The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 23: Little Puppy Clay Figure
The fairy is showing the way and cutting the river?
Canglan River, that is the largest river in Beiliang.
Xu Fengnian sprayed a sip of tea on the face of the old Taoist **** on the opposite side, and the old Taoist priest who taught Wudang for 30 years just wiped it off, turning his head and staring at the mouthful little junior. Xu Fengnian quickly confessed a few guilt, but Wang Chonglou had a good temper. He didn't care and continued to drink tea. Xu Fengnian quietly looked at the first person in Wudang, his forehead flushed like a vertical eyebrow. Although it is Hefa, his appearance is not very old.
Xu Fengnian suddenly remembered that when he was a teenager, he had read a Taoist side book of "Three Thousand Meteorology" in the Tingchao Pavilion. He mentioned that Wudang has a kind of mysterious internal power, which is too high in the jade liquid to refine the shape, and first becomes the pill infant. Swim the five internal organs, then penetrate the limbs, red blood can turn white milk, looks like a teenager, cold and heat does not invade, it is said that the beginning of the longevity.
Xu Fengnian has never been serious about this kind of written records of snow mud occasionally leaving claws, but when he heard those **** with his own ears, and then saw the faintly exposed majestic atmosphere of Wang Chonglou, he had to believe it.
The old Taoist priest left after drinking the tea. Xu Fengnian saw Hong Xixiang still squatting in a daze, frowning and saying: "Riding a bull, are you still going?"
Hong Xixiang screamed, walked slowly back to Xiaolianhua Peak, and passed the Six Temples and Six Views. Numerous Taoist priests of all sizes respectfully called Master Uncle Grand Master Uncle Grand Master. He responded, and some familiar juniors would stop there. Let’s talk a few words.
Slowly walked to Dengxian Cliff, and found that Master Master was standing under the turtle stele, Hong Xixiang speeded up his pace and shouted Brother Dawang.
Their generation on the mountain is already the tallest, unlike the long-hued mountain leader who has a retreat who is too old to care about things. Wudang also has a brother named Wang who crowns Wudang with a sword. He is habitually called the brother Xiaowang by Hong Xixiang. He has been silent and enlightened on the Great Lotus Peak for 16 years.
Wang Chonglou, who was almost a head taller than Hong Xixiang, turned around and saw the gloomy younger brother, jokingly: "The banned book in private possession was taken away by your brother Chen again?"
Hong Xixiang shook his head, and stopped talking. Wang Chonglou patted the younger brother on the shoulder, and walked away under the moonlight.
Xu Fengnian practiced the hob technique. There is no routine. The most important thing is the angle and trend of the first knife. After that, dozens of strokes and hundreds of strokes follow the trend of the knife. How to make the knife and how to make the fastest Knife, strive to be done in one go, leaving no gaps.
Use the least effort to use the quickest knife. This is not Lao Kui’s private pocket professor. It is a simple knife method developed by Xu Fengnian himself. It is a hob, which is very appropriate. Comparing what Wang Zhangjiao said about standing sword and walking sword seems to be slightly different.
Go back to the hut and lie down, it's a hard board bed, as stiff as this Wudang Mountain. Xu Fengnian has no complaints about this, thanks to the fact that he is used to sleeping out in the wilderness with Lao Huang.
In addition to an oil lamp on the table, there are two stacks of yellowed books, two sword books, one "Excerpting Yuan Jue", and at the bottom is the "Lv Shui Ting Jiazi Practice Sword Record". Xu Fengnian does not have pajamas, so he simply Stay up late to memorize these books by rote.
The formulas of Wudang Xinfa are widely circulated in the arena. Most of them are fake works. They are still very popular under the name of Yuzhu's internal power. However, there are indeed some genuine subordinate Yuzhu Xinfa that are well known by people in the world. Wudang The mountain side never deliberately strangled and blocked, because Yuzhu's heart technique was clever and true, but it was only a yin fish of that yin and yang fish, and it needed the unique body-building techniques of Wudang Taoist priests to complement each other day after day.
Xu Fengnian has no interest in the sword spectrum, nor does "Excerpting the Yuan Jue" feel beneficial. He only loves "Jia Zi Xi Jian Lu". This sixty years of sword practice is the work of an ancestor of Wudang. It's just that the words are obscure and it's not easy to get started.
Xu Fengnian glanced out of the bright window, put down the "Jiazi Xijianlu", and walked towards the White Elephant Pool with the embroidered winter knife. Xu Fengnian walked along the edge of the White Elephant Pool, and walked into the waterfall along a bluestone road. It turned out that the hanging fairy peak of the ivory waterfall was hollowed out by the ancestors of Wudang. It is said that a real person was there. The rainbow soared, leaving an ancient sword in the pool.
Xu Fengnian stands still, only two arms away from this Bailian Waterfall. The shirt is getting wet.
Xu Fengnian tried his best to make a cross cut.
The old Taoist cut off the river with two fingers, so what about our full strength?
Xu Fengnian had a biting pain. Xiudongdao just touched the waterfall that was flying down three thousand feet, and then let go, drew an embarrassing arc in the air, and fell to the ground. Xu Fengnian raised his hand to see. A big blood gap has been cracked.
