The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 52: Start Shaking Kunlun

　　 There are many horse thieves on the border, entering the hinterland of Beimang, and they quickly decrease. With the wooden sword Wenhua's words, His Royal Highness is very melancholy at the moment. Who is willing to tie his head to a trouser belt to be a thief? This shows that the territory of Beimang is far from what the scholars and celebrities call the so-called poor life. After seeing the blooming flowers of the flying fox city not losing to the south, Xu Fengnian is even more worried, even if he is abused by the survivors of the Spring and Autumn Period. Imperceptibly, but how many years will it take to soften a Beimang who is as strong as a strong folk into a weak woman who is just like the Southern Tang Dynasty? Thirty years, fifty years, one hundred years? How can Beiliang afford it? Xu Fengnian rode a horse northward, digging all the way to the fish swimming style on page 7 of the knife book. Because he couldn't find the essence, he never looked at the eighth page. Except for the twelve sword raising, occasionally because of the evil taste, he used the sword to kill the snake and scorpion. The rehearsal of Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall, which seems to have the same effect as the hob technique, under the cool moonlight of a hundred miles of people, howling or cursing without scruple, including the emperor, Zhang Julu, Gu Jiantang, and countless emperors. The general scolded him, and missed many people and many things, but it was a pity that Tao Manwu didn't have this little girl to rub his frown for him.

　　

　　 On this day, the scorching sun is still scorching. If it weren't for the rhubarb garden, the breathing would be like drinking hot tea, walking in the desert, and the water sacs dried up. This seems to be a kind of ascetic practice. Xu Fengnian was reluctant to ride an inferior horse that was unsuitable for the hot climate, and learned from the old yellow to lead the horse. Ears trembled, Xu Fengnian walked to the top of a yellow sand **** and looked into the distance. There was a vague figure under the hot scene. The two men came on horseback, probably seeing Xu Fengnian. The trajectory changed suddenly and rushed towards him. Xu Fengnian smiled. His mother finally ran into the horse thief. This has nothing to do with the quality of eyesight. It is true that these two young horse thief costumes are too obvious. The upper body is bare, the linen breeches, and the crappy dragon and tiger tattoos are displayed. The word thief and gangster was pierced on his face, and when he saw Xu Fengnian, his eyes shone. The two seemed not in a hurry to intercept the robbery, and they whispered. Money, but robbing people, like the leader of the horse thief is a hero of the female middle school, a little bit of love, let the horse thief go to grab a fine skin and tender meat, the best and literate handsome brother to be the "madam" of the village, the two horse thief Obviously he was not too eye-catching to him, muttering that he had thin arms and thin legs, surely he could not withstand a few toss of the village owner, but Bai was quite white, but with such a little white face standing with the big boss, wouldn’t it be done? Black and white double evil? It would be too shameful if the great master led out to drink with the leaders of other villages.

　　

　　 The two horse thieves were frightened when they saw Xu Fengnian. They didn't move when they saw the horse thieves, and became more speechless. Isn't this little white face a fool? Usually some pasture herders who run into nomadic animals, see that even if they are not scared, they are very vigilant. The boy in front of him is stupid and holding the horse motionless. One of the horse thief with black tiger tattoo can hardly stand it. Leaping straight on the slope, holding a riding whip and pointing at Little White's face, he cursed with a rough mouth: "In a hurry to reincarnate?"

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian turned a blind eye to the pointing horse whip, and smiled: "I want to buy some water with the two brothers."

　　

　　 The tiger horse thief was taken aback and flicked the whip. Xu Fengnian held the whip and dragged the horse thief off the horse, and kicked it out. With more skill than brute force, the horse thief’s back hit the horseback. The horse thief flew out of the yellow sand **** with the horse and the horse. Xu Fengnian took off the dry water sac and floated to the bottom of the slope. The horse thief's mount was a good horse, Teng Leaping up and shaking his mane dust, Xu Fengnian took the horse thief’s water-filled sac into his water sac, and then took the sheep along with a cold sac. He did not care about the two horse thief. He blew a whistle and slowed down with the horse thief. Go slowly. When Xu Fengnian walked away, Wenhuma Thief, who had been crying for his father and mother, quickly sat up and rubbed his chest. In fact, it was only a slight pain, which was not a major problem. He had a lingering fear and said to Wenlongma Thief: "I encountered a nail in the hand." /

　　

　　Another horse thief tut said: "The little white face is hidden, and the master must like it."

