The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 115: Ren Tu’s second son will be sent out again

　　Went alone to Beimang, Chapter 115, the second son of the man butchered and sent again　[Update time]2013-06-2921:00:38[Words]

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　　 There began to be a rumors of a rampant young man in the rivers and lakes, barefoot in black, with messy hair> Rising like a comet, he took the head of an ordinary tiger and two large giant black tigers, first Ramben Go to Yinxue Palace, and then rushed straight to Beiliang. He never took the initiative to hurt people along the way. The young man did not laugh or do good deeds of chivalry and justice. On the road, so far, no one has left a whole body. The black-clothed boy is like the white-clothed Luoyang of the Northern Mang Dynasty. He is unstoppable. Many stunned people in the rivers and lakes bullied him singlehandedly. , Or be devoured by the black tiger. When one person and one household crossed the border, the local big sects with slightly informed news stood still and warned the younger generations in the sect not to join in the fun. During the period, there were six or seven assassins from unknown origins who came forward and succeeded, and the end was particularly miserable. The boy was simply invulnerable. , A giant of brute force, can set off ships and destroy the city.

　　

　　 Three hundred horses galloped out of Liangzhou City to meet the black-clothed boy Xu Longxiang. [Book fan group: 11043035]

　　

　　 Huang Man'er expressionlessly returned to the empty Beiliang Palace. In Wutongyuan, he saw the pseudo-born son who only looked like but had no charm. If it weren't for being stopped by several maid sisters who he still knew, he would not spare his life. It must be smashed into flesh on the spot. The teenager did not see his brother, nor Xu Xiao who was still patrolling the border. Huang Man'er seemed a little unsure of what to do. After spending a while by listening to Chaohu Lake, he went to squat in the Wutong courtyard. I couldn't persuade him, and few dared to persuade him, not to mention that there was a terrifying black tiger beside the little prince. Then Huang Man'er became irritable, seeming to find that he was lost, and then began to rampage in the Northern Liang Palace. The walls of the courtyards that had been erected in layers were all knocked out of holes, and no one dared to stand in front of the little prince.

　　

　　 Beiliang Wangfu knows that His Royal Highness the Son welcomed back two beautiful foreign women. The younger one lived in the Wutongyuan, the one who lived in the simple, the young woman's charm was so beautiful that people could not hate to give birth to a pair of eyeballs. Son, it's a pity that compared to the woman who occasionally goes for a walk by the lake, she only takes a half step on the one-acre three-pointer full of reeds, and the graceful figure left to everyone is mostly a glimpse. It's hard to let go. After the mysterious disappearance of her younger brother, Murong Wuzhu lived lonely, but she was not sad. She was under the fence of Wutongyuan. Fortunately, her temperless temperament brought about by the womb made her compare to the lonely and lonely Pei Nanwei in the reeds. , Relatively easy to be accepted by second-class maids. They are all outsiders wandering away from their hometowns. Murong Wuzhu will visit Pei Nanwei in the Linshui Reed area from time to time. Today the two heard about the palace’s movements, Murong Wuzhu hurriedly carried the skirt corners, ran out of the house, stood on a high platform and looked out, but couldn’t see. When I came to the familiar slender man, I only saw a maddened barefoot boy. In addition to fear, there was an unconcealable loss.

　　

　　 Pei Nanwei never left the house, and sighed quietly when seeing the desperate young woman turning back and sitting down. Is that surname Xu, worthy of your concern?

　　

　　 Murong Wuzhu calmed his mind, and said softly: "Sister Pei, I saw the little prince who returned from the Longhu Mountain monk. He looks so different from him."

　　

　　 Pei Nanwei asked narrowly: "He? Who is it? Your brother, or the King of Northern Liang?"

　　

　　 Murong Wuzhu flushed, lowered his head and kneaded the corners of his clothes.

　　

　　 Pei Nanwei looked at her, feeling envy for no reason. A woman can be shy when she is young. When you get older, you will become abominable.

