The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 199: The fairy rides a crane down the south of the Yangtze River

Qi Xianxia's unsmiling dragon and tiger Taoist ended up in Wudang Mountain. After staying for a long time, he was also badly harmed by Hong Xixiang. It was not the Lazhuang Ding who went to repair the palace, or chopped firewood. During the construction of bamboo buildings with charcoal, it was inevitable to bump into several generations of Taoists in Wudang during the period. At first, the Taoists of Wudang junior generation didn't have a good face. Later, I saw this dragon and tiger mountain come, although he owed him a straight face all the time. Tens of thousands of money, but the heart is not bad. In addition, the young master uncle and head teacher treats this person with courtesy. Moreover, the Taoists heard that this guy's swordsmanship is not as good as the sixth master uncle, and he is bolder. Yes, I muster up the courage to ask him about flying sword techniques. The surnamed Qi is also proud, and he has little opinion, and he will answer any questions. Later, a large group of Taoists who admire the style of the sword fairy and the situation of the world followed. The back of the **** is chirping, and the noise is constant. The lonely bamboo house where Qi Xianxia lives is also a lot of lively. Unlike the countless Taoist Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Wudang Mountain is not very particular. Qi Xianxia thought it would be very uncomfortable. Unexpectedly, those stubborn and innocent Taoists were a few seniors who rode bulls, Chen You, Song Zhiming, Yu Xingrui and others, all of whom had friendly contacts.

Qi Xianxia unknowingly lost a bit of his original intention to win the battle with bull riding, calmly and quietly practiced swordsmanship in Wudang Mountain.

In the interval, I occasionally go to the Taixu Palace on the top of the main peak to appreciate the saying goes out, say and fall, and look out. Seventy-two peaks and ridges on all sides, such as lotus petals, dominate the main peak. After finishing, withdraw his sight, Qi Xianxia can't help but look at the real sword, which is actually the relic of Lu Zu, hung under the eaves of Da Geng's corner. Qi Xianxia has respected Lu Zu, who was not born in five hundred years, since he was a child, otherwise he would not be single-minded. Practicing swordsmanship, pursuing the ultimate swordsmanship that the flying sword takes thousands of miles away. The sword in the Taoist gate is divided into two types of swordsmanship. Since ancient times, it has been a respectable sword and a light sword. Eliminating evils and slashing injustices, the former has soared for profit without harm in cultivating the Tao, while the latter is inevitably contaminated with cause and effect. Once the Dragon Tiger Mountain celestial master suffered a rare calamity because of this, he almost solved it on the spot. If it were not Longhu Mountain Decisively and decisively, at the cost of damaging several Dragon Pond Qiyun Lotus, the consequences would be disastrous. Qi Xianxia took the sword, and Longhushan was not without objections and regrets.

Today is the birthday of Emperor Zhenwu, the **** of Yujing. There is a constant stream of pilgrims who go up the mountain to burn incense. It is strange to say that since the ox-riding took over as the head teacher, although there is no such a judgment as the head teacher Wang Chonglou. Jiang’s celestial deeds, and this surnamed Hong has never even gone down the mountain, but the incense of Wudang Mountain is getting more and more prosperous. Qi Xianxia often listens to fellow student Bai Yu to explain Qi Luck, know a little bit, and watch the clouds from the main peak. Xia, you need to know that this Wudang stands in the northwest of the mainland, and the world's air transport has always been from west to east, like a rolling river rushing to the sea, but during this period, even Qi Xianxia, ​​a prosperous layman, can still vaguely see a sea of ​​clouds. The surging surging, layer upon layer, gathered outside the Seventy-two Peak, but I don't know when and when it will be thick and thin. Fortunately, Qi Xianxia has always been unwilling to worry about others, whether Xuanwu should be popular, whether dragons and tigers will be prosperous, who is the true Taoist ancestor, who is rewarded by the emperor by the court, is not important to him, Qi Xianxia suddenly jumped in his heart. With eyes wide open, he looked up at the fairy sword that had been out of its sheath for five hundred years.

This ancient sword, which has been silent for half a thousand years since Lu Zu Yu turned into a fairy, trembles like a dragon.

