It was already twelve o'clock at night when I returned to Sanqin City, and the night was quiet.

In the lobby of the city that never sleeps, there is a sea of people in front of the enchanting young lady.

The water snake's waist twisted and shook hands with everyone.

Anyone who looks good is welcome, whether it's a man or a woman. Of course, if it's a woman, it's even more popular.

There were 4 people who went south together, and only 3 were left when they came back. Big tree, Hu Bing has always been by Qin Xianglin's side, and the innocent master and nephew have already followed Shao Ruhai to the South China Sea.

The young lady who never trains at night twisted her gas waist like a water snake, and she was rejected three times when she wanted to shake hands with Qin Xianglin.

When he came for the fourth time, Qin Xianglin was still indifferent.

Everyone was watching, which made Hu Bing a little embarrassed, so Hu Bing smiled slightly and stretched out his hand.

The young lady was like a monster, seeing Qin Xianglin's indifference and seeing Hu Bing stretching out his hand, she seemed a little disappointed, but she still stretched out her hand and shook hands with Hu Bing.

Hu Bing giggled, a little intoxicated, "Little sister, your hands are so soft...... Yes! ”

Before a word of praise could be finished, it was a scream.

The young lady's hands are very soft, but the strength is not small.

As soon as she grabbed Hu Bing, the person twisted backwards, pulled Hu Bing and flew up.

An upside-down onion, Hu Bing was thrown into the gas building behind.

"Huh!" Qin Xianglin's silver needles flew out almost at the same time, all nailed to the tumbler's body.

"Bang!" The tumbler immediately exploded, and smoke rushed into the sky.

Qin Xianglin and Dashu rushed forward quickly.

"Big tree, you go find Hu Bing! I'm going to catch that slut! After Qin Xianglin finished speaking, he and Da Shubing parted ways.

In the white mist, a woman fled in a hurry.

Qin Xianglin chased after him, and two knives suddenly flew out in the dark.

The knife fell in front of Qin Xianglin, blocking the way.

"What do you mean?" Qin Xianglin asked.

"There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun!"

"Kun doesn't know how much, covering the sky and the sun!"

Two voices came from the white mist.

"Who reads poetry here?" Qin Xianglin snorted coldly.

"Ignorance!" A sneer came from the white mist.

"Shameful!" Another sneer came from the white mist.

Then, the two roadblock knives standing in front of Qin Xianglin flew back again.

"I'm Nima, hooligans still talk about culture?" Qin Xianglin responded angrily.

The white fog lifted, and two people stood in front of the smoke.

A scholar in white clothes, holding a knife in one hand and a pen in the other.

The other was also a scholar, dressed in black, and holding a knife in one hand and a book in the other.

"It turned out to be two brutes!" Qin Xianglin sneered.

"Phew!" Bai Shusheng spat out a bubble of saliva, "It's a scholar!" ”

"It's terrible to be uneducated!" The black scholar said.

Qin Xianglin looked at the two of them, pointed at the black scholar and scolded, "That white one said that he was a scholar, so I put up with it, what does it mean that you are a black charcoal and pretending to be a scholar?" ”

"Poof!" With a bang, Bai Shusheng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The black book was so angry that he shouted, "I'm grass your ancestor!" ”

"Haha...... Isn't it all revealed? Guy with a mouth full of spit! Qin Linxiang mocked the black charcoal.

"I'll kill you!" The black scholar spoke, and he was about to take a few steps forward. The white scholar on the side was still smiling and couldn't help laughing.

"Laughing at what? Do it! The black scholar roared. Only then did Bai Shusheng react, and he felt quite interesting about the word "black charcoal" that Qin Xianglin called.

Two books, one black and one white, are vivid.

The black scholar threw the book in his hand into the sky. With a "bang", a book was shredded into pieces of paper.

"Hey, black charcoal, what are you doing tearing books?" Qin Xianglin asked with a sneer.

"Tear up the book? You idiot! The black scholar's face became darker and darker.

Bai Shusheng suddenly stepped forward, holding a pen in his hand, shaking in the air, as if he was writing.

It's not like you're actually writing.

After writing it, it was slapped and slapped, and the shredded paper flying in the air formed four words: "You idiot!" ”

Seeing this, Qin Xianglin almost fainted to the ground, pointed at Bai Shusheng and scolded: "Little white face, how can you say that you are also a reader, and the words seem to be written well, why is the content so vulgar?" ”

"Daya is both vulgar!" Bai Shusheng explained with a blushing face.

