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Tang Lingyi frowned and said, "I don't know very well, I'll just ask Grandma when I'm free!" After speaking, the figure disappeared outside the door.

Ren Piaoping is already a screen in front of her, the one who is now called Zhao Ruping, the one who is called her uncle, and the one who is Zhao Hongyun's father. Ren Piaoping muttered silently in her heart: Zhao Ruping...... Such as screen...... Ruping...... Ping'er ...... Ping'er ...... I can't help but feel gloomy, isn't this the homonym of the word 'Ping' in my name?

Ren Piaoping's thoughts are like a tide at this moment, a wave has not stopped, and another wave is coming. Isn't it great that he has been holding back Zhao Hongyun for so many years, and that he is in love with Fluttershy and Ping'er, and that he is the real victim, and that he is the one who hurt Zhao Hongyun.

A wave did not retreat, a wave rose again, Ren Piaoping's eyes suddenly were the night before the Dragon Boat Festival eight years ago, the moon was very bright that night, the golden yellow of the rape flowers all over the mountains under the moon that night was particularly beautiful, the two of them lay side by side in the field with the rich fragrance of rape flowers, and the two of them were running and flying kites while drinking wine in the evening, so the rape flowers were accompanied by the smell of wine, and the faint smell of wine was chaotic.

That night, Ouyang Xiaodie, with hibiscus, moth eyebrows and bright teeth, pink and white, and black was too beautiful, Ren Fluttering couldn't stop getting close to Ouyang Xiaodie, and the faint fragrance of orchids came to her nose, drunk, drunk flowers or drunk, Ren Wandering was already indistinguishable, and he became rough and wild with his blood gushing, Ouyang Fluttershy didn't have a trace of resistance, as if he was going to give himself to Ren Wandering Ping......

Ren Wandering shook her head violently, but she couldn't get rid of it, with Ouyang Xiaodie's beautiful and seductive carcass in front of her eyes and Ouyang Xiaodie's coquettish moaning in her ears...... There is also a touch of lingering red hidden deep in the bottom of my heart......

Suddenly, someone nudged Ren Wanderer's shoulder and said, "Brother Ren, what are you thinking?"

Ren Wandering looked back and saw that it was Tang Ling, and couldn't help but smile and said, "It's nothing! Breakfast is ready?"

Tang Ling snorted and said, "I didn't think about anything, the ghost just believed! Okay, everyone is waiting for you! Let's go!"

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It's three o'clock, Egret Island.

Autumn is crisp, the sky is clear, a group of egrets above the Egret Island are hovering and flying with a loud chirp, and occasionally four or five suddenly swoop down and land on the sand around the lush hill in the center of the Egret Island, but they do not make a stop, and they rush up to the sky with a hula and a shout.

On the silver-white and soft sand to the east of Egret Continent, there are already some small sects on the rivers and lakes gathered in groups, and there are some martial arts people who seem to be bodyguards, bustling and chattering, not losing to those egrets at all: "Do you say that our dignified China will lose to Korea and Japan?" "Of course not, Han Xiaozi's predecessors were more than enough to have one pair of three!" "The old man may not see, Han Xiaozi has died a long time ago, and there is no one in Middle Earth now!" "What! Today's Shaolin Temple abbot Master Zhiyuan has won the mantle of the previous head of Master Qingwu, with profound skills and outstanding martial arts, and he will definitely not disgrace us in Middle-earth!"

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard a voice in stiff Chinese: "The abbot of Shaolin Temple has gone crazy!"

Everyone was shocked and looked at the voice, but they saw a group of people coming from the northwest, all of them wearing Oriental samurai uniforms, wearing Oriental swords at their waists, and their hands crossed on their chests.

Everyone was indignant when they saw this, but they dared not speak out. At this time, an old man stepped out from the crowd, but saw his gorgeous hair and sideburns, about his early fifties, wearing a pair of ear-hugging shoes, and said vigorously on his arms, and sneered: "Everyone has it these days! I'm afraid that the person who says that the abbot of Shaolin Temple is crazy is really crazy" The old man spoke in a thick Shaanxi Guanzhong accent, and his voice was like a bell, and he was afraid that the entire Egret Continent could hear it.

