Chapter 389 Yellow River Tea House (Third update)
The Yellow River is turbulent.
In a small teahouse along the Yellow River, a woman in green clothes put down her sword, took off her bamboo hat and placed it on the greasy table.
"Staff, a bowl of tea."
"May I ask this guest what kind of tea he wants?" the waiter asked casually. Then he caught a glimpse of the woman's face under the bamboo hat and was surprised: "What..."
" Chrysanthemum tea." He Ping said quietly: "Let me call you Lao Li."
The waiter in a coarse white coat looked at He Ping carefully and poured her a bowl of yellow chrysanthemum tea. At the same time, he looked at the green lady who sat down. The woman in clothes said: "Master Li is over there, why don't you come over?"
He Ping shook her head quietly, picked up the tea bowl and smelled the aroma gently, then took a sip.
Put down the bowl.
"Just here."
The waiter nodded.
"Okay."
Not long after, an old man with a hunched head and a white scarf came out of the tea stall. He saw He Ping drinking tea in the most conspicuous place. He couldn't help but sigh, and sat down. Opposite He Ping.
"Why are you, my aunt, here at this time?"
"Can't I come?" He Ping asked quietly.
She was still drinking chrysanthemum tea from the bowl.
"I heard that Ning Huan is going to Luo City. Why are you here at this juncture?" the old man said with a sigh.
"I was kicked out." He Ping said quietly.
"Who dares to chase you away!" The old man slapped his thigh, not believing it at all.
"It's true." He Ping said lightly: "He thinks I'm old."
He Ping is only twenty-nine, let alone old, not even middle-aged.
But of course the old man understood who He Ping was talking about.
"He wants to support this stall in Luocheng alone?" The old man looked at He Ping and said in disbelief.
"That's what he thinks." He Ping said quietly.
"Do you believe him?" the old man continued.
"If I didn't believe it, I wouldn't have come out." He Ping looked back at the Yellow River: "I have seen Shang Li, but I have not seen Ning Huan." The Yellow River rolled eastward, and the sky was high in the sky, making it particularly dazzling
.
"I know how strong Shang Li is, so I can imagine how strong Ning Huan is now." "
If you were not in Luo City, Luo City would probably be turned upside down now." The old man sighed and said.
"Yeah." He Ping said simply.
"Aren't you worried?" The old man looked at He Ping and said.
He Ping was just drinking tea: "If I was worried, I wouldn't be here." "
In short, it's enough that he won't die."
"If I were in Luo City, I wouldn't be able to stand many things."
"Out of sight is out of sight."
"Besides, I want to see it too."
He Ping said, looking at the old man in front of her: "How far has he grown?" "
So you think he has grown enough to be with Ning Huan? Is this the point of arm wrestling?" The old man looked at He Ping as if he were a madman.
"Others can't, but he can." He Ping said.
"Do you know?"
"Actually, he and I have never crossed hands once." "
We have never crossed hands with each other since we were young."
"But I always believe that if we really fight to the death."
" Then he must be the one who survives in the end."
After hearing what He Ping said, the old man shook his head: "This is impossible."
"You have never lost."
He Ping lowered his head and smiled: "Yes, I I have never lost."
"But he has watched me fight too many times."
"My fighting method and fighting style have no secrets in his eyes." "
I have never hidden anything from him."
"He said that when he looked at me before, he felt that I was unfathomable and could not see my so-called limits." "
But now, he said that he saw it."
"And told me."
"It's not that he has become stronger. , but I have become weaker."
"Although I don't want to admit it."
"But he is right."
"I am indeed not as strong as when I was my strongest."
"I have never lost before."
"But it doesn't mean that I have never lost in the future."
"Especially if the opponent is him."
The old man listened to He Ping's words and finally sighed deeply: "I don't think that kid will take action against you." "
I don't think either." He Ping smiled. laugh.
"But I hope." He Ping looked into the eyes of the old man in front of her as she said this.
"If one day I am forced to attack him with the goal of killing him." "
Then I hope that the last person to survive will be him."
The woman's expression was bright and calm, as if she was saying about things that have nothing to do with you.
The old man didn't want to continue this topic.
He looked at the long river behind He Ping.
"You think he can beat Ning Huan?"
"I don't know," He Ping said.
"If he can beat you, then he can beat Ning Huan." The old man said.
He Ping lowered her head and smiled: "Why do you always think so highly of me?"
The old man really didn't smile: "Because I know what battles you have gone through, and I also know that you have gone through those battles, and you have never lost the last time. None."
"That's enough."
He Ping tilted her head and smiled: "Maybe it's my luck?"
"A person can't always be lucky." The old man said quietly: "Although I know you You are really about to die, but before you die, you are the most terrifying killer in the world, bar none." "
I may live for a while longer." He Ping replied calmly: "And I really don't want to lose. For once, it proves that you are wrong."
"You should try your best to win if you can." "You
will not be happy if you lose, and if you lose, you will die, and you will not be able to do many things you want to do." "
Also, I I believe that he can't kill Ning Huan now. His martial arts are very..." He Ping paused as he said this. She didn't know how to describe it for a moment: "Very thief? Or shameless? Or very shameless?" Mushrooms?"
"In short, his martial arts are different from the martial arts we are familiar with."
"He can beat me because he is so familiar with me, so even if I am stronger than him, he can still beat me." "
But for Ning Huan, whom he is not familiar with, even if he can really kill Ning Huan, he He won't take action."
The old man listened to He Ping's careful description and sighed: "You two really know each other best in the world." "After all, we have been together for a long time."
He Ping smiled. said with a smile.
"Ning Huan is coming to Luo City, right?" He Ping looked at the old man, but she didn't smile this time.
"Actually, we've arrived." The old man looked at He Ping and said.
"So fast." He Ping couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Yes, after all, he is Ning Huan." The old man said.
"Ning Huan stopped the Shaolin Temple's Little Vajra Demon Subduing Formation on the long street. After breaking the formation, he continuously injured Hei Wu, the protector of Luo Jiao, and the little girl from your inn, Dragon Boat Festival, and finally took Ning Xia to Luo City's Red Sleeve Moves."
" Fang Bie didn't take action."
The old man looked at He Ping and said.
He Ping lowered her head and sighed: "No wonder he had to kick me out."
(End of Chapter)