The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 158: Evil prophecy

The 36th Palace of Wudang, the Taixu Palace on the Big Lotus Peak is the highest, and the overhanging eaves are called Da Gengjiao. It is famous for hanging a saber once belonged to the immortal Lu Dongxuan. At this time, he is wearing Wudang Young Taoist priests with very different Taoist robes sit near Lu Jianxian’s saber. At his feet is a long ladder. The beautiful Taoist priests carrying a wooden bucket are repainting the painted eaves of the mottled Da Gengjiao. He is the celestial master of Longhushan. Qi Xianxia of the mansion opened his eyes, the clouds were rolling, the wind was rolling the waves, the 72nd Peak of Wudang was like an immortal island on the sea, relaxed and happy, and the morning bell on the mountain was melodious by his ears, and Qi Xianxia was a little surprised for a while.

These days I live on the Wudang Mountain, and I want to beat the Wudang master who rides the green bull. I rarely do it. Most of them are forced to fight with the cowardly Taoist priests, but they also benefit a lot inadvertently. . I heard that Da Geng’s corner was going to be painted, thinking that there was a fairy sword that had been fascinated since childhood, and he promised the tired lazy surname Hong to work. Qi Xianxia never cares about these details and is not afraid of being criticized by the Heavenly Master’s Mansion. . Thinking of this, Qi Xianxia was a little lost. This Wudang Mountain is really different from Tianshifu. It is simply a matter of no dispute with others and no disputes in the world. There are occasional disputes, which are all trivial things that Qi Xianxia disdains. Qi Xianxia didn't make any rash comments. He just tilted his head and glanced at Lu Dongxuan's sword. The name of the sword could not be verified. "The name "Qingxiao" sounds very powerful. Of course, Qi Xianxia would not believe it, but it is true that this fairy sword originally had no scabbard. Lu Dongxuan once said, "Only heaven and earth can make this sword. "Sword clothing", sword clothing, that is, scabbard. But at this time, the ancient sword had a mahogany scabbard, which was vulgar. Qi Xianxia remembered this, and couldn't laugh or cry. Some time ago, he asked the teacher surnamed Hong, and the guy twisted and told the truth, and Qi Xianxia knew it was his surname. When Hong was young, he made a scabbard for the fairy sword. As for the reason, the young head teacher refused to say.

If it were in the Heavenly Master’s Mansion, the relics of Zhenren Lu had long been hidden in the main hall for enshrinement, with layers of talisman blessings, not to mention arbitrarily sheathing, it would be rare to see the previous side. In terms of taking 10,000 steps back, If you really want to find a sword room for Immortal Sword, at least you have to have python rubber bands to meet your identity.

There are too few rules in this Wudang Mountain.

Qi Xianxia looked down. The surnamed Hong was kicking and punching. This young man was followed by nearly a hundred Wudang Taoists who practiced boxing. There are both young and old. At first, those who practice boxing with the bull riding were just a little fun. The sweeping little Taoist boy, over time, was slapped with ancient rhyme and high wind by several elder Taoists. He came to the Taixu Palace twice every morning and evening to practice. This set of riding bull fists was flat, pure and natural. In general, The boxing frame is a big trap and a small circle, a big circle and a small circle, like a spring silkworm.

Qi Xianxia had never seen this set of martial arts. Later, she learned that it was Hong who was surnamed Hong who watched bells and drums on the mountain all the year round and created it. Although Qi Xianxia had learned swords since he was a child, he has entered the sea from many rivers and naturally knows the goods. It’s hard to accumulate a lot of things, and the big frame is like a sky over the earth, and when you enter a small situation, you must Not going to practice martial arts assiduously and cultivating Taoism is the opposite of not daring to slack off for a moment. In the square, the young master instructor slowly closed his fists. The rest of the Taoist priests acted exactly the same, as if they were two or three minutes away.

An old Taoist priest came forward to ask the master teacher for advice, and he praised this fist for a long time after practicing for a long time, but it will be able to walk on the ice in the abyss, but it will not move like a mountain hitting the water. Feeling proud and not blushing, he laughed and said where and where, the old Taoist worriedly said that if everyone on the mountain can learn this set of boxing, it is impossible to guarantee that it will not be secretly learned by outsiders under the mountain. The instructor shook his head and laughed and said that it was not in the way. The veteran Taoist smiled, no longer anxious about the world, what does it matter if the headmaster is young? Has this kind of mind been lost to the teacher's house that day?

