The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 151: 1 cup of snow and 1 head

It should be the unmistakable old man of Xi Chu Shu Sheng Qi who laughed at himself, "Spring and Autumn Swordsman? Swordsman, swordsman, swordsman."

For thousands of years, people in the world have always been proud of swordsmanship. Not to mention the rangers, they are scholars from all over the world. They often have sabers when they travel to school to show their spirit. The battle for the head of a hundred soldiers is always that the sword is inferior to the sword. In terms of number, the famous sword does not lose the famous sword, and most of them are legendary in the world, like the big handle that is now in the hands of Xu Fengnian’s apprentice. Frost Longknife, the stories of the previous masters can be described as heartbreaking. However, since Lu Zu was famous for beheading his head with a flying sword, kendo has been outstanding in the martial arts, but the atmosphere of the swordsman has been deteriorating. The master who has never used a sword has reached the top of the martial arts. Although she lost to Wang Xianzhi, no one can deny that the two kendo chiefs have their own philanthropy. On the other hand, Gu Jiantang, the leader of swordsmanship, has never been ranked high on the martial arts rankings, and his reputation in the arena is also flat. Unsurprisingly, I have never heard of someone who admires General Gu’s martial arts and goes to practice swordsmanship. There are some who envy the military skills and carry the sword to join the army. But the man in the world, even the demon Han Diaosi said before his death. Ever thought that Qingshan would walk the rivers and lakes with swords, and talk about other young men? How many women have ever remembered Li Chungang wearing a blue shirt just by knowing the name?

Even Xu Fengnian pretended to pretend to be a young man in Beiliang before practicing the sword, so that he could confuse the women. He wanted to hang his famous sword on his body.

Sage Qi Lianhua is the sword armor that only gives a glimpse of the rivers and lakes. This truth is really moving, and people have to envy the prosperous scene of Xi Chu, which is worthy of the orthodox of the Chinese and original languages. There are Li Chungang fighting across the Guangling River with swords, some writers distributing hundreds of poems about fighting wine on a boat, some women are all over the country, and there are Chinese teachers Li Mi and Cao’s proud masters and apprentices. Speaking of the destruction of the West Chu Kingdom, the sin is not in the emperor, the scholars, and the people. If you want to hate it, you can only hate that Tianshi is in Liyang instead of Jiang Chu.

The old man beckoned to Xu Fengnian. The old man squatted down first and looked at the tombstone of the princess Wu Su. His spirits were no longer the same as before. Only the most common lonely old man in the world was lonely and lonely. He whispered: "Xu Xiao What kind of thing, a crude martial artist, just marry a pretty decent girl."

Xu Fengnian was angry and sneered: "The old man really thought that you and I are fighting each other, and it is Xu Fengnian that I will lose?"

Qi Lianhua smiled and asked, "Have you never been to Jinzhou's hometown to worship your ancestors in your life?"

Xu Fengnian did not answer.

In fact, it was not just him. Xu Xiao never went to Jinzhou after the queen was sealed. Xu Fengnian’s grandfather died very early. At that time, Xu Xiao had just left Liaodong, and he was fighting in full swing with several major feudal powers in the southern part of Liyang. After Xu Fengnian was born, I never met my grandparents at all. Xu Xiao was the only seedling, so there were no relatives in Xu's family. In the early years, some distant relatives from Jinzhou went to Beiliang to join Xu Xiao's relatives. Xu Xiao, who was so benevolent when he was young, was also regarded as the most benevolent. They were given a splendor and wealth of drought and flood protection. As for the elders on the mother's side, Princess Wu Su almost never mentioned it. When Xu Fengnian was a child, she only occasionally heard her mother talk about her grandma is a good person who gets along with others and compares her heart with others. Unfortunately, she passed away too early. As for who the grandfather is, mother-in-law Xu Xiao didn't say a word before, and Xu Xiao didn't want to say more. Only once did he say something angrily after drunk, and the old man was dead a long time ago. Xu Fengnian guessed that it must be Xu Xiao who begged for a kiss outside the Wujiajian Tomb. He was beaten up with the sword by the old man surnamed Wu. Since then, he has formed Liangzi, and has never been in contact with each other. Xu Fengnian also had resentment towards that grandfather. Later, the aunt in Qingcheng Mountain was covered with armor all the year round. It was the Wu family who made things difficult for the mother in the past, so that the face of the aunt, who was the sword servant, was cut apart by the fierce sword energy. Although it was not done by his grandfather himself, Xu Fengnian felt that if the grandfather had said a few words of justice and treated his mother's family away from home, Wu's Jianzhong would not be so cruel. Especially after learning that his uncle Wu Qi met in Beimang on purpose but did not recognize each other, and finally transferred to Xishu to assist Chen Zhibao, Xu Fengnian really has no good impressions of the relatives and elders surnamed Wu, even if he should have called too grandpa. The contemporary patriarch of the Wu family took the initiative to make up for it once on the border of Beiliang, and Xu Fengnian will inevitably still have knots.

