Seeing Fairy Han's experience, Feng Zhiping was embarrassed to tell his partners, it was too embarrassing.

You Shuang'er didn't do it, and after some coercion and temptation, the helpless Feng Zhiping could only reveal a little, which aroused the girl's greater curiosity.

"What do you see?" The warm girl blinked her big shining eyes, looking cute, but in Feng Zhiping's eyes, she was very hateful.

"Your master praised me, saying that it took me 'only, only' less than half an hour to get rid of the illusion. ”

That's the point!

Feng Zhiping particularly hard bites the words to emphasize, hoping that the girl can focus on the right place.

"Uh-huh, got it. The girl waved her hand impatiently, her big eyes continuing to flicker with curiosity, "Tell me, what did you see?"

Feng Zhi was angry, and glared at the friends who were smiling silently next to him, especially the "cheap righteous brother" who resented the monk, the dead bald donkey not only smiled but also stood a lot closer, with a posture that refused to miss an ear, so angry that he almost pulled out his sword and cut his robe.

"I see that you are getting old, your hair is all white, your teeth are gone, and your face is full of folds like oily bean skin, yes, the dry kind, yes, you are still fat, and I am three thick at the top of your waist. ”

After Feng Zhiping finished speaking, he ran away, counting three numbers in his heart.

"Feng, no, Ping, I'll kill you!"

Sure enough, after three breaths, a certain woman's roar was deafening.

Looking back, Feng Zhiping shook his head and sighed secretly, why doesn't Xiao Nizi have a long memory, how many times have you said don't be lucky to do it directly, why can't you remember?

is still a cold girl's spirit, never suffers, only makes others suffer, the most valuable thing is that she never talks much, and there is no need to "train her legs" with her today.

After turning around a few times, getting rid of the silly girl, Feng Zhiping walked to the only tavern in the mine with his hands behind his back.

As soon as he was injured, he had already sat down, and he was eating and drinking at this time, and when he saw him enter the door, Lao Dong immediately beckoned Xiao Er to add a stool to his side, and patted him vigorously.

"Come and sit!"

Feng Zhiping was not polite, squeezed over and sat down, took the wine bowl pushed by Lao Dong and took a sip, and then looked at the resentment on the other side.

The great monk has a special identity, and his reputation is far and wide, plus he is not familiar with it, Zhao Kang and others are in awe, and their words are quite restrained, and they are somewhat cold inadvertently.

And the resentment himself didn't care, no one talked to him, he quietly listened to others, others drank with him, the atmosphere was a little warmer, and when Feng Zhiping sat down, his cheeks were already red, his mouth was full of wine, and the peanut shells in front of him were piled up into a hill, Feng Zhiping also saw the oil stains left by the suspected pig's head meat in his plate, and couldn't help but show weird eyes.

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines?"

The monk grinned and said, "There is wine, but no meat, and the yellow calendar says that it is not suitable to kill today." ”

Feng Zhiping bared his teeth and said no more, Ma Liu, who was on the other side, came to his senses, took over the conversation and poked his head over: "I wanted to ask just now, master, are you not afraid of being punished by the temple for such a drinking method?"

"Why did you punish me?" asked rhetorically, without waiting for Ma Liu's answer, he continued to talk to himself, "As the saying goes, 'wine is the essence of food', we are compassionate as monks, and we naturally have to take care of things that have become essences, so as not to harm others, drinking it is overspending it, what is wrong?"

If it weren't for the red on his cheeks that ruined the atmosphere, anyone who saw it would have to boast that he was a good monk.

But that's enough.

Ma Liu was stunned on the spot, as calm as Zhao Kang couldn't hold back, a sip of wine sprayed on the opposite Yu Daring's face, the rough man was stunned, and he didn't know whether it was the wine spray or the shock.

Feng Zhiping glanced to the side, Lao Dong's eyes were shining, and he couldn't stop looking up and down as if he wanted to reacquaint himself with the grudge, and then he looked at other people about the same, he couldn't help but smile in his heart, picked up the bowl and took another sip.

After a while, Zhao Kang ignored Yu Boldly returned to his senses, calmly wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth as if he had done nothing, and poured a sea bowl back in front of Youren.

