As the sun sets, Cangshan is crossed with a unique layer of orange red.

Halfway up a peak in Kunlun Mountain, Mo Xiaobai leisurely leaned on an old locust tree and took a nap.

In the open space not far from him, one tall and one short, one old and one young, were practicing swords.

Each of them holds a sword, or split, or tease, or stab, or cut, or cut, or hook, or point, or pick, the moves are varied, and the movements are light and dexterous, like two butterflies wearing flowers.

Sweat soaked their clothes, and the setting sun stretched their shadows for a long time......

After a long time, the sun set in the western mountains, and the light veil of the night unconsciously covered everything on the mountain, and the two of them called it a day.

"Ping'er, take a break." Zhuo Feifei wiped the sweat on his face, and looked at Han Ping'er's eyes full of satisfaction, "What the teacher awarded you today is the last three moves of Kunlun's peerless Taiqing swordsmanship, this swordsmanship has a total of twelve moves, each move has three styles, and it is performed as thirty-six styles, which seems to be ordinary and ordinary, but in fact it is complicated and cumbersome, varied, interlocking, and exquisite, you must practice diligently in the future." ”

"You are gifted and intelligent, and your understanding is excellent, but remember not to be arrogant, the way of martial arts, such as sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, you don't want to waste your talent because of laziness and slackness."

"Yes, remember ......," Han Ping'er said respectfully.

"In addition to the martial arts, the chess skills taught by the master ancestor, the piano skills taught by the second master, the calligraphy skills taught by the third master, and the painting skills taught by the fourth master must also be practiced diligently!" Zhuo Feifei saw that Han Ping'er had a good attitude, nodded with satisfaction, looked at Lao Huai in the distance, and said with emotion: "Master has a saying, life is also a river and lake, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are broad and profound, you study and understand more, it will also be of great benefit to the way of practicing martial arts." ”

"Follow Master's teachings." Han Ping'er's little head kept nodding his head, and seeing that Zhuo Feifei was going to continue to speak, he stepped forward and hugged his arm, and shook it: "The apprentice knows!" Don't say it, don't say it, I won against my ancestor yesterday! ”

Zhuo Feifei was stunned, looked surprised, and said, "Master let you have four sons?" ”

"One son, only one son, and it was his old man who started it."

"Don't lie to me?"

"Really, Master, you promised me that after learning the Taiqing Sword Technique, you can accompany the Third Master to Jiangzhou City."

"Okay, okay, tomorrow afternoon, Xiong Rulin, the head of the Jiangzhou Chengping Wei Dart Bureau, will hold a 60th birthday banquet, and invite the heroes of the rivers and lakes, and my Kunlun faction is also invited, so you and the third master Bi Chong will go."

The two of them walked towards the mountain, their figures getting smaller and smaller, and their voices getting softer and softer......

Mo Xiaobai looked at all this and opened the character panel.

Investment figure: Han Ping'er, a villager in Niujia Village

Character Experience:

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[On January 6, 1355, Han Ping'er worshiped under Zhuo Feifei, the second generation of the Kunlun School's eldest disciple. 】

[In July 1355, Zhuo Feifei awarded Han Ping'er "Taiqing Heart Method", and he was brave and diligent at the beginning of practice, cultivating to the third layer, and storing dantian with internal strength, pure and strong, shocking to heaven. 】

[In August 1355, Han Ling'er cultivated the "Taiqing Heart Method" to the third layer, and his internal strength was further strengthened. 】

[In September 1355, Zhuo Feifei awarded Han Ping'er the "Taiqing Sword Technique". 】

[In December 1355, the head of the Kunlun faction why not teach Han Ping'er the Kunlun sword, this sword is three feet three inches long, the net weight is six catties and three taels, the cold iron is the bone, the hair is short, and the iron is like mud! 】

[In March 1356, the head of the Kunlun faction, why not teach Han Ping'er chess skills and teach "Tiangang Zhang". 】

[In August 1356, Han Ping'er Tiangang was in charge of Xiaocheng. 】

[In January 1357, Han Linglong, a second-generation disciple of the Kunlun School, taught Han Ping'er Qin Yi and taught the body method "Cloud Dragon Nine Abysses". 】

[In September 1357, Han Ping'er Yunlong Jiuyuan Xiaocheng, the piano art was completed. 】

[In October 1357, Han Linglong awarded Han Ping'er the famous piano "phoenix tail", this piano is beautiful and exquisite, the shape is full, the lacquer is bright red, and it is cast by sycamore wood. 】

[In February 1358, Bi Chong, a second-generation disciple of the Kunlun School, taught Han Ping'er calligraphy and taught the "Earth Fist". 】

[In August 1358, Han Ping'er made a fist. 】

[In October 1358, Han Ping'er became a calligrapher, and Bi Chong gave four famous pens - "Dragon Whisker", "Linjiao", "Seal Heaven" and "Yuanfeng". 】

