The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 104: The fairy touch me up
Going alone to Beimang Chapter 104 The fairy touches me [Update time]2013-06-0621:31:42[Word count]3315
There are two swordsmen, Lao Huang and the old man in sheepskin fur.
Xu Feng, who passed the Wu Family Ruins, did not enter in the year. He walked up the northern hillside and found a complex of buildings that were not donkeys or horses on the back of the sun, half temples and Taoist temples, mixed with green and white robe Taoists and red lamas, each attracting A pilgrim, Xu Fengnian nibbled on dried green fruits and dates, bypassing the vermillion lacquered exterior wall, and stopped at the door of the backyard. There were bright red peach charms hanging from the door. The couplets were written in Chinese characters. The rare iron painting and silver hooks are quite basic, but they are in a Buddhist accent. : Despite your lawlessness, seeing this mirror hanging high, ask yourself if you still have the courage? I must know that I can forgive, put the butcher knife down, and turn my head quickly! Xu Fengnian crossed the threshold. At dusk, a group of lamas in red robes slantedly finished their evening class and sat on the floor in the corridor outside the temple. In red robes, some of the little lamas who are leaping tempers simply sit on the railings. They have not repaired for a long time, and they make a string of overwhelmed creaking noises. The older lamas hold the Buddha beads on their chests with different expressions. The debater or The look was flying, or the brows were frowned, the observers were either contemplative or joyful. Xu Fengnian did not approach, and stood quietly in the distance, listening with some effort to the quizzes of the northern mangs, the twilight afterglow, and several young people who were absent from the debate. The lama saw Xu Fengnian, a pilgrim, grinned, and Fuer turned around and whispered. He didn't know whether it was about the new study of Buddhism or the appearance of a certain incense-burning sister today and yesterday. Inside and outside the courtyard, there is only a small threshold of a few feet high, which can be crossed, but the threshold is the entrance to the world. Xu Fengnian walked along the wall, during which a middle-aged monk held a wooden basin and approached him with a calm expression and gently saluting with one hand. Xu Fengnian returned a gift and went to burn three sticks of incense outside the main hall, respecting the Buddha and respecting the Dharma and respecting the monks. He did not think of the coming two dynasties and the catastrophes of the two dynasties, as well as the saying that the Buddhist scriptures of the dragon tree monks are not without the Buddha's heart. The mountain rain is about to come, and the land is tornadoes. Can an old monk in Liangzen Temple stop it?
Xu Fengnian shook his shoulders, fastened the rope, hung up the bookcase a little, and was about to find his way to the main entrance and leave. He saw a pair of familiar men and women walking around the hall in front of them, sitting at the same table at the wine stall. The diners, the men’s satin gown, the face is like a crown jade, the demeanor, there is a string of golden bells on the waist which is very popular among the scholars of the Southern Dynasty. With a graceful demeanor, the young handsome man is telling the buddhist thirty-two aspects to the companion woman, explaining the difference between the Buddhist golden body and the first-grade martial arts vajra state. The words are simple and simple, and they are obviously familiar with the teachings. The woman nodded gently. Xu Fengnian did not want to speed up the pace. There were more than two people, and the original intention was not to disturb the brilliant men and women who were only half-and-a-half in love as a couple. After not thinking about it for a while, the man turned his head and gave a stern look, seeming to think that Xu Fengnian was staring at the graceful woman with unkind intentions. The figure, but due to the male tutor, did not say anything against each other. Xu Fengnian had to stop and wait for them to go far before moving forward. Due to ear strength, he heard the man angrily say: "I am in the last days of Dharma. It should have been completely cleaned up, just say these temples, if someone obstructs the monkhood, even if you are a monk, you will be cursed for life and death. In this way, most of the monks in the temples are foreign liars attached to Buddhism, not doing that to cheat money. A deceitful act is that you don’t understand what Buddhism is. Buddhism is pure, where is the word pure! It’s all **** things that should be killed!"
Women have a gentle temperament, and they seem to be more fair and peaceful when looking at personnel, and they speak lightly: "Those lamas who debate the scriptures are all very good, not like bad people. You deliberately handed out gold and silver, and they didn’t want to handle it. Touching the silver, instead gave you a scripture."
The man flicked a jade clang on his waist, ding-dong was clear and contemptuous, and sneered, "The general trend, one or two good monks can't do it accurately."
The woman laughed, and although she had doubts, she still didn't argue with him.
Xu Fengnian saw them burning incense in front of a cauldron from afar. In order not to be annoying, he simply sat on the steps and took off the bookcase as a rest, because the poor and sour old man who sold the secret books lacked front teeth. It made him think of Lao Huang in Xishu for no reason. It happened that this old swordsman who was least reasonable had taught Xu Fengnian the most simple principles. This was probably because the principles were always indifferent. Remember that on the way back to Beiliang, after parting with Wen Hua and before meeting Bai Huer’s face, the two are no longer as embarrassed as they were when they travelled, but they will still be familiar. With a hand in hand, Xu Fengnian was able to make straw sandals on his own. He was not hungry to death and could not freeze. At that time, he happened to see a murder case caused by a secret fight from a distance. The secret secret is very common and can’t be called a third-rate one, but he still explained five or six. A fresh life.
"Old Huang, dare to love the secret book so popular in the rivers and lakes, my family listens to tens of thousands of books in the tide pavilion, or they are sold at a low price? I’m grateful to me, how many young and beautiful female heroes secretly give me a chance, and it’s comfortable to think about it."
"My son, you can't do this. Others don't know. If I heard that there was a secret gift when I was young, I would have to waste my skills. In the end, few people in the rivers and lakes would be willing to practice martial arts." /
"Lao Huang, apart from raising horses, you have a fart skill. Besides, you don't know a few words. How many secret books are given to you are no good. You can't recognize words and words can't recognize you."