When Hong Xixiang saw Qi Xianxia walking down the ladder with a wooden barrel, he ran to help pick up the wooden barrel and walked down the mountain side by side to Xiaolianhua Peak. Some sweeping children in the square saw it, and he was proud of him. Take a look, what's wrong with the little heavenly master, isn't it convinced by our master? Qi Xianxia didn't care about these careful thoughts. On the way down the mountain, Hong Xixiang led the green cow, still with the horns hanging on the scriptures. The other horn was hung on the wooden barrel and swayed, which was very funny. He smiled and said: "When punching, I feel that the ancient sword resonates with you. One day you leave Wudang and tell me that I will give you the sword. If you feel embarrassed, just borrow it from you."

Qi Xianxia was unhappy and turned angry, and reprimanded: "Lü Zu's relics are your Wudang 500-year-old treasure, how can it be a trifling matter, give it away if you give it away?!"

Hong Xixiang said dismissively: "Didn't I say it, I borrowed it from you."

Qi Xianxia snorted coldly, "Don't bring up this matter again."

Hong Xixiang said with emotion: "His Royal Highness is still bold. If you don't hold his thighs all the way down the mountain, you won't see this sword."

Qi Xianxia was indifferent to this, but said sincerely: "The world outside the box is full, and the sword is long indoors. You can see the style of Lu Zu back then."

Hong Xixiang murmured: "Lü Zu told the emperor to take care of his own luck, not to interfere with the internal and external alchemy of the emperor to try to govern the way. The ancient alchemists caused disasters and caused national disasters, all because of traveling immortals and entering the dynasty, for the benefit of one. Cultivation in words, where is cultivation, and cultivation is almost the same. Like your uncle Zhao Danping, a preacher in Beijing, who participated in the palace rituals, I heard that he wrote memorials for Tianzun, and his rhetoric was gorgeous, so the people in Beijing called him a scholar of green poetry. Isn’t this great celestial master ashamed? Because he is favored by himself, I don’t know how many Taoist alchemists want to rely on this road to make progress. It may not be the cause of the Taoism."

Qi Xianxia is about to hide for the Venerable. Even if he has some objections to the move of the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master Zhao Danping, his face is still flat and noncommittal.

Hong Xixiang took Qi Xianxia to the hut where the first son of Beiliang was practicing swordsmanship. The vegetable garden outside the house was full of greenery. This year, he took care of it. He picked a cucumber, wiped off the thorns, and put it in his mouth. While biting, the young head teacher sighed and then sighed, thinking of the slender woman who was carrying up the mountain, thinking of her under the Big Gengjiao by Brother Xiao Wang as a sword-inspiring oath sticker, for the relationship between His Royal Highness and her He is an outsider, he always feels looking at flowers in the mist. If he said that His Majesty didn’t care about her, Hong Xixiang would not believe that she was killed. For the maid who was so arrogant and unreasonable in some things, His Majesty ate a lot of times. The woman is an old mother. Hong Xixiang looked up at the sky and murmured: "This Princess Taiping, it's not a peaceful life."

Standing outside the vegetable garden, Qi Xianxia looked at the sighing young head teacher, and asked: "When do you plan to go down the mountain?"

Hong Xixiang said helplessly: "Don't dare."

Qi Xianxia said flatly: "Dare to give Lu Zu Sabre to outsiders, but don't you dare to go down the mountain?"

Hong Xi seems to be silent, shrinking as always.

Qi Xianxia sneered: "Afraid to miss Xuanwu Dangxing? Afraid to face the ancestors and those seniors on the mountain?"

Hong Xixiang shook his head and said: "No."

Qi Xianxia turned and left, leaving a sentence: "This time the Three Religious Debates on the Peak of Dragon Tiger Mountain, will you go or not?"

Hong Xixiang lowered his head and pinched his fingers, and said: "Rong Xiaodao counts."

Qi Xianxia sneered: "What counts, anyway, no matter how you count, you won't go down the mountain, why bother to deceive yourself and others."

The breathtaking young head teacher with a good temper whispered softly: "Fuck you!"

Qi Xianxia laughed and went away.

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Northern Liang frontier, huge town with heavy soldiers, and brave iron cavalry.

