The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 34: Small songs of troubled times

　　Going alone to Beimang Chapter 34: The Little Songs of the Troubled Times

　　

　　 There was a slender female warrior who was escorting him. After Xu Fengnian paid the deposit, she finally reached the second floor in surprise. The female owner of the inn, who gave people an unusually stable look, personally took the basin of water and placed it in After putting on the shelf, Xu Fengnian left with a smile, and Xu Fengnian washed his face. Since he dared to claim to take root, ordinary washing does not hinder him. A pot of well water was already muddy and refreshed. Xu Fengnian opened the window and turned his head to see. The bowl of tea set on the table turned out to be expensive Jiangnan craftsmanship, with three colors of yellow, purple and green, and the color state is extremely beautiful. No wonder the inn dared to ask for a deposit of fifty-two taels. This duck head green inn is bustling with business. It shouldn’t be a black shop that uses human flesh to make steamed stuffed buns. Seeing the female boss’s chatter with the gangsters during the boarding period, there are obviously many repeat customers, which makes Xu Fengnian relieved and not disgusted. Killing, but if you haven't covered your face, it's just for the money to die and live, and it's really boring, and finally wandering the rivers and lakes, who wants to drown in the rivers and lakes.

　　

　　 There were six dining tables in the yard, and there were more than 20 people sitting. Most of them were bare breasts, with full chest hair. When drinking and eating meat, their breast muscles trembled and trembled more spectacularly than women’s breasts. To maintain an astonishing appetite, crude and inferior swords and axes are placed on the table at will. There are few good products. The North Mang copper and iron are scarce, and the North Liang is tightly controlled. The hoes must be meticulously registered when crossing the border. The ranger of the Liyang Dynasty The heroes go out to practice, and most of the weapons are high-quality weapons. The horses may be much worse than Beimang. After all, Beimang’s horse farms and pastures are too high-quality, and it is not easy to raise mature horses into army production. It’s tight, but it’s not difficult for a wealthy man of wealth to get one or two horses to decorate the shop. Xu Fengnian doesn’t care about the swearing and swearing squatters in the yard, but the relatively taciturn diners on the first floor lobby of the inn are not simple. Among them, the two adjacent tables in the corner are all vigorous people, and most of them have Xu Fengnian. The unfamiliar soldier is brave and courageous, and the stars Gongyue embraces a white-haired old man with a dazzling red mole on his forehead, and his temperament is calm.

　　

　　 A chic and unruly white-clothed swordsman, occupies a table, leisurely drinking wine, white sheath wrapped in silver wire, sword spikes are golden, very refreshing and eye-catching. The predecessors of the rivers and lakes are bitterly nagging about not revealing the yellow and white, this swordsman will do the opposite, and he must have something to rely on.

　　

　　 At another table sits a pair of satin and noble young girls. In the duck-head green inn where fish and dragons are mixed, they appear to be muddy and not stained. The child’s lips are red and white, and her mother’s eyes are seven-to-eighth like her. Xu Fengnian. When I was upstairs, I caught a glimpse of the child's innocence standing on the bench, and the mother was going to eat this and that.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian didn’t plan to go out to find food, exhaled a stale breath, stretched out his hands to cover his ears, put his fingers behind his head, stacked his index finger and hit the middle finger, slid down and flicked the back of his head twenty-four, knocking on the dumb door of Fengchi Fengchi. Daqiao is the double-sounding drums in the rhubarb court sinking into the sky, while the sword qi in the body is surging over the dragon wall.

　　

　　 After a stick of incense, I heard the movement of opening and closing the door next door, and guessed based on the severity of the steps, it was undoubtedly the mother and daughter. Xu Fengnian stopped spitting out, took off his shirt, sat cross-legged on the bed to read the knife book, the sixth page is the domineering Jianqi Kaishu style, and the current seventh page is the long-water swimming fish style, according to a few words. A rough note is that when Wang Xianzhi crossed the river to catch fish when he was young, he combined with the essence of a swordsman who broke his sword in Wudi City. Exhausted, it’s a pity that this style of hiding needles in the cotton is feminine and vicious. Xu Fengnian couldn’t grasp the veins for a while, sighed, lay back, closed his eyes and concentrated. The beautiful name is "Feng Jingui", which makes people crazy, saying that Li Hanlin will laugh at death.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian flicked the spring thunder scabbard with his fingers, and heard the light tapping sound of the next door, as well as the child’s unique tender voice, singing a Beimang small ballad, faintly in your ears. Charm: The grass will be born next year, and the geese will go back and forth. The spring breeze is blowing this year, will the son return? The bluestone slabs are green and grassy, ​​the Qingyilang on the bluestone bridge, humming the Jinling tune, whose daughter lowers her head and laughs...

