The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 20: The fire is under the clouds
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He Xinliang, Chapter 20, Burning Clouds under the Fire [Update Time]:2013-09-0123:39:22[Words]:2560
The clouds over the capital were drooping, a large cloud of splendid fire.
A woman in purple clothes was dragging the snow, and she finally made a crooked snowman. Xu Fengnian lay on a wicker chair and asked with a smile: "How many sets of purple clothes did you bring? I listened to the old man in Chaoge Pavilion talking about the rivers and lakes. Legend, I am always curious about how those swordsmen in white clothes take care of their outfits. The last time I went to Beimang at Saomaguan, I saw one. I’m wondering right now that you Xuanyuan Qingfeng will walk in the martial arts. I'm determined to wear only purple clothes? But speaking of it, there are many colors in the world, but there are only a few pure colors. Tsing Yi has Cao Changqing, and white clothes have Chen Zhibao. It's your turn to be a junior, and there are not many to choose."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng seemed to be very satisfied with the little snowman, smiled, stood up and clapped his hands, constricted to smile, "You don’t want to think about why the old man named Sword Sui came to dismount the Mawei post, yes Isn’t it uneasy? Take 10,000 steps and say that Huang Sanjia is known as the official kung fu better than Cao Changqing. Except for Wen Hua’s folding sword, the wound is still above the sword. Huang Longshi really has no other ghost tricks? People are killed in the capital. Whether it is the Spring and Autumn Adherents who hate the Northern Liang King or the lurking forces in the Northern Mang, I believe they will applaud, and it is more than a bluff? Why do you care, these days you will only stay in this post, don't you feel suffocated and panicked?"
Xu Fengnian glanced at the pitiful snowman, sat up and smiled and asked, "Then go for a walk? Xu Xiao said about some wonderful snacks, I also want to taste it, but I don’t think I will look down on it. In the upper eye, it’s too dirty to sit in a seat."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng wanted to subconsciously refute in order to refute, but he swallowed the words that came to his mouth, and laughed softly: "You and I are not the same."
Xu Fengnian nodded and said, "Yes, you and the restaurant inn on the street outside Xia Mawei, the vast number of scholars in Beijing are all the same."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was too lazy to bother, but just remembered something. Two days ago, this guy was suddenly interested, and he wanted to go out to buy a kind of rice wine that was not easy to see. It was still snowing, and the courtyards and pavilions on both sides of the street had already fed the capital. Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Xu Fengnian traveled together with the support of the three religions and nine currents. Except Liu Wenbao continued to tremble under the dragon claw locust tree, and a little bit farther away from Xia Ma Wei, there was something worse than Liu Wenbao, who was warmed by the shabby fur. A pair of old and young beggars, Xuanyuan Qingfeng saw Xu Fengnian walking towards them at the time. He thought it was a hypocritical manner of rewarding silver, but never thought that he just kicked the old beggar. It seemed that he disliked the old guy and the evil dog in the way. Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn’t think deeply at the time, but after the two of them walked a distance, they saw many people running out of the building, not only dropping a lot of money, but also sending fox fur to the fox fur. The messenger who delivered the meal, the broken bowl that was empty before, was immediately filled with white flowers and silver, and there were several silver slips. Later, the two returned from buying wine and heard from Tong Ziliang at Mawei Post House. The grandson, who has been begging for many years on this street, has already taken a gentry to the gorgeous mansion on the high walls of Zhumen, and rewarded the old beggar with a carefree errand, and the tyrant won nearly half that day. Xuanyuan Qingfeng laughed dumbfounded after hearing the praise of the capital city, and when he looked at Xu Fengnian, who had just kicked it slightly back then, he understood a little bit. Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked on a clean snow-sweeping road, and the streets were full of beggars swarming from other places. Among them, most of them were young and idlers. He watched the son of Beiliang and hated himself for not daring to stop him. On the way, he was kicked or slapped in the face.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng remembered when he watched his father's winemaking when he was young, he once said: "The Hou’s family has a light and poor family month, and the Lantern Festival is the same. It has always been considered to be very popular in the world. The Hou family’s lights are bright but bright. Suddenly, the poor family has a full moon for thousands of years. Only then can I see the true world."
Xu Fengnian heard Xuanyuan Qingfeng mutter to himself, and asked: "What are you talking about?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng said calmly: "I have mercy on you."