　　

　　 the tiger horse thief hurriedly mounted: "Go and talk to the master."

　　

　　Xu Fengnian led a horse alone on a sparsely populated wasteland. According to the Geographical History of Beimang in the Beiliang King’s Mansion, you can see the grassland within a few days. I believe there is a chance to meet those who live by water and grass. The herdsman, he doesn’t hurt, but he often walks in the yellow sand desert. The bad horses around him are a little struggling. When he comes to the grassland, if this old brother can integrate into the wild horses is the best, he will remove the reins of the saddle horse and let him leave. . Resting for the night, Xu Fengnian sat cross-legged, lit a bonfire, and looked at the low starry sky. The bad horse also rested on his knees, rubbing his neck with his neck. Xu Fengnian patted the horse’s neck, twisted a piece of soil, put it in his mouth and chewed, and it was full of water. It’s time to get close to the grassland. Taste of the soil is an introductory skill for finding dragons and acupuncture points. When Xu Fengnian was a teenager, he often went to geography with his older brother Yao Jian, and learned a lot of fur tips. A dragon entered Beimang. In the past, few people in Beimang talked about this. After the influx of survivors in the Spring and Autumn Period, the Empress Beimang has become the true emperor of the destiny. Xu Fengnian turned his head and smiled at the bad horse: "Old brother, do you believe it?"

　　

　　 The bad horse snapped his nose.

　　

　　 still diligently raise swords one after the other, just like those farmers in Jiangnan who regularly grab water and raise rice every night, they can’t be lazy. When the sky is overwhelming, Xu Fengnian speeds up his vomiting. According to the Taoist classics, the spring meal is in the morning and the summer is eaten. Because the morning glow is the sun, the red and yellow gas is the best. The East China Sea is the best. Both of them are particularly beneficial to practice. I wonder if a group of hundreds of Taoist priests went to the north back then. That line of Taoism lived up to expectations and became the North Mang State Religion, and the contemporary leader Qilin real person became a Taoist saint, and the abbot of the Liangchan Temple was called the double saint of the north and the south. In the early morning, I spit out the red yellow, which is about less than the realm. Xu Fengnian can't say how mysterious it is, but he is a little refreshed and refreshed. He slowly stood up, some understanding. The so-called martial arts genius is one kind of different body. Like Huang Man'er, his body is different from ordinary people. Born with King Kong, it is not unique. The other kind of body is relatively ordinary, but it is sensitive to nature. The one who rides the bull is one of the best and has the magnificent atmosphere of stepping into the celestial phenomenon. Compared with the first two, the third type is slightly inferior to the first two, but it may not be impossible to step into the land gods, such as Li Chungang who enters the avenue with a sword, such as Wang Xianzhi who uses strength to prove Taoism, such as Deng Tai'a who uses swordsmanship to master the gods, martial arts One way, the higher the level, the more you go against the water and the sky. Heaven and earth are both a home and a cage, but the martial artist has to form a system of its own.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian looked up at Chaoyang Dongqi, and said to himself: "Good and evil will be rewarded. If you don't believe me, look up, who will God spare?"

　　

　　 immediately curled his lips and said: "It is also said that good people do not live long, and they are left for thousands of years. The ancients like to slap their faces when they are reasonable."

　　

　　Xu Fengnian turned and looked at a poor old monk in a sackcloth and bast shoes, a pair of glamorous Danfeng eyes when he smiled and gloomy, staring straight at the southern Zen monk who was sitting ten feet away last night. Buddhism has a distinction between large and small vehicles, and Tantra has yellow and red distinctions, and each has different attire. Xu Fengnian has always had a good impression on monks because of the princess's devotion to the Buddha. Beimang, when he met an old monk who had traveled thousands of miles to preach a sermon in this savage land, Xu Fengnian did not dare to take it lightly even if the monk looked at him kindly.

