The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 357: The girl is good with swords

Because the summer escape town at the foot of Wudang Mountain was the beginning of the burning incense Nanshan Road, and because it was rumored to be the end of the Qijia Festival’s Wanli Yijian, and the proximity to Wudang Lunwu, a small town that was not well-known suddenly changed. It's so lively, the large and small Taoist temples on Wudang Mountain have long been overcrowded, so the inferior rooms of many inns in Yushu Town have been sold for the high prices of the superior rooms. [No pop-up novel network]

Some people from the rivers and lakes who came from far and wide, first recognized Chi Liangfu, the chief officer of Kuaixue Villa, on the street, they would be shocked, and when they entered the restaurant, they were surprised to find that they were sitting outside the two tables next door. The Shao Zhuang of Youyan Villa advocates Chun Lin, and then I heard that there are many fairies sitting on the Jiangnan Road Jigutai upstairs, and then I saw the Liaodong red sandalwood monk striding into one of the sixteen fairy immortals. I'm numb, and when I walk around the rivers and lakes at ordinary times, the masters who are rare in the world are rare existences that see the dragon without seeing the end.

A small escape from the summer town, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

So at this time, no matter what kind of young handsome man from the sect background, what kind of cultivator, no one dares to speak loudly. I am afraid that if you accidentally spit on the ground, you will splash something On the clothes of a martial arts master, then I really can’t eat it. This is not an alarmist talk. Previously, the Yulong Gang gave a message to the martial arts fellow. You must beat up people because of private grievances, otherwise, once discovered, the Xu family iron cavalry in the territory will not be amnesty! Half a decade ago, there were two poor bad eggs. Someone glanced at the neighboring table when they were eating. The two sides drew their swords when they didn’t agree with each other. The local cavalry was strangled in a stick of incense, and the head was hung to show the public. It made people understand the truth. Walking in the rivers and lakes, especially the Beiliang rivers and lakes, which had always been outside the Central Plains. If you do anything indiscriminately, you will die. Especially many martial arts heroes made a special trip to join in the fun, witnessing the extraordinary cavalry chase, the famous master who has done a good job, was killed in a charge of Beiliang 200 horses, what kind of water is floating on the grass. Fei, what a third-rank martial arts physique, faced with a well-trained light crossbow shot, there was no power to fight back. The Northern Liang Cavalry’s frontal charge, peripheral swimming, and fast horse blocking, all in one go. In contrast, The official arrests in the Central Plains and the green forest heroes are like shrews flirting and flirting. It's a world of difference.

There is a tea stall on the side of Guanjia Avenue outside the town. It is midday. The tea stall sells Wudang’s famous Dingshen herbal tea soup, plus the aroma of Chunxiao cakes. The business is booming. The roadside Huai willow stands full to accompany the owner. The tall horses resting together, six or seven greasy tables were full of tea guests from other villages, and the people were very popular. They were obviously people from the rivers and lakes who came to Wudang to discuss martial arts. Two tables were sitting around eight people in front of them. A young woman with guzheng, 箜篌, Hulei and other musical instruments, sits at a table with a young and sturdy man who does not carry weapons. His eyes are exuded, and his sitting posture is majestic. At a glance, he is a master of foreign boxing who enters the room. A table Each of the young people on the site has a white gun on their back. Although it is a wooden gun for daily practice, the style of the four wooden guns is completely different. There are relatively cumbersome crow neck guns, concise guns with simple lines, and Dashu pen guns. And Dongyue split carbine, if it weren't the kind of pretending to be a ghost who was full of food, then these four young people who used guns would have become famous.

These four tables are usually surrounded by stars in the middle of the "main table". There are three people who seem to be of different ages. The young woman wears a crystal-clear sapphire flute, graceful and charming, with double temples. Shuang's man had a length of two cloth pouches. The middle-aged man was short in stature, a head shorter than the former, but he looked forward to himself.

The other two tables are probably outsiders of the five-table group of people, and they are relatively close to the road. Once a convoy of horses passes by and the dust is flying, I don't know whether it is drinking tea or eating ashes.

At this time, a carriage came to a halt slowly, and three knights were serving as its servants. The young horseman turned and raised the curtain, and a handsome man in white walked out of the carriage. He habitually squinted his eyes, faintly seeing the escape from the heat. The outline of the town. After the whispers, the man returned to the carriage. The young horseman jumped out of the carriage and took the reins of the horse from a guard. The guard took over and became the steward, and the carriage continued to drive towards the town. Only one of the three guards stayed in place with the young groom. They were young women with knives around their waists. They looked outstanding, but their faces were so cold that they lost a lot of demeanor in vain.