The sea of ​​clouds on the seventy-two peaks boils, and in the end it is like seventy-two white dragons swimming towards the main peak.

Hundreds of yellow cranes hovered.

The mighty pilgrims who swarmed into the mountain because of the birth of Emperor Zhenwu looked up almost at the same time and went to see this vision. I don’t know who shouted the appearance of Emperor Zhenwu. Tens of thousands of feared pilgrims knelt down to the ground, ordinary people in the world. , You tell them that the saint’s classics, the mysterious morals, and the arduous Dharma, are often of little benefit and not much use. They often like to see things that are simple and obvious before they are afraid, just like Shengdou Xiaomin saw the knives, guns and sticks in the hands of those rogues. Or the splendid repair service of the master official and the eight-carriage sedan chair. Therefore, Buddhism has eighteen hells, which scares people to tremble, and Taomen has all kinds of real people and immortals to save the world and the people. These things, scholars and masters often disdain to talk, but they are the most shocking to the people in the streets and lanes. . The Lord of the North Dipper died, and Emperor Zhenwu was in Wudang. When he ordered the north, in its heyday, countless pilgrims from the south would come to Wudang to burn incense and pray for blessings. Now Wudang’s popularity is declining, but most people in the north still have a lot of faith and trust, especially as the sky is full of clouds. , Huang He Qiming, who disrespects God and is obviously holy?

Chen Yao, who was looking for a classic in the Jinglou, ran to the window and pushed open the window tremblingly, tears running and trembling lips said: "Brother Wang, the younger brother is done!"

Song Zhiming, who made alchemy in the mountains, did not care about the elixir that mortals regarded as a fairy, so he knelt down with a thump, kowtow and said: "Song Zhiming, thirty-six disciple of Wudang, welcome the ancestor!"

Yu Xingrui, who found a skeletal disciple in the East China Sea, was sitting on the podium and was teaching the inner strength of the disciple. He laughed with his palms, laughed with tears, and said with great excitement: "Li Yufu, you palm Uncle teacher is finally going down the mountain!"

The seventy-two peaks face the big top, and the twenty-four streams flow long. Among them, the longest waterfall that flows straight down is like a divine help. The low end is lifted and straightened, leading to the adjacent little lotus peak where only one young Taoist practiced the heavens. The waterfall is like a white line that runs across the sky. Tens of thousands of pilgrims see it. This scene, as if being in a fairyland, is even more silent, a huge Wudang Mountain, almost audible. Who is going to make a bridge across the water? Qi Xianxia saw the ancient sword with its sheath flying out of the Taixu Palace, followed it, and ran towards the Xiaolianhua Peak along the water bridge over the two peaks, and saw the bull riding stunned leaning on the tortoise and camel monument, muttering to himself : "Today, the signing is resolved, and it is better to go down to the south of the Yangtze River."

The ancient fairy sword whirled around the young master teacher, like an old friend reunited, joyously jumping for joy.

The excited Qi Xianxia shouted and asked: "Hong Xixiang, who on earth are you?! Why is Lu Zu's saber compatible with you!"

The young master-uncle who rode the bull turned a deaf ear to his ears. He looked startled, pinched his fingers and counted. After a long time, he exhaled and smiled at Qi Xianxia. After slowly getting up, he stretched out his hand and stroked the ancient sword that was stagnant in the air. As clear as water, the scabbard separated, and whispered: "You go to Jiangnan, you go to Longhu. I will be there later."

The scabbard headed towards Longhu Mountain, and the sword body flew towards the south of the Yangtze River.

The ancient sword "down the mountain" first.

Hong Xixiang in a simple Taoist robe patted the dust, mounted a huge yellow crane, and looked towards the south of the Yangtze River.

Good for Jiangnan, the best one is red.

Qi Xianxia looked up at the distance of Huang He, and said in horror: "Lu Zu?!"

Qi Xianxia was so shocked that he saw the yellow crane go and returned. The guy who no longer rode a bull and changed to a crane jumped off and said with an embarrassed smile: "Go and say hello to some seniors. It’s a good way to leave the mountain. By the way, Brother Qi, I’ll trouble you to do it for those Taoists who are doing science recently."