　　

　　The old monk put his hands together: "The son believes in the Buddha, and the good is good."

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian suppressed the instinctive murderous intent in his heart, and silently returned the gift.

　　

　　The old monk’s robes have been cleaned more often, and there are many fine stitches, but they are always clean, not sloppy, and have snow-white beards and eyebrows. They are more kind and compassionate. In the Northern Liang Army, there was a monk who wielded more than 70 catties of iron and water to mill a Zen stick. As one of the commanders of the infantry army, he ate meat and drank, killing people like numb, King Kong was angry on the battlefield, and he was very bloodthirsty, and he was highly regarded by Xu Xiao. Unfortunately, the great monk retired to the mountains and forests because of the Beiliang iron riding horses, and it is said that he passed away in a small mountain temple. At this time, the old monk smiled and said: "Lao Na walked north from the two Buddhist temples in the south to view the unicorn. He wanted to talk to an old Taoist friend about Zen. Although it was mostly the end of a chicken and a duck, he did not want to go there. Sorry. I occasionally saw the son swallowing the moon and the Chinese meal, and he was deeply impressed by the great meaning of the Rhubarb Court built by Wang Chonglou, the head of Wudang. , But after thinking about it for a night, I feel that the son has a gap in his heart, and I don’t know how to raise his mind. If he is careless, it is not appropriate to fall into it. Since the son believes in Buddhism, if the old man is not too arrogant, he can talk to the son about Buddhism. Length."

　　

　　Xu Fengnian sat down again, smiled and said: "It turns out to be an eminent monk from Liangchan Temple. I beg your seniors for your advice."

　　

　　The old monk didn't come close, and sat on the spot, facing Xu Fengnian far away. After the meeting, the old monk reported himself to the mountain gate, which was considered sincere.

　　

　　The old monk put the bamboo reed meditation stick across his knees, and Xu Fengnian listened respectfully.

　　

　　The old monk slowly said: "The son sealed the golden chamber with a rhubarb court, practiced two-handed hobs, raised Wu's dry mound flying sword outside, and raised the sword intent of the green snake of Li Chungang, the first person in the kendo. Good, high talent and perseverance are rare."

　　

　　 was shocked by the old monk Xu Fengnian who saw through almost all the secrets, his face was as usual, and he smiled and said: "Senior doesn't need to suppress first and then lift up, just say it straight."

　　

　　The old monk smiled, and said: "The ancient wise men controlled the water, it is better to block. No matter the sword or the closed mantra of Buddhism, Taoism locks the golden chamber, and the warrior's intention to close the sheath, generally speaking, they are all going against the current. The spirit of conspiracy, but the perverse behavior is not derogatory when it comes to Lao Na. Don’t care about it. You just block the water and turn it into a flood. When you dredge it, you will be careful. Every year will be dry and prosperous, and the next year will be dry and prosperous. The two will compete with each other. What do you think?"

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian said sincerely: "Don’t dare to sloppy with the older generations. In my opinion, it’s better to be blocked. Because the bow has the principle of slack, but I understand it, but it’s just a matter of shutting the sheath, if it’s like a woman walking, Stop and go, rest and rest in shame, and personally think that it’s difficult to become a climate."

　　

　　The old monk is not like those celebrities who are arguing about the king and hegemony. With a little insight, he is as aggressive as killing his father. He can't wait to take all the principles of the world into his own hands. The old monk did not take pride in his origin in the two Buddhist temples. He still carefully studied Xu Fengnian’s suspected horns and said in a calm manner: "Lao Na has never been good at talking about big and small truths other than Buddhism. Drinking saliva, Rong Lao Na slowly thought about it, and then said to the son."

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian smiled, in a good mood, got up, took off the water bag, and threw it away. After gently taking it, the old monk fumbled out a white bowl from his bag, poured a small bowl, and took a sip In the eyes of the old monk, a bowl of extremely pale water is always better than the delicacies of the mountains and the sea. If it is the favorite white porridge in his life, it is even more beautiful.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian took a step back and stopped fighting, and asked: "What if I want to dredge up the water?"

