Chapter 2040

Zou Ping opened her mouth and said strangely, "Zhang Kong... Ah, third martial uncle is a golden master? No, he, his virtue is also a golden master? You never told me!"

Zhang Ling snorted and didn't speak. Zou Ping immediately realized that her master is not a golden master. Why should she say other golden masters to her?

Zhang Ling remained calm and said slowly after a while: "although my third martial brother has a strange temperament, he is a rare practice Wizard of Zhengyi sect, not under anyone. When he reached the golden body level, you were not born!"

Zou Ping smiled: "I've heard a lot of people say that third martial uncle has a strange temperament?" then she became more and more curious. The experts in the top realm of Yang God are so powerful. What about the experts in the golden body realm?

After a while, Zhang Liufang led a man over. Zhang Liufang waved his arm and shouted, "Hey, master, I've called the master!"

Then she pulled the sleeve of the man around her in her hand.

Zou Ping looked intently, but saw that the man was very short, only about one meter and five meters. He hooked his back and bent down, like a huge stone weighing ten thousand kilograms on his back. His face was wrinkled and old as if he had lived for hundreds of years. The eyebrows between his eyebrows were white and long, drooping on his cheeks, and the goatee under his chin was sparse and funny.

Zhang Liufang took Zhang kongyun's sleeve and hurried, "Oh, master, hurry up, hurry up!"

Zhang kongyun sighed and said, "what are you doing, girl? I'm busy!"

As soon as he walked in, Zou Ping smelled a pungent smell. She frowned, covered her nose and said, "third martial uncle, what were you doing just now? It stinks!"

Zhang Liufang also pinched his nose, made a face, smiled and said, "master was just fattening the cabbage!"

Zou Ping nearly fainted. She said in tears and laughter, "third martial uncle, why are you tossing about this thing again? Didn't you say you wanted to be a carpenter last time? Why did you become a vegetable farmer again?"

Zhang kongyun's hands were covered with black mud. He rubbed his hands, and the old mud fell down. He said with a smile: "art doesn't press the body, art doesn't press the body, ah ha ha! There will be a skill to eat in the future!"

Zou Ping was neither funny nor funny: "third martial uncle, you are so humorous. With your accomplishments, where can't you go in the world?"

As soon as Zhang kongyun heard Zou Ping praising himself, his two eyebrows immediately seemed to be flying. He smiled proudly: "yes, the Chinese cabbage I raised is white and big, but crisp! Ordinary people can't raise it!" then he went to pull Zou Ping's sleeve and said with a smile: "young martial nephew, you can see it with me!"

Zou Ping was shocked when she saw his black hands touching his clean clothes. She loved cleanliness and beauty. Her hair stood up and shrunk back quickly.

But Zhang kongyun seemed to expect her to shrink. He firmly grabbed her arm and grabbed a black five finger print from her clean sleeve.

Zou Ping shouted angrily, "third martial uncle!" but she was embarrassed to scold because of the relationship between her elders and children, and her pretty face turned red.