The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 116: Good place

The princess went out of the city to enjoy the scenery today. His Royal Highness the Prince of Jing’an, Zhao Xun, personally delivered to the city gate of Xiangfan, went to the Diaoyutai and watched away. Only then, he brought only one retinue and twisted around to the private house of the beautiful lady in Jinyu Mantang. Apart from the canary in the private house, there is only one maid and two old maids, no idlers, and no half a man. Zhao Xun pushes the door in and immediately feels relaxed and happy. This place is far less magnificent than Jing'an Palace. , It’s just a courtyard with two entrances, but in the eyes of the world’s son, it is a fairyland on earth that is hard to find. The well-regulated palace, the temple dedicated to the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, each flower and grass, brick and tile, all It shows that the older he is, the more unbearable the yin qi is, and it makes people suffocate. The man who is close relatives is so scheming that Zhao Xun, who is a son, can't even think about it. Zhao Xun resents why this man didn't hurt him back then. The killer, sitting on the dragon chair and putting on the dragon robe, he was even more afraid of the man’s silent back when he was eating Zhai Nian Buddha and turning beads. But the most disturbing thing for His Highness is why this man married her back. He didn’t know how to cherish him when he married. It's a great irony to get along with each other like ice, or even as a soldier if something happens.

Zhao Xun took a deep breath of the fresh breath that is unique to the small courtyard. The place is full of orchids. This flower is her favorite. This is noble princess but is not as good as a prostitute in Xiangguo Lane. He only goes out of town twice a year. Opportunities are all to see the reed stilt, in spring to see the tender green buds, and in autumn to see the wind blowing like snow on the old reeds, Pei Nanwei Pei Nanwei, but with the word "reed" in his name, I like to see it. Is that the most boring and weakest reed?

The woman who was kept in the yard like cats and dogs by His Royal Highness the son was stripped of her name since she came in on the first day. Of course, Zhao Xun likes her body like mutton fat and warm jade, and she has winter in her arms. The charm of warm summer and coolness, but what is really obsessive and crazy is her demeanor. At this moment, after Zhao Xun saw her, she respectfully said that Xun'er had come to invite An. She just snorted gently while holding the shelf, Zhao Xun. Xun's bones were lightened by a couple of ounces immediately, too much alike. Zhao Xun showed a grin and scolded Pei Nanwei, the son of a bitch, to make you pretend to be upright with your son! Then, without saying anything, he rushed to tear up her clothes that were exactly the same as that of Pei Nanwei, took them to the big bed in the inner house, and flogged them fiercely. After the cloud and rain, Zhao Xun returned to normal, lying on the bed, squinting his eyes and enjoying the shoulders of the fake princess. , Regretfully said: "Skin and body are still a bit short, the usual voice is almost messy, but once you get to the bed, it is still a shortcoming, next time you pay attention, if you are lucky next time, you still show up like this..."

The woman sitting on the bed gave a delicate nasal sound. Zhao Xun raised his head and glanced, grabbed her soft blue silk, pressed her head under her crotch, and said violently: "Good Weier, this world is going crazy thinking about your little mouth!"

Two times of entwined joy, Zhao Xun put on a robe and lay straight on the sandalwood floor under the eaves of the house, quietly looking at a string of wind chimes that did not move, Jingan at this time Wang Shizi is really like a gentleman, innocent, harmless, and elegant in temperament. The puppet princess knelt beside Zhao Xun and watched the wind chimes with the madman. In fact, when Zhao Xun was quiet and speechless, he was a very close young man. When she saw him in a daze, she had the opportunity to look at the handsome face that was said to be nine points similar to King Jing'an. Zhao Xun stared at the elegant wind chimes adorned with a string of broken jade pieces, and smiled softly: "Does it look good? She won't look at me like this in her life. She doesn't even look at my father and king. Don't talk about me, who doesn't even have a hereditary child."

His Royal Highness Prince Jing'an closed his eyes and murmured: "I really envy those people."

Zhao Xun left, and slapped her before leaving because he peeked at him under the eaves. The fake princess with red and swollen cheeks lay cautiously on the place where the elder son had lay down, without the slightest hatred, but looked up at the wind chimes like him, the wind chimes, ethereal and sweet. She sat up suddenly and looked at an old man who did not know when to sit on the railing, filled with visceral awe. She was shocked by the King of Jing’an as a god. She was often beaten with a whip when she first entered the small courtyard. She slapped her face when she was wrong, and was even more humiliated when she got to the bed, but she was not afraid of these, even when she was in the middle of the night. Holding that elder son, hearing him choked, there will be a kind of sadness. Only the old man in front of her, who has never been rough, made her fear to the bone.

The old man who has always seen the dragon without seeing the end all these years asked softly: "Do you like this poor creature who was born in the royal family?"