Qi Xianxia, ​​whose surname is rigid, can't help but want to swear, what a fairy!

When I went up the mountain, I never walked out of the new head teacher of the Xuanwu Dangxing Memorial Archway. The young Taoist priest who was scolded as a coward by His Royal Highness finally had the courage to go down the mountain. A natural wonder, the Taoist rides a yellow crane away.

Yellow cranes shuttled among the clouds, passing the Yulong Pass of Xiongcheng in the northwest, with a majestic vigor, and the borders of Guancheng locked in the shadows. The line of defense stretched, overlapping structures and strong barriers. It was one of the throats of the empire in Mobei, with military corps. The soldiers climbed into the city and looked into the distance. I don't know who knocked on the yellow crane for the first time. It seemed that there was another person sitting on the back of the crane? Someone? There really is one! The news spread madly. The soldiers at the border rushed to the commanding heights of the city. Sure enough, they saw a Taoist immortal riding a crane eastward. This northwestern male pass suddenly exploded. When the yellow crane whizzed overhead, everyone was crazy. I looked up madly, afraid to speak, for fear of disturbing the heavenly happiness of heaven and man.

In the prosperous area of ​​the Central Plains, there is a Yellow Crane Tower standing on the banks of the river, with rugged wings and grandeur. There was a poetic fairy who left the famous poem "The people of the past have taken the yellow crane, and the yellow crane tower is left here." According to legend, five hundred years ago, Lu Dongxuan, a native of Guanxi, practiced Taoism for two hundred years and finally proved the position of immortality. I wish to ascend to the heavens and enjoy the wine with poems and swords. I once drove a crane past this building, which attracted the purple spirit to rise to the east. There are more than 300 famous poems and verses from each dynasty written on the wall of the building. Today, there is a grand poem meeting held upstairs. The scholars of the Central Plains were enjoying their wine and poems. They suddenly heard that there was a mysterious yellow crane flying from west to east, and they all came to the veranda to watch. I feel that there is a fairy sitting on it, not losing the style of Lu Zu back then! The literati looked at each other and couldn't believe that there really are land gods in the world?

He went by a crane five hundred years ago, and returned with a crane five hundred years later.

The smoke waves are vast, and the yellow crane flies over the Yellow Crane Tower. An old scholar said blankly: "My generation has witnessed this scene, it will be worthy of this life."

Jiangnan.

Old people, old scenes, used to be well versed.

Autumn breeze rises, autumn leaves fall, life gathers and disappears, autumn crows roost and frighten, lovesickness meets and knows what to say, this scene is embarrassing at this time.

The beautiful peonies of Baoguo Temple are withering one after another. In the Qing autumn season, there are still some centuries-old osmanthus to admire. The Lu family in Huting County has recently overshadowed the other three surnames, just like the old gui in front of a pair of women, alone in the forest. After the Patriarch of the Lu family resigned and resigned from Guozijian Youjijiu, he got a blessing in disguise and entered the Ministry of Ritual, the official residence of the second grade, while the Xiaoyao scattered Tangxi sword fairy Lu Baijie went to the capital after leaving the retreat garden, and immediately served as the minister of war, only one step away from the cabinet minister. At a distance, the two brothers echoed each other, and the Lu family of Jiangnan moved the ruling and the opposition overnight, and had to re-examine the family of the Northern Liang King. The family's momentum has risen, but the infamous Jiangnan Dao's most beautiful widow was completely left in the cold. The scholar Liu Liting was dragged to death by horses. Who else in Huting County would dare to approach her? Hearing that the widow was caught in the wind and cold, her body that was originally not weak was lost. It is said that she has lost much weight. Men in Jiangnan Province have complicated minds, and the women are the same haters and enemies. The Bodhisattvas wished that this fox would die sooner, and the noble women who are usually close to each other would have to slander a few words in private to be comfortable. Now the Lu family’s power has moved to the capital court, especially the Tangxi sword immortal. After Shi left Jiangnan Road, it was inevitable that the Lu family in Huting County could not take advantage of trivial matters. The rumors that had been suppressed had intensified, and the criticism and abuse against the defeated widow resurrected.

