Drunk boss Yang lost his mystery. He said intermittently, "This wine is called forgetting worries."

At this time, Zhang Ping suddenly asked the Buddhist monk, "I heard that you come to see him every year?"
Buddhist monk nodded and said nothing.
Zhang Ping said with a smile, "It seems that every year when you come, he will get drunk and you will never get drunk. It seems that the best room is not for you but for Boss Yang himself."
Buddhist monk still nodded and said nothing.
At this time, Zhang Ping took out a small jar of wine from nowhere and took a sip and said, "I think this time you must be the most special one. Maybe you won’t go back. Maybe you will go back with Boss Yang, right?"
At this time, Toutuo looked at Zhang Ping and suddenly asked, "Who are you?"
Zhang Ping drank the wine and looked out of the window for a long time. He suddenly got up and said to Toutuo, "Boss Yang woke up and told him that I was leaving tomorrow."
The Buddhist monk nodded instead of continuing. He is not a talkative man, at least he doesn’t look like it.
At night, Zhang Ping doesn’t need to wait for the night. For him, the day is not too different. He has long passed the time when he needs his eyes to see everything, so someone else lit the lamp.
Footsteps rang and Zhang Ping’s door suddenly opened with three chairs, a table and a pot of wine.
"You knew I was coming?" Boss Yang asked afterwards that Buddhist monk sat down by himself.
Zhang Ping dragged the hip flask three waterlines at this time and suddenly shot into three glasses full of wine without spilling a drop.
Boss Yang looked at Zhang Ping and said, "Good Kung Fu became such a figure when he really couldn’t think of the Wulin in the Central Plains?"
Zhang Ping smiled at this time and said, "I don’t know what it is to teach Xiaoyao Erxian to hide one in the extreme west of the western regions and the other in Ruyang Wangfu."
The faint light suddenly flashed for a while, and then Boss Yang and Buddhist monk’s face suddenly changed several expressions continuously.
Death is not terrible, it is meaningless to die.
At this time, Zhang Ping smiled and said to Toutuo: "Fan Youzhi Pavilion is still true! In my eyes, no matter how subtle and easy it is, it is still easy, isn’t it? "
Fan Yao reached out and wiped his face, then revealed a handsome and elegant face. At this time, Fan Yao said, "The owner of Ziying carriage is really extraordinary Pepe."
Then Yang Xiao took it and said, "Thank you, Taoist, for helping me. I can’t thank you enough. Let’s propose a toast to Taoist."
After saying this, the two of them raised their glasses together and gestured to Zhang Ping for a glass of wine. Zhang Ping suddenly looked stunned and then sighed and said, "It’s a pity that time waits for no one!"
At this time, Zhang Ping suddenly got up and said to them: "Perhaps the most satisfactory thing at the end of this day is to leave here before it is complete. Please!"
Stay Yang Xiao Fan Yao two people just return to absolute being from one leng, Zhang Ping figure has disappeared like a ghost.
Although there are two people in the room, Yang Xiao Fan Yao feels that the room seems to be swinging.
At this time, Yang Xiao poured a glass of wine again and suddenly asked Fan Yao, "Is she okay?"
Fan Yao shook his head at this time and said, "There is nothing good. You know that the Persian altar people will not let her go, so she still dares not show her face in the Central Plains these years."
At this time, the lights in the room seem to be dimmed, which reflects the faint sigh in the room.
Then Yang Xiao asked, "I heard that she took an adopted daughter and voted for the throne of the bridled eagle."
Fan Yao nodded and said, "Yes, that little girl is also of Persian descent. She is very clever, but now that little girl may soon become the wife of the leader."
Yang Xiao silently said later: "If so, maybe she can no longer worry about being chased by the Persian altar!" Recently, I heard that the tactic of Gankun’s great move in Persian altar has been lost. If she can give Gankun’s great move to the other party, maybe she will never hide again. "
Fan Yao nodded and said, "Yes, not only that, but you don’t stay in this barren decade. How many decades are there in your life?"
Yang Xiao suddenly asked, "Do you still love her?"
Fan Yao shook his head and said, "I don’t know. What about you?"
Yang Xiao looked at the small wine shop and said, "If I do it again, I will come here again, but now I don’t know if I still love her like you."
At this time, Yang Xiao and Fan Yao suddenly stuck their lights for a long time, unable to withstand the night wind, and it seemed that the horse was about to go out.
Yang Xiao suddenly sighed: "Do you know? Yesterday, the swordsman was called Guhong. "
Fan Yao nodded at this time and said, "I’ve heard that it seems that he has let go, so we still can’t let go?"
Say Yang Xiao Fan Yao smiled at one another. It may be the end. Maybe it is.
The next day, this once brilliant wine shop ignited a blazing fire, and the hot temperature twisted all the sunshine.
Yang Xiao and Fan Yao rode Ma Xiangdong and went to the front. Maybe it was the Western Regions that they were familiar with. Maybe it was Jiangnan, which was the opposite of the desert in the Western Regions. Jiangnan didn’t know where they went, just like when they disappeared in the rivers and lakes. They waved their sleeves and didn’t take away a cloud. To be continued.
Chapter four hundred and ten Jiangnan is good
It’s really a wonderful martial art to plant magic in the mind of Tao. The power to devour everything and return to Yuan is the most suitable martial art for Zhang Ping.