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Chapter 142 Northern Tang Dynasty

Chapter 142 Northern Tang

"Lao San, I'm not telling you, you are such a failure if you can't even kill such a bitch."

"Brother, do you think I don't want to kill that bitch? If I hadn't shot the poisonous insect into her arm in the end, I would have almost died under her knife. Damn it, I just came here with a cold."

He sneezed three times. The one who spoke was a man wearing a black windbreaker, with short hair and a cigarette in his mouth. Walking with him was a very handsome man, also wearing a black windbreaker, with his hands hidden under his long hair.

In his sleeves, there are a pair of knife-like eyes. The two are from the Northern Tang Dynasty, and the third man is the one who made the bronze hand, his name is Tang San, and the other man is the eldest disciple of the head of the Tang family in the Northern Tang Dynasty.

Tang Yan Formation.

Tang San shook his head and looked at the night sky: "The weather in Yunnan is too humid. I will never come here again."

Tang Yan said: "Find the bronze first and then talk."

Tang San's face was a little pale, which was all caused by the cold: "This girl came to Yunnan. I guess it will be difficult to find her. I guess I'll have to find some people to help."

Tang Yanzhen and Tang San came to a large courtyard house and knocked on the door. It was said that there were no courtyard houses in Yunnan, but the owner of this house was from Beijing. He came to Yunnan many years ago and settled down, so the courtyard house was also called "siheyuan".

It's time.

Tang Yanzhen knocked on the door, and an old man opened the door. Tang Yanzhen said he was from the Northern Tang Dynasty, and the old man led the two of them in.

The two walked into the courtyard, which was clean and tidy. There were some orchids planted in the garden, and delicate roses climbed on the undulating pink walls. The flowers were in full bloom, and they were in full bloom. It was like a willow villa.

"Hey Tang San, your uncle just came now." He suddenly heard a shout. Tang San looked for the voice and looked over. He saw a young man in his thirties sitting in the living room. He was elegant and handsome, with thick eyebrows.

The bridge of his nose is straight, and his smile is somewhat gentle and inquiring.

Nalan Bele is said to be a descendant of Nalan Xingde and one of the Four Young Masters of Yunnan.

Nalambele's right foot is on a stool and he is peeling peanuts with both hands. Sitting next to him is a woman with fair skin, long hair shawl, big and bright eyes, broad eyebrows, and a pair of dark eyes.

, she has a plump figure, and even simple black and red can’t cover up her beautiful figure. She is a very charming woman.

"This weather makes me not even think about having sex with women." Tang San said vulgarly, looking at the very pretty women, he smiled and said: "Where did these women come from?"

"How is it?" Nalambele smiled.

"There is only a little bit of red among all the green. It doesn't take much to move the spring scenery, but it can be beautiful and delicious." Tang San smiled brightly.

"Have you eaten? I can smell the smell of alcohol on your body." Nalanbele flicked his fingers, and a peanut fell into his mouth, chewing, "The old man is waiting for you in the study."

Tang Yanzhen said: "Okay, then I will go in and talk to your old man about something, and you can stay here, the third child."

Tang San said: "Brother, there is such a beautiful woman here, I can't bear to leave." He whispered to Nalanbele, "How about we fly together at night?"

"Fuck you, this is my collection." Nalanbeile gestured to kick it over, "The provincial flower of Yunnan. Zhao Cilan."

"Hello, Mr. Tang." Zhao Cilan said with a slight smile.

Listening to these charming words, Tang San felt like his bones were going numb, "Baylor, you are so lucky. This girl's jiaochuang sounds are really powerful."

"good."

After leaving the hall, Tang Yanzhen came to Nalanweide's study. The door was painted with gold paint on a red background, and there was a horizontal plaque with three big characters written "You Ran Ju".

Walking in, the windows in the hall are bright and clean, and the tables and chairs are bright and tidy. When I walk to the side study, the table is fully equipped with pens, inks, paper and inkstones. An old man is sitting on a chair with his back and reading "Zuo Zhuan". He is wearing a gray shirt and has white hair.

, there is a cigarette rod on the table. The cigarette rod is also an old cigarette rod. It is said that it was passed down by Zhao Laohu's ancestors. The cigarette rod has been polished smooth and shiny by the hands of several generations. It is probably the result of many years of experience.

After years of smoke, the tobacco stem has become red all over, turning into blood-like crimson, and is still faintly glowing. The tobacco stem is shiny and shiny. It is said that the tobacco stem of Zhao Laohu's ancestors was taken from Fubao Mountain.

Eagle Rock and Qianying Rock have a unique peak with three or five clusters of beautiful bamboos on it. At that time, some people who were involved in the danger climbed up and dug out a beautiful bamboo, leaving its roots, using Fubao deep mountain firewood, slow fire, and seven-seven-four

Nineteen days, baked.

"Here we come." Naranvid's voice was lukewarm, "Sit down."

Tang Yanzhen looked at some books on the table. One of the books was lying sideways, and the handwriting on it was elegant and free, free and unrestrained.

Tang Yanzhen sat down without being humble or arrogant, and said seriously: "I'm late, old man."

When dealing with Naranvid, you don’t need to touch his temper. This man is nicknamed Tiger. Tiger’s temper is unpredictable and unpredictable. One second he may be smiling, but the next second he will turn his face and deny anyone. Tang Yanzhen

When soldiers come, they will block it, and when water comes, the earth will flood it.

Neither of them spoke, they were like two mute people, and the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Zhao Laohu smoked Zuo Zhuan while flipping through the Zuozhuan. He took a few puffs and found that there was no more cigarettes. He frowned slightly and put down Zuo Zhuan to fill a pot of cigarettes. This cigarette was in Nalanweide's year.

When he was a farmer, his son gave him "Zhonghua" and "Panda", but he didn't smoke them and said they were tasteless and boring.

"I'll do it." Tang Yan stood up, leaned down slightly, took a small square piece of white jade clay smoke with both hands, and pinched out a little with his fingers steadily.


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