Chapter 192： Double ghost (1/2)

He Binghua watched them silently.

Although he was better than Xu Shixiao, the other two in Qingmangshan were better than Zhang Shimei and Sun Shimei.

Moreover, the green mountains are more powerful than Taihua Valley, so it's better to take a step back.

Xu Shixiao waved his hands and turned to go out.

The tall young man looked at Chuli in suspicion and turned to follow.

”Stop!” Brother Er suddenly came out and stood up to block their way.

Xu Shixiao frowned at him.

Brother Er held his chest up and said loudly: ”Three guest officers, you smashed our tables and chairs. You haven't paid yet!”

”Asshole, look for death!” The tall young man was furious.

Xu Shixiao waved his hand: ”Brother Zhao, give him!”

The tall young man stared at Xiao Er fiercely, as if he was about to eat him.

Xiao Er glanced at the three women He Binghua, immediately raised her chest, and said loudly: ”Twenty two!”

The tall young man raised his hand with his teeth gritted, took out a piece of silver from his arms, and threw it fiercely.

”Slap!” The silver light flashed, and the silver ingot shot into the pillar.

Xiao Er glanced at the silver sinking into the pillar, swallowed his saliva, and did not dare to squeak. If he didn't shoot on the pillar and shot on himself, he might get cold all over.

The tall young man glanced proudly at the crowd, and then stared at the second child fiercely, skipping Chu Li directly and dare not look.

”Let's go.” Xu Shixiao strode down the meteor, and the other two hurriedly followed.

”Sister Sun?” He Binghua looked back, looking at the injured petite woman.

The petite and exquisite woman turned pale and hummed, ”It hurts, it's nothing, hum, it's a verdant mountain!”

She immediately laughed again: ”Sister He, who can fight back that Xu Shixiao, really is Sister He!”

He Binghua shook his head: ”They can't belittle them, let's go back first.”

”Well, I have no mood to eat!”

The three got up and went out.

As He Binghua came downstairs, his clear eyes swept away from Chu Li. Leave without incident.

Chu Li watched the three daughters Nana go downstairs, holding the glass and shaking her head.

He has heard of Taihua Valley. It is considered a second-rate sect and has great strength. The disciples are all women. Unlike Xueyue Xuan, Taihua Valley does not accept male disciples.

It is said that because Taihua Valley's mentality is only suitable for women to practice, men will go into the devil after practicing.

Qingmang Mountain is also famous. The first-class Zhengdao school has a good reputation in Wulin, but it is an enemy of Xueyue Xuan.

The two factions are revenge, entangled in grievances for hundreds of years, the hatred is getting deeper and deeper, and it is impossible to resolve.

Xueyue Xuan is an upright school, as is Green Mangshan. He usually stays very upright. Of course, there are inevitably disdainful disciples. The disciples will fight whenever they meet, there is no distinction between right and evil.

This is Wulin's grudges. It has nothing to do with justice. It's just personal grudges. It's hard for outsiders to intervene.

The second brother diligently sent the three daughters away and stepped back on the chair to pull out the silver ingots.

But the silver ingot was deeply embedded in the pillar, and the pillar was hard and woody. He took a kitchen knife, and it took nine cattle and two tigers to pull it out, sitting in a chair and panting. Make everyone laugh.

Chu Li shook his head. He really loved the beauty. He died under the peony flower and made a ghost. If it is another martial arts character, I am afraid he will have a hard time.

Chu Li shook his head again. He had read the second brother's thoughts. He was holding on to the hardships. After suffering the hardships, the three daughters of Taihuagu must be concerned. For a small person, that can boast a lifetime.

Chu Li had eaten and returned to his small courtyard with cinnabar.

A string of lanterns hung in the courtyard, and it was so bright that he took some yellow paper, polished cinnabar, and began to paint strokes.

After a while, a dozen runes were drawn.

He looked at his masterpiece, shook his head in disappointment, rubbed his hands, turned it into powder and was blown away by the evening wind. It was useless. It seems that this symbol is not a Taoist amulet.

He was sitting in the yard watching the moon meditation. It seemed that he had to check the information carefully. Such a miracle, there must be some records. As long as he found a scale and a half claw, he might be able to make it.