One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

Ding Minjun, who came not far away, held the Longquan sword in his left hand, and was wearing a plain waist skirt, combed into the sky updo, Liuyun's long hair was held by the jade hairpin, like a hairy of autumn water, and he wore it on his white neck. The one is the emerald green jade 璎珞.

The skirts fluttered because of the breeze, like blue smoke, the waist was matched with a jade ring ribbon, and the feet were white high-barreled felt boots. She is tall and slender, she is indeed amazed when she walks in this way. She is not a beautiful person, but she is quite beautiful, she is slim, beautiful and beautiful, but it is also true.

Zhang Yang recovered from the state of being amazed, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised and strange and asked, "Didn't the head of Zhou have some connections with Mingjiao? Why, Mingjiao came to beat you Emei sect!"

"Unexpectedly, even you, a scholar who is not a member of the martial arts, knows this! Yes, my junior sister has something to do with the demon sect's advocacy of Wuji, but that was already a year ago, and Zhang Wuji was finally caught The little princess of Mongolia Tarzi hooked his soul, and my junior sister finally returned to this Mount Emei.

But who would have thought that three months ago, Junior Sister Zhou, Zhang Wuji, and even the little Mongolian princess had disappeared, and there was no news of the three of them on the rivers and lakes. The demon sect also fell into the hands of Zhu Chongba, the current founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, and now he can't speak in the same way. "

Having said this, Ding Minjun came to the front and threw a package into Zhang Yang's hand, and said angrily: "Go, put on your clothes behind the big stone over there, and then I will send you down the mountain. At this moment, you are a scholar pilgrim. In the past, the Buddha Hall under the Temple Mount was lost on the way to the mountain."

"An excuse is reasonable!" Zhang Yang, who took the package, didn't change it in a hurry, but after opening it, he frowned and looked at the sword in front of him and hugged him in front of his chest. Ding Minjun asked with an impatient look: " What kind of clothes are you? I don't seem to know how to wear them."

"What?...This is a Taoist robe, put it on, and then tie the straps. It's very simple, there are underwear inside." Ding Minjun already felt that he was on the verge of running away, and he felt helpless in his heart: "If he didn't look at him, he knew how to hide. Ah, and I'm still an ordinary scholar, this is the place where the Emei school falls, otherwise he would have been killed with a sword! Why, this man has always been faceless, not afraid, and so annoying."

"Ah? The clothes the Taoist wore!" Zhang Yang looked reluctant, and he had to walk behind the big rock pointed by Ding Minjun to put on the clothes. After all, this set on his body is already wet, so he can't Wear it again.

As for Ding Minjun, he reluctantly shook his head and turned around, turning his back to the big rock on Zhang Yang's side, and then said: "This is not a Taoist robe like the Taoist priest wears. Have you never seen a Taoist priest? Or an unlearned and unskilled one. , I don’t know Wu Gu dude."

Zhang Yang did not answer Ding Minjun’s ridicule and complaints, but he did come to the stone and thought about changing into this Taoist robe, only to realize that this was not the kind of clothes he understood that Taoist priests wore, but a kind of leading right. Long gown with large sleeves, plain white collar with white collar, and slits on both sides of the body.

This kind of clothing of ancient men made Zhang Yang secretly said again: "The ancients are really troublesome!"-The biggest feature of this kind of clothing is that it is placed on the inside, that is, from the left side of the outside and inside. A piece of cloth was connected to the slit on the right side, and three folds were sewn from the back to the middle ridge.

Zhang Yang’s hair has long been like an ancient man because of several time and space travels. At this time, he found a black cloth strip and tied it up, thinking that one day he would have to take care of his hair too, Zhang Yang Just a bit of chills, that's it. So, in any case, I will never care about it or ask more questions. Anyway, just come as he pleases. He feels that he is already very adaptable and follow the customs. If this continues, it is estimated that it will really change. He became an ancient man, and Zhang Yang didn't want to kill him.

"Okay!" Zhang Yang, who changed his clothes, put the wet clothes in the package, re-wrapped it, and found a suitable place to go down the mountain and then throw it away. After all, I threw it here. I don’t want anything to happen. , The men's clothes appeared in the bathing place of the Emei school female disciples in the back mountain, which is very interesting to think about.

Zhang Yang walked out, and Ding Minjun took a look and said, "Okay, you can go with me! I will send you down the mountain now, and when you get to the mountain gate, you will leave by yourself."

"Yeah. I know."

...

Although he had a legitimate excuse, and Ding Minjun got the joss stick and handed it to Zhang Yang, the appearance of a pilgrim is indeed undoubted, but still on the way down the mountain, it still caused some female disciples to stop and look sideways. And if he heard them correctly, Zhang Yang heard them whispering discussions such as: "A scholar is very handsome!" and "At first glance, he is a rich child, who is traveling in mountains and rivers, and lost his way! I was touched by the teacher's sister. Arrived."

Regarding their whispered discussion and watching, Zhang Yang did not notice or did not hear it, but he didn't want to respond to these little masters, the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, he still didn't understand it! Who dares to provoke these little girls who see clear rules and precepts like the law. All of them seemed harmless to humans and animals, and they were all charming and lovely. Who knew how many lives were killed under their hands, after all, this is one---Jianghu.

At this time, maybe the road down the mountain is too long, Zhang Yang is a person who can’t help but can’t calm down. Zhang Yang couldn’t help but hurried a few steps and walked beside Ding Minjun side by side with her. It was as if he was about to draw a sword and slash someone, stopping and standing up and glaring at Zhang Yang, his eyes full of vigilance and coldly said: "What are you going to do?"

"Dizzy!-Why are you so nervous? ... I'm just bored, I want to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to you! We are not familiar, and you are not a good person."

"...!"

Zhang Yang looked eager to cry without tears, and said in his heart: "I am also a good student who grew up under the sun of socialism, or a slender student from an excellent university education. How come I am not a good person when I get to you? Damn it, I look like a bad guy so much!"

Of course, Zhang Yang is not a dumb guy. He immediately changed his attitude, with a pleasant look, and said, "Well, look at the beauty...!"

Before Zhang Yang's words were finished, Ding Minjun’s long sword came out of the sheath with a "fat" sound, and directly compared to Zhang Yang’s neck, while Ding Minjun’s face looked like frost, and he warned: "Pay attention to your words. You are also a scholar of sages and sages, the way of Confucius and Mencius, or I will kill you! I will be clearing the door for the people of Tianwen."..