　　

　　 The old monk raised his head and said, "Just be happy with the woman. The son Rhubarb Court has actually reached the perfect state. The reason for the lack of a trace is not because the son has not opened the few major holes, but it is missing. Yin and Yang help each other."

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian's mouth twitched a few times.

　　

　　The old monk smiled heartily: "The son shouldn’t think that Lao Na is the licentious monk. It’s just that men and women enjoy each other, which is common in the world. Although Lao Na is a liberating person, he does not regard him as a scourge. It’s because I often don’t sleep well at night, and I have to be beaten and scolded by the master."

　　

　　 The old monk narrowed his smile, and said with a serious face: "It is a good thing for the son to nurture his will with injustices in the world. There is a lot of righteousness in the world. Although he does not reject murderous aura, it is only mixed with hostile resentment and strong refutation. But it’s not pure, you need to know that you have gone astray. Every step you take on this road, every point of effort, seems to be a hard journey, but in reality, you are lost. Has the son ever asked himself? In the old man’s simple view, the world’s words have a clear conscience, most of them Feel ashamed, even if you have a clear heart with yourself, you will be ashamed with reason. Rong Lao Na pours a bowl of water."

　　

　　 The old monk poured a second bowl of water, flattened it, tilted it, shook it again, and waited for the bowl to calm down, "My son, we are all in this bowl. The righteousness of heaven and earth is the water in the bowl, but the depth is different. Different. No matter how the bowl is tilted, this bowl of water is always as flat as a mirror."

　　

　　Xu Fengnian frowned and said: "If this is the case, why is there a bowl of water and calmness? Is it a mediocre disturbance?"

　　

　　The old monk drank his saliva, shook his head and smiled: "Old Na dare not make a rash assertion. Haha, this bowl of water was tricked from the son, so ashamed and ashamed."

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian laughed nonchalantly, his eyes were much softer, and he smiled: "The old man deserves to be the old **** of Liangchan Temple. In just a few words, he put the great principles on small things. Compared with the Buddha method of the goddess scattered flowers, it is too easy to hear. ."

　　

　　The old monk held a water bowl in one hand and swayed quickly with the other hand: "What old god, the son is ridiculous, he is old, but he is too far away from the gods. In addition to reading the scriptures all the year round in the temple, the old monk is not good at saying the scriptures. In fact, they only do some farming work, and all the truth is figured out from the cropping work."

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian asked curiously: "The monks of the two Zen monasteries have been entrusted with countless national teachers, and the elders have not been given purple and yellow by the court?"

　　

　　The old monk smiled lightly, drank his saliva, smiled and said: "Clothes can be very warm, rice can be full of seven or eight stomachs, and tea can be drunk to five or six flavors, that’s enough."

　　

　　Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "That's it!"

　　

　　The old monk laughed and said: "Reserved and reserved. Even if you are not an old god, you must have the demeanor of the old god. Lao Na has an apprentice who passes on the mantle, and he has a daughter. Knowing that Lao Na is going down the mountain, he persuaded him to go out. Seeing that Lao Na refuses to dress up well and sees him off down the mountain, she must have the spirit of immortality, and she has been taught all the way."

Xu Fengnian's mouth twitched badly, and his eyes were gentle and asked: "But a little girl named Li? Is there a childhood buddha monk beside him?"

　　

　　The old monk is like a Buddha with his heavenly eyes opened, and he immediately understood, "It turned out to be His Royal Highness. He has long heard that His Royal Highness is sincere to the Buddha. No wonder, Lao Na is rude."

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian stood up, respectfully saluted, and said solemnly: "Xu Fengnian has met the abbot."

　　

　　 The old monk got up and gave the ceremony and then sat down, drank the water slowly, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness, you don't need to pay more."

　　

　　 After sitting down, Xu Fengnian asked: "The old abbot went to Beimang, but was it to destroy the Buddha?"

