The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 281: The iron rider goes to the south of the Yangtze River in the wind and snow (4)

Donghai Wudi City, since the young man surnamed Jiang did not work here to build up his physique, it has completely lost its backbone, and quickly changed from the holy land of the rivers and lakes to the most common city, no more. Wang Xianzhi, the old white-clothed husband who is gazing at the world, without Cao Changqing, who is sitting alone in a high-rise and watching the battle, without Deng Taia, who is riding a donkey and carrying peach branches, without a sword in Sui Xiegu, which is slowly entering the city, and without Yu the groom, Lin Ya and others. , Not to mention the Northern Liang King who carried the bowl to the head of the city, and the Wudi City without Emperor Wu, it was mediocre and boring. [Full text reading] Although no official army has been stationed in Wudi City so far, the people in the city understand that this is a matter of time, so the demon who was wanted by the government and lived here in the early years, and those who sheltered from their enemies and lived here. Takeo, those famous people who did not want to pay attention to the dispute, left this East China Sea city one after another.

A slender figure suddenly appeared at the top of the city where the tide was hitting the tide.

Not far away, the tide rushed like a thousand horses, and suddenly slapped the city head, instantly obscuring the figure.

The next moment, the figure disappeared, maybe it was swept away by the waves.

But when the tide receded, another figure appeared on the top of the city. Unlike the former who came and went in a hurry, the man did not disappear immediately. He saw his plain clothes, plain appearance, stubble face and some damaged boots. .

It's just that in front of the humble middle-aged uncle, a three-foot sword hovered, trembling slightly like mosquitoes and flies.

The dusty man stopped his sword and looked around, his eyes sharp, he was like the sharpest sword in the world.

One hundred li and one flying sword, from the Tai'an city Qintianjian to the snow-capped mountains of Liaodong, from Liaodong to Liaoxi, and from Liaoxi back to the land of Gyeonggi, all the way south, until here.

The man stretched out his hand and rubbed his chin, "Xie Guanying, your ability to run is the best in the world, but if you have the ability, you can run to the South China Sea."

After a stick of incense burned about an inch, the man sneered and said, "I found you!"

The hovering psychic flying sword is like an edict, before the owner, and disappears in a flash.

Not long before this, because after the meal, in front of a bun shop where the business was slowly deserting, a girl in a green robe took a child who was nicknamed "Douglas" and was talking to a shin cream. Bai's poor scholar stared with big eyes, his real name is Gou Youfang, he looked up at the shy pauper in his pocket, and looked down at the last cage of Xiaolongbao that could not be sold for copper, the child’s The line of sight was going back and forth between the two, the grandpa by his side was already clearing the dishes on the table. After all, the old man had lived in Wudi City for most of his life, and he did not pay attention to it. To be honest, in Wudi City, strange things are seen by strangers. It's so much that it's amazing to run into a normal one. The old man had seen too many weird customers, who were unwilling to pay for too much steamed stuffed buns, and also thought that steamed stuffed buns were not sweet. Some people who didn’t have any money in their pockets threw their swords and swords on the table and drove away. Yes, there are also xiaolongbaos that are not worth a few cents, shouting how many delicacies of the mountains and seas they have tasted back then, and pretending to take out a broken secret book from their arms to exchange for a cage of steamed buns, and even claim to be Cao Changqing. There are too many Deng Tai'a who is so unwilling to pay for the bill.

The child asked: "Want to eat Xiaolongbao?"

The poor and clean scribe was expressionless.

The child asked again: "No money?"

The scribe just stared at the child.

Children are not the kind of people who fall into trouble. Although they have had no father or mother since childhood, they have lived with the grandfather, but the tutoring is excellent, so even if the poor scribes clearly want to eat free food, the child still has no bad words. , I just hesitated whether to give him the steamed dumplings. After all, it’s not a big deal to give a steamed dumplings, but I was afraid that the guy would rely on himself and grandpa after eating the steamed buns. Remember the guy named Jiang Fuding. When I used to live in the city and often came here to patronize, I once said a truth about Shengmi's fighting against miracles. Just when the child was about to give away a cage of steamed buns, the poor scribe suddenly spoke, hoarsely asking: "What is your surname?"

The child was a little bit tired of it suddenly, alas, since I beat him to help Grandpa, the diners who have kept saying that they are martial arts wizards, there are not ten and eight, so the child subconsciously has no good air: " This steamed bun can be given to you, but I don’t practice martial arts."

