Zhang Ping quickly said, "I dare not make a fool of myself." Then the meal was saved in a harmonious atmosphere.
This meal can be said that the host and the guest are enjoying themselves, and the most respected person in the Jianghu is a martial arts expert. Although it is often said that a great warrior is famous for waiting for a righteous act, the most important thing is that this great warrior is skilled in martial arts.
Although Zhang Ping’s kung fu is not a unique martial arts skill, it is more than enough for one state to be the first in the martial arts. It is not surprising that Zhang Ping’s kung fu has been recognized by the seven eccentrics in Jiangnan.
Back to my small humble abode, I know that martial arts is important. Zhang Ping is diligent in martial arts. Half a year is fleeting in an instant. At this time, Zhang Ping finally built the first three layers of Jade Gong into such a speed by practicing day and night and adding his rich martial arts experience. That is, the Flower Palace invited the moon to pity the stars. When the two palace lords saw it, they also wanted to worship the wind.
At this time, it was the darkest moment before Li. Zhang Ping sat cross-legged on a big bluestone, absorbing the surrounding cold a little bit to run the second layer of fossil magic, while Zhang Ping’s soul was floating on the top of his head, and the auspicious and precious moonlight rotation method was slowly running, constantly strengthening Zhang Ping’s three rounds and seven veins.
Not long after, with Zhang Ping’s soul flying back to his body, the first ray of sunshine appeared at the eastern ridge. With Zhang Ping’s early class completed, he suddenly jumped up or punched or slapped or paws or legs, playing tricks on tigers and tigers. At this time, it has not yet entered the weather in Jiaxing Mountain in March, and it was quite cold in the morning. Zhang Ping’s hands slammed into the eyebrows after playing mixed yuan gong, and then he slowly fell to his waist and his right foot. Then he saw a long white gas shooting out of Zhang Ping’s mouth. This white gas was long and concise, which looked like a horse training from a distance.
Later, Zhang Ping slowly stood up, and the gust of mountain wind made Zhang Ping wear a purple tunic. It was common in ancient times that Taoist priests practiced flying swords in the mountains, saying that it was probably because Shan Ye fools had seen a lot of merits, and people vomited in the mountains, which was untrue and incorrect.
Today, Zhang Ping collected some medicinal materials from a nearby mountain and put them in a big medicine cage. Then he walked back to the Jade Emperor Temple. After Zhang Ping’s continuous transformation, now the Jade Emperor Temple is clean and tidy, although it is not magnificent. Zhang Ping came to a newly built medicine room on a wooden board to put the medicines in the medicine cage in different categories, and took out some of the prepared medicines and put them in the medicine cage to take away.
There is a small river only a mile to the east from the Jade Emperor Temple. The river is about five or six feet wide. It can be seen that Zhang Ping came here with just prepared medicine and soon saw a fishing boat coming from afar.
This fishing boat’s long and narrow bow was tilted high on the side of the boat and stopped for two rows of catching fish and waterfowl. Suddenly, it was surprisingly fast that the fishing boat was flying towards Zhang Ping. For a moment, the fishing boat approached and saw a man sitting in the boat with a paddle at the stern, but it was Han Xiaoying, sword of the yue maiden. She put her paddle into the water and gently pulled the boat, and the arrow seemed to shoot a way. It seems that the pulling force is at least 100 kilograms, but how can a wooden paddle stand such a strong force? Seeing that she is pulling the fishing boat several times, Zhang Ping is getting closer and closer, and the morning light shines on the paddle. It turned out to be a copper paddle with a little bit of copper.
Then Han Xiaoying slowed down after waiting for the fishing boat to enter. At this time, seeing Zhang Ping jump gently, he fell into the boat like a bird.
Looking at Zhang Ping’s lithe posture when he displayed his lightness skill, Han Xiaoying said with a smile: "Purple blood seems that your lightness skill is getting more and more handsome. Even Brother Ke is not as beautiful as your lightness skill."
Zhang Ping also smiled and said with a smile, "Sister Xiao Ying, don’t make fun of me. My flying skill is as good as flying bats."
This little fishing boat was driven in Han Xiaoying, and it soon got into Jiaxing Han Xiaoying. When the fishing boat passed a drugstore, Zhang Ping said goodbye to Han Xiaoying and jumped ashore gently.
Chapter one hundred and seven Pharmacy trivial matters
This Ju ‘antang is an old shop often visited by Zhang Ping. Because of its old size and fair price, Zhang Ping was deeply impressed by this drugstore named Ju ‘antang. Zhang Ping was familiar with it and came to the waiter in the backyard to hand over the prepared medicinal materials to him for weighing and settlement.
To say that Zhang Ping’s current herb-picking students are also immature in martial arts, if Kung Fu can restore ten percent of past lives, Zhang Ping would have gone to these state capitals to rob the rich and help the poor. Like now, all the practicing herbs should not only be self-sufficient, but also have to be sold evenly. I’m really sorry for Zhang Ping’s status as a hero.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the drugstore. Zhang Ping was curious to give him the way. At the sight of the outside of the drugstore, it was already a mess. Seven young Han people were carrying a thin young man covered in blood and talking to the sitting doctor. Then the sitting doctor waved his hand again and again, and those young Han people even made the doctor change his mind.