Probably the young men and women who were servants of the big family led horses to the tea stand. It happened that there were also two men and women of the same age who returned from a walk by the river in the distance. Pipa, with thin lips and small mouth, graceful and charming, but the man who walks in the company will be too inferior. He has a rather evil face, and he is too young and mature. When he laughs, he doesn't look like one. Wei Jianghu Toshihiko belongs to the kind of role who would be regarded as a flower picker by the guards of the city gate even if he had a good citizen. When the two pairs of young men and women walked to the tea stand at the same time, the toad’s face and small eyes rolled around, and looked hard at the woman behind the groom with a knife. The man who already had meat in the bowl was obviously not content, and he stared again. The meat in the pot was just because of the beautiful woman's side, and I was embarrassed to show a too ugly appearance, after all, he didn't come forward to strike up a conversation. When he noticed that the strange woman cast cold eyes, he grinned slightly, raised his brows, and then realized that she was holding the hilt of the knife with one hand, in a posture of drawing the knife towards each other. He was even more happy. Yo, it's still a rouge horse. If it was in the past, he would have the best bite. He couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking his lips habitually.

This action caused a sneer from the woman with the sword. Toad’s face didn’t feel strange, but the three people in the middle table almost held their breath at the same time, as if two tigers met on a mountain, the short man said solemnly: "Long Wind, come back!"

At the same time, the young man who had previously served as a groom also stopped and patted the shoulder of the woman next to him. The latter suddenly became restrained and murderous.

Toad's face is full of sadness, and he walks to the elder's table with the woman with thin lips that is particularly impressive. A table of guests who happened to be near the official road checked out, and the couple sat down and only had two bowls of calming soup.

The woman with the saber said in a low voice: "The woman with skill in her face is Lu Jiejun, the lord of the Misty Peak of Huainan Dao. She has a cultivation base of the second-grade grandmaster. For some reason, she has a deep relationship with the Northern Air Trainer. I was able to possess two kinds of magical powers, and now I have a good relationship with Huishan Daxueping and have a good relationship with Liyang Penal Department. The man who spoke just now is Feng Zongxi. The Fushuifang spy records that this person was defeated in Wudi City in the last years of Yonghui In the hands of Lin Quanfa, the crow fought for more than forty rounds. Liyang Jianghu was called Zhongyuan Shenquan, and he was listed as the sixteen sans immortals alongside Feichan fairy Lu Jiejun and Red Sandalwood Monk. As for the man carrying the gun bag, from him The baggage with the accompanying disciples presumed that most of them were Li Houzhong, one of the twelve sages, and one of the sages of the Sifang. Fushuifang had no record of this person's deeds before, and he was a newly emerging warrior from the Central Plains. Among the people, Li Houzhong actually has some real ability."

The man at the same table is Xu Fengnian who escorted Bai Yu to leave Qingcang City in Liuzhou to escape to the summer town. Mr. Bai Lian and the white-clothed monk of Liangchan Temple Li Beware, once in the ten-year Longhushan Buddhist debate After passing Jifeng, and the friend Qi Xianxia who just got the news, has also gone to Liang with Dongyue Jianchi Chai Qingshan, so I don't want to miss this Wudang discussion. Xu Fengnian, who turned his back to the table of people, gave a hum, and said softly: "Although it is much worse than Xu Yanbing, but it should be almost the same as Han Laoshan's cultivation base, and the number of ways is the same. , There is a chance to become a great master like the spear fairy king embroidery. If you fight against him, the chances of winning are not great."

Together with Mi Fengjie, the woman who became the head of Fushuifangyi's house said indifferently: "I only know that I can definitely kill him."

Xu Fengnian laughed dumbfounded, "What is there to be proud of in a trade at a loss for life for life."

Fan Xiaochai was silent.

Xu Fengnian glanced at the young man in Qingshan who had a table alone not far away, "There is no such person's file in Fushuifang?"

Fan Xiaochai was taken aback for a moment, shook his head and said: "No."