The old man exhaled and said with emotion: "I once compiled a history book for Da Chu and read all over the books. At that time, although I did not have the name of a master, I had the truth of a master, but when I studied history, I still It’s often horrified at night. Without it, just because the three words'people eat each other' can be seen everywhere in the book!"

"The rise and fall of the world is normal, but every turmoil, the suffering of the people, is really miserable. By the road outside the suburbs, day and night are like driving sheep. , The knife fell quickly to fight for the general. What a tragic sight? The dead are full of roads, and the living are ghost neighbors. The world is half-wandering, this is not the language of the trouble-free poets in troubled times! I have seen Spring and Autumn. In the end, selling-selling boys is only a few cents, and women are worth only a handful of corn. Later, some parents couldn't bear it, so they exchanged children for food. In the end, people in the world are not as human as ghosts! How can I not hate Liyang? Do not hate Xu Xiao who went all the way to the south to slaughter the country and destroy the country?!"

"In the old prince's house, fox and rabbits were haunted. Actually, it was more than the prince's house?"

Xu Fengnian grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and pinched it in the palm of his hand. He couldn’t help interrupting the old man’s words. “Xu Xiao once said that it is necessary to be a man. Sentence. And as a warrior carrying a sword, he is fighting, and he will only fight wars. If you give him thousands of people, then he will fight a city, and tens of thousands of people will fight a country. When he has hundreds of thousands of cavalry, no What did you fight against the world? So many people later scolded him, but he never replied, nor did he feel that he was doing the right thing. In the Northern Liang Army, the older generations of Yan Wenluan, Zhong Hongwu, He Zhonghu, etc., The younger ones, Chu Lushan, Li Mofan, and Cao Xiaojiao, which one is not the notorious veteran ruffian in the eyes of the world?"

Xu Fengnian looked firm, and said in a deep voice: "But it cannot be denied that if someone will help Liyang to dominate the world, then Xu Xiao will do it, and it will definitely be the best result."

Qi Lianhua said with emotion: "I really haven't thought about this matter."

The pensive old man suddenly laughed, "Huanglongshi has a poem widely circulated, "The country is broken, mountains and rivers are here, and the city is deep in spring." The old master of Song family in Liyang commented that the word "deep" is not as good as "sheng". ', if you use new words and combine movement and static, you can combine poetry and Tao. Liyang literary scholars are screaming, do you think so?"

Xu Fengnian said calmly: "My second sister once said in the Shangyin Academy that Old Master Song was too **** to change."

Qi Lianhua asked: "Then you are not curious about whose daughter Xu Weixiong is?"

Xu Fengnian was touched by Ni Lin, and couldn't hide his anger, "It's up to you!"

Qi Lianhua squinted and smiled: "Xu Fengnian, Xu Fengnian, you are really as virtuous as your father Xu Xiao."

Xu Fengnian took a deep breath, "My respect for the old man is loyal to Xi Chu, and has been lurking in the Beiliang Palace for many years to guard the subjugated princess Jiang Ni. But the old man should not think that he can really do whatever he wants in Xu's family."

The old man disagrees, with sarcasm, "Oh?"

I don't know when, the position where the two of them stood has become the sword armor Qi Lianhua with his back to the tomb gate, and Xu Fengnian's back to the two tombstones.

Then the two took a step almost at the same time, and then the insteps of each step were stepped on by the other's other foot. Xu Fengnian pierced the middle of the old man’s eyebrows with two fingers. Chest.

