Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 3 Have you ever seen a demon talk about the moral principles of the world?
People in the wine shop were shocked.

The waiter held the teapot in his left hand and the tea bowl in his right hand. He trembled and almost knocked the bowl.

Killing someone in the street? Are they still killing officers and soldiers?
Does that kid know what he did?

And what is the weapon in his hand?
A glazed square plate with a more exquisite shape that shines in the sun.

Where did this idiot come from?
What should I do if I hit someone with this and broke the baby?
Chu Pingsheng didn't know what they were thinking. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care. It's a popular product with free shipping at 9.9 on Pinxixi, good reviews and a two-dollar red envelope for cash back. It's a scumbag.

"A conscientious seller."

He sighed in a low voice, wiped the blood on the ashtray on the bald golden soldier, and was about to get the stolen glass when he heard an exclamation from behind him, and then the sound of footsteps.

"go to hell!"

With a loud shout, my heart felt cold, and the still cold February wind poured into my sweater, swishing into my waist.

Chu Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, then stood up and turned around, meeting the astonished gaze of another golden soldier. The ferocious look on his face was quickly swallowed up by the confusion in his heart.

how could be?

What did I do?
Why is he so hard?

The knife clearly hit the young man's back and his clothes were torn, but there was no sign of injury at all.

Moreover, the scimitar in my hand was sharpened yesterday. It should be as effortless to cut a person as it is to cut a watermelon. Now the blade has a big hole?

"what……"

After all, he was someone who had been on the battlefield. The Jin Bing quickly realized what he was doing, his blank face receded, and his ferociousness reappeared. He roared, held the handle of the knife with both hands and stabbed Chu Pingsheng in the heart.

There was no spurt of blood, no feeling of penetration into the flesh, the tip of the knife only penetrated a little and then could not go in again.

I prick.

I'll prick again.

I still prick.

After three stabs in a row, the tip of the knife was bent. The boy opposite just looked at him, looking at him, and still looking at him.

Is that human being?
The people in the wine shop looked blankly at Jin Bing, who seemed to be performing a one-man show.

"Is it enough? Do you want to prick it again?" Chu Pingsheng asked.

"..."

"Then it's my turn."

With a whine, the ashtray hit Jin Bing's head in the painful eyes of the two merchants. However, he was luckier than the bald man in front. The leather helmet flew out, but the force was relieved and he did not see the King of Hell immediately.

puff.

Jin Bing threw away the knife, bent his knees, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed as if pounding garlic.

"Young hero, spare your life, grandpa, spare your life. I made a mistake. I don't dare to do it anymore. I don't dare to do it anymore."

He thought he had met a martial arts master.

Chu Pingsheng rubbed the ashtray: "Where's the horse?"

"Over there...the two horses over there..."

Chu Pingsheng followed his direction and saw two black-maned horses with knotted muscles tied under a poplar tree less than ten meters in front of him.

"Where's the money?"

Jin Bing quickly took out the money bag tied to his waist and poured out a few pieces of silver, only three or four taels, which was not enough to count.

Chu Pingsheng didn't say anything, he just stared. He was so frightened that he knelt down and crawled to the body of the bald golden soldier. He took out a black money bag, poured out the broken silver in it, and barely made up ten taels of silver.

Chu Pingsheng smiled coldly. It seemed that the bald golden soldier not only used his brains on the horses, but also didn't plan to give him enough money.

"Glass... glass cup."

Jin Bing picked off his companion's fingers, took out the glass, and raised it above his head.

Chu Pingsheng took it in his hand and put it into his backpack, then touched the sweater that was damaged by the knife: "How do I count this clothes?"

Jin Bing was stunned for a moment, then reached out to untie his cotton-padded clothes.

"Who wants your military uniform?"

Only then did he wake up, look around, pick up the curved scimitar, and walk to the white-robed scholar: "Clothes, get the clothes, hurry up."

The white-robed scholar's face turned pale with fear. With trembling hands, he untied the backpack placed on the bench, found a clean robe and pushed it over.

The golden soldier took it in his hand and presented it to Chu Pingsheng.

It's not that he hasn't thought about taking the opportunity to escape, but he doesn't dare to do so, because the young man in the different service is a peerless master, and the other party who wants his life is as easy as crushing an ant.

In fact, Chu knew how to use three axes in his life. Although his defense was invincible, in terms of martial arts skills, he was no match for monkeys stealing peaches, gods picking grapes, and physical skills such as thousand-year-old Kulasi. He wanted to escape on horseback, but there was really nothing he could do against him.

"Young hero, look at the horse now..."

Halfway through Jin Bing's words, he felt an evil wind hit his face, and his neck was strangled before he could react. Ho ho...

ho ho...

Chu Pingsheng twisted hard.

Slightly.

Jin Bing rolled his eyes and was out of breath.

He threw the body aside, walked to the wine shop with his money bag, grabbed the kettle and bowl from the confused boy, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Where are the steamed buns and mutton I want?"

