"This kid is a little interesting. I, Lao Sun, likes such a loyal and masculine person. If I don't rush to learn from the scriptures, I will definitely find a stall to get a condom with him." Sun Wukong, who was standing in the crowd, thought so.

White clouds surge in the sky.

The little wind hit the crowd.

Sun Wukong raised his head comfortably, grabbed the lice on his body, and then threw the lice on others. He did this to let others feel the stimulation of being disturbed by lice, just like experiencing suffering, allowing people who were not disturbed by lice to experience it.

Mu Tianchu felt a little confused, and was called into Beihe Ancient Building by his friend's "Young Master".

Maybe Mu Tianchu's confusion was because of what is the best martial arts, or maybe he understood it very well from the original class, but suddenly became very confused and confused.

But no matter what, no one can think of the other half of the world at the beginning, just being confused.

The streets were restored to the beginning. At that time, two bags were smashed out by two swords. Two swords were poked into the left and right corners of the clothes. There was no other person besides the person muttering Amitabha Buddha.

That person may be the one who is considered a martial arts master or not depends on his mood. He is outside the martial arts world, and the one who is forced into a brave man.

"There are many knights in the world. If you have clear numbers, you can count to death. Just like this in Beiwang Town, this unpainful competition, I look at my figure, and the boy is just about his skills, but who would have expected that expectations are often not as good as waiting? I would like to advise you to give up the idea of ​​learning martial arts as soon as possible. It's useless. Have you ever seen a mute speak?" Tang Baqian was drinking while stirring up the atmosphere with sarcastic words.

Tang Baqian is a famous painter in Beiwang Town. He has easily wielded the momentum of the "Qingshui Dragon King Picture" since he was a child. His strength is excellent. Even the ink that is accidentally sprinkled is a unique feeling to appreciate.

Speaking of the Qingshui Dragon King Picture, it is a famous aura. When you look around, you will have to take an incense stick of time to see the picture. After all, the thin lines are too difficult.

Tang Baqian's painting skills were so amazing that once he randomly drew a beautiful woman and hung it outside the far door to dry it, which attracted the passing beasts and could not help but ravage the painting. Fortunately, the paper that Tang Baqian used was rough, otherwise with the texture, the wall where the painting was hanging would probably be ruthlessly ravaged.

Tang Baqian's ancestors have always painted portraits of the royal family, and the two generations of his grandfather and his father were a little bit indifferent, because his grandfather and his father should have studied the crazy study of paintings and put them on the widow, so there was a lot of things missing.

It was probably a problem of inheritance. I thought it would gradually fall into trouble, but I didn’t expect that after Tang Baqian was born, he inherited it back. This was the only way to follow the roots of the ancestors, and also sublimate the genes and surpass their ancestors.

Since the Du Tian Chu moved to Beiwang Town, Tang Baqian's speech was speculative, and he became a deep friendship after a while. He often asked for wine in the ancient building of Beihe and commented on the world. Although Tang Baqian's painting skills were superb, his martial arts were as stinking as if they were polite. For Tang Baqian, his strengths were too long and his weaknesses were too short.

Mu Tianchu carried a jar of tender nectar that had been a hundred years old, stabbed a needle on the red cloth head at the mouth of the jar, then placed the wine under Tang Baqian's nose, and said, "Tang Baqian, do you know how to drink this good wine?"

Tang Baqianyi sniffed the scent of fragrance, looked intoxicated, and subconsciously shook his head in this fascination.

Mu Tianchu slapped the red cloth towel from the sealing mouth and smiled: "Speak less, drink more, you will be worthy of the tender nectar of this century."

Tang Baqian smiled, "Hey, I thought it was a very advanced way to drink it. I was in circles with me. It's not good, I want to punish myself for a drink."

Mu Tianchu put the bowl upside down on the mouth of the jar, pretending to take it for himself, and said funny: "Where does it come from? If you want to punish me, you have to punish me. If you want to punish me, I will punish myself for one jar." As he said that, he pretended to bring the wine to his mouth.

Tang Baqian immediately felt relieved, and said with a look of dissatisfaction, saying, "Where is righteousness? Are all righteousness in the world dead?"

Mu Tian Chu smiled and handed the wine to Tang Baqian's hand. Then he patted Tang Baqian's butt and said, "Kidding! You're really not. The little baby's temper is yours. Have you ever seen me dipped in wine?"

Tang Baqian laughed a few times, picked up the wine jar, took a few sips, smacked his tongue, and said with satisfaction: "When I'm drunk, I'll paint the fragrance of wine for Brother Mu." Then he took a few more sips, stopped and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, with a serious and serious look on his face, and said: "Remember, don't do the Qingfeng Sect or the Cloud Sect, the heavy rain flooded the dry river, and the turtle was revealed. This truth is a bit deep, slowly understand it, and don't rush." ​​After saying that, he couldn't help but continue to drink wine hard, and only heard no resounding in his stomach, so he unwilling to move his mouth away from the jar.

Although Mu Tianchu was confused when he heard it, he always felt something was right in his heart for some reason, so he turned to the second floor and asked an unknown master.

Some of the tricks you have to find in the martial arts world, otherwise it will be very difficult to distinguish the enemy in the fog barrier. Whether the enemy is holding a knife or a sword. It is good to get used to it, otherwise it will be difficult to get used to it until the bright moon rises into the sky.

Therefore, people with a little wise mind in the martial arts world often say that it’s good to get used to it, otherwise it’s difficult to get used to it.

A group of vendors were bustling with the ancient building in Beihe. After looking around, they said they wanted to buy the ancient building, and they were packed with white silver and gold ingots that were blinding.

Looking at everyone's proud look, it is obvious that they are ignorant of the world.

A southerner with a strong accent among the vendors smoked a cigarette wrapped around his mouth, making a pretentious gesture, and shouted in a loud voice, "Where is this owner! Come out and have something to discuss."

Tang Baqian, who was drinking on the side, was disturbed and said displeased: "The good mood was ruthlessly destroyed. My heart is so harsh that I wish I could dig it out."

The southern vendor thought he was going to go to heaven, so he threw out a face that was dead and no one was buried, and said, "Oh, it's a damn harm to others, but it's amazing. He can treat himself as a god, and if he has something to do, he will be unkempt."

Tang Baqian was also a stern man. When he heard this, he stood up suddenly, grabbed a wine cup on the table, with blood in his eyes, and then he tried hard to smash the wine cup at the vendor, shouting: "You are so arrogant, you know kindness and righteousness. You have never seen each other before, and I have no extreme words. How could you rush to such a harsh word? Do you want to report to the King of Hell Palace early?"

Tang Baqian's roar scared the southern vendor to the point of being destroyed immediately. Then he changed to another look, drooped his head, hid behind the vendors with his own eyes, and did not dare to look directly into Tang Baqian's eyes, and was cowardly following a soft man who had seen the evil woman.

Another vendor with a northern accent and a southern flag came out. His behavior was quite regular. He first bowed to Tang Baqian, and then smiled and said, "Brother, my brother was offensive just now. You have a lot of you. Please forgive me. I am apologizing for my brother." After that, he bowed.

Tang Baqian stroking his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, his temper faded a lot, "This brother is still kind and righteous. He knows something. The matter is over. Besides, no one likes fighting with animals. I am not a villain who is as stingy as rice grains. It's okay." After saying that, he waved his hand freely.

At this time, Mu Tianchu, who heard the noise downstairs, quickly went downstairs. Seeing the vendors coming, he glanced at Tang Baqian's slightly flushed face. He didn't know what was going on, and he looked puzzled and asked carefully: "How many of them are?"
Chapter completed!