Chapter 3 Have you ever seen a demon talk about the moral principles of the world?
The people in the wine shop were shocked.
The waiter held the teapot in his left hand and the tea bowl in his right hand. He trembled and almost knocked the bowl.
Killing people in the street? Are they still killing officers and soldiers?
Does that kid know what he did?
And what is the weapon in his hand?
A glass square plate with a more exquisite shape that shines in the sun.
Where did this idiot come from?
What should I do if I hit someone with this and broke the baby?
Chu Pingsheng didn’t know what they were thinking, and even if he knew, he wouldn’t care. Pinxixi 9.9 free shipping, good reviews on receipt, and a two-yuan red envelope for cashback. It’s a popular product. What a scumbag. .
"A conscientious seller."
He sighed in a low voice, wiped the blood on the ashtray on the bald golden soldier, and was about to get the stolen glass when he heard an exclamation from behind him. , and then the sound of trampling footsteps.
“Go to hell!”
With a loud shout, my heart felt cold, and the cold wind in February poured into the sweater, swishing into my waist.
Chu Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, then stood up and turned around, meeting the astonished gaze of another golden soldier. The ferocious look on his face was quickly being swallowed up by the confusion in his heart.
How could it be?
What did I do?
Why is he so hard?
The knife clearly hit the young man's back and his clothes were torn, but there was no sign of injury at all.
And the scimitar in my hand was just sharpened yesterday. Cutting a person is as effortless as cutting a watermelon. Now the blade has a big hole?
"Ah..."
After all, he was someone who had been on the battlefield. The golden soldier quickly reacted, his face blankly receded, and his ferocity reappeared. He roared, held the handle of the knife with both hands and stabbed him. Chu Pingsheng felt a knot in his heart.
There is no blood spurting, no feeling of penetration into the flesh, the tip of the knife only penetrates a little and then cannot go in again.
I tie.
I'll tie it again.
I still prick.
Three times in a row, the tip of the knife was bent. The boy opposite just looked at him, looking at him, and still looking at him.
Is this still a human being?
The people in the wine shop looked blankly at Jin Bing, who seemed to be performing a one-man show.
"Is it enough? Do you want to prick it again?" Chu Pingsheng asked.
"..."
"Then it's my turn."
With a whimper, the ashtray hit Jin Bing's head in the painful eyes of the two merchants, but he was balder than the one in front. Fortunately, the leather helmet flew out, but the force was relieved and he did not see the King of Hell immediately.
Poof.
Jin Bing threw away the knife, bent his knees, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed like pounding garlic.
"Young hero, spare your life, grandpa, please spare your life. I made a mistake. I don't dare to do it anymore. I don't dare to do it anymore."
He thought he had met a martial arts master.
Chu Pingsheng rubbed the ashtray: "Where are the horses?"
"Over there...the two horses over there..."
Chu Pingsheng followed his direction. Looking at it, two muscular black-maned horses were tied under a poplar tree less than ten meters in front of them on the left.
"Where's the money?"
Jin Bing quickly took out the money bag tied to his waist and poured out a few pieces of silver, only three or four taels, which was not enough.
Chu Pingsheng didn’t say anything, he just stared. He was so frightened that he knelt down and crawled to the body of the bald golden soldier. He took out a black money bag, poured out the broken silver in it, and added it together to make up for it. Make up twelve taels.
Chu Pingsheng smiled coldly. It seemed that the bald golden soldier not only used his brains on the horses, but also didn't plan to give him enough money.
"Glass...glass cup."
Jin Bing plucking his companion's fingers, took out the glass, and raised it above his head.
Chu Pingsheng took it in his hand and put it into his backpack, then touched the sweater that was damaged by the knife: "What do you think of this clothes?"
Jin Bing was stunned for a moment, then reached out to untie the cotton-padded clothes.
"Who wants your military uniform?"
He then realized, looked around, picked up the curved scimitar, and walked up to the white-robed scholar: "Clothes, Get the clothes, hurry up.”
The white-robed scholar's face turned pale with fear. With trembling hands, he untied the backpack placed on the bench, found a clean robe and pushed it over.
The golden soldier took it in his hand and presented it to Chu Pingsheng.
It's not that he hasn't thought about taking the opportunity to escape, but he doesn't dare to do so, because the young man in the different server is a peerless master, and the other party's desire to kill him is as easy as crushing an ant.
In fact, Chu knew three axes in his life. Although his defense was invincible, when it came to martial arts skills, he could not control the monkeys stealing peaches, gods picking grapes, and the mystical martial arts of thousands of years. He wanted to escape on horseback, but he really used it. He had no idea.
"Young hero, look at the horse now..."
Halfway through Jin Bing's words, he felt an evil wind hit his face, and his neck was strangled before he could react. Ho ho...
Ho ho...
Chu Pingsheng twisted hard.
Yeah.
Jin Bing rolled his eyes and was out of breath.
He threw the body aside, walked to the wine shop with his money bag, grabbed the kettle and bowl from the confused boy, and poured himself a cup of tea.