The pseudo princess squatted on the ground, her body trembling.

The old man smiled lightly and said: "It's okay, then Zhao Xun is not an idiot. If you don't pay a little sincerely, he will get tired of you sooner or later."

Kneeling on the ground, she was finally able to catch her breath, and looked up at the old man who was half-fairy and half-devil to her, saying that he was a fairy, and it was a perfect plan. Almost Zhao Xun was at the old man every step of the way. As expected, the more so, the more frightened she felt. She had obviously learned more like Princess Pei, but the old man didn’t allow her to behave more skillfully every time. Thinking about it again, she finally understood that if she was perfect at the beginning, Prince Jing'an would not be happy to come here often. Is the old man's skill in composing people's hearts perfect? What kind of character would deliberately calculate a feudal king like this?

The old man looked at the string of broken jade wind chimes that he wanted the pseudo-prince to hang up. As expected, Zhao Xun liked it very much, and liked it beyond imagination.

The old man chuckled softly: "I am hollow up, down, left and right, regardless of east, west, north and south winds, I always speak prajna, ding ding dong dong ding ding dong."

The false princess dare not speak.

The old man got up and smiled: "It's up to today whether you and the poor foolish luck are good or not. It's a pity you can't see it."

Before the old man left with his hand in his hand, he left an indifferent word indifferently, "I will see King Jing'an who is furious with Thunder in the future, and I will try my best to say good things for Zhao Xun, and I may save your life."

The pseudo princess has a dull look.

The wind will ring again and the bell will ring again.

Ding ding dong dong ding ding dong.

There is no sense of being dusty, only murderous.

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The Wudang Mountain is lively, because there is a bastard.

This **** came from Longhushan, so he could endure it. He even fought with the young master uncle who was expected to be the head teacher. How about it? He was beaten?

Dozens of Taoist priests and temples on the mountain are all talking about this. Older ones will be relatively worried. After all, that servant is the little Lu Zu of Wuping, one of the three little celestial masters of Dragon and Tiger, Qi Xianxia. The cultivation base of a Chen Sword Dao is not for blowing. The younger gang of Taoists couldn’t help but start yelling at them, and they couldn’t help rolling up their sleeves and going to say goodbye to the little Lu Zu who temporarily lived in the Big Lotus Peak Bamboo Cottage. The little Taoists didn’t see Qi Xianxia after all. Whistling is the fairy spirit of swords and smashing purple bamboos. In fact, the leader of the ox riding on the mountain is watching from the side. The original intention is to help out the landlord’s friendship, but the little heavenly master does not appreciate it. At that time, there was a battle outside the temple, young The headmaster grabbed the dust with one hand, and then Qi Xianxia's sword spirit caused a statue of Zhenwu Great Emperor to sway for a long time. A thousand-year-old camphor was pulled out by Xiao Lu Zu entirely, if the young headmaster had just picked up a thousand-jin incense burner to block it. After a few strokes, a brand-new Taoist robe had to be scrapped. The senior brothers who were in charge all rushed to hear the wind and watched with great interest outside the door. They didn't feel distressed that Lao Zhang was damaged by the censer. They only didn't wave the flag and shout, whispering to each other, just commenting on the level of the moves of the two sides.

In front of the bamboo cottage, Qi Xianxia was sitting on a green futon and breathing.

Not far away, a young Taoist priest grabbed the ox and grass while feeding the cows, and said embarrassingly: "The brothers of Xiaodao are really not quite as good as your demeanor. The brothers are used to it. See me embarrassed, you forgive me."

Qi Xianxia really didn't bother to pay attention to this lingering fellow.

The young Taoist who grew up riding an ox laughed and said, "Are you really planning to live in Wudang Mountain? The Lu Zu ancient sword hanging under the cornice of Taixu Palace, you really want it. Take it and take it. Okay, I didn’t think I had seen it. Anyway, when I was young, I thought that sword was too pitiful. It’s best for someone to use it."

Qi Xianxia opened his eyes and glared and said: "Lu Zu's relic, how can it be a trifling matter!"

The young master uncle said helplessly: "Then it's not a problem that you always ask me to fight."

Qi Xianxia sneered: "I have to decide a victory or defeat before I can go down the mountain."

The young master-uncle patted the back of the big green cow, and muttered in a low voice: "I'm not as strong as Xu Fengnian."

The white tail whisk in front of Qi Xianxia jerked.

Hong Xixiang said with a bitter face: "I'm afraid of you, you Longhushan Committee really don't look like cultivators, so there are so many contenders."

Qi Xianxia sneered and said: "If you Wudang do not have the desire to compete, why have you erected the archway of Xuanwu Dangxing under the mountain?"