"I'm coming."

Before the waiter could make a move, the shopkeeper brought out everything he ordered with a look of fear on his face.

Although the current world is not peaceful, it is really rare to see a guy like this who kills officers and soldiers like mowing grass.

Chu Pingsheng picked out the smallest piece of silver from the money bag and threw it on the table. He put away the steamed buns and mutton, walked to the place where the horse was tied, untied the reins, turned on the horse, pulled up the long mane at the back of his neck, whipped his whip, and fiercely Cross your legs.

架！
Hurry up.

The black horse screamed in pain and galloped away with its hooves clapping.

Chu Pingsheng is very beautiful, and she actually looks good when riding a horse for the first time. Could it be that he has extraordinary talent?
As for the matter of killing the golden soldiers, he had long forgotten about it.

There are two major rules in martial arts novels: good guys die from the Virgin, and villains die from talking too much. Should you spare Jin Bing's life and let him go back to the camp and chase people to kill him?
The people in the wine shop looked at the people and horses disappearing quickly, and their anxious hearts finally fell back into their stomachs. They turned their faces and saw the corpses of the two golden soldiers, and felt their scalps numb and chills running down their backs.

The black eats the black.

Who would have thought that a young man with a harmless look on his face could kill golden soldiers as well as chopping melons and vegetables. Moreover, this guy has no sense of morality. He is a thief who kills donkeys for fun. He usually robs houses, kills, and sells goods. No less work.

Xing Shang, who just saw Liu Li Bei's heartbeat, broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, two golden soldiers had to serve as scapegoats, otherwise today would be his death anniversary next year.

……

Chu Pingsheng clearly remembered that the Jiangnan Seven Monsters and Qiu Chuji's Zuixianlou appointment was on March 24th. There was still more than a month left and he had plenty of time. Guo Jing would not have traveled all night, and the horse he was riding was not a sweaty horse, so As long as he runs for an extra hour or two after the sun goes down, he will definitely be able to reach Yanjing City in advance.

On the third day, when the sun's rays shone into the ditch and the spring breeze carried a sound of voices, he knew that his destination was just ahead.

The current Yanjing City is the central capital of the Jin Dynasty, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most prosperous city in the north.

There are bun sellers, jugglers, candy makers, green vegetables with bamboo baskets, stalls with rouge gouache, sachets and hairpins, and shirtless craftsmen forging iron tools...

Chu Pingsheng was dazzled by what he saw. It was more refreshing than going back to his hometown to catch a big market during the Chinese New Year.

But he quickly came to his senses, found an inn, handed the horse to the waiter and took it to the backyard to feed fodder, then asked for directions and walked towards Ganquanfang.

Not long after walking, he heard bursts of cheers from the front. He stood on tiptoes and looked up. He saw that the street in front was full of people watching the excitement. On the middle ring was a red cloth with black characters that read "Contest to recruit a bride." Four big characters.

Fortunately I didn't miss it.

Chu Pingchang breathed a sigh of relief, used brute force to separate the crowd and walked in.

Originally, modern people had good food and were taller than the ancients. He stood out from the crowd at 1.8 meters tall. The two unhappy men in front of him were about to get angry when they realized the height difference between them. They suddenly stopped and said obediently. Step aside.

Chu Pingsheng looked straight ahead and saw the shadow of his opponent's palms flying. Mu Nianci, who was dressed in red and bright as fire, gave way to the sweeping fist, flew forward and kicked the man in the face, knocking him off the ring.

He is very handsome, with charming eyebrows, a fresh mouth, a delicate nose and an oval face. He is dressed in red clothes and has no hairpin or hairpin. He has his own elegance.

wow...

There were cheers, applause, and whistles.

The man lost face, covered his face and left in panic.

"What a handsome little lady, with such handsome skills."

"What number is this?"

"This is the seventh time since I got here."

"This one is quite good. It lasted for half a cup of tea. The previous one was defeated in one move."

"..."

Chu Pingsheng didn't know when Yang Kang would come, nor where Guo Jing was now. He had no interest in waiting for them. He wanted to complete the novice welfare tasks first and get the rewards first.

So before Yang Tiexin came on stage to speak, he walked up the stairs.

Others went up to the ring to do various flowery things, such as Yaozi turning over, or Dapeng spreading its wings, and there was also a flower monk posing as a boy worshiping Guanyin. He was the only one who was so simple and unpretentious.

Several martial arts people shook their heads when they saw this, because no matter in terms of body movements or temperament, Chu Pingsheng did not look like a martial arts practitioner, but more like a scholar who was raised in fine clothes and fine food.

A woman in a red dress is good-looking, but her martial arts skills are quite high. What do young people want? The beauty in the picture looks at you in the huge crowd and then kicks you away? Why bother!

However, scholars are generally hypocritical, otherwise how could they come up with such crooked words as "being a ghost under a pomegranate skirt and being romantic".

Looking at it this way, his behavior is understandable.

(End of this chapter)