With the flying wood chips gradually scattered, everything in the side room has been reflected in Zhang Ping’s eyes.

At this time, it seems that Song Ningzong hasn’t put on the golden dragon robe yet, and he is still wearing a golden robe and a mink cloak. Seeing that he is eager in the window, he is obviously ready to jump out of the window and escape.
At his side, a woman dressed in gorgeous white clothes was pampered all the year round, and the palace life made her feel more elegant and luxurious. However, Song Ningzong was calm and different, and Zhang Ping killed her. Her bright face was full of fear and panic at this time.
At this time, Song Ningzong, who had seen Zhang Ping’s martial arts, knew that he could never escape from Zhang Ping’s eyelids, so he patted the woman on the shoulder with one hand and signaled her not to be afraid. At the same time, he put on his cloak with the other hand and said to Zhang Ping, "It’s welcome for Taoist Zixue to come to me again today, but at this time, my beloved princess is disheveled, so please ask Taoist Zixue to stay away for a while. After my beloved princess is dressed, I will definitely make Taoist Zixue satisfied and return. I wonder what Taoist Zixue means?"
After listening to what Song Ningzong said, Zhang Ping clapped his hands and smiled: "Good, good, let’s not talk about today first. Guess that Gong Ling and Mo Wenjian will join hands to surround me. On that day, I went to the palace. I think Zhao Kuang was annoyed with me and was afraid that I wouldn’t take you seriously. I was afraid that I would come and go freely in this palace. Do you want to get rid of me first?"
Song Ningzong knew that Gong Ling didn’t ask about the sword, no matter how quibbling, he denied the fact that they surrounded Zhang Ping, so he didn’t pester him on this side. Instead, he continued: "There are still several martial arts secrets in this palace. I want them to be worse than the Taoist priest. Go out and wait for my beloved princess to get dressed and order someone to take them and give them to the Taoist priest."
Looking at this time, Song Ningzong Zhao Kuangping, who has a well-thought-out plan, shook his head and sighed: "There is a law in Zhao Kuangping’s imperial court called Zhulian Jiuzu. To put it bluntly, it is not because those relatives are first-class and don’t report it, but because you don’t believe that someone is willing to take revenge and don’t report it."
Then Zhang Ping suddenly turned around and kicked out two short sticks like two sharp arrows, which instantly penetrated the hearts of two big guards who had just broken in.
Then Zhang Ping turned around as if talking to an old friend and casually said to Zhao Kuo, Song Ningzong: "On the whole, I don’t believe you, Zhao Kuo-suo. I’d better go and see you, Zhao Jiazu Zong."
At this time, Zhao Kuo never imagined that Zhang Ping was bent on killing himself without being moved by the secret script. At this time, he just had to react and shouted "escort"
However, before he could make a sound in his throat, his right hand was already on his eyebrows. At this moment, he seemed to want to continue to say something. However, the only thing he can do is to open his eyes wider.
As Zhao expanded the body and fell beside him, the beautiful woman suddenly looked frightened and gave a loud and sharp long call.
However, when Zhang Ping just glanced at her from the side of her head, she quickly changed her expression by practicing intrigue and improvisation in the court for many years, just as when Zhang Ping first came in, she didn’t scold Zhao Expansion for her contempt. Zhang Pingqiu competed for favor in front of Zhao Expansion. She is a clever woman and a successful woman. However, now she must first become a living woman.
So she made a slight pause and immediately gave a grateful expression to Zhang Yingying, saying, "My concubine Sun Xiner thanked the Taoist priest for saving me from my misery. I was a female editor in the Imperial Academy, and I was forced to accept my concubine because I was accidentally seen by Zhao Kuo, and my family was safe and well-placed in this deep palace compound. However, my knees have been in danger over the years. If Zhao Kuo dies, I can’t give him a martyr. Please ask the Taoist priest to save my life and take me out of the palace."
However, Zhang Ping’s expression on her face did not change at all. Instead, she said, "This day is worse than your poor people. If I send it out with kindness, even if my martial arts are a hundred times higher, it will be in vain for my friends in the Jianghu to send it to her in a nickname called Purple Blood Demon Road. Presumably, this Sun Huangfei is white in character."
The imperial concubine Sun Xin ‘er heard what Zhang Ping said. Obviously, Zhang Ping was sitting on the ground asking for a reward, so she quickly said, "My body has quite some savings over the years, so that the Taoist can take my body away …"
Zhang Ping was impatient before she finished. "Even the emperor’s life is in my hands. I don’t have as much wealth as I want at the end of this day." As the saying goes, summer insects can’t speak, and you people will never understand my world. "
Then the Sun Xin son imperial concubine bowed her head and held her sleeves repeatedly with her hands for a moment. After that, she seemed to have made any major decision, and she looked up with a red face.
However, when she looked up with a sincere smile, she found that there was nothing in front of her except Zhao Kuang’s body.
Then rushed into the side room, the big bodyguard saw death. Song Ningzong Zhao expanded and a face of dull Sun Xin’s imperial concubine quickly greeted Sun Xin’s son. After that, several people hurriedly ran out to prepare to inform their friends about the death of Song Ningzong.
No matter what will happen to the Sun Xin ‘er imperial concubine, no matter who will sit in this DaSong country after Zhao Kuo’s guy dies, Zhang Ping is always patting his ass and leaving this DaSong court.
