Vol 5 Chapter 8: If you can return

Chapter 404, Volume Five: Two Regions
The alley is also a secluded alley with the indus, and most of them live in the poor people at the bottom of the Changling.
There was a loud laughter that came out of a small wine shop.
In the small wine shop, there is a woman who cooks, and there is no helper. Although there is only one guest at this time, this woman is only one person, still busy with sweat, even the rags are attached. On the body.
The woman was a little beautiful, and the eyes of the guests on the table were a bit arrogant, and she continued to fall on the white skin between her neck, and she was amazed by the wet clothes that fell on her chest, but she was embarrassed. ```Fiction` but did not dare to reveal on the face, but the more reddish complexion.
Seeing her look like this, this table is more arrogant and more energetic.
Just then, a person came at the door.
This is a gardener.
Everyone in the streets and alleys knew the gardener, only knowing his surname Zhang.
He relied on helping a few wealthy households to manage flowers and plants for a living. There was no savings in peacetime. People grew black and strong, and they didn’t talk too much. So the age should be 40, but there is no girl who can see him. Orphan.
Even if such a person appears in the doorway, it will not attract the attention of the drinker. However, when he appears at the door today, the laughter of the alcoholic drink of this table is a sudden stop.
The skin is very dark, very short, the gardener is carrying a big flower cut, and the trouser legs are still mud. It looks like there is no difference in peace, but his face is hung with a trace. A faint smile.
None of the people in this area saw him showing such a smile.
Even the woman in this small wine shop was stunned for a while. I don’t know why, she felt his heart, and felt that this smile exudes a long-lost taste and even began to feel happy for him.
In some weird silence, the flower gardener walked over to the table drinker and then said to a short-haired man headed by the inside: "You owe a total of twenty-three meals. paid."
This short-haired man in Jinyi is obviously not a good class. He bowed his eyes and a sneer smirked at the corner of his mouth. However, in the next moment, the short-haired man only felt a huge fear and pressed into his body.
He found himself unable to move.
"If you pay for the money, just leave."
Zhang Huan looked at him and said this again.
The short-haired man in Jinyi suddenly found himself moving. He suddenly took out a purse from his sleeve and didn't look at it. When he put it on the table, he went straight to the outside of the shop.
Several of his companions were stunned and didn't understand why he had such a reaction, because they didn't even feel the slightest breath.
Waiting for them to inexplicably catch up with the short-haired man in the shop, the silver-haired short-haired man suddenly stopped.
He looked at his lower body.
He is incontinent.
At this time, the blood that was discharged from his lower body and wet his clothes was scarlet blood.
The eyes of several of his companions screamed to the extreme, and the few companions screamed before the screaming screams of the short-haired man.
The short-haired man in Jinyi finally gave a scream of screaming.
Then he fell and died.
"I am afraid it will be very difficult to help you in the future."
In the wine shop, Zhang Huasi took a deep look at the woman and whispered: "If I don't die in the future, I will take you away from Changling."
At the time when his words rang, the screams of the short-haired man outside the cloak were also ringing.
For a time, the woman in the wine shop turned white and did not respond. What happened in the end.
When the flower gardener turned and left, she looked at his honest back, she began to reflect what the other side contained in the sentence, she finally reacted that the other party is not an ordinary person.
She is an ordinary person.
But when the flower gardener took a few more steps, she didn't know where the courage came from, and the white face was flushed and called out, "I am waiting for you!"
Zhang Huaxier laughed.
He didn't care about any other sounds in the street and the eyes of the rest of the people. The figure disappeared like a ghost in the corner of the street.
The death of an ordinary river and lake character does not immediately cause a violent reaction.
After crossing a few streets, he slowed down the pace, just like going to the flowers and plants on weekdays, walking slowly with the flower scissors.
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There are many Taolin in the east of Changling City.
Taolin grows on the hills of high and low undulations. If it is spring, the peach blossoms are splendid, and it is beautiful. The peach blossoms in the famous paintings of many famous painters in Changling are mostly from here.
At this time, when the last batch of peaches matured, there was no peach blossom in nature. However, somehow, in a valley full of white mist, there are still many peach trees in bloom.
When the peach blossoms are shining, there is no new leaf.
There was only a small stone monument in front of the valley road, but the whole valley was very quiet, even the painters who were in the VIPs did not dare to enter the valley.
Because this small piece of stone is written with two words, "The ban."
These two words are from the hands of the Emperor Yuanwu.
Zhang Huan's figure appeared in the peach forest and eventually went to the valley.
He didn't seem to see the stone at all, so he walked straight into the valley and passed through the blossoming peach trees.
In the center of the most beautiful peach forest, there is a small courtyard.
There is a very man in the small courtyard, so beautiful as a peach.
"Ye Xinhe, I can't think of you still alive."
Zhang Huashi, holding the scissors, came to the front of the hospital and looked at the handsome man through the open courtyard door.
"As early as in the Lushan League, you should know that I am still alive, so this sentence should be correct for me. Zhang fifteen, I don't know if you are still alive." The handsome man looked at the flower. Craftsman, some accidents.
Zhang Huaxi smiled. "It's better to die than to live."
Ye Xinhe looked at him and frowned. "Zhang fifteen, I don't seem to have any enmity with you."
Zhang Huashi shook his head and said: "It is the greatest hatred that is right and wrong."
Ye Xinhe looked at the gardener and smiled. "Don't say that you are not my opponent when you are in Bashan. Now even if you hurt me, I can kill me. Can you go?"
Zhang Huaxi also laughed and said: "I want to give you a fair chance, but now I just want to kill you. As for whether I can go, I have not thought about it."
Ye Xinhe raised his head and said slowly: "Unfortunately, you can't kill me today."
Zhang Huashi feels a little, but he doesn't say anything any more, his eyes just fall to Ye Xinhe's throat.
The flower in his hand was cut.
Originally a scissors, after being separated, it was two swords.
The two swords flew out of his hands and looked like two ordinary flying swords.
However, at the moment of flying out, the two swords that were originally bright and silver were turned into pure snow white, while the other one became pure black.
The sword is divided into yin and yang.
This gardener is the yin and yang sword master of the former Bashan sword field, Zhang fifteen.
The sword just flew away from him, and all the peach blossoms in the valley had already withered, and the withered petals fell.
The courtyard outside Ye Xinhe’s body, everything is broken, and flying like a fallen peach blossom.
A spinning and enduring sword has fallen to his body.
Ye Xinhe’s black hair is dancing.
A wooden sword was suspended in front of him.
This wooden sword has a very strong atmosphere, and even seems to be stronger than the strength of his body, but there are many cracks in the sword.
It screamed.
A huge white snow flashed down in the sky, violently hitting the black and white whirlpool that had wrapped him.
His lips and teeth are bright red, and he has a lot of blood, like a few peach blossoms.
But at this moment, he laughed again and looked at the mountains behind Zhang.
A bang.
There seems to be a door between heaven and earth.
A mountain wall is broken.
Numerous rocks have spattered from the white mist.
A chariot like a pure bronze, with a horrible breath, rushed out of the white mist with countless gravels.
The general on the chariot is covered with cyan scales, like a demon.
Behind the chariot, there are countless metallic lusters, and it reveals white mist.