The old man's body is spinning like a top, and while removing his finger sword, his big sleeves are floating, rolling up the sky and snow, forming a scene of an earth dragon drawing water. Xu Fengnian was pushed towards the tombstone by the knife, one hand wrapped around the back and pasted it on the tombstone, gently pushed, and rushed forward.

Xu Fengnian, who was in the air, kept his fingers together, leaning a stroke on the top of the old man's head, and the majestic sword aura suddenly poured down in the air.

The old man sneered. His steps were very different from those of the world's martial artist. His feet were slightly inward, and one hand was folded and one hand clenched a fist. He stepped on a series of broken steps in a straight line and stepped forward boldly, evading the sword energy. The fist hit Xu Fengnian's stomach, his fist was as heavy as a drum. After taking advantage of the rebound, his five fingers were immediately released, and another palm was pushed away. Xu Fengnian's body flew upside down and exploded with a harsh sound similar to firecrackers in the snowy night. Regardless of whether the swordsman Qi Lianhua’s punches, palms, and paces, they are actually very simple and crisp. It is easy to think of Wang Xianzhi, who was once arrogant and enemy of the world, as fast as thunder and as strong as thunder. Face the enemy with bare hands, disdain the world's magic weapon.

In fact, Xu Fengnian was not seriously injured, but was repelled by the old man's move. His heart fluctuated, and the already messed up qi in his body became more and more ups and downs, like boiling water and adding oil. This gave him a new understanding of the Spring and Autumn Sword Armor. He originally thought that Qi Lianhua was at least on the same level as Sui Xiegu, but it seemed that it should be at least a line higher.

If Xu Fengnian was confident that even if the sword armor was doing his best before Liuzhou Slaying the Dragon, no matter how careless he was, he would not be so embarrassed.

After Xu Fengnian settled down, there was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't wipe it at all. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

The battle of life and death that Xu Fengnian has experienced is not once or twice.

The old man tutted: "As far as your current situation is concerned, at most you have to use three tricks to work hard. It is almost enough to meet the general King Kong or even the Xuan master, but it is a pity to meet me."

Xu Fengnian said calmly: "You don't need three tricks, just one trick."

The old man asked: "Even if you die, you have to protect the two monuments behind you? People are dead, what's the use of the monuments? Are you Xu Fengnian not the king of Beiliang? Don't know how to choose?"

The old man is probably a real old man with a lot of words. At this time, he is still "good words to persuade you": "Boy, beauty in the world, that is springing up every year after the rain, it is the source of troops, but also the wildfire can't burn it. End, one crop after crop. But there are two things that are difficult to add. One is the armored heavy rider on the battlefield. One less is one less, and it is difficult to fill up quickly. The other is the master of the rivers and lakes, everyone needs talent and chance It took many years to come out. Especially you Xu Fengnian, you have to cherish your life. If you die..."

The snow is getting bigger.

Xu Fengnian ignored the old man's chatter and made a gesture of raising his hand.

There is an extra snow knife in his hand.

But the old man suddenly became sentimental and looked at the sky with his hands in his hands, "Beiliang, fight a country with the power of one place, if you die..."

The old man said to himself, with a depressed expression, "I don't care if there is a King of the North Liang in Beiliang. But if Xu Fengnian is not dead, how can I not care about Qi Lianhua."

There was a daze in Xu Fengnian's eyes.

After being hit by Qi Lianhua with a fist and a palm of the sword, the Qi machine in the body has experienced the initial violent turbulence, and it has shown signs of being overwhelming, and it has begun to stabilize.

The old man looked annoyed and stared: "The kid only knows my good intentions?"

Xu Fengnian was confused, but still holding the snow knife, wondering: "What do you want to do?"

The old man who once said "return to others on a snowy night" became more and more annoyed, "Isn't your kid a clever person with all his body and mind? Why is he so incapable?!"

Xu Fengnian is also on fire, glaring at each other.

Looking at the stubborn young man, the old man seemed to remember some of the past, and the stubborn old man who had been tough with this world for a lifetime was also a bit softhearted, with a soft tone, and a little helpless said: "I'm afraid you can't guess the boy, I'm not taking it. Has a pseudonym "Wu Jiang"?"

Xu Fengnian couldn't laugh or cry, "Didn't I guess you are Qi Lianhua and Chunqiu Sword Armor?"