　　

　　The old monk nodded and said with emotion: "Going to Beimang is not to arrogantly want to influence the emperor Beimang, who is obsessed with destroying the Buddha. He just wants to talk to the monks about the Diamond Sutra. He does not know the fate and does everything. The Confucian sage has three hundred poems, In a word, thinking is innocent. The old gentleman rides a blue ox, three thousand moral scriptures, and seeks to be clean. The Buddha does not establish a written word, but we are confused. The Beimang King Court wants to destroy the Buddha, and there is no incense in the temple. In Lao Na’s view, it is all right without the statues and scriptures. But if there are hundreds of thousands of monks and everyone loses the Buddha's heart, this is not good."

　　

　　The old monk carefully put the water bowl back into his luggage, stood up, and returned the water bag to Xu Fengnian with a smile, "Lao Na thanked your Royal Highness Guo Shizi for presenting two bowls of water, which is a good fate. If you are not in a hurry, your Highness can go there. Forty miles to the northwest, there is a canyon. If you stop for a while, it may be another good fate."

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian took the water bag, smiled, and said: "Old abbot, I have something to worry about. Can I take this horse away? I go to the north alone. I don’t need to ride anymore, and I don’t dare to give it away easily. I’m afraid that If you abandon a disaster, don’t worry about it."

　　

　　, an old monk who is a well-deserved Buddha-headed saint in Buddhism, smiled kindly: "Yes, you can, there are many talking companions on the road, no trouble or trouble."

　　

　　Xu Fengnian put his hands together, "Farewell to the old abbot."

　　

　　The old monk put his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and said: "Old Na is a parting speech, and his Royal Highness can teach the Buddha to give birth to blue silk in the future."

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian was stunned, watching the old monk holding a bamboo reed meditation stick to lead the horse away, until his figure disappeared from the field of vision.

　　

　　 took a long breath, and as the old **** ordered, Xu Fengnian hung his short knife Chunlei and swept to the northwest. Now he really has nothing to worry about.

　　

　　 Sure enough, I saw a deep gorge with no end. Xu Fengnian climbed to the top and walked slowly along the cliffs of the rift valley. I don’t know where the so-called good destiny lies.

　　

　　 I walked slowly for half an hour before finishing raising the sword, and my feet trembled.

　　

　　 There is an explosion of thunder between the sky and the earth in a trance.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian looked back and found that outside one end of the canyon, tens of thousands of bison poured in~IndoMTL.com~ crowded like a flood and leaned into the valley pot. With a heart move, he swept forward a stick of incense, and his scalp exploded. Your mother, there is a Bailai herdsman riding a sheep and carrying all the belongings walking in the canyon. Isn't this going to be crushed by the buffalo herd into fleshy mud? This is not Sunshine Avenue, it is Guimenguan Huangquan Road. You guys have lived in the grasslands and deserts for generations. Don't you know that this kind of situation is dangerous? Xu Fengnian looked down and looked down. It can be seen that some of the herders already knew what an earthquake that came out of thin air meant. There was a mess of hot pots of ants, and the faces of the old people were like ashes. Many women and children were crying and crying. Xu Fengnian looked again. Looking at it, his eyes were cold, and dozens of Beimang cavalry armed with weapons hung far behind the herdsmen. They had already rode their horses back and left. It turned out to be a desperate plan to drive sheep into the tiger's mouth but the soldiers did not blood.

　　

　　 If there is no saying that the old monk is compassionate and compassionate, His Royal Highness will only look on the sidelines. After all, blocking the tens of thousands of bison with a single person's strength is no different from suicide.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian gritted his teeth and fell to the bottom of the valley.

　　

　　 Hundreds of herders were dumbfounded. Some of them, young and strong herders with cool personality, have already climbed up the cliff, but the wall is steep and not high.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian took a foot, drew a semicircle, and raised his hands.

　　

　　 The soles of their feet sank three inches into the ground.

　　

　　 only left the herdsmen with a strange back.

　　

　　At the same time as the herd of bison rushed into the canyon, an old monk raised his horse to the top with one hand, his eyes were compassionate, and his hands clasped together: "This son is great."

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian carefully condenses his breath.

　　

　　 started to shake Kunlun.