The man arched his hand, and his voice was as clear as gold and jade colliding, "Qin Changgeng!" ”

Zhan Wuming returned the salute and said, "Zhan Wuming!" ”

Qin Changgeng smiled slightly, looked at the stick in his hand, and was itchy for a while, so he reached out and poked out, "I also have a set of stick methods called the Nine Styles of Breaking the Heavens, and I can learn from my brothers!" ”

Zhan Wuming already had a good impression of him, and when he heard this, he let go of his hand and handed him the stick, laughing and said: "Okay, among the eighteen kinds of weapons, most people like swords and sharp weapons with blades. There are not many people who like sticks in the pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info and I am quite confident in your stick method when I listen to your tone, I will wait and see! Please! ”

It was like a sudden snowstorm.

The moon is gradually moving, the blurred scenery reflected in the dawn is clear, the wind is roaring helplessly and violently, and the shadows of the sticks that are dancing like snow are gradually falling on the soft ground, like a storm and snow at the beginning of the bloom, before the season that has turned spring has turned to change.

The spring breeze is like a flying flower rolling into his stick shadow, his movements are like flowing clouds, light clouds and moon, in the low sound of breaking the wind, his figure is like a black meteor that crosses, and the flying flowers gradually roar into the broken sound of breaking stones and cracking mountains, like the last hissing, diffused in the most brilliant spring light.

Boom...

There was a thunderclap on the ground, like a thunderbolt that had fallen from the clouds and was instantly integrated with his whistling stick.

Zhan Wuming couldn't help but hold his breath.

The stick in Qin Changgeng's hands was simply fascinating, just watching him dance could feel a sense of freedom and release, rigidity and softness, just able to break the sky and break the earth, soft and idle like spring, until he closed the momentum and broke off, all the phantoms seemed to be broken, in a brilliant phantom, the thunder in the sky, the gradually thick clouds, all retreated.

Everything was bright and bright, Qin Changgeng stood in the light, like a circle of tides that could also cause ripples and storms in the sky, and his momentum was incomparable.

He stood with his stick on his shoulders, as if he didn't know how much of a sensation he had caused, and smiled lightly: "How? Can I still see this stick method? ”

Zhan Wuming has to be convinced, if such a set of stick methods should only be evaluated by this evaluation, then I am afraid that no one in the world can dance with a stick better than Qin Changgeng!

"Breaking the sky nine style, is it wind, snow, flowers, stars, breaking stones, splitting mountains, dispersing, thunder, breaking the sky?"

Qin Changgeng was stunned for a moment, the smile on his face was also slightly paused, and he looked at Zhan Wuming in amazement and said, "You comprehended these nine mysteries just by watching me dance?" It's that I underestimated Brother Zhan, and I'm afraid that Brother Zhan's attainments in the stick method are not only like those I just saw for the first time, right? ”

Zhan Wuming picked his hair and scratched his hands again before he suddenly remembered that Su Qianruo had said that he wanted to get rid of the habit of being a monkey, smiled stiffly, and replied: "It's the first time I think of this stick method today, so I just played it casually!" ”

Qin Changgeng was even more impressed by the ignorance. The first time he played a stick, the first time he saw a stick, it was difficult to comprehend the nine realms, this person's talent was really amazing.

It's already demon-like!

Legend has it that the demon race is a combination of the advantages of the three major god races, and the comprehension is amazingly perverted.

Thinking of this, Qin Changgeng quietly released a wisp of divine sense, and after hovering around Zhan Wuming's body for a week, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. It's not magic!

Such people must make good friends.

"Let's go, we hate to meet late, Chang Gung will be the east, please drink my brother!"

Zhan Wuming was a little moved, and a gray shadow suddenly came out of the room, Mao Mao hung dead on the tips of Zhan Wuming's hair, pulling his hair hard and baring his teeth and shouting: "King, King, not only do you want to leave me this time, but even Xiao Ming is going to lose it?" ”

Zhan Wuming was embarrassed, although Maomao was not big, it was grabbing his hair, which made his scalp hurt. Stretched out his hand to support it, but Maomao refused to let go, and struggled to come down.

Zhan Wuming was painful and helpless, so he had to roar: "You monkey, let me go!" Brother Qin, please drink, I haven't agreed yet, you just come out and blow up! ”

Mao Mao heard someone laughing next to him, so he poked his head out to look at the person, and then scratched the monkey hair on his head and said, "Hey, how do I see that you are a little familiar, are you a little elf, you like to steal peaches to eat?" ”

Qin Changgeng laughed louder and louder.

Zhan Wuming suddenly cut off his hair with one palm, held Mao Mao in front of him, and asked cautiously, "Mao Mao, what did you just say?" ”

Mao Mao blinked and said, "It's nothing, look at him looks like a peach thief, Wang, do you remember the one surnamed Shang..."

"Who is the surname Shang, who is the surname Shang? Why do I have such a sore head? ”

Zhan Wuming's desire to go drinking with Qin Changgeng instantly dissipated without a trace. Although Mao Mao is close, he can recover his memory and remember the golden monkey in his heart in his previous life, but no one can replace it.

How could Mao Mao know about the peach thief surnamed Shang and know that he was a little elf?

"Xiao Jin, Mao Mao is Xiao Jin!" Zhan Wuming's chest was full of blood, his eyes were sour, he took a deep breath, his chest was full of the fragrance of flowers and plants in the morning light, he looked up, but seeing the rising sun and the red light, he was so excited that he said in a trembling voice: "Mao Mao is a little gold!" Mao Mao is really a little golden! Although Xiao Jin burned his soul, he still left a trace of inheritance, and he didn't know whose hand he raised him into a spirit and accompanied me again. Whoever it is, I'm so grateful... If there is a fate when I come, I will repay it with this body! ”

Mao Mao stretched out his hairy monkey hand, touched Zhan Wuzhi's forehead, and said strangely: "I don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?" King? King! Are you **** attacking the heart, haven't you been burned by a woman for too long? ”

Zhan Wuming paused, and began to teach Mao Mao patiently, "Mao Mao, that word is called anger and attack, not ****..."

Mao Mao was drowned by Zhan Wuming's rare gentleness, and when he was excited, he was turbid, and he urinated on Zhan Wuming's face.

Zhan Wuming's face became very ugly, but he still didn't get angry, and he didn't throw Mao Mao out as usual.

Mao Mao stared at Zhan Wuming anxiously for a long time before he hurriedly wiped his face.

"King, woo, Mao Mao is so moved. But I hate myself so much. ”

Zhan Wuming thought it was self-blame, and his depression disappeared, but he comforted him and said, "Don't worry about it, don't pee on me next time." ”

Mao Mao burst into tears and said: "King, I hate that I am not a female monkey, ah, ah, why not a mother, if I am a female monkey, I can warm the bed for the king, give birth to a monkey for the king, and enjoy the king's favor without any psychological burden!" ”

"Get out!" Zhan Wuming broke out, and threw Mao Mao directly from the window into the soft couch in the house, "Mao Mao, Lao Tzu is good to you, I don't want you to warm Lao Tzu's bed and give birth to monkeys!" Lao Tzu when you are a brother, brother! ”

Qin Changgeng couldn't straighten up with a smile, and out of respect, he didn't make much noise. Looking at the sky, he sighed, it was time for him to go. (To be continued.) )