　　

　　 Murong Wuzhu was afraid that he would be teased, so he found an excuse to leave. [Book fan group: 11043035] Pei Nanwei did not get up to see her away either. Her small house was built by filling the lake with water. Only then can it be surrounded by reeds. In midsummer, the reeds are green and green. Several pairs of wild mandarin ducks cross their necks and float. She walked out of the house. There was no slate paved outside, it was full of mud. She took off her shoes and socks and carried them in her hands. She walked among the reeds that seemed to be isolated from the world, and gently looked up north.

　　

　　 It was Yuan Zuozong who had only led dozens of riders to rescue the palace. Huang Man'er still recognized him as the righteous son of the Northern Liang prince. Outsiders don’t know what Yuan Zuozong said, the little prince immediately calmed down, and dozens of fine riders went out of the city without time to eat. He rode all the way to the foot of Wudang Mountain. Xu Longxiang ran barefoot all the way, with speed still better than galloping horses. The last time the son of the prince came to Wudang, only the old head teacher Wang Zhong went down to welcome guests. Today, under the four-character archway of Xuanwu Dangxing, there is only a young man with simple robes standing. Yuan Zuozong and the Taoist surnamed Li nodded and got off the horse. Certainly. Huang Man'er might have stayed with Xiaodao Temple in Longhu Mountain for a long time, and spent time with the celestial master. He was not disgusted with Taoists, and felt close to him. He climbed quietly. When he reached the top of Xiaolianhua Peak, Taoist Li Yufu no longer approached the turtles and camels. At the monument, the black-clothed boy and the pitch-black giant tiger came to the edge of the cliff together.

　　

　　Here, a red dress soars.

　　

　　Here, Hong Xixiang confided by himself and threatened to prove to the world for another three hundred years. Since the Taoist priest who was less than 30 years old was the reincarnation of Lu Zu, and even Qi Xuanjian, the Zhenwu Great Emperor in the prophecy was obviously someone else. The black tiger under the seat of Qi Zhenren, who has been dyed in Taoism for a long time, is a black tiger, and he is very gentle here. Heihu's old master, Heihu is a psychic and possesses supernatural powers, and even shook his head and whimpered. Standing in the distance, Li Yufu felt sad to see this scene. To him, the little uncle Shi is a well-deserved fairy character, with outstanding demeanor. Li Yufu respects Master but admires him. If Master Hong didn't want to ascend, how good it would be to form an immortal couple with the woman in red and cultivate in the world.

　　

　　 Suddenly, Xu Longxiang clenched his fists with both hands and wailed to the sky.

　　

　　 Black Tiger is also roaring.

　　

　　 The ground shook the mountain.

　　

　　 Following Xu Longxiang’s catharsis, the air force smashed into the center of the lake like flying rocks from the sky, surging in all directions, and the new teacher Li Yufu, who had been up for a few years, was like a boat floating in the sea, swaying, but it was not overwhelming.

　　

　　 Welcoming the mountain and sending it down again, Li Yufu sighed as he watched one person and one tiger follow Tieqi away. The younger brother is already so overbearing. Presumably, the majesty who can't even surrender the uncle teacher is truly lawless as rumored. In the future, knowing that he is going to go up the mountain, it seems that he has to find an excuse for not seeing him. Li Yufu himself did not know that before Hong Xixiang’s military solution, he had left the eight-character last words of “Wudang Dangxing, Dangxing in Yuaxe”. His master Yu Xingrui picked up his orphan fisherman as his apprentice in the East China Sea. Don't do stupid things that are fragrant, and Wudang Mountain has been in the same line for hundreds of years, and most like it naturally. In recent years, Li Yufu has not only followed his uncles to practice the Taoism, but also led the boxing in the square in front of the main peak palace twice in the morning and evening. He was also responsible for feeding the green cattle, taking care of the vegetable garden over the waterfall, and even the secluded bamboo house where the teacher’s uncle and his friend Qi Xianxia were in charge. He also cleaned them up. There are still a few mountain peaks every day. There are only fifty or sixty miles of mountain roads along the way, and there are six Taoist temples. Uncle Master pulls the bulls and herds the cows just to listen to the people and things under the mountain. Buddhism does not follow the law, Taoism cultivates Taoism and nature. Li Yufu has never been to Longhu Mountain, the ancestral home of Taoism that has suppressed Wudang Mountain for hundreds of years. He only feels that it makes sense for the master teacher to be reluctant to go down the mountain. fine.