At this time, Zhao Kuangping was killed and evaded most guards along the road on his own. It was really unavoidable twice. However, after Zhang Ping offered the ghost prison evil wind roar and the fossil siddhi, there were only less than 100 small teams who died and were killed by Zhang Ping.
Then Zhang Ping ran all the way out of the palace. A man was angry and bleeding. thousands of feet could make the night ban in Hangzhou, a super master of the day. For Zhang Ping, it was like a fart. After looking back at several fires, Zhang Ping suddenly turned around and continued to display her flying skills and ran to the wall.
Zhang Ping, who climbed over the 70-foot-high super wall, took another look at Hangzhou City and murmured, "I hope you won’t let me come back again …"
Then Zhang Ping’s figure disappeared in the official road outside Hangzhou to be continued.
Chapter one hundred and sixty-five Dragon spirit itself
Zhang Pingzai was ready to go and see his apprentice Guo Jing after Zhao Wei’s expansion. However, just when Zhang Ping just walked out of the official road, he suddenly felt a great terrorist pressure coming from the direction of Hangzhou City behind him.
Zhang Ping turned around at this time and looked around as if everything was still the same in this quiet night without a stir.
However, Zhang Ping’s soul has a sense of inexplicable fear with the increase of pressure. At this time, Zhang Ping’s ears seem to hear a dragon roar, and then in Zhang Ping’s soul induction, a dragon flying from the direction of Hangzhou City cried, shook its head and wagged its tail, and its paws came out to pounce on Zhang Ping.
However, on this day, the dragon seems to have its own soul and body visible and audible, and the surrounding scenery is still flat and the body is not damaged at all.
However, Zhang Ping seems to have had a dream at this time, in which he was bumped into his chest by a dragon falling from the sky, and then the dream was broken into pieces like scattered petals.
Then Zhang Ping suddenly felt a sharp pain in the depths of the soul, even if it was a daoshanhuohai purgatory oil pan, I’m afraid it would be difficult to have this huge pain. Even if Zhang Ping had concentrated for many years, he was in this severe pain and cried and rolled in the road.
With the pain getting worse, Zhang Ping rationally told himself that he had to find a safe place.
So Zhang Ping rushed to the depths of the forest regardless of other forces. With the increasing pain in the depths of Zhang Ping’s soul, I don’t know how to rush out of Takuya. Zhang Ping saw a boat parked on the bank of the river in the distance. Zhang Pingyue just pushed the boat out. He finally couldn’t help it. The pain in the depths of the soul collapsed in the boat and passed out.
Just after Zhang Ping fainted, the city of Hangzhou was already a mess. Although the death of Song Ningzong Zhao Kuang has not yet come out, the clansmen of all walks of life have already taken their respective troops to kill in the capital.
In addition, several homing pigeons and fast horses rushed out of the capital to all directions, believing that it would not be long before the death of Zhao Kuang in Song Ningzong would be known to everyone.
In seven days, the news of Song Ningzong’s death has spread all over every state capital in the Song Dynasty, and there are still articles in Zhang Pinghai at the same time. However, all this is temporarily flat
It’s already halfway through the day, and Zhang Ping finally wakes up leisurely. However, the boat in his memory has disappeared and replaced by a Zhang Rou soft bed. Zhang Ping saw that he was covered, but even if he wanted to sit up, his body and limbs were like needles, and he couldn’t help but cry out "Ah".
Zhang Ping then turned around and looked at the scene in the room. He saw that he was sleeping in front of a huge bed, a red lacquer table, two chairs covered with brocade mats, and the room was embroidered with incense and incense. It was obviously a big family.
At this time, Zhang Ping’s mind must try not to transport energy, only to find that there is nothing wrong with his strength, meridians and bones, and there is no injury. According to this situation, Zhang Ping should not have pain, but the fact is that Zhang Ping can not believe it.
Then Zhang Ping tried to lift his right hand again. This time, the source of pain was finally accurately captured by Zhang Ping.
It turns out that the root of this pain is still in Zhang Ping’s soul body. Whenever Zhang Ping wants to move a little, the corresponding part of the soul body will be painful like a acupuncture knife, which hurts deeply.
In the face of such a situation, even if Zhang Ping is pregnant with several outstanding skills, there is no way to hope that the soul can heal itself.
Then Zhang Ping sat up with severe pain and assumed a five-hearted posture. Then he slowly operated Yugong to suppress his demand for food and water and waited quietly for the soul to be able to get out of the body at night.
When it was getting dark, Zhang Ping suddenly heard the sound of the door, and then a little girl of fifteen or sixteen came in with a handsome face and a short gown and a long skirt.
When the little girl saw that Zhang Ping didn’t continue to lie down, she suddenly turned around and went out and shouted, "Sister Jingle, come and see, that purple freak is awake."
Then six or seven little girls who were similar in age and looked like maids came in intermittently. After they entered the room, they gathered around Zhang Ping and asked, "Who are you and what’s your name?" "You didn’t eat or drink for seven days, but nothing happened. The young lady said you were a martial arts expert. Did you practice without eating or drinking magic?" "You …"
Just when Zhang Ping was upset by these girls, she suddenly heard a charming "silence" behind them.

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