The child suddenly remembered the elderly guy in front of him. He was not like the martial artist who was fighting and killing, but more like a teacher. So the child quickly added, "I don't go to private school either."

The poor foreigner asked blankly, "What is the last name?"

The child took two steps back subconsciously, somewhat in fear and awe from the bottom of his heart.

The middle-aged scribe standing in front of the child frowned. After raising his hand, the child saw that this person was holding a small broken bowl in his hand, breaking off the nail-sized fragments in front of the child, and throwing it away. In the mouth, just chew.

The child was stunned. Is this man mad from hunger and loss?

When the child finally got back to his senses, he suddenly paled with fright. Only near him, Grandpa seemed to have cast a romanization talisman on the fairy, always bend down and wipe the tabletop, not only Grandpa, but the street. The pedestrians on the road were still motionless. Some raised their feet to move forward, but they couldn’t step on that step. There was still half a foot above the ground. Some people felt that the cold spring was really hard, and they wanted to stamp their feet to get rid of the cold, so the whole People are floating in the air, some people are gagging with friends who are walking side by side, turning their heads and a bright smiling face, it is so solid...All this is beyond the limit of the child's imagination, and his hands are shaking, and he did not hold the cage at once. Steamed stuffed buns, but when the small bamboo cage fell to the ground, it was a scene of shaking the sky. In the child's sight, the grandpa, the table, the pedestrians, and the street were all shaking violently, making the child dizzy.

The middle-aged scribe took a few steps forward, bent over to pick up the steamed bun, and stood side by side with the child. Only then did the child see that in the silence of the world, only a sword came slowly.

The man said hoarsely: "My name is Xie Guanying. From now on you will be my only disciple."

The man took out the other half of the broken bowl from his arms, which was relatively complete, and put it into the child's hand, and then suddenly pressed one hand on the child's head, and said calmly: "Hong Xixiang is unwilling to walk the way for the sky and get bored. The person who is better than Xu Fengnian, I want to do it but can't do it."

The man raised his head and looked at the sky, pressing the hand on the top of the child’s head slightly to add gravity, and the mist rose, and the fairy air lingered, and finally condensed and formed about three feet away. It is a picture of the situation of the mountains and rivers, and there is a dragon. Hidden in the mountains and rivers.

There is a **** who raises his head three feet.

The desolate man retracted his gaze and looked at the flying sword that broke free from the shackles of the heavens, and said regretfully: "It turns out that a thousand years of longevity is better than Lu Zu's success. In the end, it is just a joke. It is a last resort to accept you as an apprentice. Just for it. Forget it, the temple literati in this world have their own fixed numbers, and it is the turn of the martial artists to have an ending. I will be the first and Cao Changqing the second. As for who is the last, I hope it is. You. Remember, in the future, when you meet a person named Yu Dilong, don’t be merciful. Just don’t think about it in the future when you have a soaring proving path, and try to put your name back in history as much as possible."

After saying this, the man disappeared.

The ruddy-faced child looked around blankly. Grandpa began to wipe the desktop. Pedestrians on the road continued to move forward, and the world continued to lively.

And the flying sword also disappeared.

The child looked down, only half of the broken white bowl in his hand clearly told himself that what happened just now was not a daydream. The child murmured, "My name is Gou Youfang."

I heard a hello.

The child suddenly looked up and saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged uncle. The latter smiled and asked, "Is there still food in the shop?"

Gou Youfang hurriedly turned around and hid the broken bowl in his arms, "The guest officer, our shop's signature dumplings are gone, and we still have wonton noodles."

The middle-aged uncle who doesn’t look amazing seems to be totally unconcerned with a child and half a broken bowl. He just grinned and said: "Then come to a bowl of wontons, add another plate of spicy oil, how spicy you can come."

The child smiled and socialized and said, "Okay, our chili oil is too much for the guests from Shu, so I'm afraid the guest officer will ask us for cold water."

Uncle suddenly looked embarrassed, "Little Er."

The clever child took the lead in the conversation, "Just keep it in the account!"

Uncle is still a little embarrassed, "It is best to keep accounts, but I am rushing, and I may not be able to return here in a few years. This is troublesome."

The child laughed and said: "It doesn’t matter, our shop has been doing business in the city for 30 years from Grandpa. If the guest officer really wants to forget, then forget it, just a bowl of wontons."

The child was originally not such a poor and generous person, but somehow met a weird person who claimed to be Xie Guanying, and he had become the apprentice of that person.