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In front of the old laurel tree where Guizi fell on the ground, the maid Er Qiao said angrily: "Miss, those shrews don't remember to fight, and they are starting to arrange the lady's not! I really want to slap them with a few big mouths! "

Compared with the past, she is indeed a much thinner woman. She reached out and touched the tip of her handmaid’s nose, charmingly smiled and said: "Others, you are not a little shrew yourself."

The beautiful young maid smiled and said: "I heard that the young lady used to wear red dresses and red dresses the most. Why has Er Qiao never seen it before?"

The woman was in a trance, and said softly: "You are still young, and you don't understand it."

Er Qiao muttered: "It's not too small."

The woman bent down and picked up a handful of golden osmanthus seeds, full of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, looked up at the laurel branches and leaves, silently.

The maid cares: "Miss, it's cold, shall we go back?"

The woman whose face was pale and no longer rosy shook her head and said, "I'll wait."

The little maid said timidly: "Miss, I said you shouldn't be angry."

The woman smiled and said: "Let's talk and listen."

The maid lowered her head and said: "His Royal Highness chatted with Er Qiao once, saying that there is a coward on Wudang Mountain, and he still secretly likes the young lady these years."

The woman looked at the sky, let go of her five fingers, Guizi dropped one by one, and sighed: "That's my brother who lied to you."

Er Qiao asked cautiously: "In fact, Miss is waiting in her heart, right?"

The woman turned her head and flicked the maid’s smooth forehead, and said: "You shameless little girl."

Er Qiao flushed his face, puffed his cheeks and sulked.

"Are you Xu Zhihu?"

A gloomy voice came into the ear.

Er Qiao raised his head in anger, followed the voice and looked up, and saw a young man squatting on the wall of Baoguo Temple, carrying a long knife.

Xu Zhihu stretched out his hand to embrace the maid who didn't know the sinister world, and asked calmly: "What's the matter with me?"

The swordsman grinned and said: "When Yuan Tingshan does not change his name, he does not change his surname. I have some grievances with the younger brother of your Royal Highness. Besides, I will take advantage of others to do things for others. If not, Yuan Mou will not run there. This Jiangnan Road is sorry to be a widow of you."

Xu Zhihu lowered his face and didn't panic.

Yuan Tingshan, who rushed all the way from Huishan to Jiangnan Road, laughed and said: "The guards of the Lu Mansion outside all killed me, and the bald donkeys in Baoguo Temple were not acquainted with them. Now, on Jiangnan Road, Tangxi Jianxian can fight Yuan Mou, but when you go to the capital, Xu Zhihu, let alone you are in Baoguo Temple, even in Lu Mansion, Yuan Mou can kill you all the way from the gate. !"

Xu Zhihu sneered and said: "If you want to kill, kill, what are you nagging like a girl?"

Yuan Tingshan was not angry at all, staring at the stunner widow very curiously, and said: "In the past, Yuan Mou murdered people, and it was true that you did not talk nonsense with those who were about to die, but you were different, with interesting backgrounds. Xiaoyu died, which is really a pity."

Xu Zhihu asked: "What do you say?"

Yuan Tingshan tilted his head, stretched out a **** arm, and smiled: "You are not afraid of death? If you rely on the name of Beiliang's family to protect you secretly, then Yuan might as well tell you , That brother is also dead. It's probably because he hasn't done a big business for some years, and he's a little strange, otherwise Yuan may be able to enter Baoguo Temple later. Xu Zhihu, are you afraid of death now?"

Xu Zhihu smiled miserably and asked: "What do you do with the little girl behind you?"

Yuan Tingshan said straightforwardly: "Naturally, it's a one-shot thing. Yuan does not have the habit of pitying and cherishing jade."

Xu Zhihu turned his head to look, and the maid Er Qiao smiled innocently: "Miss, Er Qiao is afraid of pain, but not afraid of death."

Xu Zhihu closed his eyes and said, "You can do it."

