Chapter Three

You will be on the top of the mountain and overlook the small mountains.

Cuisine was in the middle and suddenly became shocked. The middle-aged man named Han Xian in the air and broke through the roof after several moves! The field was in chaos, and the dancers on the stage ran away. Li Ping was furious in his heart! Han Xian claimed to be Bai Boshu, but in fact he was the branch of the moth thief - the moth thief is the official title of the Yellow Turban Thief.

His family died tragically at the hands of moths. Why should the enemy think too much when they meet? Li Ping saw the direction of Han Xian disappearing and ran after him.

Seeing this, the boy in white surnamed Zhang was slightly surprised and muttered, "Han Xian Qingrui, the three mountains of Luoyang may not be able to catch up with you. You are just a servant." At this time, a mess was in chaos, and the drinkers were running outwards, and some fell to the ground and hid everywhere. The boy in white was sharp-eyed and saw a man as calm as abyss, sitting upright on a table and drinking.

"Why are you resurrected when Huang Tian died?" The young man in white flashed to the table, staring at the calm man with his eyes, saying with some advice.

"The Five Doks of Rice Teaching itself is difficult to protect, and I still have the intention to get a hand?" The calm man did not raise his head, and spoke with questions, but seemed to know very well about the man in white.

"The great wise and good teachers have long died. This Central Plains is not the place where Taoist treasures live. Since you know my identity, you must have no doubts about handing over this thing." The boy in white-clothed eyes burst into light, staring at the calm person, stretching out one hand as if asking for something, and it seems that he can kill someone at any time!

"Okay..." The calm man thought for a moment, reached out and took out a wooden box from his arms and handed it to the man in white. The wooden box was unique in shape, with some strange symbols engraved on it. When the boy surnamed Zhang was ecstatic when he saw this, the calm man had already flashed out of Cuisine House and left a sentence in the boy in white's ear: "Demon Master Zhang Xiu, can you walk out of this Taiping Avenue? Humhehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

Through the streets and alleys, Li Ping ran for more than ten miles in one breath in the vast white snow. There was no trace of Han Xian, but Li Ping kept flickering his eyes and constantly changing directions. His body speed was not slow. When he arrived at a private house, he heard a loud shout in front of him: "Who is the person!" Almost at the same time, Li Ping felt his body sinking, and two figures appeared on both sides of him, and his two big hands pressed his shoulders!

"I……"

"Ping'er is you? What are you here?" Li Ping said as soon as he heard a familiar voice. He saw that the person on his left was An Shouzi! The person on his right was a thin man in green robe.

"Uncle An, I want to take revenge!" Li Ping knew something about An Shouzi when he saw An Shouzi appear. There seemed to be An Shouzi among the figure who had just besieged Han Xian.

"Ha! The young man was so angry! I and Brother Kuangshan joined forces to stop Han Xian. You are just going to die." A tall old man and a weak old man appeared side by side in front of Li Ping. The tall old man said with disdain.

Li Ping's face turned spicy. I don't know who this tall old man was, but the weak old man who was called "Brother Kuangshan" was probably He Ai from the three mountains in Luoyang. In this way, is this unceremonious old man...?

"Ping'er is not going to kowtow to the two seniors of Nushan, Kuangshan!" An Skinny said to the side. Li Ping was shocked when he heard this. He guessed that the tall old man was indeed another of the three mountains in Luoyang. He was angry and He Nushan! He knelt down and kowtowed at that moment, "Boy Li Ping, I have met two seniors! Because the family was full of evil hands, he accidentally made a mistake. I hope the two seniors are generous. The boy who stayed beside him can get a deep revenge on the sea of ​​blood!"

When he said this, Li Ping was extremely disappointed. Two of the three mountains in Luoyang came, but he could not keep the Bai Bo coach Han Xian. Could it be that Han Xian’s kung fu is so powerful? Then he wants to take revenge, and I don’t know what time it takes to wait...

"Yeah? Do you have a grudge against the moth thief?" The tall old man said angrily.

An Skinny said with a chance: "Three years ago, I was passing by Chenliu, and it happened that the moth thieves were raging. I only saved this son. I hope Senior Nushan would forgive me."

"Chen Liu? So that's it..." He An did not let Li Ping get up, and He Ai was even more silent as if he was asleep. Li Ping was puzzled and suddenly felt alert. He didn't care about Li Ju's figure and took a few steps back. He couldn't help but look up with a shock!