The uncle glanced at the child, then suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch the child's shoulder and arm a few times, hey, and tut: "The surname Xie does have some luck, is it a return to the light? This can also be missed? If not, even Mrs. Deng, I'm going to punch my eyes too."

The uncle squinted his eyes and said hehe: "Little brother, I think you are unique..."

The corner of the child's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly: "Guest, I really don't practice martial arts, so don't accept me as an apprentice. It's just a bowl of wontons...Grandpa, this guest officer wants a bowl of wontons!" /

The grandpa over there responded and went to work.

The uncle waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, I have an apprentice. That kid has a jealous temper. If he knows, he will inevitably be blinded by him, but I don't have the habit of eating people for nothing. If only a bowl is exchanged for you a cage of steamed buns, then I, Deng Tai'a, will exchange a new sword for you for a bowl of wontons."

After that, the uncle couldn't help but took out a small wooden box. The ordinary white wood floor is not a precious thing at first glance. It is more obvious whether the contents are valuable or not.

The middle-aged man was obviously a little embarrassed. The sword box gifted to that princely son back then was the finest red sandalwood from Wu's Jianzhong, and waited until he wandered around the rivers and lakes, where would he go to make money?

It's just that there is a world of difference in the sword case. The few pocket flying swords hidden in the case are definitely not in price.

Deng Tai A threw the wooden box to the child, "Little brother, your'vigor' is actually enough. If you have time, you can play with the things in the box. The doorway will be figured out soon. ."

The flying sword is so sharp and sharp, and Deng Tai'a moved her little hands and feet a little, and she would open the box, and she would definitely drink blood for the first time to recognize the lord. Ordinary martial artists, without the unique "vigour" that children have, is that the whole body of blood is poured into the sword body and it can't be moved.

Deng Tai'a did not rush to kill Xie Guanying, but sat at the table leisurely and waited for the bowl of wontons.

When he brought the wontons, the child plucked up the courage to ask carefully: "Senior, I just thought about it, I think you are actually the Peach Flower Sword God, right?"

Deng Tai'a was not surprised at all, and nodded: "The surname Xie made such a big movement, presumably you have also seen my flying sword into the city, so you have to ask, right?"

The child scratched his head and said: "Senior Sword God just reported the name by himself."

The speechless Deng Tai'a lowered her head and ate wontons.

I didn’t want to raise my head even more when I was eating. I accidentally poured all the spicy oil into the wontons just now. I was sweating profusely now, and I couldn’t hold it anymore. But it is too embarrassing for Deng Tai'a to use Qi to cover up his embarrassment. If it is bigger, it is not in line with the original heart and the intent of the sword. At a lower level, in fact, Deng Tai'a has never been so good-natured.

Deng Tai A finally managed to deal with the big bowl of wontons. This was relieved, and raised her head seriously and said: "Little brother, if you pick up the sword and practice the sword in the future, you must remember to go down the road. Stay a bit, the sword is not a sword, even if it has already withdrawn from the battlefield and gave way to the sword, and even in the temple, officials began to like the saber as a decoration, but regardless of the changes in the world, the sword is still a sword. Sword against the enemy, in addition to killing and wounding, there is another for introspection..."

Speaking of this, Deng Tai'a's expression changed slightly, "Don't tell me, I have to be busy, I will see you in the future. Also, those elders' grievances, you younger generations don't need to take it seriously. Live whatever you should live. No matter how other warriors live, those of us who use swords must not be too hostile, otherwise you will not be regarded as a true immortal if you are allowed to cultivate to the power of God."

Deng Tai'a stood up and turned around, exhaling quickly, this spicy oil is really amazing.

The reason why the Peach Flower Sword God didn’t continue nagging, spicy oil is one thing, and that he really didn’t know how to reason with people~IndoMTL.com~ Deng Taia stretched out his hand and appeared in the southern sky. He took out a flying sword, and the next moment he stood on top of the flying sword, one person and one sword were fleeting.

In the entire Wudi City, only the child named Gou Youfang noticed this scene.

A hundred years ago, there were Li Chungang, Wang Xianzhi, Xu Fengnian, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng.

Like the battle of Spring and Autumn, the heroes come together.

In the next hundred years, there will only be two people.

It is also like the new dynasty, where the two countries confronted each other on the grasslands of the Central Plains.

After the two were regarded as the best people in the world after being famous, they had a ten-year appointment in the next one. They played six games, and the wins and losses were even.

And every time someone wins a game, they will be brought back to the game by another person in the next game.

Yudilong is not really invincible, there is still a way out in the world!

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