[In March 1359, Hua, the second-generation disciple of the Kunlun School, taught Han Ping'er the art of painting and taught the "Fallen Leaf Leg Method". 】

[In August 1359, Han Ping'er deciduous leg method was small, and the painting art was small. 】

[In July 1360, Han Ping'er practiced Taiqing swordsmanship with Master Zhuo Zhuo, and finally became a success! 】

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As mentioned in the character experience, after the battle with Bianle Mountain at the mountain gate, it didn't take long for Zhuo Feifei to accept Han Ping'er as an apprentice, perhaps because of guilt, or because the child was lively and cute, everyone in the Kunlun faction was particularly fond of this little guy who entered the mountain gate, why not teach him chess skills and palm skills, Zhuo Feifei taught him Taiqing Heart Sutra and Taiqing swordsmanship, Han Linglong taught him piano skills and body skills, Bi Chong, the master of the Discipline Hall, taught his techniques and boxing techniques, and Hua taught him painting and leg methods.

This can be regarded as an all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical beauty.

This practice is five years, and in five years, Han Ping'er has grown from the original hairy child to a half-sized guy, the age has reached eleven years old, and his height has increased from 100 cm to 160 cm!

Not only proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also the various martial arts taught by the masters, because of the demonic talent, they can always quickly comprehend the essence of each study and master it in the shortest time.

At this moment, he is a dusty pearl, and once the cover is gone, it will surely bloom brightly.

On the second day, when the sky was bright, Han Ping'er was dressed neatly, carrying a small satchel, and stood in front of the third master Bi Chong with anticipation.

In the past five years, he has never gone down the mountain for half a step, and he has been practicing hard and studying hard every day, but the days of the mountain gate are boring after all, children are happy by nature, and they often hear everyone in the door say how prosperous Jiangzhou City is, this time with the opportunity to go to Jiangzhou City, it is naturally full of expectations.

While he was waiting, Bi Chong finally went out, a little surprised when he saw Han Ping'er, and then understood his impatient mood.

However, the two of them still had breakfast in the mountain gate, said goodbye to the brothers, and then went out.

Jiangzhou City is not far from the Kunlun faction, only hundreds of miles away, the two went down the mountain, found a fast horse at the post station, galloped all the way, and arrived at Jiangzhou City at noon, and Mo Xiaobai has been following closely and has never left.

Jiangzhou City is a famous big city within a radius of thousands of miles, with a large population and many sects, if it encounters a wedding or funeral, it is even more lively.

How could Han Ping'er, who had just entered Jiangzhou City, ever seen such a scene?

He urinated with his parents in Niujia Village, and then came to Kunlun Mountain Kunlun School because he was chased and killed by Bianle Mountain, and stayed for five years.

The streets are full of people, and the vendors on both sides of the road are selling their goods, the meat buns are fragrant, the crispy meat is golden in color, and there are those strange and good-looking gadgets, which opened Han Ping'er's eyes.

"Ping'er, don't look at it, after attending the birthday banquet of Mr. Xiong's darthead, the third master will take you to take a good walk around this Jiangzhou City."

"Really?" Han Ping'er's eyes lit up, and she pointed to the paper luan in the distance and said, "Then I want to buy the paper luan in the shape of a big bird." ”

Bi Chong turned his head to look and saw a tall man holding a large pile of paper luans in his hand for sale, and what Han Ping'er was referring to was one of the paper luans in the style of a Dapeng bird.

"Okay, it's all up to you." Bi Chong said.

Then, he took Han Ping'er and walked towards the Pingwei Dart Bureau not far away.

But Mo Xiaobai didn't follow, but stopped in place, frowning.

This guy who sells paper luans is weird, in this Jiangzhou City, the people he sees and meets, the light of his life is all ordinary, but the light of this person's life is different from ordinary people, although it is not as dazzling as Han Ping'er, but it is also as bright as a star, which obviously does not match his identity as a seller.

However, Han Ping'er and Zhuo Feifei had already gone away, and Mo Xiaobai didn't study it in detail, but just memorized the name "Ding Mian" floating on his head, and chased after Han Ping'er.

The 60th birthday of Xiong Rulin, the head of the Pingwei Dart Bureau, is scheduled at noon, although there is still more than an hour before the birthday banquet begins, but there are many people in the courtyard of the Dart Bureau, in addition to the Kunlun and Qingcheng two top sects, there are also second-rate sects on the rivers and lakes such as the Beggars Gang, the Tang Sect, and the Bashan Sect to celebrate the birthday, as for the third-rate sects such as the Bagua Gate, the Big Dao Gang, and the Five Lakes Sect, there are countless of them.

In the courtyard, the fire trees and silver flowers, the lanterns are colorful, and the bright red carpet is spread from the door to the living room, which is extremely festive and grand.