Hong Xixiang smiled and said: "Look at the momentum, Lu Zu's calligraphy, how rare."

Qi Xianxia snorted coldly, arguing with this Taoist priest, really playing the piano to the cow.

Hong Xixiang whispered: "To learn Taoism, you must teach you to be very poor. There are only five or three articles in your bag. This is a famous saying left by Lu Zu. Look at your Dragon and Tiger Mountain. Huang Sanjia laughed at you back then. There are only tens of thousands of texts in the bag."

Qi Xianxia didn't get angry when he heard this.

Interesting mantras spread out every few days between the rivers and lakes and the temples. The literati are often the most vivid ones. Huang Longshi’s ridicule of ridicule Tianshi’s cultivating Taoism and not cultivating the heart is an example. This time the Northern Liang King Xu Xiao entered the capital to face the saint, and after he was scattered outside the hall, he beat up the third-rank master and cursed, “If you’re a servant? There is an extra bird in the crotch and two lumps of meat on the chest. You are really a girl!" There is a famous saying that has spread all over the world at the Shangyin Xuegong Grand Prix, which was a ridicule of a senior scholar in the south of the Yangtze River when he was young. , "Tasty but dumplings, fun but sister-in-law." There was once a swordsman from the Kongtong faction who encircled and suppressed the demon together with his fellow martial arts. He was frightened before the enemy. He was helpless and found a lame excuse to say, "I just heard that my wife is pregnant, I will go back", which is hilarious. .

Hong Xixiang took the big green bull and said before leaving: "You will stay here as soon as you live. Maybe you can go down the mountain with me in the future. With a companion, I am more courageous."

Walking out a few steps, the head teacher turned around and smiled brazenly: "Hey, don't be so stingy. Tell me about Huting County."

Qi Xianxia stretched out his hand to catch the ponytail whisk.

Hong Xixiang mounted a bull and ran away.

The unsmiling Qi Xianxia turned up his mouth.

There was no tension in an instant.

This is Wudang Mountain.

Whoever comes will be kind.

Harmony creates immortality.

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Two Zen Temples.

The two women climbed the mountain, and the monks greeted them along the way. Some young monks with poor concentration had to turn their backs to the abbots and smirk at a little girl.

Little girls don’t care.

Bald heads, bald heads, all the mountains and plains are bald heads! Who loves to watch!

"Mother, let me go down the mountain. It's boring to always face the two big bald heads of Dad and Duan Nanbei on the mountain."

"Girl, how nice a bald head is, I don't need to light up the lights at night."

"Mother, don't make me laugh, you are not a lady!"

"Where is the joke? My mother is eloquently telling you the truth. How about your mother's beautiful face and moon appearance, will you look good at your father?"

"Mother, the girl under the mountain is much more beautiful than you. I really don't know why Dad wants to live with you."

"Dead girl, no mother can have you? Also, if you touch your breast and say conscience, your mother will not look good?!"

"..."

"Oh~IndoMTL.com~girl, when you are older, you will understand that as long as you look good in a man's heart, you are the best-looking girl in the world."

"Huh? But Xu Fengnian said that I look average, it's over!"

"The girl is really grown up, and my mother is very pleased. Girl, the mother is really not good-looking? No, I have to buy some rouge gouache and put it on the face to look good."

"Mother, you are spending money arbitrarily. Father must be squatting around the corner with Ben Nanbei and nagging. They are nagging together, but it's annoying."

"Let them talk about it. It won't be good if you don't talk about it someday."

These girls seem to be quite tacky.

Fortunately, the bald heads that admire the two of them are so Buddha-like.

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Thirty miles outside the city of Xiangfan, that vast expanse of vibrant reeds, I don't know why today, there is no life.

In the central area, a wealthy elder brother sat on the archway of "Tianbo Opens the Mirror" in the reed stilts, and at his feet were four red armours of amulet generals.

In the northeast, there is a mammoth man who looks like a cropped man, with a bundle of golden soft swords wrapped around his waist.

It is said that there is an eleventh master of two consecutive Wushu reviews in the world. He is proficient in all kinds of martial arts such as swords and spears. He was so clever and mixed that he didn't know which weapon to choose, so he had to get a soft sword in the end. After the true energy was poured, he could be a sword or a gun.

Southwest, a Qingshan guest carrying a bamboo pole in both hands, came slowly.

Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes sounded.

Thousands of birds flew up in the reeds.

The old man who trained the pseudo-puppet princess and Li Shuangjia and the fisherman on the edge of the reeds asked for a pot of crude rice wine, squinted to listen to the sound of pulling the rice hull, drank a sip of wine, and said to himself: "What a A good place for the dead." My QT room is open! The official QT room number [1655] of the princes of the beacon play, click to enter