The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 191: The wind won’t stop talking

　　 Chapter 191, the wind is no longer screaming

　　Update time: 2013-01-19

　　 Chapter 191

　　An old west wind, a scrawny yellow horse was tied to a tree, with a weak nose, and a few black crows on the branches were annoying, and an inconspicuous old man slowly turned from behind the tree. He came over, tightened his trouser belt, looked helpless, and did not clean his shit. He raised his head to the crows and booed a few times, but those crows are indeed birds that grow near that city, more than those on Chunshen Lake. The old sparrow has also seen strong winds and waves, and is not afraid of the bluffing old man under the tree. The old guy was not surprised at this. Picking up the horse's rein with one hand, leading the horse slowly, stretched out his hand and weighed the rag money pouch, there was not much copper, and then a relative glanced at the beloved horse who accompanied him all the way. Huang Ma is nicknamed Xiao Huang, just like the old man’s own son. He never rides. If only Reed can make a mattress, he must have put Xiao Huang to sleep first. Alas, people are poor and have thin horses and long hair. In fact, the silver liang that I originally carried was enough to provide enough food and clothing from the north to the east, thousands of miles away. The old man lived and slept without much expense. It was nothing more than the stomach and the worms, so he went to the downtown area or the city. The roadside wine stall bought a pot of wine to relieve the greed, but along the way, I ran into a few poor people, and the money was spent like splashing water. The son used to say that the troubled world is not as good as a peaceful dog, but now this is the sea. Yan Qingping's prosperous age, but not everyone was lucky enough to be the peace dog who raised the peace dog. The old man who did not take off the long cloth bag behind him was a native of Xishu. He has also traveled a lot in his life. Don’t you think it’s not the gangster who helped the crisis and rescued the poor, he is actually walking outside, a degree wider than the rich, no matter how rich the world can be compared to the emperor and his own son? If you say that you are more miserable than your life experience, there is no bottom line. There is no bitterness but more bitterness. On this trip, the last time I paid a large sum of money was to cross the river, but it was not a cheap boat fare of tens of dollars. The two boat girls on the boat were for the mother and daughter, and the man was the head of the family. Shouting tired, let the daughter-in-law take over, squatting on the bow of the ship and playing dice, very addicted to gambling. Before crossing the river, the man with sharp eyes saw the old man revealing the yellow and white in his purse, so he asked him with a shy face if he wanted to drive a meat. At first he thought it was a boat that could make a few carp fished from the river. There was still a half pot of wine in the hip flask, so they agreed. When they saw the mother and daughter, they began to take off the thin clothes that were stitched and mended expressionlessly. The old man was terribly scared, and they realized that they were doing it. The boat prostitute hurriedly stopped. After landing, apart from the broken money, he left behind the bulk of his money, and when he landed on the bank, he ran away with his feet. Don’t look at the old man’s past travels with his son, and occasionally encountered a bold village woman sighing and breastfeeding the little baby. He would straighten his eyes and take roots under his feet. The son would pull up before he was willing to leave. He really made a real knife. The old man really can’t do the serious things with real guns. What's more, the girls are so old that they can be his daughters and granddaughters, especially when the girl is only 13 or 14 years old, and the family is poor and can’t afford to eat. For this reason, looking at the eleven or twelve-year-old girl of the rich family, can he not be condemned by God for doing this? Take another 10,000 steps and say, the third grade official of the prime minister's concierge is Zhang Shoufu's concierge, and it is no better than the Beiliang Prince's Mansion where my old Huang is located? Although my old yellow is the one who feeds horses in the palace, according to this statement, not to mention the third product, the seventh product should be there. I really want a woman to be crazy. Is it difficult? Since my old Huang knitted more than a dozen pairs of good straw sandals for the son, there is no shortage of them. During the travel, the son accidentally mentioned such a stubbornness, and when he returned to Beiliang, he would help find a wife with a warm blanket. Thinking of this, Lao Huang smiled and swallowed subconsciously. Of course, the Shui Ling Huang Hua maiden did not dare to ruin it. The milfs still had some charm, and they believed that they were not good enough, but at that time, I still hoped in my heart. There is a white and tender lady who is thinking about rolling the sheets, that is, you are polite with the son, and the son takes it seriously. Old Huang slapped his face and said to himself, let you be an expert in yellow clothes, you should practice swords when you weren't a blacksmith, isn't it just to get close to those female knights. Have such a ambitious and beautiful original intention gone like a pee? The son is very knowledgeable, but he is not sour. His speech is especially comfortable. Whenever he steals a chicken or duck or chews on a cucumber or roasted sweet potatoes, when he is in a good mood, talking about it is a beautiful thing. Old Huang clearly remembers a saying, about it. It is said that there is a kind of human heart in the world that is higher than the sky and thinner than paper. Lao Huang felt that these words fully explained the truth of the great things, and even he understood such a rough person who didn't know how to write. Hey, but he was just boasting that Lao Huang had a few pounds of strength and did just a few pounds. NS? Lao Huang was thinking about it and he was cheating, and when he grinned, he found that the old man was missing two front teeth, which was very leaky. The old man and the thin horse walked slowly, but in places under the sky, as long as they walk, no matter how long the distance is, there will always be an end. Can you see the majestic city without looking up?