The angry old man suddenly stomped his feet, and the wind and snow over the entire mausoleum stopped. "Xu Xiao never told you that his father-in-law was not named Wu? Even if Xu Xiao's **** didn't say, Su Didn’t you mention it? Didn’t tell you that there was a swordsman surnamed Qi who nearly demolished half of the sword mountain in Wu’s Jianzhong for a woman from the Wu family?!"

Xu Fengnian turned around, couldn't see his expression clearly, and couldn't hear the emotional change in his tone, "No."

"No?!" The old man was really upset, pointing at Xu Xiao's tombstone and yelling: "Well, you Jinzhou barbarian, in order to marry my daughter, you said you didn't kneel to heaven or knees, just give it to me. Father-in-law knelt for a while! Well, the little captain who is fart big, with hundreds of people under his hand, dare to threaten that if he refuses to agree, he will lead his troops to destroy Da Chu in the future! I should kill you with a palm!"

When the old man was silent, only the wind and snow all over the garden whimpered.

The old man had kind eyes and a guilty face. He stared at the young figure who was more pleasing to the eyes than Xu Xiao, and slowly said: "The first time I saw you secretly, it was the Xu family's iron horse on the way to Beiliang. It was also such a snowy night. In a small temple, you were scolded by your mother to read all night. Your kid would hold a book in his hand, sit on the lap of the Buddha statue in the main hall, and read the book with the lantern in front of the Buddha statue. It’s dawn. Next to the four heavenly kings’ clay sculptures or swords, or hideous faces and faint lights, outside the temple in the middle of winter, the wind and snow resemble female ghosts like weeping complaints. Adults are going to panic. You, a child, are not afraid of it alone. I’m just I watched you all night on Liang, I really liked it from the bottom of my heart. As expected, I am Qi Lianhua's grandson!"

The old man's heart surged with a grandiose and proud heroic spirit, "I don't recognize Xu Xiao as a son-in-law, but I like you as a grandson! Even if Su'er doesn't recognize my dad, I still came to Liangzhou with the shameless face. , After Su’er passed away, I became an inferior servant incognito. Who am I, Qi Lianhua? I can win each other on the chessboard with Master Li Mi, and I can cook wine with Taifu Sun Xiji and give pointers. Keeping pace with Ye Baikui on the battlefield will allow Cao Changqing to be regarded as a half division!"

Xu Fengnian, who always turned his back to the old man, squatted down, looked at the two tombstones, and asked: "Why did the unknown matchmaker marry the grandmother? Instead, let the grandmother and my mother depend on each other in the eyes of the family."

The old man was silent, his eyes full of sadness and regret.

Xu Feng said in a young voice: "The beauty of the country, the beauty of the country, the country before the beauty, do you think that the country is heavier? Or do you think that the husband is not a wife? You, the famous spring and autumn'Tianhua Lang', Think women are just the icing on the cake for the rest of life?"

Xu Fengnian asked again: "Why don't you protect my mother in the white clothes case in Beijing?"

Without waiting for the answer, Xu Fengnian's voice was hoarse, and he trembled to himself: "So I don't know I have a grandfather, only if he is dead long ago. Is he surnamed Wu or Qi, a big hero or a small man, It's not important at all."

The old man sighed a long time later, speechless.

Xu Fengnian sat cross-legged in front of the grave, bending over and reaching out to brush the snow in front of the monument.

Qi Lianhua walked to the monument, looked down at Xu Xiao's tombstone, and said calmly: "It will be too late when I hear the news and arrive at Tai-Ancheng."

The old man laughed at himself: "It’s okay if you don’t recognize my grandfather or think that the guy named Qi Lianhua is cold-blooded. It was like the water poured out. At that time, the three sword armors could not kill the Emperor Liyang Zhao Dun, who was returned by his destiny. In that case, as for Yuan Benxi Han Sheng Xuan Liu Hao and his ilk, as long as Xu Xiao is alive for one day, That has to be the guts that Xu Xiao should provoke. Xu Xiao can’t do it, and the children of my daughter Wu Su."

The old man turned his head and looked at Xu Fengnian, who was constantly sweeping the snow with his hands, and said softly: "The Taoist saints say that life and death are like sleep, and you can get up when you sleep. You can't get up after you sleep, because you die. So there is great horror here. This is the reason why people don’t laugh but cry in life. The Buddhist scriptures also say that they feel quiet and life and death are terrible."

