Chapter 79： Nanping Mountain

Zhang Shiping kept his promise, released Mo Gu's living soul, and then wiped out the traces. After delaying for some time, he set fire to the sixth floor of the Star Observation Building, then walked down quickly, and placed several human-head-sized hot spots between each floor. Fireball, the fire spread all of a sudden.

"It's water!"

"It's water!"

"Come on people."

"The old man is still upstairs, come quickly, come quickly."

A fire broke out in the Immortal Courtyard in Li's Mansion on Lianfang Street, and the fire in the Observatory of Stars, as soon as the servants in the courtyard found out, it had already become a prairie fire.

The clansmen in the mansion were as flustered as ants. In the Banished Immortal Courtyard, when a few loyal servants found that the Star Observation Building was on fire, they immediately rushed into the fire without even thinking about it. The thick smoke forced them to retreat, but there were still two people who rushed straight up, but they were choked by the billowing smoke and fell to the ground within a few steps, and were buried in the fire.

The raging fire burned the six-storey wooden and stone building in a moment, and it collapsed.

Outside Lianfang Street, Zhang Shiping walked towards the Huaiyue River. Pedestrians stopped on the street to look around, watching the fireworks billowing in Li's mansion, and pointing. After Zhang Shiping squeezed through the crowd, the road became much wider.

Qingyuan City is very large, and there are several incidents of this kind of water leakage throughout the year. Just like the year before last, a courtyard in the city caught fire, and half the street was burned. Fortunately, the rescue was timely, otherwise more than half the street would have been burned. up.

Zhang Shiping walked out of Lianfang Street and walked towards the Huaiyue River. There is a place called Liuxudu in the Huaiyue River, which is the favorite place of that feminine man.

I learned from Cultivator Mo that this qi-training cultivator of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect in Qingyuan City, although he is at the seventh level of qi-training, but because he wandered around the fireworks all the year round, after almost ten years, his body was weak and his body was weak. It's already half useless.

Huaiyue River, green water and clear waves, on both sides of the embankment, there are women who are pulling the water to wash clothes. The wooden sticks are beating the clothes. .

The houses with white walls and black tiles radiate the sweet smell of wine. There are many more restaurants and inns nearby than other places in the city. Zhang Shiping has already seen many people, young and old, sitting in the restaurant while walking on the street. While drinking a small wine, he pointed out Jiangshan.

The houses and the green grass on the bank were reflected in the green waves of the Huaiyue River. Zhang Shiping looked at several flower boats docked on the bank, and a woman in light clothes stopped gracefully at the bow.

Several flower boats passing by in the river moved slowly, and the ripples rippling disturbed the paintings of white walls and black tiles in the water.

Among them, a three-story flower boat is the most conspicuous. The boatman is shaking the oars on the pole at the back. On the third floor, there is a fair-faced young man wearing white clothes with his skirt half open. It is Zhou Nan, a feminine man who had a drink with Mrs. Li and the others. .

Next to him was a charming red dress woman named Gan Tang, who gently helped him tie his shirt behind him.

As the boat sailed in the river, the river became more and more open, and there were more and more weeping willows on both sides.

If it is in the season when the catkins are flying, the spring breeze here, the catkins all over the sky are like white snow, the singing and dancing, the silk and bamboo are misty, and the Yiyi willows, there is a special taste, attracting literati and poets, lingering.

"My lord, it's very windy outside." Gan Tang, a woman in a red dress, whispered softly, with a bit of sweetness and love in her tone.

It's just that how much of it is true and how much is false, others have no way of knowing.

The bitterness and helplessness of the prostitute who runs this business is not enough for outsiders to understand. However, there are also people who are used to this prosperous life, have entered this industry since childhood, and have no other means of earning a living.

While there is still a good time, drunk and dreaming, if you can live a day, it will be counted as a day, and if you can live a year, it will be counted as a year.

It's nothing more than drinking with Mr. Li today, and lying in Mr. Chen's arms in the Ming Dynasty, playing silk and bamboo, and talking about thinking. In fact, they are all polite words, which can be heard in the ear, but not in the heart.

The days of Huaiyuehe passed day after day, and they were all for living, so there was no sincerity.

The white-clothed monk Zhou Nan stopped looking at the weeping willows on the bank. He turned around, gently lifted the woman's chin, and raised it slightly. The red-dressed woman Gan Tang closed her eyes wisely.

Not far away, there was a two-story painted boat coming towards each other. Zhang Shiping, who was standing at the bow, jumped up, and the bow of the flower boat was lowered a little. Beside the two of them, watching the two of them.

The son was disturbed by Zhang Shiping, his expression was not good, he looked angrily at the man who was suddenly on the boat, scolded a few times, stretched out his five fingers into claws, and grabbed Zhang Shiping out of thin air.

Zhang Shiping felt that there was spiritual energy gathering around his neck. It was the spell cast by the monk in white. He actually wanted to strangle Zhang Shiping to death This person may have been in the secular world for a long time, and he didn't even have the most basic vigilance. No, I have been flattered too much, and when I don't get what I want, I lose my temper and kill people. He also didn't think about why Zhang Shiping could appear in front of him so suddenly.

A bit of disdain flashed in Zhang Shiping's eyes for this monk who was greedy for glory.

Zhang Shiping burst out his spiritual pressure, instantly scattered the spiritual energy around his neck, and under the surprised eyes of the boy in white, he broke his hands and feet a few times. Zhang Shiping subconsciously looked at the monk's waist, a monk who practiced Qi at the seventh level should have a storage bag logically, but this man's waist was empty, so he was very disappointed.

The woman in the red dress, Gan Chang, was hit by Zhang Shiping's burst of spiritual pressure, and she fainted on the ground.

Zhang Shiping didn't even look at it, and jumped back into the two-story painting boat with the monk in white who was still howling.

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Along the Sishui Canal, there is a small town called Ping Town, and there is a hill called Nanping Mountain next to it. After Zhang Shiping questioned the monk in white, he found out the stronghold of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect in Qingzhou, Yuguo.

To be on the safe side, Zhang Shiping showed no mercy. He performed a soul search technique and confirmed that the monk in white had nothing to hide, so Zhang Shiping was relieved. Because he was afraid that if this white-clothed monk was banned by the top management of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, he would talk nonsense and lure him into the tiger's mouth.

After Zhang Shiping left Qingyuan City, seeing no one around, he took out a palm-sized cyan boat from his storage bag and threw it into the sky. The boat shone with aura and was good at facing the wind, and it turned into a flying boat. superior.

The Qingling ancient boat rose to a height of nearly a hundred feet above the ground, and Zhang Shiping drove the flying magic weapon towards Nanping Mountain.