He Qian stood with his hands behind his back, He Ai remained motionless like a dead person, and An Shouzi and the thin man were also standing there. Three eyes were staring at Li Ping, and Li Ping couldn't help but feel silent. He clearly felt that someone was attacking him, and he hurriedly retreated without thinking. He did not expect that among the five people present, the others except him, did not move at all.

"Well? No wonder I chased me here alone, and I had such a keen sense of smell. You are so save me!" Before I met him, He An was full of contempt. Now he looked at Li Ping's thick eyebrows, big eyes, fair skin, and a scholarly family, but he reacted quickly. He pretended to take a test, but in fact it was just a qi that was pulled, but this boy reacted. Such a keen feeling was really rare. The more I looked at him, the more I liked him, He An couldn't help but say, "He An, how about sending this boy to my disciple?"

Li Ping was shocked again when he heard this. After three years in Luoyang, An Shouzi just trained himself to take the lead and keep his body skill. He never praised his keen sense of smell. At present, He Qian, who was shocked by Luoyang, wanted to accept himself as his disciple.

An Shouzi stretched out his tongue and said in embarrassment: "Ping'er was just sent to Fatty Kui's Mansion by me yesterday. Look at Senior Nushan..."

"Hmph!" A heavy hum came into his ears. Even though An Skinny couldn't hide it, he was shocked and could not speak.

"Li Ping, what martial arts have you learned in the past few years?" He Qian ignored An Slender and asked Li Ping.

Li Ping replied respectfully after hearing this: "The boy is responsible for stealing sheep under Uncle An... He has not learned martial arts, but has learned some fist and foot skills under Master Hu Sancai."

"He An! You have started doing that shameful act again!?" He An was called Nushan and was indeed well-known. Whenever he was a little unhappy, he looked angry.

An Shouzi said a little embarrassedly: "The situation has changed, and the master told me to wait for everything as usual."

When he mentioned the "master", even if He Qian, the old man who likes to lose his temper, he lost his temper. After a while, he sighed: "We are open and upright, what is the difference between doing this and those eunuchs!? Alas..."

Seeing that everyone was silent, Li Ping felt bored. He was just He Kui's slave, but Uncle An stopped He An's thought of accepting him as his disciple with one sentence. He was puzzled, but he couldn't ask at this time...

The few people present didn't say anything at this time. Li Ping didn't understand why, so he had to look at the few people. When his eyes fell on He Ai, the old man who had been standing quietly with his eyes closed, he suddenly saw He Ai's eyes suddenly wide open and shouted angrily: "I won't come out yet!"

When he heard the anger, Li Ping was shocked! He Ai's body was still moving. He had already reached a wall outside a house, and half of his arm poked into the wall. The wall was also made of earth and stone, but in He Ai's hands, it was worse than tofu... The three mountains of Luoyang are indeed well-known!

At the same time, a figure rose from the ground from the wall and said with some resentment: "Hmph, old man He Ai, if it weren't for Yidao of the surname Pang, you would also want to detect my way of hiding me?" Who else could this person be if he wasn't Han Xian?

He Ai, He An, He An and the green-robed swordsman stood around. Han Xianren knew that he could not break through in the air, so he simply fell down and prepared to fight the trapped beasts. Just as he was thinking who would attack these four people, suddenly a figure flashed in front of him, and a fist came towards him with a loud shout!

"Ping'er, no!" He An and others had already made a decision to siege Han Xian and steadily take down the other party. Unexpectedly, Li Ping was just here and was furious when he saw the Yellow Turban Remnants, and rushed up alone!

"Ha, the kid is looking for death!" Han Xian focused on the four masters on the field. He was not careful about Li Ping, dressed as a servant of the He family. He saw clearly that the person was only thirteen years old, and although the strength in his hands was full, it was insignificant to him.

Carrying the deep hatred of blood, wandering for three years, inexplicably sad and angry, Li Ping's chest was full of courage, and he suddenly felt the attack in the air! Before he could react, He An's roar sounded in his ears, everyone's cry, and a severe pain in his lower abdomen, he was pushed away by Han Xian's knees, and he was already spraying several mouthfuls of blood in the air...
Chapter completed!