The old man also squatted down and said free and easy: "Maybe you are right. Xu Xiao is much better than the Spring and Autumn Swordsman Da Chu Shusheng, but I don't want to or dare to admit it."

The old man looked at Xu Xiao's tombstone and smiled: "In the end, after all, I haven't been able to drink a glass of your toast."

Xu Feng said in a young voice: "It's late."

Xu Fengnian’s eyes flushed, “I used to wonder why Xu Xiao’s hand-sewn cloth shoes in the box at the bottom of the bed contained a pair of shoes from the Xu family that didn’t fit anybody.”

The old man froze for a moment.

Then the old man laughed and clenched his fists on his legs, "Spring and Autumn are dreams of Spring and Autumn. A life is only a matter of life and death. You cry when you come, and laugh when you go."

Then the old man stretched out his hand to hold a cup shape, and there was a crystal clear white snow cup between his five fingers. Snow fell in the cup, and he said loudly: "The old man respects his son-in-law a cup!"

A cup of snow makes wine.

Can drink a cup without.

"Young, old man, I am going back to Guangling. I have been away from home for too long. Don't send it away."

The old man turned around after toasting, patted the snow on his grandson's shoulder, took out a yellowed book from his arms, and gently placed it next to Xu Fengnian.

Finally, he said lightly. After the old man got up, his hands shook his sleeves suddenly, and he strode towards the entrance of the tomb. After going out, his figure disappeared in a flash.

Xu Fengnian, who was a step slower, couldn't stop it at all.

Outside Liangzhou city, the old man traveled farther and farther, and the speed was far from comparable to that of Beiliangjia and other Malaysians. The old man had a cold knife forged by Baixue in his hand.

Everyone knows that the great Chu Tianhua Lang practiced handwriting during his life, and he most likes to write the three characters "su", "year" and "spring"...

My daughter Wu Su is gone, but my grandson Xu Fengnian is still there, and he is very promising! In this life, I don't have much to worry about, it's time to get rid of Qi Banbu's nickname, and I might as well put Qi Tinghua's name down. In my junior year, I was the last time my grandfather was selfish, so as to teach the world to know that after your father died, you still have an elder alive. With me, there is no one who can be sick of Beiliang without paying the price. Gu Jiantang of Dazhuguo can’t do it. , Zhao’s new emperor will not work either!

Xiao Nian, you just need to guard the northwest portal of the Central Plains.

Xu Fengnian's figure is flying long and fast, standing alone at the head of the city, but in his field of vision, there is only a vast expanse of whiteness.

Standing all night, at dawn, Xu Fengnian remembered the old man’s last words and muttered to himself, "Is it really possible?"

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In the spring of the second year of Xiangfu, a terrifying news came back to the capital from the border between the two Liao Dynasty.

Gu Jiantang lost, and still lost to a man with a knife.

That's all, the point is that the martial arts master who was born out of nowhere did not report his name, but only said an unbelievable identity.

One evening, on the outskirts of Tai-An city, two men about one generation difference in age were sitting opposite each other in a pavilion.

The younger, it is Song Keli, who has recently made a comeback in the capital of the Song family.

Song Keli has not served in Beijing for the time being, but Jin Lanting, the minister of ceremonies, has invited Song Keli to family dinners several times, and many old people in Beijing, especially the nobles of the clan, have also expressed their favor.

Song Keli, who should have been proud of the spring breeze, had a sad face at this time. He looked at Mr. Yuan who was toasting and having a drink, and said sadly: "Even if that person is a great master who surpasses General Gu, Tai-Ancheng can handle it before. How can the saber man who drags his family with his mouth can't deal with another warrior?"

Yuan Benxi smiled, glanced at Song Keli, and said nothing.

The hand that Song Keli put on the table was tightly clenched, his face was blue, and his lips trembled, "I know, I know, after the death of the first emperor, then the identity of Mr. is just a certain old yellow door in the imperial court. Lang. When today I was waiting to get rid of the shackles, the appearance of the old man gave him a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill with a knife without blood on his hands! Therefore, the imperial army in the capital must not mobilize one person. The masters of the rivers and lakes who hang the carp bag must not mobilize anyone! Mr. Yuan, is Tai-Ancheng going to cross the river and demolish the bridge again? Does his Zhao family really want no face?!"