"Diancang, Zhao Kang. ”

Before he could speak, another big hand came over with a full bowl, and Lao Dong said with a big grin: "My surname is Dong, they all call me Lao Dong, and they are all out of the same place, and they respect the master for a bowl." ”

Next, the other three hands also stretched out, and in the sea bowl, Xu Hao's small wine cup was a little dazzling.

The grudge smiled and blossomed, and he didn't shirk it, he simply didn't use the bowl, he directly picked up a wine jar and hugged it in his arms, and saluted it: "The little monk is resentful, the Dharma is still shallow, you can call me directly for grudges, don't mention the word master again." Meet here today, the little monk is very fortunate, I salute you a cup, see you in the future, and hope to take care of it. ”

After a series of cooing sounds, the wine jar fell down the tree, and not a drop was left.

"Okay! Master massive, bold enough, I'll accompany you!"

In the distressed eyes of the shopkeeper, Lao Dong threw away the wine bowl and picked up a wine jar to dry.

The others were not so arrogant, they only drank the wine in the toast, and after drinking, the atmosphere was completely warm.

"Master, are you really a monk?" asked Yu boldly wiping his mouth.

Resentment nodded with a smile: "It's like a fake." ”

Yu Daring sighed deeply: "You are the most unlike monk I have ever seen, and you are also the most drinkable monk." ”

He smiled resentfully: "My master said the same thing." ”

Thinking of Xinhong Zen Master, everyone immediately laughed, they all thought differently how Songshan Temple could accept such a disciple, and they also worshiped under the most old-fashioned Xinhong Zen Master.

"What about the rumors about you and the Falling Moon View?" Ma Liu asked curiously, "Everyone in the rivers and lakes said that you fell in love with a sister-in-law of the Falling Moon View, so you are entangled, is it true?"

One sentence also hooked Feng Zhiping's curiosity, which was also something he had always wanted to know.

The resentment was not embarrassed at all, and after a little thought, he said: "There are some discrepancies in the rumors in the rivers and lakes, but in general, it is true." ”

"He confessed!" Xu Hao was stunned, and the others were also surprised, the ghost could have thought that the great monk would admit it so happily.

Isn't he afraid of being beaten to death by his master?

"But are you a monk? Can a monk get married?" Yu Daring was extremely confused, he still had this common sense.

Grumbling shrugged: "What's wrong with this, I'll be vulgar when the time comes." "Search

"!" Yu Daring couldn't help but burst into foul language, looking at the monk with the same eyes as looking at a ghost, but soon turned to worship.

Lao Dong sighed heavily, picked up another jar of wine, slapped the table heavily and gave a thumbs up: "Cow!

"The little monk accompanies you. ”

There was a cooing sound on the left and a right, and Feng Zhiping was sandwiched in the middle, a little dumbfounded.

This monk can drink so much?

Isn't it that you're suffocated on weekdays, and you're drunk, right?

After a few words, the relationship between everyone became even more familiar, and they asked all the questions that they could and couldn't ask with the strength of the wine.

The grudge is very cool, and he doesn't take it seriously, he can say it openly, and he doesn't mention anything about privacy and the secrecy of his master, and his neat personality has really won a lot of goodwill, even Zhao Kang, a guy who pretends to be a forced person, has put down his figure, pushed the cup and changed the lamp for a long time, and occasionally looked at Shangfeng Zhiping's gaze, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was meaningful.

Feng Zhiping rolled his eyes secretly, and secretly said that this guy must have thought too much, and he was indeed like-minded in swearing with a grudge, without any utilitarian thoughts.

However, with Zhao Kang's character, it is better not to explain it, and the more you explain, the darker it becomes.

All the people present were martial artists, chatting and chatting, and the topic quickly naturally turned to martial arts.

From the move skills to the experience of the internal method, and then to the blades used, Feng Zhiping suddenly woke up, and finally remembered a serious problem that was ignored in the back of his mind for a while.

"Where are my blades?"

The scene was quiet, the atmosphere instantly cooled down, and no one looked at the sky to drink, and the prince felt a sigh in his heart.