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian listened comfortably, with a smile at the corners of his mouth, listening to the song with his ears pricked up. But the good times didn't last long. There was a violent sound of horseshoes, and even the inn shook, the ding-dong sound stopped, and the song stopped. Xu Fengnian sat up, walked to the window, and saw the dust, nearly a hundred armored cavalry swarming. , The leader of a white robe boy riding a black horse that was tamed by the king of wild horses, directly smashed the gate of the inn. Except for five or six riders who followed and rushed into the yard, all the other Qingqis wearing reckless knives and quiveres Stopping outside the inn, the clamor is everywhere, the cavalry and the horses are integrated, this kind of tacit silence and solemnity, far more than swearing and provocation, it can cause a huge sense of suffocation. Xu Fengnian glanced at the grandson of the king who was sitting on Wuchao, carrying an iron spear with a jade buckle and Xianbei head, but it was a majesty less than the mink-covered woman.

Xu Fengnian directly closed the window, and came to a blind eye. Since there are no nursery rhymes to listen to, and he doesn't want to compete with the knife score that came from fishing, Xu Fengnian flew out a flying sword peach blossom from his sleeve, suspended in the air, meditating Holding the breath, shaking Qinglian, flying this pocket-sized dagger in the house, fast and slow, like a urchin flying a kite, it's fun.

　　

　　 If there is always a martial arts hero, the Liyang dynasty, who was rumored to be the first in the world, ordinary warriors have been crushed by the cavalry, and I never wanted to be in this Beimang Longyaozhou, the few men in the yard knew that there were a hundred people. Elite Qingqi outside, seeing this arrogant official's son, not only did not avoid his sharp edge, after a strong man got up with a knife, he immediately rallied and rebelled as if he was about to uncover the pole. He drew his sword, raised his axe, raised his axe, and greeted him with a polite greeting. More than 20 people killed him. Six or seven riders were in danger, except for the two riders guarding the freshly clothed angry horse. The wealthy master, the rest of the horses retreated, the knights bent their bows and shot arrows together, the first flying feathers nailed into the heads of a few people accurately, the tail of the arrows still quivered slightly, and the men aroused blood, instead of shrinking, they became more aggressive. Fearing death, the two riders pulled up the reins, and the horses suddenly raised their hoofs and stomped down heavily. They stomped two close men on their chests, but a knight was immediately caught by the rivers and lakes who bullied him and gave him a knife. Stabbed into the armpit, and then chopped off his head with an axe that was released from his hand, the flying axe continued to sweep towards the family of Wuhua horses, and was easily pushed away by the contemptuous latter with two fingers. The situation of the other rider was even more tragic. The front leg of the war horse was cut off. Fortunately, he was wearing armor. After resisting a few swords and adding his body, he did not become a hedgehog, but he was still unable to escape. When the horse fell to the ground, his head was also cut off by a sword. This **** battle Naturally, it appears inexplicably in the eyes of outsiders, but the real **** scene is still to come.

　　

　　 The family’s iron spear, sitting on a black horse back in the yard, is still as high as a mountain, like a torrential rain. Every draw will bring out a blood spring that pierces the enemy’s body, and some angrily throwing axes are his masters. Unloaded with skill, the cavalry behind him took a second shot and harvested five or six lives. With no expression on his face he drew the Beimang knife, and rode his horse forward and strangled with those rivers and lakes. Then dozens of them burst out on the second and third floors of the inn. People, and dozens of claws appeared on the walls of the courtyard made of yellow mud. The horses turned around and rushed. The three surrounding walls collapsed instantly. There is no more quadrangle courtyard. The black horse fought and retreated. The non-embroidered elder brother seems to be too addicted to murder. He walked out of the yard with his mounts in a relaxed and comfortable face. After he was discharged from the hospital, he was shot to death by the rain of arrows. A man rolled forward cleverly, raising his hand to chop the black iron hoof, but was stabbed in the back of the neck with a spear by the white-robed man, and he fell down sharply. Poke and press him to death on the mud ground. The official child with a graceful face grinningly twisted the iron spear and turned the corpse over. The iron spear still did not let go of the corpse. The face is churn, cruel and cruel.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian heard the footsteps, took off the sword peach blossoms, and heard a knock on the door when he got up. It was the shop owner. This strong woman came into the house with a plate with a roast leg of lamb and some for breaking his mouth. She apologized and smiled: “I’m harassing the son, but the other rooms are occupied by guests who want to kill, and most of them are old acquaintances who have had money. I’m as shameless as the proprietress and go find a place. Watching the show, don’t you just lick your face to find the son, this lamb leg should be given to the son, let me stand at the window, how about?"

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian nodded and laughed: "The kindness of the lady boss has been accepted. You are standing here. You have posted a talisman to protect me from the storm. This roast leg of lamb cannot be eaten for nothing. You should give as much money as you want. Silver, so that we can live in peace of mind."

