into the blue waves under the Nine Horse Painting Mountain, and took the old man with the bamboo hat to say uninhibitedly: "What do you kid know, generally the clowns who are placed on the bright side are jumping off the beam, and the ones hidden in the dark corners are the predators of the deep Jiao, my Sword Sect is a single lineage, everyone is a strong man who stands proudly between heaven and earth, the five major sects you said, I can slap them to death with one palm, those false names are just a joke for my Sword Sect disciples!"

Yang Huaiping was very jealous of the terrifying old man in front of him, his eyes flowed and he set his eyes on a towering and steep mountain next to the Nine Horse Painting Mountain, he pointed to the mountain peak and said with a serious face: "Senior, if you can split that mountain peak with a sword, I will worship you as a teacher!"

With the bamboo hat Lao Suo with a kind of eyes that look at the world, Yang Huaiping glanced at the mountain peak, and then his figure flashed to the mountain peak ghostly, he trickly pulled out a three-foot-long, two-finger wide green bamboo sword from the clothes behind him, and slashed towards the mountain peak in front of him with the bamboo hat Lao Suo!

In just an instant, the towering and steep mountain peak collapsed from the halfway point of the mountain!