"I said, everyone, where is my blade?" Feng Zhiping's voice trembled, "You won't bring it out, right?"

can't dodge, can only say, Lao Dong sighed, and said very sympathetically: "After you disappeared that day, there was a violent aftershock, and it was too late to escape, and your blade really couldn't take care of it." ”

Understandable, but ...

"Didn't bring any of them out?" Feng Zhiping wanted to cry, "Don't even have a dagger?"

"Well, not a single one. Zhao Kang put down the wine bowl and took over the conversation, "Shuang'er wanted to bring it, but Meng Pengcheng of the Salt Gang didn't let it." Listening to him, if he hadn't forced him, Shuang'er would not have left, insisting on staying where he was and digging you out, we would all be afraid to hear it. ”

Feng Zhiping was stunned, he knew that Shuang'er had made a lot of efforts to find him, but he never expected that girl would be stupid to such an extent, and his heart was sour and warm.

Ma Liu looked left and right, leaned over and said in a playful voice: "Brother, listen to our advice, if the things outside the body are gone, they will be gone, let this matter pass, don't be in front of the sisters." You don't know how desperately she worked to find you, she spent most of the past few months under the mine, and if it weren't for Lord Han Shan, she wouldn't come up at all. We see these things in our eyes, and other people also see them, and the whole mine is now very painful to that girl, and they all say that she is the most infatuated woman in the world, and if you annoy her, be careful that there is no good fruit to eat. Although those miners are ordinary people, they can't beat you, and you can't throw an egg or dung while you're not paying attention, you don't have a trick at all, you have to have a number in your heart. ”

"Then you didn't stop me just now!" Feng Zhiping almost didn't cry, he had the heart to eat people.

Knowing this, he wouldn't provoke the girl here if he killed him, and he walked her around the mine like a dog.

Ma Liu also found that he was a little too scared, and hurriedly comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, flirting and scolding, it's normal, the people here are not stupid, they won't misunderstand." ”

Seeing that Feng Zhiping was still drooping his head, his eyes rolled and he remembered something, leaned over and leaned over to him and whispered: "Good news for you, a while ago, the sect sent someone to send a sword, which was received by the master of clothes, and then handed it over to Shuang'er sister." ”

"Sword, what..."A thought crossed his mind, Feng Zhiping's eyes burst into essence, and he asked in a dry voice, "What grade is that sword?"

Ma Liu shook his head: "I don't know much about this." ”

"Prefecture-level inferior products. After Zhao Kang finished speaking, he picked up the wine bowl and drank it unhurriedly.

"Really?!" Feng Zhiping was overjoyed.

"How do you know?" wondered Ma Liu.

Zhao Kang squinted his eyes and smiled arrogantly: "I don't know anything? Is this son comparable to a group of rough men of you? Not only do I know that the sword is ground-level, but I also know that it has both gold and water spirituality, and it was originally intended to be given to the uneven, because the uneven was missing, so the master of the clothes was in charge and handed the sword to Shuang'er as your relic. ”

"In other words, she was treated as your widow, how about it, isn't it happy?" Zhao Kang looked at Feng Zhiping and smiled very thiefly.

Feng Zhiping was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, five thunders thundered, and only a toothache was left after the shock.

Ground-level inferior sword!

That's the sect that owes itself more than a year to a prefecture-level inferior sword!

I didn't even look at it, but it was treated as a relic and fell into the hands of the two girls, and the widow, the young master pulled the little hand, this is considered a widow?

What a man!

Okay, you must have a pit in your brain!

Feng Zhiping's chin rested on the table, with a sad face.

I knew this was the case, and I only went to provoke the double girls when I was full.

It's good now, the current world is coming quickly, and some of them are coaxed, and I don't know how much effort and effort it takes.

Alas, why is the young master's life so bitter?

"Brother Monk, what do you say I should do?" Feng Zhiping asked blankly.

He looked at it happily, smiled when he heard the words, and said softly: "Amitabha, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and the donor brother will be relieved." ”

Feng Zhiping was dissatisfied, and said angrily: "Can you say something useful?"

The resentment thought about it seriously, and said the Buddha in a heavy voice: "Wealth goes to people's happiness, and the donor's brother mourns." ”

Feng Zhiping: ......

"Master, you have to pay for this table of wine yourself. ”

Hidden bitterness:......