As soon as the old man spoke, a burst of enthusiastic voices erupted in the crowd, and some people recognized the old man and said loudly: "It turned out to be the old hero of the wind in the wind of the 'Shenwei Dart Bureau' in Guanzhong, well said! Well said!"

As he spoke, a gust of wind swept on the river, the wind had risen, and the blue sky and white clouds surged, as if thousands of troops had won the order to gather above the Egret Island.

In the blink of an eye, the group of Oriental people had already arrived in front of the wind in the sky, and the Japanese who spoke with a stiff accent was Fukuda, but when he heard the wind in the sky, everyone laughed, but he couldn't understand the Guanzhong dialect, and he knew that it was definitely not a good word, and he frowned at Yan Batian, who was wearing a snow-white samurai uniform today, Yan Batian was silent, because Tanaka Zhengjian had already said coldly: "Fukuda-kun, this friend seems to say that you are crazy!"

Now Fukuda understood, and immediately became angry, roared, and shouted angrily: "Eight Ge Yalu!" The right hand wiped to the waist, and there was already an extra knife in his hand, the knife of the Muramasa Demon Knife! Hold the handle of the knife with both hands, sprint five steps, a touch of snow light rises to meet the sun and hangs directly on the right shoulder of Feng Zhongtian, Feng Zhongtian is waiting to be recruited, and then suddenly rushed out of a man in his thirties with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a proud face, it is Li Renlong, the dart head of the Shenwei Dart Bureau, only to hear Li Renlong shout: "Old man Feng, this dish is handed over to me!" Li Renlong made the knife, the nine-ring knife, the knife up, and the block from the bottom to the top slashed out, bringing up a string of pleasant jingle bells of nine steel rings colliding.

Feng Zhongtian took a step back, but the jingle bell suddenly broke off, and at the same time Li Renlong's nine-ring knife was broken, Li Renlong was stunned for a moment, Futian did not wait for the knife to be exhausted, and the backhand knife was oblique 70 degrees to Li Renlong's chest, Li Renlong's eyes bulged out, and the blood was already surging in his chest, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

Everyone was shocked in their hearts, and they couldn't help but secretly take a breath of cool air, and someone whispered: "Good knife!" "This knife technique is so fast!"

"Renlong!" the wind immediately shouted. Along with Feng Zhongtian, there were also Feng Zhongtian's only son, Feng Yulai, and Qian Wanli, the dart head who looked like a scholar, also shouted in pain: "Brother Li!" "Brother Renlong!"

When Feng Zhongtian was still bending down to check Li Renlong, Qian Wanli, who looked like a scholar, had already pulled out a soft weapon from his bulging waist - a nine-section whip, and the nine-section whip was a faint shadow, whistling and spinning around the neck of Futian who was laughing at the knife, and the stunned wind and rain came to a pair of palms like a fan and patted Futian's waist at the same time.

Of course, Fukuda understood that it was difficult for the knife to cut off the soft weapon of the nine-section whip, and the nine-section whip was already less than a foot from his neck, but Fukuda did not dodge or dodge, but the wind and rain came from the wind and rain, and the wind swept the corners of his black and white samurai uniform, and he still did not move.

At this moment, Yan Batian was trimming his delicate nails with the Muramasa Demon Knife, the slender knife danced on the slender nails, and the figure of Futian reflected by the snowy blade suddenly disappeared in an instant, in broad daylight, in a cloud of white mist.

Dressed in a wide black samurai uniform, Tanaka Massaken looked at the river quietly, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

The wind is surging, on the wide river, a colorful painting boat is rushing towards Bailuzhou, Tanaka Zhengjian's resolute mouth under the nose skimmed out a touch of disdain, and in the corner of his eye, he saw two painting boats distributed on both sides of the colorful painting boat fifty meters away to chase the waves in the direction of Bailuzhou.