Turning clouds and rain, just four words. It's not hard to do, and it's not hard.

Hu Bing interpreted these four words with a smile.

The star-rated hotel flashed out in Hu Bing's smile, and the black pressed a crowd.

They swarmed like black ants, and in an instant they filled the hall.

Dark clouds overwhelm the city. The people who came were like dark clouds, little bald Ah Liang, but it was not that city yet.

Hu Bing stood opposite the little bald head, and there was secretary Xiao Li in the middle of them, as if across the Milky Way, and suddenly felt safe.

Secretary Xiao Li felt that something was wrong, stepped forward and flashed aside. Then he felt that it was not appropriate to stand, so he simply bent down, untied his shoelaces, and tied himself again.

The Milky Way between the little bald head Ah Liang and Hu Bing was taken away in this way, so even Ah Liang faced the whole dark cloud alone.

The heavens and the earth seemed to suddenly become dim, and the remaining light was Ah Liang's bald head.

The situation is not right, and the atmosphere is solemn.

"You say the Buddha would be angry too?" Hu Bing asked.

"Yes, but I'm talking about the Buddha, not me!" Ah Liang's voice trembled a little.

"How do I feel like I'm talking about yourself?" Hu Bing asked.

"Nonsense!" Ah Liang hurriedly retorted.

"Smack!" Hu Bing waved his hand and rewarded Ah Liang with a slap.

"You...... Why did you do it? Did I mess with you? Ah Liang covered his face and asked very aggrievedly.

"I'm sorry, my surname is Hu!" Hu Bing replied.

"Then why are you hitting me?" Ah Liang was aggrieved and confused.

Xiao Li, the secretary who was squatting and carrying it, stood up suddenly, leaned into Ah Liang's ear, and whispered: "You just said two words, one of which is Hu Zi!" ”

After speaking, the secretary Xiao Li squatted down again and continued to complete his business of tying shoes.

Ah Liang suddenly realized, and hurriedly arched his hand and apologized: "I'm sorry, it's my brother, I'm wrong, I'll accompany my eldest brother!" ”

Ah Liang's apologetic tone was pious, sincere, and full of sincerity.

"Smack!" Hu Bing slapped him again.

Ah Liang covered his face, aggrieved beyond measure, "No, why?" ”

Hu Bing smiled slightly, "I don't like to call a bald head a brother!" ”

Ah Liang held the two palm prints on his face, and roared angrily: "People who believe in God really can't be provoked, it's too strong!" ”

He said the most cowardly words in the most awesome tone.

Hu Bing suddenly jumped up and slapped Ah Liang's head, which was crisp.

Ah Liang trembled in pain, with tears in his eyes, and asked Hu Bing, "Why is this slap?" ”

"Lao Tzu Heavenly Dynasty people don't believe in the God of foreigners!" Hu Bing replied.

Ah Liang covered his head and nodded, tears sliding down, "I was wrong!" ”

Hu Bing waved his hand and was about to hit again, but Ah Liang hurriedly stopped him: "Sir, why is this?" ”

Hu Bing was stunned, and he didn't come up with a suitable reason, but he still gave Ah Liang a slap, "It's too late for you to admit your mistake!" ”

Ah Liang finally cried hysterically. Xiao Li, the secretary who was staring, suddenly conjured out a piece of paper as if he was playing a trick, and handed it to Ah Liang to wipe his nose.

Ah Liang took the paper and actually began to be polite, he said: "Thank you!" ”

Hu Bing felt that everything was boring. patted Ah Liang's round and bright bald head and said, "Don't be so ignorant next time!" ”

"Thank you, thank you......" Ah Liang said with tears in his eyes.

Hu Bing waved his hand, the crowd receded, and Hu Bing went upstairs.

Diao Deshan, who was wearing a security uniform, stood aside and laughed.

"You laugh at your father, dead security guard!" Ah Liang scolded loudly.

Diao Deshan frowned, "Hillbilly, look down on me?" ”

So, Diao Deshan clapped his hands, and the people who had retreated came back.

Ah Liang covered his bald head, tears raining down.

Diao Deshan didn't do anything, but just asked people to write three words with paint on Ah Liang's bald head.

"Hillbilly!"

When the paint dried, Ah Liang left the star hotel unscathed.

Ah Liang sat down on the Audi A6L again, gritting his toothpick, his whole body trembling.

Secretary Xiao Li took Ah Liang to wash his hair, and it took 600 yuan of shampoo to wash the paint off Ah Liang's head.

Leaving the barbershop, Ah Liang threatened the secretary and driver: "No one is allowed to say anything about this!" ”

Xiao Li and the driver promised at the same time that no one would say anything. But the next day, it spread throughout the Imperial Building.