Zhang Ping walked over at this time and saw that the man had many wounds. Most of them were injured by Li Ren in a fight, but for ordinary doctors, most of them were hopeless, so no one wanted to add a name to cure the dead himself.
Just then, the guy had settled the money for medicine, and Zhang Ping took the money and was ready to leave. Just then, one of the young men suddenly took out a brocade box and exposed a piece of ginseng. He then said to the sitting doctor, "I accidentally got this century-old ginseng and asked you to save my brother. Is this century-old ginseng yours?"
Zhang Ping saw that the ginseng was thick and well-proportioned, with six leaves bright green and hypertrophy, and there seemed to be a small tumor next to one leaf. Unfortunately, he couldn’t weigh it by hand, but Zhang Ping suddenly became interested in this ginseng.
The sitting doctor is also an expert in medicine, but he grasped the reason for saving the slim young man: "This man is not an old man who died, but an old man with poor medical skills and trauma. You’d better ask for another job, but this ginseng hall is willing to pay a high price, which absolutely satisfies Ge."
Just as the young man hesitated, Zhang Ping suddenly said, "If anyone can save him, are you really willing to give away this ginseng in your hand?"
Before the young man promised the sitting doctor, he said in a hurry, "Don’t believe him. He is just a boy who collects herbs. If he knows how to treat people, I think it’s better to sell ginseng to me and pay a lot of money to visit famous doctors."
At this time, Zhang Ping laughed: "If you don’t believe me, then forget about leaving." Zhang Ping turned around and walked away without any sloppiness.
At this time, the young Han saw that Zhang Ping, the last hope to leave, immediately grabbed Zhang Pingdao like a drowning man holding on to the last straw: "Don’t be impatient, little Taoist. Naturally, I believe in little Taoist, but …"
Zhang Ping said at this time: "If you want to say that you will give ginseng to me after I revive him, there is nothing else to worry about."
The young man said quickly, "Yes, yes, it should be."
When Zhang Ping saw this, he walked quickly to the thin Han’s side. First, he stopped the bleeding from several big holes in his body. Then Zhang Ping held his chest and tore it. First, he cut off the pulse to seal the blood flow in his chest. Then he slammed a palm and saw a broken blade popping out. This is the most deadly wound of this person. Although there was a lot of bleeding in other places, it didn’t hurt the dirty, so it looked terrible. There was actually no fear.
Then Zhang Ping took out a small bamboo tube and a small cloth bag, poured out a little powder and applied it to the thin man’s chest and wounds. In the small cloth bag, herbs squeezed out some juice to feed the thin man.
Then Zhang Pingmeng took a shot at the slim Han Tianling point, and a tingle suddenly appeared on his face. This shot is very exquisite, but it is jade skill that inspires his body to be angry and makes it gush out to achieve self-healing effect.
At this time, Zhang Ping took a deep breath and slowly collected his work. He held out his hand to the young man and said, "Now that he is out of danger, you can give me the ginseng."
At this time, the young man walked quickly forward and found that the thin man was really out of danger. At this time, the young man who promised Zhang Ping suddenly said, "What kind of ginseng is given to you? My brother is a lucky man. He has his own fortune, but you still have a little medicine for trauma. Here are three taels of silver. You can take it."
Seeing this, Zhang Ping couldn’t help sneering: "It’s a good thing you have this ginseng today. You can keep it and take it to the coffin to enjoy it. Leave …"
Then Zhang Ping strode past the men and waved his sleeve without taking away a cloud.
Just after Zhang Ping turned around and left, the young man quickly said to the sitting doctor, "I wonder what your name can offer this ginseng?"
The sitting doctor asked, "How about a hundred taels of silver?"
However, the young man did not answer, and suddenly he heard a young man come with them and let out a piercing scream.
Then everyone saw him crouching on the ground, his hands and feet twitching vaguely and shouting: "It’s cold and cold …"
Several people who came with him quickly touched his forehead, only to find that his forehead was as hot as a stove. The young man with ginseng quickly said to the sitting doctor, "Please show me what’s going on first."
Curious, the sitting doctor came over to the man and sounded his pulse. Then he shook his head and said, "The old man can know that he is poisoned, but he has no idea about the details of the poison, let alone that he has detoxified."
"How can poisoning be poisoned? We have never offended any enemies and we have always acted together recently. How can he be poisoned alone?" The young Han unbelievable murmured
Just as he continued his confused journey, the poisoned Han suddenly kept coughing, and the more he coughed, the faster he coughed, the more fierce he coughed. When everyone was helpless, the man coughed up a big mouthful of blood and then collapsed to the ground.
At this time, one of them suddenly remembered something, and he said hastily, "Is it that the street boy poisoned the third child while we were not paying attention? We are going to kill him for revenge?"
When everyone saw this, except Ke Zhene, they applauded. Zhu Cong, a wonderful hand, spoke out of turn in Ke Zhene’s ear for a moment. Ke Zhene also called out a good laugh. Mituo Zhang Asheng gulped down a bowl of wine at this time and said, "Zixue Daochang’s swordsmanship is connected with Zhang Asheng."
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