Song Keli lowered his head, "Mr. Yuan taught me that to serve a king of a court for a man is to burn a stick of incense for a Buddha. The emperor and a courtier of a court broke down because of the incense of the last stick of incense."

Yuan Benxi, with his tongue cut in half, looked calm, put down his wine glass, and said vaguely: "Right or not, what I said earlier is just the way to be an official, but there is a way to be a man with a more original intention. To the king Jingxiang is actually a technique, not a Tao. You Song Keli's true Tao, besides burning incense, is to add fuel to the people of the world. This is the foundation left by the first assistant Zhang Julu to Li Yang. As a counselor, I, Yuan Benxi, think that I don’t think so. Lose anyone, but as a courtier, Zhang Julu is the first person to create a new atmosphere for the millennium. You have to learn his way, not my skills. Otherwise, you Song Keli will be a Yin Maochun Zhao Youling and his ilk in this life, Yuan Benxi What's the use of cultivating your Song Keli? How will you stand out from your peers like Sun Yin in the future?"

Yuan Benxi looked at the twilight outside the pavilion and smiled and said: "The famous ministers of the Spring of Yonghui are destined to stay in the history, but you who started in the Xiangfu years may be better than the words behind the history books. That set of old people looks better. Because Yonghui has a Zhang Julu who makes the world's scholars lose their color, your generation is different, Chen Wang’s exquisite dragon, Sun Yinyin’s slaying dragon in the city of Ninja, and you Song Keli’s cool lone minister, Each has its own dazzling style."

Song Keli didn't dare to look up to see this Mr. Yuan who accompanied him to travel across the country last year.

Yuan Benxi whispered: "All parties tried to draw you in. I kept you up for sale. So last night, the apprentice of Song Tanglu, the superintendent of ceremonies, found you and brought you an oral message. You don’t need to feel guilty, if you can’t wait. Tell me Yuanbenxi, that's disappointing."

Song Keli looked up suddenly.

Yuan Benxi smiled calmly and said softly: "Here."

A person walked in the distance.

A strange snow-white long knife is hung around his waist.

Song Keli stood up and stood on the steps of the pavilion. Without seeing any movement from the old man, Song Keli, a martial artist, was thrown out of the pavilion.

After the old man took his seat, Yuan Benxi put three wine glasses on the table and stretched out his fingers to gently push a clean wine glass in front of the old man.

Yuan Benxi smiled calmly: "Back then, I was very curious about why Mr. Qi would forcibly enter the city gate of Tai-Ancheng. Later, I saw Xie Feiyu presenting me with the original copybooks of many gentlemen. In the early days, there were many spring characters, and in the later years, there were many original copybooks. The two characters are somewhat clear. Zhao Gou carefully assassinated His Royal Highness 16 times in Beiliang, three of which are the most regrettable, and they are all obstructed by Mr. Qi."

The old man did not raise his glass for a drink, but put the snow knife on the table, "The old man kills, he will still let people drink a few sips of wine, and drink slowly."

Yuan Benxi raised his head and drank his cup of wine, "Since Mr. Qi has murderous intent but not murderous intent, why bother to pretend to be a posture?"

Qi Lianhua sneered: "It turns out that Yuan Benxi is nothing more than that."

Yuan Benxi shook his head and said: "In life, some people are greedy for cups and some are greedy for life. It is human nature."

Qi Lianhua said: "Li Yishan, Nalan, Youci, one to help Xu Xiao win the Spring and Autumn, and the other to help Zhao Bing seek the world, is the real conspiracy. As for the Huanglongshi, it’s not like you can compare your half-inch tongue. . You Yuan Benxi has just kept the world all your life, not to mention the funny thing is that you haven’t been able to keep it. The reason why I don’t kill you is because it’s better not to kill you than to kill you."

Yuan Benxi laughed at himself: "The old man deliberately saved my life to bite the dog?"

Qi Lianhua stretched out a finger and tapped the snow knife, which was made according to the earliest generation Xu knife. "A great Xu knife. It is used to cut the head of a dog. It's a horrible sight."