Master Guangliang was furious, and the consequences were serious, and he threw off a teacup on the spot. When the teacup was broken, he remembered that it was the teacup he had brought himself, and he trembled with distress.

"The people of Yamashima City are so rude!" Master Guangliang scolded angrily.

Yang Zhongliang, the first person in the Imperial Mansion, couldn't help but remind: "Master Guangliang, they are not from Shandao City!" ”

Master Guangliang was even more angry, and he had to drop the teacup again, but he remembered that it was his cup when he held it in his hand.

Picked it up and put it down, and said angrily: "I'm talking about you!" ”

Yang Zhongliang is only dumb and eats Coptis chinensis, and he can't say anything about his suffering.

Master Guangliang wanted to see Qin Xianglin, and Yang Zhongliang had to facilitate this matter.

Under the unremitting efforts of Yang Zhongliang, the first person in the Imperial Building, and Feng Weimin, the second person, in the common struggle of the entire Imperial Building, Master Guangliang successfully met Qin Xianglin.

In a teahouse, Qin Xianglin was just sitting, with Wu Qingfeng on the left, Chu Renjie on the right, and Uncle Dong and Qian Dashan behind him.

Master Guangliang was dressed as if he was going to attend a grand puja, with Xiao Guang on the left and Ah Liang on the right. Strode in, looking radiant. Looking around at everyone, everyone had a disdainful attitude towards him.

This made Master Guangliang a little unhappy.

"Mida Buddha, the old man's name is Guangnan ......"

"If you have something to say, if you have a fart, let it go!" Wu Qingfeng drank coldly and interrupted Master Guangliang's words.

He has a litany of titles that he doesn't have time to say.

"I'm here to ask for someone, and if I don't have this person, I won't leave!" Master Guangliang said.

Qin Xianglin smiled faintly, got up and left.

"Hello?" Master Guangliang blocked Qin Xianglin's way, "It's too rude to treat the monks like this, right?" ”

"Hehe......" Qin Xianglin smiled faintly and said coldly: "Climb away!" ”

Master Guangliang felt unparalleled humiliation, suddenly took a step back, and shouted angrily: "The Buddha is not powerful, you think it is a bald donkey!" ”

While speaking, Master Guangliang took a breath of true breath and stepped on the floor of the teahouse with one kick.

"Oh? Can you do qigong? Qin Xianglin smiled faintly.

"I wanted to get along with you as an ordinary master, but I didn't expect the disrespect and ridicule that came down, I'm tired, I have a showdown, I'm a qigong master, people in the rivers and lakes call me a mixed yuan arhat, kneel down and kowtow, mortals!"

As Master Guangliang was speaking, he felt some soreness in his lower abdomen, and when he looked down, he saw that there was already a silver needle inserted in it.

This was followed by a crisp sound, "Poof! Master Guangliang began to fart uncontrollably.

"Huh? What's going on? Master Guangliang was taken aback and asked.

"Puff ......" again.

Qin Xianglin walked past Master Guangliang and waved his hand and slapped Master Guangliang on the shoulder.

An internal force hit it, and it shook Master Guangliang's spleen meridian to something wrong.

As a result, Master Guangliang began to have diarrhea.

"When people have diarrhea, they should never believe a fart!" This is a truth, but it is clear that Master Guangliang has never heard of it.

Because, he's still believing it's fart.

As a result, it turned out to be disgusting.

It turns out that the people in the rivers and lakes call the mixed yuan Arhat mixed yuan, which can be explained so disgustingly.

Qin Xianglin left the teahouse and saw two old men looking across the road.

The two old guys were holding the guzheng and were about to play the piano.

"The two opposite, are they blind?" Qin Xianglin asked.

"A song of liver and intestines is broken, where can I find a soulmate at the end of the world?" One of the blind men replied.

"Mr. Qin, do you want to listen to a song? Don't want money! The other blind man replied.

"Okay!" Qin Xianglin replied.

The two of them bent their knees and were about to sit down in the air, but they heard a cold voice from behind:

"Better not move!"

Then the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against their backs.

"Blind people don't come out to sing, go to a school for the disabled to be a teacher!" Qin Xianglin replied.

As a result, the two blind men's zither was smashed, their fingers were snatched and scrapped, and they were later sent to a nursing home.

Qin Xianglin was walking on the street, and Hou Delong called.

Hou Delong's tone on the phone was anxious, and he said, "Grandpa, Jin Wuyan was rescued!" ”

Qin Xianglin was stunned for a moment, "Could it be that there are still masters?" ”