Another humanitarian said, "Don’t you know that Uncle Zhao is called’ Iron Man Private’ Zhao Zhengyi, Master Zhao, that is, our Fourth Dragon Master became sworn brother Li Tanhua?"

Li Xunhuan raised his glass and laughed. "I haven’t seen you for ten years, but I can’t believe that Big Brother has made many famous good brothers again. Let’s propose a toast to Big Brother first."
Long Xiaoyun seems to be red in the face and barely laughs. "My brother is your brother. I also propose a toast to you."
Li Xunhuan said, "That’s not bad. I didn’t expect that I would have more big brothers, but I wonder if these heroes would recognize me as a worthless brother?"
Long Xiaoyun laughed. "Why don’t they come when they are happy?"
Li Xunhuan said, "…" He didn’t know what to say when he came, but the words came to his mouth, but he changed to say with a smile. "Uncle Zhao is said to be a tough guy, and it’s hard to see him smile once all the year round. If he comes, I’m afraid I can’t even drink wine. I can’t believe that you won’t drink until he comes."
Long Xiaoyun was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he gathered to smile and sink a way: "The plum blossom thief has reappeared in the Jianghu …"
Li Xunhuan said, "I’ve heard about it."
Long Xiaoyun said, "But my dear brother, do you know where this’ plum blossom thief’ is at the moment?"
Li Xunhuan said, "It is said that this person’s whereabouts are erratic …"
Long Xiaoyun also interrupted him, saying, "Yes, this man is indeed erratic, but I know that he must be in Baoding city at present and may be near our home."
When this sentence came out, everyone shrank their necks in unison. The pot of burning fire seemed to be unable to stop the cold outside. Li Xunhuan couldn’t help but say, "Has he appeared here?"
Long Xiaoyun sighed, "Yes, Qin Xiaoyi Qin Sange Dagong was injured in his hand the night before yesterday."
Li Xunhuan frowned. "Where did he get it?"
Long Xiaoyun said every word, "It’s in the plum blossom forest in front of Leng Xiang House in our backyard."
Li Xunhuan shrugged. "Who else did he hurt?"
Long Xiaoyun said, "My brother may not know that this man always hurts one person every night and will never do it before midnight!"
He reluctantly smiled. "His murderous temper is not only regular but also quantitative, just like some people drink."
Li Xunhuan also smiled, but it didn’t last long because he knew there must be something wrong here …
It is said that Zhang Ping secretly followed Li Xunhuan all the way, and after Li Xunhuan entered Xingyunzhuang, he went to find an inn to live in.
Drinking wine alone at dusk at this time, an uninvited guest came to the inn. It was Na Yingying who brought a letter from Long Xiaoyun, and then he put down the stationery and respectfully left.
Zhang Ping examined the letter carefully and made sure there was no problem before he glanced at the letterhead.
This is a strongly worded letter written by Long Xiaoyun, who asked him to meet in Xingyunzhuang in the middle of the night tonight and asked Long Xiaoyun to seek justice.
Zhang Ping smiled at the corners of her mouth after reading the letter as if she didn’t care. She picked up the glass and poured it herself again.
The moon hung in front of the gate of Liyuan, where the bright moonlight spread all over the earth, and Zhang Ping slowly came along alone.
"One door, seven scholars, three fathers, and three flowers" finally arrived late with Zhang Ping’s shallow and whispering drums.
Then suddenly everyone in Xingyunzhuang heard a cold voice coming from all directions.
"Purple blood demon road Zhang Ping should come here to kill people and want to report his legacy for Long Xiaoyun to come out and die quickly."
This sound is getting louder and louder, and the last dead word makes a direct shock. In Xingyun Village, the glass is "clucking" in front of everyone who is drinking. With the branches falling, snowflakes and plum blossoms, people can’t help but feel a chill.
Long Xiaoyun, on the other hand, is sullen and silent, holding his glass. It seems that he is a man with a deep mind. On the surface, he seems to be indifferent to his son’s being deprived of martial arts. Is it practical? Actually, he hates it! Especially this person unexpectedly Li Xunhuan and some! His heart would have wished Li Xunhuan to die! So he has arranged a play!
After staying at night for ten minutes, Zhang Ping sneaked into Xingyunzhuang, so he could accuse Zhang Ping of being a plum blossom thief shilling. Zhang Ping and Li Xunhuan fought a lose-lose fight, and then he and himself called the best players and others to hug each other again and caught them all.
It’s a pity that Long Xiaoyun never imagined that Zhang Ping was never a card player according to common sense. He had already made an out-of-body investigation of Xingyunzhuang. How could Zhang Ping win the subtotal in Long Xiaoyun?
However, Long Xiaoyun’s plan failed, and he immediately had a plan, so a large group of people poured out at the entrance of Xingyunzhuang, and many torches were used to detain the door of Xingyunzhuang.
Zhang Pingwang as Long Xiaoyun and others came to Li Xunhuan suddenly corners of the mouth a young smiled and said "Li Xiong! I didn’t expect us to meet again so soon. This is really fate! "
Li Xunhuan coughed a little at this and then said slowly, "Zhang Daochang, are you suffering again? Cough … "
Just then Long Xiaoyun suddenly rushed out of a young boy in jinyi, whose eyes looked like an owl in the darkness.
"Newcomers? Quote your family number and his legacy. "Zhang Ping looked at the boy and asked.
The boy in Jinyi also looked at him and snorted, "I’m the one who killed you, young master. You’re wicked. Today, young master, I will do justice for heaven."
The words sound just fell and the young boy in Jinyi suddenly stabbed pieces of snow with a sword in the oblique field, which seemed to be scattered like powder by a kind of strength, and then the cold light flashed to Zhang Ping’s chest.
This sword not only comes with surprising speed, but also has a sharp shock wave, which is hard to resist even if it is stabbed head on.