Xu Fengnian grinned, and went to pick up the winter embroidery knife that was destined to bury his reputation for a long time. Breathing out a long breath, and then cutting out a knife, the result is still the end of Xiudong's hand. Xu Fengnian took a breath of air, tore off a piece of fabric on his body, wrapped it in his hand, sitting on the ground and picked up the Xiudong knife. A gap was smoothly split horizontally, just not letting go.
Changed his left hand and took another knife, which was even worse, and even the man fell out with the knife.
The young Master Uncle didn't know when he came to the cave, and he was surprised: "You are exactly the same as Senior Brother Chen practicing sword."
Xu Fengnian happily said: "Masters are like this."
Hong Xixiang said softly: "It's just that Brother Chen can cut a few inches wide with a single sword when he is your age."
Xu Fengnian said in a bad mood: "You help me bring a message to the palace, there is a retreat white fox face, let him choose 40 or 50 martial arts secrets, and find someone to bring it to the mountain."
Hong Xixiang curiously asked: "What is this?"
Xu Fengnian bowed his head and fastened the cloth strip of the left hand wound with his mouth, ignoring Hong Xixiang.
The young master uncle went out obediently to run errands for His Royal Highness. There is a Ziyang Taoist temple about a mile away. He is going to ask the juniors for help. Of course, the uncle will not go down the mountain.
A few days later, a slender woman carried a heavy bag and struggled to climb the mountain.
What is the heaviest thing under the sky? Love? Loyalty? Farting is the heaviest book.
Jiang Ni was sitting on the first step of the mountainside, his waist almost broken, and the nearby Taoist priests who stared at her all the way and could roll down the mountain at any time, were finally relieved.
This extremely beautiful young woman was escorted to the foot of the mountain by the Beiliang Iron Horse, and then walked up the steps alone. At first, the Wudang Taoist priest wanted to help, but she didn't get any response. She just had a pretty face with coldness, and the Taoist priests had to be cautious. Follow behind, for fear that she will suffer along with others and bags. The woman who came out of Beiliang Palace couldn't afford to provoke.
Jiang Ni raised his head and glanced at the endless mountain peaks, muttering words, the Taoists could not hear them, they were all harsh words cursing Xu Fengnian for not being able to die, but compared to her daily behavior of smashing grass people, it was already considered gentle .
Now if the **** son dares to stand in front of her, she is very sure that she will pull out the magic rune and die with him.
Jiang Ni rubbed his flushed shoulders, gritted his teeth, and once again carried a heavy bag. In the world of colored glaze, this is a pitiful picture of long blooms standing alone.
The idol Hong Xixiang was wandering on the mountain. He happened to see this scene and ran to help, but before he could speak, Jiang Ni said that a good dog does not stand in the way, his tone is weak, but his brows are angry with Bodhisattva, where She looks like the most inferior servant girl in the palace.
Hong Xixiang smiled and said, I will lead the girl.
Jiang Ni was stunned when he saw the hut.
This is the sleeping quarters of His Royal Highness that Kills Thousand Blades? He can't jump and scold his mother, kick all the thousands of Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain down to the mountain?
She sat down on the ground, panting, feeling really dying.
Hong Xixiang was about to remind him, but Jiang Ni glared at him and had to swallow all the words back into his stomach.
The young master uncle thought that the women brought out by the son of this generation were different, or was it as straightforward as the master said, is it because the women under the mountain are all tigresses?
Although he was kindly regarded as the liver and lungs of a donkey, Hong Xixiang was able to take the opportunity to carry his suitcase and move into the hut. This time Jiang Ni did not reprimand him, and he was really out of energy. She can't wait to fall asleep sitting down~IndoMTL.com~ As for the pain in her shoulders and back, she has become numb, so just don't touch it.
Which pot does not open and lift which pot, the back of the **** mud was hit by a hard object a few times, and the action was not big, but for the current **** mud, it is no different from pouring heavy oil on a small fire. Spread thick frost on the light snow and eat it. The pain was so patience that Jiang Ni turned around crying, and looked up to see that nasty, hateful, and killable face. I didn’t know where some strength was born, so he opened his mouth and bit down, and bit on the calf of His Royal Highness who was carrying the sword barefoot. .
Xu Fengnian took the scabbard and patted it on Jiang Ni’s cheek. He unceremoniously slapped the subjugated princess into the air. The force was just right, not light or heavy, and not enough to hurt people. Xu Fengnian frowned and said, "You are Dog?"
Shame and anger are better than pain, Jiang Nai couldn't move, so he grabbed the dirt on the ground and threw it on Xu Fengnian.
Xu Fengnian didn't feel annoyed, just took Xiudong and patted the mud one by one, and Jiang Ni instantly became a little clay figure.
"Xu Fengnian, you must die!"
"Come on, Jiang Ni puppy, bite me to death."
"You are not human!"
"Ah, Jiang Ni, now you look at the real water spirit, you are very cute. If you have the ability to throw the magic rune, then you are ruthless."
"I will stab you to death one day!"
"Just now, I'm determined not to fight back. Why are you sitting on the ground? Ginger mud puppy, you can't be too much to ask me to stick my neck to the rune and wipe my neck? This way of death , Too domineering."
One sits on the ground, one stands, one cries and the other smiles.
Who can imagine that these two young men and women of similar age are the eldest princesses of the country and the eldest son of the King of Northern Liang?
Seeing this scene, the young master uncle who only felt more difficult to understand than the heavenly book said helplessly: "I'd better go riding a bull." My QT room is opened! The official QT room number [1655] of the princes of the beacon play, click to enter