One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

"Oh? Haha! The son said, what you say is what you say, and the old man does not refute it." Master Zhao smiled with a smile on the white beard on his chin, and said:'The son is really a blunt and unrestrained. Innocent people are really rare. It seems that the scholar did not expect to be a literary and military person. ’

"What are you talking nonsense? What do you love! Believe it or not, I will go back now." Qingchen said with shame, it was obvious that he had just publicized the "love her", "love her" and "cherish her", so that Qingchen had just been I have already dared not to expect some discouragement, sad emotions, and once again ignited some hope and happiness.

But most of them are a little bit humiliated about Zhang Yang's unobtrusive appearance in outsiders. Zhang Yang is really not like a scholar, and even less like a person who has been nurtured by the Central Plains etiquette.

"Don't! I'm wrong, heroine, please don't go." Zhang Yang said, crying without tears: "Is there so many broken things in ancient times? Pay attention to the red tape of this and that, do you want others to live? It’s really messy every day, this year there are so many things."

And at this time Zhang Yang also asked Qingchen to stay, only to beg for mercy. This time, the identity of "Fearing Nei" was sitting dead, and he couldn't get away even if he wanted to run. At the beginning, I was still entangled in the reasons why I did not bring Qingchen, but now I am not only bringing it, but I also don’t want her to leave if I can’t send it. Zhang Yang is also afraid of loneliness, especially after the repeated crossings It feels so down, that's right.

"Master Zhang, Eun Gong, he's so funny!" At this time, Biyou looked curiously at the begging and crying face, begging for mercy. I don't know why I became curious, and really like the rich kids I knew before. It's not the same, and people from all walks of life have seen a lot, but there is no such humorous and likable man as my benefactor Zhang.

"...Don't talk nonsense, I close my eyes to calm my mind, and you have a good chat with Master Zhao!" Qingchen didn't pay attention to the publicity, but closed his eyes and calmly leaned on the carriage and embraced the Zhenwu sword, ignoring the publicity.

When Zhang Yang saw this, he looked at Qingchen and saw that Qingchen was no longer energetic, so he relaxed: "I'm really scared, this little Nizi ran away! When did Zhang Yang become such a lover for children, I talked about the traverser. Don't worry, there are all the fetters now, alas!"

"Where did the son and the Qingchen come from? I think the son is not like a person from the rivers and lakes, but really like a scholar who has no power to bind a chicken, and sees the delicate and ruddy skin on the son's hand and the palm of his hand. The son of a big family!

It's not like the hand of a martial artist, but more like a scholar holding a pen, but the son of Wu Lin is Gao Qiang! Really strange! "Master Zhao asked Zhang Yang's origins aloud at this time, adding that after he observed it, he directly said that he was very curious. It is estimated that he wanted to find out the origin of Zhang Yang, which is normal and not surprising.

When Zhang Yang heard the old man Zhao’s question, he was depressed and said: "What else can we do in our time except with a pen? After more than ten years of reading, can it be a scholar? It’s a fine skin and tender meat. There is no way. At that time, all those who had land were local tyrants, but we were diaosi, and there was no half an acre of land for farming!

I can only play QQ Farm. In that kind of life, let alone men's skin and tender meat, women are all beautiful women! "Of course, Zhang Yang can't say that either. First, the old man would think he was insane; secondly, wouldn't it be okay to look for trouble? So Zhang Yang thought about it and replied.

Zhang Yang replied: "Well, it's a scholar whose parents are in the same family background. As for the problem of martial arts, because of the uniqueness of martial arts practice, naturally it seems that the palms are rough and cocooned like those who practice martial arts, but it's okay. It's not too weak to bind the chicken!"

"Oh! That's the case. The old man also knows a lot of martial arts heroes, but he doesn't know who the son is? Your special martial arts must have a unique inner strength mental method, which has the effect of covering the skin. This is very similar to an ancient tomb. Pie, but Guan Gongzi is not like a person from the Tomb Pie."

The old man stroked his silver beard, thoughtfully, obviously not very satisfied with the answer, but he felt curious.

And Master Zhao’s daughter, at this time, it can be said that her ears are pricked up, she has been staring at Zhang Yang. Fortunately, the old horse knows the road. This thing is not like a car that needs to master the direction. It is a straight road, so naturally, there is no need to look ahead. I am very curious about this, too. Zhang Yang smiled slightly on Zhang Yang's face and said: "It is a master invited by my father, but I don't know what the name of the master is, so I'm just his nominal apprentice, in fact, I don't know who I am! Alas, in the future Whenever I have a chance, I will ask his old man, there is no way!

At this time, Qingchen opened his eyes and glanced at Zhang Yang. The meaning was obvious: "What a lie!" Zhang Yang was embarrassed and hurriedly explained silently: "Don't open up! It's troublesome." Qing Chen naturally knew Zhang Yang. So I also know that walking the rivers and lakes to hide the identity is the most important thing, so naturally I won't say anything, but then closed my eyes and calmed down again, no longer asking anything.

"It seems that the unnamed master, the unnamed master, must be a master, and an extremely powerful hermit master! Rare, rare, the master is really a strange person, and he has this adventure." Master Zhao was very envious. Admiringly, he glanced at Zhang Yang and then thought of something, and hurriedly asked: "My son, you said you are a scholar, right?"

"...Yes!" Zhang Yang was suddenly nervous. He didn't know why he admitted that he was a scholar in ancient times and was looked at with excitement. He was so nervous: "How come I have read books for more than ten years, come to the ancient times and say that I am Is the scholar still guilty? What the hell! Don't persuade, hold on, this old man can't do it!"

——Acknowledging that I am a scholar, and I became guilty of my conscience! I feel like I have read fake books for more than ten years. It seems that I am very guilty of being stared at by Master Zhao.

"I would also like to ask the young man to advise the young lady's poems. The people she met in Beijing this time were not just officials, but also a scholarly family. The young lady's poems are a bit common, so please enlighten me!

At this moment, there is nothing wrong. I also ask the son to give me some advice. Then the little girl will be my old friend. He is a poetry person. He also has some good opinions and poetry understanding when he asks the little girl! "

"Please also enlighten me, the little girl is very honored."

Zhang Yang looked dumbfounded, and he had all the thoughts that came out of crying! Suddenly, with a bitter melon expression, he turned his head to ask for help from Yu Qingchen. Unexpectedly, he saw that Qingchen had opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile, that smile, and slightly trembling shoulders. Suddenly, she wanted to cry without tears, and she was speechless: "My uncle! Pretend to be a scholar-I'm very generous!"..