Yuan Benxi remained unmoved, smiled and said: "The old gentleman has the grace not to kill, so the younger generation also has a word to persuade me, killing me in Yuan Benxi is just a small matter between fingers, but I have to go to the city to find the emperor Zhao Zhuan. It's not easy. Compared with the first emperor, when I am today, I am afraid that there are too many deaths. I believe that Xu Fengnian would rather go back to Beiliang safely and safely than the old man would die in Tai-Ancheng, even if he died. It can be called a magnificent wave. Xu Fengnian finally made a clean conclusion with the previous life and the next life. The old man's walk, let alone giving charcoal in the snow, is not even the icing on the cake."

Qi Lianhua said in surprise, "You have only half of your tongue left in Yuan Benxi. Not only can you speak, but how many human words can you say?"

Yuan Benxi still looked happy, and pointed to the jug, "For so many years, the jug of Huadiao wine, but the wine is always Beiliang green ant, the old man really doesn't drink a glass?"

Qi Lianhua took a toast and drank it. The old man got up and left the pavilion, but left the knife behind. Finally, he put down a sentence, "You Liyang Kings of the Three Dynasties, I'm sorry Xu Xiao."

Yuan Benxi watched the old man leave. After a long time, he nodded invisible.

Song Keli covered her heart and staggered into the pavilion, and saw that Mr. Yuan was safe and sound, relieved.

After Song Keli sat down, Yuan Benxi stood up instead, looked at the sky, and said sadly: "It's going to rain, my mother is going to marry... But I don't want to just let it go."

A smile appeared on Yuan Benxi’s face, "Old sir, I am a person who will die and I am kind."

When Mr. Yuan turned and walked to the stone table, holding the cold Xu knife, Song Keli suddenly had a bad feeling, and his face instantly paled.

Yuan Benxi looked into the distance, "Song Tanglu should be waiting, Zhao Zhuan doesn't have the courage."

Yuan Benxi retracted his gaze and tossed Song Keli a tip. "You tell the palmprint **** afterwards that he wants to live longer and better than Han Shengxuan, so let him take a look at something like this."

Song Keli seems to have received a hot potato, fidgeting, and bloodshot eyes.

Yuan Benxi said sternly: "Song Keli, put away the tips! Get up and take the knife!"

Song Keli subconsciously stood up abruptly, but took a few steps back in a panic, the Song family's young phoenix had no demeanor.

Yuan Benxi took a step forward and handed out the cold knife.

Song Keli shook his head frantically.

The Liyang emperor reprimanded with a grim expression: "If you don't kill Yuan Benxi, how do you Song Keli stand on the side of the emperor!"

Song Keli's face was full of tears, and the six gods were no master, and kept repeating: "Sir, I will not kill you, sir, I will not kill you..."

Yuan Benxi sighed, put the knife on the table, then turned his back to Song Keli, and said calmly: "It's not free to transport heroes. If you don't kill me, I'm a waste in Yuan Benxi, even if I live a few more years, But in the future, there will be no trace of my half-inch tongue in Benxi."

Yuan Benxi closed his eyes and said softly: "Song Keli, you must not let me down."

Huanglongshi Li Yishan, you are one step late. Nalan Youci, you are one step earlier.

Song Keli tremblingly held the cold knife.

Yuan Benxi opened his eyes for an instant, and looked deeply at the afterglow of the distant sky. The half-inch tongue emperor opened his mouth and took a deep breath, as if to take a last breath with this Fang Tiandi, and roared: "Take the head!"

Song Keli looked pained, and his hand dropped the knife!

The chief eunuch, with a cold face and a bright red python robe, walked leisurely to the steps of the pavilion, only to see the ill-fated young man sitting sluggishly on the ground~IndoMTL.com~ Flowing in his eyes. With shocking blood and tears, he clung to the head in his arms.

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Outside the city of Tai-An, the old man squinted at the towering city head and smiled, "I Qi Lianhua has a good eye and a low hand. , Seeking common people’s well-being, but nothing can be achieved, with empty hands."

The old man sighed with his hands, "The last request is very small, I just want to be an elder who can make me have a clear conscience."

On this day, an unknown old man entered Tai-An City and went straight into the Qin Tian Prison.

Kill all the Qintian Supervisors and eight hundred guards.

This old madman didn’t have any words from beginning to end, he only said a word to himself when he was dying, "Little Nian, don’t forget the words Grandpa told you. Remember to believe in yourself. Believe. Beiliang where you are!"

The words that the old man left is exactly the opposite of Yuan Benxi's unintentional words.

"Everything comes with the same power!"