"You idiot, these four words are enough to kill you!" The black charcoal book was angry and yelled.

Qin Xianglin took two steps back, his face full of astonishment, and asked, "Could it be that this is the legendary stupid Dafa?" ”

"Suffer death!" The black and white scholars made a move at the same time, and they were angry and dantian, and they pushed it completely.

"You're a fool!" Four big characters flew in the air.

Qin Xianglin was stunned, but he didn't dare to be careless, he raised a mouthful of internal force, and slapped his palm like that, and the first palm in the Dafa of taming beasts was slapped out lightly.

Faintly, I heard the howl of a beast, and it was when Qin Xianglin made a move, the palm wind tore through the air and whistled.

Qin Xianglin's palm is as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning, and the tiger roars and the dragon roars.

First of all, the word stupid is shattered, which can be regarded as a counterattack in favor of the two readers. And then the remaining two words.

Qin Xianglin smashed the four words of the two scholars with one palm.

The mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and the earth shook and the mountains shook. The black and white scholars trembled, and Qin Xianglin had already taken his palm.

The confetti crumbled into powder and flew in mid-air like snow.

This situation is a bit romantic.

The white-faced scholar was so excited about poetry that he forgot to tremble for a while, and jumped out to compose a poem:

"Snowflakes are falling in the air!"

"In the air, in the air, like the brightest star in the night sky......" When he arrived, he stopped writing poetry and began to sing, "The brightest star in the night sky illuminates my ......"

When I sang to the place of intoxication, I looked up affectionately, and I saw a meteor falling from the sky.

"Smack!" The meteor smashed into the white-faced scholar's face, and it hurt.

It turned out that it was not a meteor.

It's a fist.

It was Qin Xianglin's fist.

At this time, Qin Xianglin's fist smashed into Bai Shusheng's white face like a storm.

"What a fight, you have to compose poetry!" Qin Xianglin bared his teeth and teased his lips, so angry that he went crazy.

"Even if you write poetry, you still have to sing!"

"It's okay to sing, you're still out of tune!"

"It's okay to be out of tune, you're still intoxicated!"

Qin Xianglin's fist smashed mercilessly into the white-faced scholar's face.

"Hey, hey......"

Qin Xianglin stopped when he was tired, stuck his waist, looked at the black scholar on the side, and asked, "Black charcoal, am I right?" ”

The black scholar was so frightened that he froze in place, as if he had never heard Qin Xianglin's question.

"Fucking bastard!" Qin Xianglin walked over, grabbed the collar of the black charcoal, and asked angrily, "What are you proud of as a black charcoal?" Lao Tzu asked you something, but you dared not answer? ”

"Smack!" Qin Xianglin's chopping board-like palm hula hula greeted the black charcoal's face.

"The surname is Qin!" At this time, the white-faced scholar stood up and roared angrily.

Qin Xianglin stopped, turned around, and saw Bai Shusheng with a bloody face, glaring at Qin Xianglin, as if he wanted to tear the fragrant pear to pieces.

"After being punched by me, you can still stand up, you don't look like a scholar!" Qin Xianglin said.

The white-faced scholar wiped a handful of blood from his face, pointed at Qin Xianglin, and let out a hysterical roar: "Writing poetry is my ideal, and singing is my hobby!" You can beat me, but you must not laugh at my hobbies and insult my dreams! ”

Qin Xianglin nodded, "Can't you see that you still have a person with a dream?" ”

"Anyone with a dream is amazing!" This sentence exhausted the last strength of the white-faced scholar. After speaking, the white-faced scholar fell to the ground, bleeding quietly.

Qin Xianglin's gaze turned to the black-faced scholar.

At this time, the black-faced scholar had already woken up from his shock, grinned at Qin Xianglin slightly, and said with a smile: "I am also a person with dreams!" ”

"I'm Nima!" Qin Xianglin's heavy slap like a chopping board exhaled again.

After another three-seven-twenty-one call, the black-faced scholar shouted: "Stop! ”

Between the words, his face was covered with blood, and he looked so miserable.

"Doesn't it mean that anyone with a dream is great?" The black-faced scholar held back tears and asked.

Qin Xianglin's face was gloomy and he slapped the twenty-second slap, "I didn't say this!" ”

"What?" The black-faced scholar was struck by lightning.

Qin Xianglin shook it hard, threw the black-faced scholar in front of the white-faced scholar, and said, "You ask yourself!" ”

"He can't seem to answer!"