Yuan Tingshan stood up, stood on the top of the wall, with a grim face, slowly drew his sword.

"Dare you?!"

Words came with the clear whistling of ancient swords.

There is a sword from Wudang Mountain thousands of miles away.

Fell in front of Xu Zhihu.

Yellow Crane arrived at Huting County, Jiangnan, and a young Taoist priest fell like a meteor and instantly came to Baoguo Temple.

Rao is as tenacious as Yuan Tingshan, before jumping off the city wall, he was suddenly stunned, a flying sword hanging in the air strangely, and a young Taoist priest appeared in front of him, but this Taoist acted even more bizarrely. Looking to the southeast, he said angrily: "Zhao Huangchao, believe it or not, Hong Xixiang cut off your Zhao's luck with a sword!"

The ancient sword disappeared instantly.

In front of the gate of Longhu Mountain, a scabbard fell straight from the Nine Heavens Clouds to the earth.

Ancient sword flew again and happened to return to the scabbard.

When the ancient sword was sheathed, the entire Dragon Tiger Mountain shook.

Following no trace of the fairy, there is a voice from the fairy: "Zhao Huangchao, believe it or not, Hong Xixiang cut your luck with Zhao's luck with a sword!"

Longchi Qiyun Lotus, withered nine flowers in an instant!

In the ancestral hall of the Tianshifu, many of the tablets of the Patriarch who have been enshrined for centuries and thousands of years have fallen to the ground.

A middle-aged Taoist in Longhushan was extremely angry and looked at the Demon Slayer: "Hong Xixiang, whether you are the reincarnation of Lu Dongxuan or Qi Xuanjie, if you act against the sky, you are not afraid of the imminent catastrophe?!"

The immortal once again spoke like nine heavenly thunders landing on the Demon Slayer, and it was heard from afar: "The cold and heat of the Tao for seven hundred years, what can the tribulation of the sky do to me?!"

In Baoguo Temple, before the young Taoist priest took action, Yuan Tingshan was already bleeding from his seven orifices.

The safe and sound little maid, Er Qiao, pulled the sleeve of the woman in front of him, and said blankly: "Miss, are you a **** from the sky?"

Xu Zhihu's eyes are red, don't look too far, don't look at the young master uncle who was angry for the first time in his life, like a little woman, said in a **** manner: "What god, the smelly Taoist from Wudang Mountain."

The young Taoist priest who rode a crane down to the south of the Yangtze River murmured that he didn't even bother with the robbery that day, but at this moment he showed the embarrassment that made Er Qiao the maid, a big yellow crane stopped in the courtyard, blowing down countless laurels.

Xu Zhihu, who always turned his head over, asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing in Jiangnan?"

Er Qiao only saw the Taoist priest blushing, and he stopped talking.

She wondered if the face of the Taoist **** is too thin?

Xu Zhihu turned his head slowly and asked: "Who are you anyway?"

The young Taoist priest who has always been expected to carry heaven on his shoulders said in shame: "Hong Xixiang."

Xu Zhihu repeatedly asked: "What are you doing?"

The young Taoist priest boldly said: "At Lianhua Peak that year, you said you wanted to ride a crane."

She turned around ~IndoMTL.com~ with her back to the coward.

The Taoist who preached to cut off the luck of the Zhao Dynasty took a deep breath and smiled: "Xu Zhihu, I like you."

"Believe it or not, I have liked you for seven hundred years."

"So no one in this world likes you longer than I."

"In the next life, I will still like you."

The maid Er Qiao blinked her eyes, and her little head was muddy. She only saw the lady holding her mouth crying, crying, smiling, and laughing, and I don’t understand it. Alas, it seems that the lady said that she was too young to be sensible. Yeah.

The young Taoist priest stretched out his hand and said softly: "Where do you want to go, I will accompany you."

This said, the young master of Wudang rides a crane to the south of the Yangtze River, and rides a crane away from the rivers and lakes with Xu Zhihu.

The fairy rides a crane down the south of the Yangtze River, before entering the rivers and lakes, then out of the rivers and lakes.