Xu Feng smiled lightly and said: "I need you to be pitiful?"
went straight to the corner of the street at Xia Mawei. On the opposite road from Xu Fengnian Xuanyuan Qingfeng and his group, there was a carriage parked with a corner of the curtain raised, and the woman’s face was exquisitely graceful, and the four-character weight was obviously compared to the so-called Shen Yu Luo Yan. Allure is still heavy.
On the comment of Rouge, she does not lose to Nangong.
In addition to this beauty, there is also a pair of mother and daughter whose appearance is far inferior to her. The daughter has freckles on the tip of her nose and does not hide her hostility. The woman has a calm and maternal manner.
The plain-looking woman whispered: "It turns out that I really have a white head."
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There was a heavy snowfall in the land of Gyeonggi, and the year of Ruixue was a prosperous year. The people inside and outside the capital were full of joy when they entered and exited the city. With the joy of the Chinese New Year, the city of Tai'an is full of rivers, and the guards of the guards of the city gate saw many strange characters, but today a pair of men and women still let the guards of the city gate look at it a few more times. The girl does not look good. How to overwhelm the country and the city, the beauty of the capital is chaotic, she is at best a middle-aged person, it is difficult to remember, but the young monk around the girl is unusual, the robes are dyed in red and green, and there are not many in the capital. Seeing, there is a saying that you must have great merit to put on the body. The little monk has red lips and white teeth, which attracts a lot of attention along the way. Today, when the court destroys the Buddha, the monk is no different from the rats crossing the street. The manner of the little monk is calm.
He approached the gate of the city and handed over two household bills to the city guard that were different from the common people. The girl behind him crept and pinched a soft snowball that was not too strong, jumped up and slammed it on his head, many of them splashed. Shot into the collar of the cassock, the little monk was shocked by the cold, turned his head and looked miserable, and the girl made a grimace. After taking the residence certificate, the guard looked at the little monk vigorously. He didn't dare to make any mistakes. He hurriedly reported it to the city gate lieutenant. After verification, the gift was sent to the city. Obediently, this little monk is a serious monk in the two Zen monasteries, and he is so young, who knows if he will be the Buddha in the future? Burning incense and worshiping the Bodhisattva is sincere and spiritual. These city guards are respectful and **** carefully, thinking of getting more Buddha's energy in their hearts, so that they can be taken back to protect their families. Extinguishing the Buddha is all the care of the court officials. They can't afford the Bodhisattvas.
The little monk saw that the girl was going to the roadside to pinch a snowball again, and asked with a bitter expression: "Something, you hit me when it snows, this snow has stopped, haven’t you hit enough?"
"I won't hit you if I have enough, I need you to ask? Are you stupid, stupid?"
The little monk hugged her head and made her smash it.
"No block!"
finished, she went to squeeze snowballs again, this time freeing two in one breath.
Stupid Nanbei boldly said: "I'm just such a robes. If I get dirty and cleaned, I won't be able to put it on for several days. It has delayed my going to the palace to give lectures. I'm really angry." /
"I make you angry."
"Make you angry!"
slapped twice, and the bald head of the south and north, who didn't dare to cover it with his hand, got another snowball twice.
Stupid Nanbei rubbed her bald head and saw her bulging cheeks, and thought carefully, "Not angry~IndoMTL.com~ The girl looked at him seriously, as if she was really not angry, but it made her a little bit angry. Depressed, he ran to pinch the snowball again, smiled and jumped up, another shot.
Stupid Nanbei saw that she had a smiling face for the first time since the old abbot passed away, so she shouldn’t be angry anymore.
Li Shishi wiped his hands with his sleeves. These days, he has been playing crazy all the way and is dealing with the snow. His hands are red and swollen with cold. Looking at the endless Yudao, he sighed and asked: "You said we How to find Xu Fengnian? I heard that there are a million people in the capital."
Stupid Nan Bei smiled brightly and said: "I have entered the palace, let me ask for you."
"Can you do it?"
"OK!"
"If you can't find it, believe it or not, I will let you snowball from the gate behind us until you reach the gate at the other end?"
"I promised to agree, but I don't know how to martial arts, so I can't roll such a big snowball."
"You are so stupid, can you be the host of our temple?"
"Oh, I'm worried too."
"Huh? Look, Rouge Shop!"
"Sorrow."
"Stupid Nanbei! Turn your head around and say, what are you worried about?"
"……"
"I make you worry! Stand still and don't move, shoot you to death!"
"Plums, plums, look quickly, the rouge shop is about to close."
"Ah, hurry up!"