　　

　　 He still clearly remembers the first and last time he chatted with the little master uncle. At that time, the master teacher was at the peak of the sky, riding a crane down the country, flying swords for thousands of miles to town dragons and tigers, cutting away the luck of several countries, in Tai Ancheng enters and exits like no one, and no one in the world dares to despise Wudang Mountain. Li Yufu was taken to Xiaolianhuafeng by the master, with sweat on both hands and palms. The master didn't say anything to comfort him, just laughed all the way. When I reached the waist of the mountain, I ran into the teacher who was grazing the cows and basking in the sun. After the master left, Master Hong waved to himself, and the two sat on the shady boulder at the bottom of the tree. Little Master laughed when he saw him cramped. Said: "When you first went up the mountain, I should have picked you up, but unfortunately I was not on the mountain at the time."

　　

　　 Li Yuaxe was very nervous, sat down in a precarious manner, shook his head and said: "Don't dare."

　　

　　 The young head teacher, who is less than 30 years old, said warmly: "I remember when I was a child, there was a heavy snowfall. It was a heavy snowfall. No matter how to sweep it, I couldn’t clean it. Big brother was standing under the archway and waiting for us. I thought it was the Wudang Taoist priest who made a big snowman piled there. The brother smiled and shook off the snowflakes. I realized that it was a living person. I was shocked and almost cried. The master who was carrying me on his back spoke for a long time and reprimanded me. Brother, brother is not annoyed, when I turned my head and peeked at him when I went up the mountain, he laughed."

　　

　　"Your master, he knows everything and understands everything. Meng Xi’s Gua Qi, Jingfang’s flexibility, Xun Shuang’s rise and fall, Deng Xuan’s Yaochen, and Yu Fan’s Najia, he has all studied the principles of justice, and he can finally complete it. Dahuang Ting, he said to me that the ancient alchemists cultivated the gods first, and they were full of wit, and then refined Qi, then refined, the more writings, the farther away from the Tao. Cultivating life without cultivating nature, this is the first disease of cultivation. He also said Daoist cultivation of my generation is different from Wufu. But the big brother said a lot, and I didn’t understand it at the time, but he didn’t blame it."

　　

　　 "Is there anything you don't understand about the palm teacher?"

　　

　　" What you said, haha, very much like me. Later, when I saw the majesty of the world, I remembered such words, that guy’s ears are soft, so I’ll take this set. By the way, Yufu, you Nice name."

　　

　　 "Returning to the head teacher, Master helped to get it."

　　

　　"Your master has great knowledge and deep cultivation, and you have to cherish it~IndoMTL.com~Hmm!"

　　

　　 "Jade Axe, do you want to cultivate longevity?" [Book Fan Group: 11043035]

　　

　　 "Teacher, this... I haven't thought about it yet."

　　

　　 "Don't rush to answer, I just ask casually."

　　

　　 "I will report to the head teacher when I figure it out."

　　

　　 "Just call my little uncle, come and teach you a set of boxing and swordsmanship. When you learn it, then go down the mountain."

　　

　　 "Speaking of you, I will listen carefully."

　　

　　Reminiscing about the past, Li Yuaxe had nothing to do, and was a bit sentimental, so he walked leisurely all the way, and when he walked, he came to the main hall of the main peak. He saw the statue of Emperor Zhenwu. Li Yuaxe saw it many times and lost his mind again and again. There are no exceptions this time.

　　

　　 I see Zhenwu, Zhenwu sees me.

　　

　　 On the border of Northern Liang, ten thousand dragon elephant cavalry are ready to go, with strong armor.

　　

　　 Xu Xiao, wearing a set of old armor, stood in front of the army, pointed to Beimang to the black-clothed boy beside him, and whispered, "Go and pick your brother."

　　

　　 Huang Man'er seemed to have a silly smile, but there was a **** heroism.

　　

　　 Xu Xiao turned around and smiled and asked, "Dragon Elephant Army, dare to drive for a thousand miles?"

　　

　　 Soldiers boil: "Dead battle!"

　　

　　The boy rode on the black tiger, took out a ribbon, raised his hands to make a noise, and **** the shawl to distribute it.

　　

　　 moves exactly like his brother. [Book fans: 11043035]