Wu Di City, originally not called Wu Di City, but Linguan City, was a royal vassal city in Dongyue during the Spring and Autumn Period. sea. Later, Wang Xianzhi, who started as an unknown junior, fought again on the rivers and lakes. He was regarded as a son-in-law by the East Yue royal family. He wanted to use Wang Xianzhi's invincible force to rebel and usurp the country. After the siege, as a royal nobleman, he committed suicide in front of 60,000 Jiashi at the head of the city. The Dongyue Emperor still did not want to let it go. Of course, he did not mean to punish the Nine Clan. Are you on your own? But it was inevitable to slaughter the city. At that time, Wang Xianzhi returned from a battle with the contemporary sword **** Li Chungang, and he did not talk nonsense with the emperor. He directly killed from outside the city to the city, sent the city lord’s body back to the city, and then killed it from the city to the city. In addition, he killed three times back and forth. For the last time, he was only thirty steps away from the King’s account of the Dongyue emperor, and killed the Dongyue Jianchi elite who has been the Dongyue Imperial Guard for generations. Wang Xianzhi was alone. The force forced the emperor to make a pledge under the city, and this became the city of Emperor Wu that was independent in the East in the Spring and Autumn Period. In the end, the Liyang dynasty ruled the country and made an unprecedented achievement. The old emperor personally rushed to Wudi City to have a private conversation with Wang Xianzhi. One is the emperor who is the co-lord of the world, and the other is a husband who is known to kill land immortals. The world only knows these two. The interlocutors talked very happily, neither the emperor nor the man was angry. After that, even if the Wudi City privately killed Zhao Gou who was the head of the rivers and lakes, the court just opened one eye and closed one eye. Nowadays, Wang Xianzhi rarely fights with others, the world has no extravagant hope that someone can defeat this arrogant martial artist who was born five hundred years earlier and can discuss life and death with Lu Zu, the new sword **** Deng Tai'a, Tsing Yi Cao Changqing, these legendary figures, in the Emperor Wu Cheng, it was just an undefeated battle, and everyone had already regarded him as a **** of heaven, and ordinary masters were not worthy to see Wang Xianzhi, let alone Wang Laoguai with his hands against the enemy. Then, Wang Xianzhi, who used human power to prove the way of heaven, really wanted to kill, was a land immortal. As long as he had never ascended, he would hang in front of Wang Xianzhi.

　　The old man walked to the towering city gate, and the rivers and lakes who entered the city together are all of great demeanor, not the curvy hair, iron arms and tendons, I feel that a sneeze can blow people away~IndoMTL.com~ It's outstanding, and he wears a weapon of God's weapon, as if a fart can make the whole arena say that it is fragrant. The old man and the bad horse, each hungry and hungry, are really shabby. The key is that the old man deliberately slowed down before entering the city, letting a young woman in a big-sleeved costume walk ahead, staring at her two swaying buttocks swaying gracefully, while taking out a handful Ivory comb, combing her gray hair that is messy like a thatched nest, and the elegantly dressed and expensive beauty, since she dared to come to Wudi City alone, she is definitely not the ordinary lady who only knows how to play, calligraphy, calligraphy, and calligraphy. She noticed the look behind her. She turned her head and stared, seeing that she was a horrible old man who was holding a horse that was worse than a mule, so she stopped caring and snorted and went straight into town.

　　The old man said to himself: "If my son and Wen Hua saw this little lady, the son should cheat Wen Hua's money again?"

　　 Entering the city, the old man walked along the main city road until he could see the wall of the city in the city. Then he sat down at the roadside wine stand and poured the coins in the purse on the table. He grinned and said: "Little Er, come to the pot and get some good rice wine, and cook it for me."

　　 Xiaoer is a native of Wudi City. He has never looked down upon that foreign martial artist, let alone such an old guy. He rolls his eyes and said, "This little copper, I can barely change a sip of rice wine."

　　Old Huang Hanhan smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, just take one bite. If you appreciate a bowl with a smaller mouth, it will be treated as a bowl of wine."

After 　　, I ignored the look in the shop's second child, looked up at the city, and whispered: "My son, the wind is tight, but Lao Huang won't talk about it this time."