　　

　　 There was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the heroine. It seemed that she didn’t expect that the stranger would see through her temporary kindness. After putting down the dinner plate, she picked up the food and walked to the window, licking melon seeds and explaining lightly Said: "The son doesn't know anything. The Yatou Green Inn has been in business for more than 20 years. There are countless people coming and going. There will always be some killings, but the Yatou Green never cares. The visitors are the guests, as long as you give enough Yinzi, if you live, you should eat, drink, and prostitute. As for being found by the enemy, or fighting in the inn, whether you can leave alive depends on your destiny. Duck Head Green has a coffin all year round. Lie down, you can wait for your relatives to collect the corpses. There are really no relatives. Duckhead Green helped to bury them. I am not afraid of being lonely and wild ghosts. This is also the reason why our business here is booming. It was not the first time. In the past few years, there were even more fierce disturbances. The inn was not like this courtyard. The destruction was so complete that the man in my family happened to be a little bit of a book business, so he made it into the current style. Don’t worry, my son, our Beimang’s grievances and grievances are not worth watching. This is called poor care or horizontal care. It is an old rule on the road. Only those demons dare not care."

Xu Fengnian tore off a piece of greasy but not greasy mutton, put it in his mouth and chewed slowly, and asked curiously: "It's all happening like this. A hundred cavalry is against fifty or sixty people in the rivers and lakes, are you still paying attention? "

　　

　　 The lady boss licked melon seeds very fast, leaned against the window rail, turned her head and smiled: "Be careful, why don't you be careful? If you don't be careful, you will become a demon. Everyone in Beimang wants to be a demon, but no Anyone can be a demon. Just say that the man in my family screams all the time when I dare to go out of the wall, he will be the demon."

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian was speechless, and he didn't even dare to glance at the small waist of the proprietress, for fear of being treated as indifferent.

　　

　　 The lady boss seemed to be unable to hide her words, and she said, “Wu Qi is the God of Murong Jiang who is sitting right away. It’s a bit away from the emperor’s relatives and relatives, but it’s also considered first-class in Longyao Prefecture. Brother son, his cousin in Gusai, Murong Zhangtai has better pedigree. Those of us who live in the battle, only know that the Cheng Mu Tao Qianzhi, who left the city, died on the Qingming Festival for no reason. This is not the wife and daughter of the family. I hurried over, saying that it was Murong Zhangtai’s coveting General Tao’s little lady, the dead hand, the figure above the sword, light and sword, we can’t see through, just watch the excitement, the big inn Most of the lords can’t fight Tao Qianzhi, but I feel that the Chongshe general who kills the Beiliang people every day is a **** man. I heard that Murong Zhangtai wants to **** people, and has trouble with orphans and widows. I don’t know why. The hot blood gathered together and said that they wanted to give this kid a long time to learn. I think it’s all because of the women’s irritation, and they can raise birds in their crotch. Of course, there must be some Tao Qianzhi old men. It was hired with money. Murong Zhangtai, a group of powerful children, is no longer a thing. At any rate, there are dozens of Beimang knives and dozens of war horses. This is not to bring a hundred cavalry over today. It’s easy to say, I believe the son also thought of the identity of the girl next door. There are also a group of Tao’s naive former loyal generals around them, especially the old guy with a red mole on the eyebrows, who is strong against Murong Jiang, who is playing with iron spears. ."

　　

　　Xu Fengnian came to the window and saw the blood flowing into a river outside~IndoMTL.com~ I was embarrassed, this is the rivers and lakes of Beimang? Moreover, listening to the tone of the proprietress, I was quite dissatisfied with the pioneer Murong Jiangshen, but if it was in the Liyang Dynasty, this kind of Wen Ke bed pressure Jiao Niang Wu could use a horse to talk and laugh to kill the enemy's son brother, it is already very difficult. In the eyes of many people, he has long been regarded as a hero with a bright future, but he has become a common family boy in Beimang? Xu Fengnian frowned. Moreover, in the Liyang Dynasty, the feuds could be so fierce and tragic, but if there were no feuds, it was unbelievable to throw his head and sprinkle blood purely for the widow of a general with a good reputation. .

　　

　　 Outside the building, the **** Murong Jiang laughed and said: "Who can support ten back and forth under the spear of my son, if you want to be an official, you want gold, you want a wife, let you talk!"

　　

　　 scolds everywhere.

　　

　　"Little bastard, your mother said that it was too big under Laozi's crotch last night. Come on, yell daddy!"

　　

After 　　 finished speaking, this man shot Yujian to death.

　　

　　 "Murong Melon, push up his butt, I haven't touched a lady for a long time, look at your delicate skin and tender meat..."

　　

　　 Before the man finished speaking, he was thrown an iron spear by the self-confident God Murong Jiang and passed through his head.

　　

　　 Most of them were killed in a hundred rides. Except for those who slipped away and returned to the inn building in the middle of the way, the people of the rivers and lakes were all dead and wounded. One by one, they slammed to death, and then waved to the remaining twenty cavalrymen to cut the grass and roots. They only took more than ten cavalry to enter the courtyard again, and smiled: "Old thief Sui Song, come out and die with your guards!"

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian murmured: "It's not the same."