Xu Fengnian explained: "The Qijiajie and Beimang swords of Tai'an city are close to Huangqing, and the ruins of Wudicheng Shedao seek skills. When they meet rivals, they are all full of swordsmanship. Most of the swordsmen in the world come into the house In this way, sword aura is far more important than sword intent. Even if the mountains and water are not revealed after returning to the basics, once they are released, they will be unobstructed. Only a few swordsmen will be prosperous, that is, the so-called natural sword embryo. Rare geniuses, as long as they are able to gain their instincts, coupled with a little luck, can often achieve the achievements of the land sword immortal. Looking at the rivers and lakes before the Spring and Autumn Period, this is the case for the leaders of swordsmanship in the past."

Fan Xiaochai looked at the unsurprising young man from the corner of his eye and frowned, "So is he?"

Xu Fengnian nodded and said: "After so many kendo masters have gone in these years, some will naturally arise. For example, Gu Jiantang and Nanjiang Lu Xuanlang suddenly died. It only takes five or six years for someone to make a blockbuster."

Fan Xiaochai had weird eyes and glanced at the young feudal lord with a cold knife hanging from his waist.

If you, the great master of martial arts who made swords, died, who would you bring that kind of aura like the Guangling River?

Wang Sheng, Yu Dilong and Lu Yunchang these three apprentices?

Or the woman surnamed Jiang who is also a sword embryo? Help her become a land god?

Xu Fengnian, who guessed her mind, gave her a fierce look.

Fan Xiaochai held a bowl of tea in one hand, and the hand under the table pressed the handle of the knife and rubbed it carefully.

Qianqianyu's hand, which used to have ten fingers that did not touch the sun, now holds a murderous blood-drinking knife.

Fan Xiaochai suddenly asked: "Really not climbing?"

The slightly weird Xu Fengnian shook his head and said: "I'll forget it, but if you want to join in the fun, you don't have to let me go to Jubei City. I will say hello to Chu Lushan. I think you might as well go to Wudang Mountain. After all This kind of grand occasion may not be seen in the future."

Fan Xiaochai smiled and said: "No matter how high Wudang Mountain is, is it as high as you?"

Xu Fengnian rolled his eyes and said: "No matter how much flattering it is, it's useless. Even if I die young, I won't transfer my luck to you."

Fan Xiaochai smiled and said, after drinking that bowl of calming soup, she really had a sense of calmness.

Fan Xiaochai suddenly clenched the handle of the knife, full of vigor.

The unabashed murderous aura was felt even on the face of the toad in the distance.

This is the style of Fan Xiaochai, who wants to kill.

The young swordsman who couldn't see through the depths, got up and walked towards them with the tea bowl, and sat down rudely, looking at the young prince.

Xu Fengnian smiled and didn't speak, and didn't care about the presumptuous interruption of the unknown swordsman.

After the man took the seat, he looked solemn and solemnly said: "Unexpectedly, there is a handsome man like me in the world. I am lucky enough to meet."

Fan Xiaochai couldn't help her mouth twitching. She had seen someone shameless. She had never seen such a shameless person in her life.

Then the man turned his head and stared at Fan Xiaochai, "The girl's knife is good, and the knife is better, but it's a pity that the knife is not as good as you want."

Fan Xiaochai smiled, "Oh?"

The man lifted the tea bowl in his hand, like a teacher at a private school, and said with a sharp glance: "My hometown is rich in a blue and white pressing cup that everyone loves. I hold it in my hand, and the slightly outer edge of the cup just presses. It fits the hand margin, the size is moderate, and it fits the hand firmly, so it has the reputation of pressing the hand, no matter if you drink tea or alcohol, you can press the body of a woman. On the other hand, the girl’s innate physique is not outstanding, just relying on family history or ancestry The foundation of the door is well-understood, and today's cultivation is achieved by the spirit of the heart~IndoMTL.com~ But in the long run, it will inevitably hurt the body. You must be aware of the momentum and the most important word for homeopathy. The girl's practice is the opposite, just like the amount of alcohol. The plain woman pretends to be heroic and drinking from a large bowl is definitely not a long-term solution."

Fan Xiaochai said in a flat tone: "Are you my father?"

The man thought for a while, and said calmly: "Naturally not, but I can be a girl's husband."

Xu Fengnian, who drinks tea much slower than Fan Xiaochai, almost spit it out when he heard this sentence.

Fan Xiaochai smiled slightly, as if he wasn't angry with the protagonist's profligate words, but the knife was out of its sheath.

The man originally held a bowl with his right hand, and his left hand was resting on his knee under the table. At this time, his left hand was suddenly raised high.

Clearly, it was just an understatement of the usual action, which actually made the murderous Fushuifang first class killer numb the scalp in an instant, giving birth to an absurd illusion.

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