“Where are the steamed buns and mutton I want?”
“Here it comes, here it comes.”
Before the waiter could make any move, the shopkeeper ordered him with fear on his face Things came out in one go.
Although the current world is not peaceful, it is really rare to see a guy like this who kills officers and soldiers like mowing grass.
Chu Pingsheng picked out the smallest piece of silver from the money bag and threw it on the table. He put away the steamed buns and mutton, walked to the place where the horse was tied, untied the reins, turned on the horse, and pulled the long mane from the back of his neck. , flying long whip, clamping his legs fiercely.
Rack!
Xi Yuyu.
The black horse screamed in pain, clapped its hooves and galloped away.
Chu Pingsheng is very beautiful, and she actually looks good when riding a horse for the first time. Could it be that he has extraordinary talent?
As for the matter of killing the golden soldiers, he had long forgotten about it.
The two major rules of martial arts novels are that good guys die from the Virgin, and villains die from talking too much. Should you spare Jin Bing's life and let him return to the camp and have people chase you?
The people in the wine shop looked at the person and horse disappearing quickly, and their hanging hearts finally fell back into their stomachs. They turned their faces and saw the corpses of the two golden soldiers. They felt their scalps were numb and chills were running down their backs. .
The black eat the black.
Who would have thought that a young man with a harmless look on his face could kill golden soldiers as well as chopping melons and vegetables. Moreover, this guy has no sense of morality. He is a thief who kills donkeys for fun. He usually robs houses, kills, and sells goods. No less work.
Xing Shang, who just saw Liu Li Bei's heartbeat, broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, two golden soldiers were scapegoats, otherwise today would be his death anniversary next year.
......
Chu Pingsheng clearly remembered that the appointment between the Jiangnan Seven Monsters and Qiu Chuji's Zuixian Tower was on March 24th. There was still more than a month left, and he had plenty of time. He wanted to come to Guo Jing I don't know how to drive all night, and I'm not riding a sweaty horse, so as long as I run for an extra hour or two after the sun goes down, I can definitely reach Yanjing City in advance.
On the third day, when the sun's rays shone into the ditch and the spring breeze carried a sound of voices, he knew that his destination was just ahead.
The current Yanjing City is the central capital of the Jin Dynasty. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most prosperous city in the north.
There are bun sellers, jugglers, candy makers, green vegetables in bamboo baskets, stalls with rouge gouache, sachets and hairpins, and shirtless craftsmen forging ironware...< br>
Chu Pingsheng was dazzled by what he saw, which was even fresher than going back to his hometown to catch a big market during the Chinese New Year.
But he quickly came to his senses, found an inn, handed the horse to the waiter and took it to the backyard to feed fodder, then asked for directions and walked towards Ganquanfang.
Not long after walking, he heard bursts of cheers from the front. He stood on tiptoes and looked up. He saw that the street in front was full of people watching the excitement. On the middle ring was a red cloth with black characters, There are four big characters written on it: "competition to recruit a bride".
Fortunately I didn't miss it.
Chu Ping took a long breath, separated the crowd with brute force and walked in.
Originally, modern people have good food and are taller than ancient people. He stood out from the crowd at 1.8 meters tall. The two unhappy men in front of him were about to get angry when they realized the height difference between them. , suddenly stopped and obediently stepped aside.
Chu Pingsheng looked straight ahead and saw the shadow of his opponent's palm flying. Mu Nianci, who was dressed in red and bright as fire, let go of the sweeping fist, flew forward and kicked the man in the face, knocking him off the ring.
He is very handsome, with charming eyebrows, a fresh mouth, a delicate nose and an oval face. He wears a red dress, without a hairpin, and has his own elegance.
Wow...
There were cheers all around, some applauded, and some blew whistles.
The man lost face, covered his face and left in panic.
"What a handsome little lady, what a handsome man."
"What number is this?"
"This is the seventh one since I got here."
"This one is pretty good. It lasted for half a cup of tea. The previous one was defeated in one move."< br>
“…”
Chu Pingsheng didn’t know when Yang Kang would come, nor where Guo Jing was now. He was not interested in waiting for them. He wanted to complete the novice welfare tasks first and get the rewards first. .
So before Yang Tiexin came on the stage to speak, he walked up the stairs.
Others went up to the ring to do various flowery things, such as Yaozi turning over, or Dapeng spreading its wings, and there was also a flower monk posing as a boy worshiping Guanyin. He was the only one who was so simple and unpretentious.
Several martial arts people shook their heads, because no matter in terms of body movements or temperament, Chu Pingsheng did not look like a martial arts practitioner, but more like a scholar who grew up pampered and well-dressed.
The woman in the red dress is good-looking, but her martial arts skills are quite high. What do young people want? The beauty in the picture looks at you in the huge crowd and then kicks you away? Why bother?
However, scholars are generally pretentious, otherwise how could they come up with such crooked words as being a ghost under a pomegranate skirt and being romantic.
Looking at it this way, his behavior is understandable.
(End of this chapter)