After Bi Chong took Han Ping'er to greet a group of good Jianghu sects, he entered the living room and sat down, and the food that the host's family had put on the table in advance was for the guests to taste.

……

An hour later, a group of people walked into the living room, led by a tiger with a bear on his back, wearing a bright red dart uniform in the standard of the Pingwei Dart Bureau, which was Xiong Rulin, the head of the Pingwei Dart Bureau.

Xiong Rulin?

Mo Xiaobai looked at the name on this guy's head, and saw that the light of his life was dim, and he expected that this birthday banquet would probably not be simple.

"Brothers, I have been delayed for a while because of some trivial matters, Xiong is late, forgive your sins!" Although Xiong Rulin is older, he walks with a tiger, and there is no sign of old age.

He clasped his fists and saluted to the guests, then strode to the center of the living room, and said: "I'm ashamed to say that my Pingwei Dart Bureau is just a non-mainstream sect in the rivers and lakes, and my chest is just a non-popular figure in the rivers and lakes, and I am really ashamed to have so many friends from all over the world come today." ”

"Mr. Xiong is humble."

"Yes, who doesn't know the name of Mr. Xiong's dart head now, he has taken a dart one hundred and thirty-eight times in his life, and he has never missed!"

"I heard that Mr. Xiong's dart head was entrusted with a trip to the Liuhe Dart Bureau and the Longmen Dart Bureau a year ago, and hundreds of dart masters were mobilized, what kind of treasure was transported?"

Xiong Rulin was stunned for a moment, his tiger eyes swept to the last person to speak, his eyes were cold, and then he laughed and said: "It's all about supporting the family, just eating together, thanks to your love, I am a rough person of a certain level, I don't have much to say about beauty, everyone eats and drinks well." ”

"Good!"

"Good!"

All factions suddenly promised, and they pushed the cup to change the lamp for a while, so it was not lively.

The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors.

At the first table, Han Ping'er tugged on Zhuo Feifei's sleeve and whispered: "Third Master, I've finished eating, accompany me to buy paper luanbei." ”

At this time, Bi Chongzheng and the Qingcheng faction blushed and had a thick neck, and said, "Ping'er, wait a little longer, when the second master pours this guy down, I will accompany you out." ”

"No, I'm going now."

"Otherwise, you will go out for a walk first, and wait for me at the entrance of the land temple in the city after buying paper luan?"

"Okay, thank you, Second Master." Han Ping'er immediately nodded in agreement, and then ran out of the living room without looking back.

And not long after Han Ping'er left, everyone didn't notice that more than 20 masked men in black with their faces covered in black were holding sharp blades and quietly sneaked into the Pingwei Dart Bureau.

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"Uncle, how do you sell this sugar gourd?"

"Sanwen money, kid, do you have any money? Why don't you call your family over? ”

"If you have money, it's all the money given by the masters." Han Ping'er patted the satchel on her waist, took out three coins from it, handed them to the vendor who sold sugar gourds, and then walked to the next stall selling flower cakes.

"Grandpa, how much does the flower cake cost?"

"Five cents, little friend, where are the adults in your family?"

"Master is drinking in the Pingwei Dart Bureau, Nuo, give you ......" Han Ping'er took out the coin from his shoulder bag again and handed it out.

What he didn't know was that the bulging satchel that he was leaning on his body had been targeted by a man with a meaty face next to him, and the guy made a color at a goatee not far away, and the two followed Han Ping'er all the way.

Zhang Tu? Zhao Chen?

These two guys are sneaky guys, every move is in full view of Mo Xiaobai, he looked at the almost extinguished light of fate on these two guys with some amusement, and followed so unhurriedly.

Han Ping'er, who was unaware of the danger coming, held a sugar gourd in his hand and turned around the entire Jiangzhou City, but no matter how he searched and inquired, he couldn't find the vendor who sold paper luans before.

"Little doll, what are you looking for?" Zhang Tu saw the right time, strode in front of Han Ping'er, and said.

Facing Zhang Tu, who suddenly appeared in front of him with a sideways face, Han Ping'er took two steps back in fear.

"Are you looking for the uncle who sells paper luan?" Zhang Tu said.

"Do you know where he is?"

"I know, my uncle just saw him, but what a beautiful paper luan, you follow your uncle, and your uncle will take you there."

"Big spider, big centipede, tell you, uncle was a master of paper luans when he was young." While Zhang Tu spoke, he turned around and strode forward, took a few big steps, turned his head, saw that Han Ping'er was still in place, and said, "Hurry up, it's too late to go and the paper luan will be sold out." ”

Han Ping'er hesitated for a long time, but decided to follow and take a look, the two walked in front of them, kept their distance and followed behind, and soon came to a remote alley.

The alley was dark and narrow, dark and dark, and the towering walls on both sides blocked the sun's rays, like the maws of a beast about to devour people.

"What about the uncle who sells paper luan?"