The sandstorm broke out on this day. It can be said that a river of rubble is as big as a bucket. Looking at the top of the city, it was full of dust and tyranny, revealing the desolation unique to the frontier fortress. However, in this chaos, there was still a white dress going out of the city, and a graceful woman with a black veil and face mask was sitting next to him. Deserve this honor. The woman's temperament came out of dust, and she embraced a pipa that was "the first seat of a plucked instrument". Facing the storm, looking away, she could see a tornado soaring into the sky. She was sitting on a horse, and her voice was cold and quiet: When the enemy goes out of the city, you are not afraid that the King of Northern Liang will have a gap in your righteous son?"

The man in white still leads the horse slowly, calmly. The wind and sand are not allowed to enter the surroundings of horses and horses.

The woman in black gauze and black clothes but wearing a pair of snow-white embroidered shoes also became silent.

Bai Yi finally spoke: "Chen Zhibao only knows that Beimang's first hand, Fan Bainu, will enter the city, but he doesn't know that Beimang Qingluan is out of the city."

The woman in black clothes and white embroidered shoes smiled, "How dare a white slave be called the first hand? Only when the pearl falls on the jade plate can you be regarded as the Pipa master."

The man smiled lightly and said: "These two people are good at twisting and twisting, but the pattern is monotonous, not as good as Ms. Fan's own words and songs, playing and playing, and integrating them."

The woman with a veil covering her face turned her head to look at the man in white. This warrior giant who made her venture into the territory of Beiliang at the expense of facts cannot be based on the usual theory. She has a clear purpose for this trip to Beiliang. Xing unexpectedly was dragged into an ambiguous situation by him. After gritting her teeth, she said solemnly: "General, Bai Slave can ensure that Beimang will have your place in the future, which is only higher than the Liyang Dynasty!"

Chen Zhibao shook his head slightly and said: "Then it will be boring."

The woman with a special status frowned and said: "The general is sure that Beimang will lose? Can the general make another feat that is not inferior to the Spring and Autumn Period? The Northern Liang cavalry can indeed be invincible, but the imperial elbow has been used for nearly two decades. No, but if the general enters Beimang to take control of the army, the slave family can guarantee that the general can have no scruples. Is there anything more interesting in the world than with the Beiliang cavalry? Once the Beiliang is calmed down, the general will go south and go straight, yes Gu Jiantang, and King Guangling of Yanchi, the Spring and Autumn Wars are reappearing. Wouldn’t it be nice for the general to turn the universe upside down with one person? I need to know that my Emperor Beimang’s ambition is far better than your emperor Zhao family!"

Chen Zhibao in white seemed unmoved, and smiled: "When did Miss Fan learn how to draw cakes to satisfy her hunger~ IndoMTL.com~ The woman was first angry, then overjoyed, but did not hit the iron while it was hot, she lowered her head and stretched out her hand to twist the pipa string, and the silver bottle suddenly broke. Like a cracked silk, the sound quality is sonorous, and he chanted softly: "The young man flies right away at the fifteenth century. No return! Riding alone on the yellow sand and rolling stones, the business spirit is declining today, and today is declining! Iron clothes are like snow, and when will the white king return? When will you return? "

Chen Zhibao listened to her with a smile.

The woman puts away the pipa, the sound of Jin Shiming is restrained, and she smiles: "Perhaps this life is destined to distinguish between the military and the enemy, but to meet Chen Baiyi in front of the formation, the slave family is born at the right time."

Chen Zhibao nodded and let go of the reins.

The woman did not act as a lover for her sons and daughters, and she lowered her eyebrows softly and said: "Since the general is unwilling to make a decision for the time being, then Nu Jiajing waits for the general to sit on Beiliang's 300,000 iron cavalry."

Chen Zhibao laughed and said: "Miss Fan thinks too much."

The woman did not refute, bending over and reaching out as if she wanted to stroke Chen Baiyi's cheek. Chen Zhibao did not dodge, but she withdrew her hand without touching it. She straightened her back and did not dare to face him. She turned her head and said bitterly: "The general Shunu is rude."

There are three sacred hands in Beimang Pipa. Xunzi had a right hand and Zu Qingshan had a left hand. After all, Fan Bainu's hands are not low.

Chen Zhibao smiled and patted the horse's buttocks, and did not see off again.

The horse gallops away.

Chen Baiyi turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at the Xu character Wang Qi at the head of the city, startled in a daze.

Liyang Dragon, Beiliang Python, Beimang Jiao, white clothes may be cut all at once.

Who said this terribly wicked adage, Huang Longshi?

As everyone knows, Huang Sanjia, who is full of nonsense and leaking secret secrets, is now dozens of miles away, forcing a poor ranger to chase the tornado and practice his sword frantically.

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