"Take iron, don’t tell me, my son, when I was in my early twenties, the front teeth were still there, and Lao Huang I was also the most famous handsome brother in a radius of ten miles, at least the handsomest among the blacksmiths. And the little lady. I secretly delivered rice wine to me. It doesn’t look good, but my **** is up. I didn’t want to drink it when I left home. I buried it in the backyard, thinking about when I would go back to my hometown and dig it out. It must be fragrant!"
"Only one jar?"
"She is just a girl of an ordinary family. Even if she missed my handsome appearance, she can't give it much."
"Just like you, I was handsome when I was young? Then I must be handsome to the sky?"
"That's right, I don't compare with the son. If the son is there, the jar of wine will be nothing wrong with my old yellow."
"Come on, don't mention alcohol, we both got fire in our throats when we walked, and died of thirst."
"I know."
"By the way, Lao Huang, how many years have you been away from home, can that jar of yellow wine still be there?"
" I can’t remember how many years I have been away from home, I should still be there. It’s the yellow wine that can survive. It’s not the same as the wine that the son used to drink in a glass cup. If the son has the opportunity to go to my house, keep it It must be a good meal."
"Oh, I'm bringing up wine again, and I'm so sad. There is smoke in front of me. Let's go begging for saliva. It's the old rule. It's the old man who opened the door. You ask, it's a woman. I'll come."
"Middle!"
"By the way, Lao Huang, you only have the jar of wine left in your possessions. I really don't want to drink half of it?"
"Why don't you want to? The son thinks it tastes good, so you can give it to the son."
"I’m definitely not willing to change to me. At most I will give you half."
"The son is a sincere man, I like it."
"Go, if you are a pretty girl, I like you too."
"Oh, it's a pity that I didn't marry a daughter-in-law, if only I could have a daughter-in-law."
"As you look like, I can't look down on my eyes, you don't think about it, Huang Huang. Don't look at me with that kind of eyes."
That time I bumped into a woman who went out to work. Xu Fengnian came to ask for two bowls of cold water. He still remembers that when he happened to look back, Lao Huang squatted on the side with a brilliant smile. As always, the front teeth were missing, funny very. When drinking water, Lao Huang didn't forget how good it would be to have a girl.
"Old Huang, if you have a girl, I will marry."
It's just that these kinds of words, like those yellow wines that failed to drink in the palace, could not be said.
Xu Fengnian sat on the steps in a daze, the woman saw him for some reason, and while Xiaosha Gongzi went to the Taoist temple to talk about longevity with an old man, she hesitated, she came alone and stood under the steps. Smile softly. Xu Fengnian has almost reached the vajra-wufu-like state of searching for the heaven and earth's qi, but just turned a blind eye to her. The woman was not eager to speak out, as if she was brewing words. The woman approached the man, but it was a bit unreasonable, especially for the children of the Southern Dynasty survivors, most of the Central Plains customs have been inherited. The woman stood under a rare locust tree in Beimang. The afterglow was faint. Although the locust tree was old, it was also considered to be luxuriant. It set off the woman's slim, non-tacky, but Xu Fengnian was no longer the one that drew the flowers and the grass. For this young son, he just regrets that a good flower was given to the pig. He has no good feelings for the eloquent boy brother, but this does not mean that he has to come forward and save her from the "deep and fiery" world. Too many women are willing to be deceived into their good years by men with superior skins or talents.
When Xu Fengnian saw her silent, he took the initiative to speak to avoid her embarrassment, and smiled: "Dare to ask Miss Fang's name."
This is what he learned from Wen Hua. The guy carrying the wooden sword has no ink in his stomach~ IndoMTL.com~ I don’t know where I learned the routine. Every time I meet the girl I want, I have to brazenly say something. "What is the name of Miss, where does she live?" When we traveled together, Wen Hua said these words dozens of times. Last time we met, Wen Hua said that she really liked a woman, and Xu Fengnian didn't know whether it was true or not.
The woman was slightly embarrassed, but still said softly: "Lu Shen."
Xu Fengnian knew that he was undoubtedly a survivor of the Spring and Autumn Period. Back then, the Liyang Dynasty ruled the world and was painfully called Shenzhou Lushen by the scholars of the Central Plains. As long as the surname is Lu, after the North Ben, there may be ten of them in the Northern Mang and Southern Dynasties. Two or three people named Lu Chen can be caught, but the name of the woman is Lu Chen, which is still relatively rare. When Xu Fengnian saw the man walking with her and an old Taoist priest walking out of the hall, he stood up, carried the bookcase, and walked to the front door. This authentic Buddhist temple received incense in the same courtyard. In the Liyang Dynasty, it must be regarded as an evil practice. The customs of the North Mang, the autumn can be known from one leaf. When Xu Fengnian was discharged from the hospital, he remembered a wonderful event. Yang Taisui, a sick tiger, went to Longhu Mountain and Qi Xuanjian, the first person in the 100th year of Taoism. Qi Xuanjian on the top of the lotus flower caressed Yang Taisui, and the platform collapsed in half. It is said that the fairy touches my head, and the hair grows forever. It can be seen that Yang Taisui had a very bad temper and temperament when he was young.
Qi Xuan frame, who is in the limelight for a while, can be regarded as the past life of riding a bull.
Xu Fengnian subconsciously stretched out his hand and rubbed a circle.
go all the way, drawing circles continuously.
and the situation in which the Hong Xixiang on Wudang Mountain teaches the machine at the right time, resembles the later, direct to the gods.
The fairy touches the top.