The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 364: Unsigned

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If you look down from the top of the Big Lotus Peak with the widest view, the two mountain climbing gods from the north and the south are like two dragons lying on the Wudang Mountain.

As a well-known scenic spot in Wudang Mountain, Xixiangchi is crowded with people, and tourists and pilgrims with family members will linger here. Jianghu Caomang, with a loud voice, stood on the bluestone by the pool, talking loudly about the wonders and anecdotes of Xixiangchi, saying that Wu's current generation of sword idiot Xiaoping once retreats here to enlighten the sword, and this is what will later be able to be with the Emperor Xianzhi of Emperor Wu. It’s said that Liang Wang has practiced his sword here for several years. Before he descended the mountain, he was able to force the waterfall to flow backwards with a single sword. The great momentum is as far as ten miles away. , The fledgling young heroes and heroines who are still looking forward to the rivers and lakes are even more exciting, as if they have witnessed the peerless style of the young martial arts master. There is a pavilion near the Xixiang Pool. Between the pool pavilions, there are many stalls, selling incense candles for worshipping gods, as well as helping others. Spring biscuits, Taoist vegetarian stir-fry, Ding Shen soup, etc. are all available.

A young man carrying a bucket on his shoulders stood dumbfounded at the periphery of the dense crowd. If you want to pick two buckets of water, you can't make a **** road? I had to go back along a deep bluestone path, back to the thatched house where the hostess was temporarily missing, put down the pole bucket, took a gourd scoop, bent over and shook a scoop of water from the bottom of the tank, slowly Slowly walked to the vegetable garden, pouring the water leisurely. After the autumn, the greenery of the vegetable garden is far less dense than that of spring and summer, and I look a little lonely. He finally squatted on the edge of the vegetable garden with a gourd scoop, wandering a lot. After noticing a familiar aura deliberately revealed, he stood up and walked towards the hut. He saw Deng Tai'a, who was leading the donkey. Standing outside the small purple bamboo fence, he waited to see the master, the peach flower sword god. Then he gently pushed away, fastened the reins, and sat on the small bamboo chair brought by the young man, full of coolness in his butt.

Because Xu Fengnian flew over Wudang Mountain with Li's stuff on his back, he had to climb to the top earlier than Deng Tai'a who was climbing up the stairs. At this time, he smiled and asked: "Have you been to Lu Zuting?"

Deng Tai'a nodded and said: "If it weren't for the monument, I really wouldn't recognize it."

Xu Fengnian asked again: "How about the characters?"

Tales of Deng said calmly: "It's boring."

Xu Fengnian said with peace of mind: "I didn't even have a first-grade state before going down the mountain, and it was normal for me to be low-spirited."

It turns out that the rudimentary Lu Zu Pavilion was built 700 years ago. According to local county chronicles, the young Lu Zu climbed with a sword alone before taking Wudang Mountain as a place of practice. When the Huaigen walking stick appeared, he asked Lu Zu, who was not well-known at that time, about the Great Way of Longevity. Finally, there was a poem that was widely circulated. According to legend, it was from Lu Zu, "Sit alone, and the world does not know each other. Only the old Huaijing knows that the gods have passed." The poem was carved on an ancient stele by Wudang Taoists, but it has been time-honored. , The handwriting was almost flattened. Before Xu Fengnian practiced the sword and went down the mountain, a young master-uncle who was riding a bull was pushed out by his brother and asked Xu Fengnian for the inscription that was changed to cursive.

Deng Tai'a looked around, feeling contented.

Xu Fengnian joked: "At this moment, the martial arts master on Wudang Mountain is really a bad street. Only in southern Xinjiang, there is a master of swordsmanship, Mao Shulang, who is trying to become a Confucian sage, Cheng Baishuang, the master of kendo, Ji Liuan, and Shu There are also Wei Miao and Xue Songguan in Zhao and Zhao."

Deng Tai'a language is not surprising and endless, "I only saw Gu Jiantang when I was climbing, and then I saw Xuanyuan Qingfeng in the Lu Zu Pavilion."

Xu Fengnian frowned, "It's not surprising that I didn't notice Gu Jiantang climbing the mountain. It's just that Xuanyuan Qingfeng is close at hand..."

Deng Tai'a said, "In the battle outside the city of Tai'an, Cao Changqing seemed to favor this woman who blocked the road. Xuanyuan Qingfeng has benefited a lot from this. Now it is probably only a thin line away."

Xu Fengnian said with emotion: "It turns out that the chance of this Daxueping female head cannot always be discussed. Liu Songtao, Zhao Huangchao, Wang Xianzhi, and Cao Changqing have either given them all in one hand, or opened their eyes, and eventually became the world's best. Countable masters."

Taia Deng sneered slightly: "Did you miss the most important person?"

Xu Fengnian's face was immediately embarrassed.

Deng Tai'a suddenly asked: "Do you need me to block Gu Jiantang, whose intention is unknown?"

Xu Fengnian only feels confused. I don’t know why this detached Peach Flower Sword God is suddenly so bodhisattva. You must know that Wang Xianzhi has already made some conclusions about Deng Tai’a’s character. Deng Tai'a is extremely passionate about the sword, the most ruthless, and therefore the most in line with the way of heaven. What's more, Gu Jiantang, who is on the cusp of the Liyang court, left his jurisdiction without authorization and chose to visit Wudang Mountain in a private visit. Gu Jiantang, who has been hiding himself for many years, still has a big win.

At the moment when Xu Fengnian was puzzled, Deng Tai'a coughed and disappeared in an instant. Xu Fengnian subconsciously looked at the Zizhu fence, and even the old donkey disappeared.

Xu Fengnian, with a pale face, turned his head stiffly and looked up. Sure enough, in the vegetable garden at the northeast corner of the hut, some of the originally gratifying greenery has been gnawed away, like a landscape painting by a famous artist. , Dug a hole for the ignorant juvenile!

Before, a monk in white clothes strode back into the house and took out the kitchen knife. Xu Fengnian did the same thing. He gritted his teeth and ran back to the hut. He quickly took off the cold knife hanging on the wall. After leaving the house, he was extremely angry: "Deng Tai A ! Don't run if you have a seed! I will invite you to eat donkey meat tonight!"

As a great master of Wuping, once Deng Tai'a deliberately concealed his vitality, even Xu Fengnian could not catch any clues.

Xu Fengnian squatted on the ground, sighing, what a **** disaster.

Sometimes God beats you, not to give you another date to eat, but to punch you in the head.

When Xu Fengnian caught a glimpse of a dress coming from a distance from the corner of his eye, if it was struck by lightning, the room leaked even night rain!

Xu Fengnian deserves to be a character with the title of King of Different Surnames and Dazhu Kingdom.

So when Xu Feng ran away in his old age, Jiang Ni's sorrowful and angry voice came from behind, "The surname is Xu! You are dead today!"

Jiang Ni carrying a large box of red sandalwood suddenly rose into the sky with a powerful imposing manner. She stepped on the body of the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow sword. After the flying sword suddenly hovered, she looked down over the entire Lotus Peak with red eyes, murderous. It is so heavy that it shocks the world.

A small vegetable garden can make the two great masters of Wu Critic see Lei Chi successively, which has to be said to be incredible.

Xu Fengnian went beyond Jiang Ni’s expectation. Instead of slipping down the mountain straightforwardly, he didn’t even skim too far. Instead, the old treacherously hid in the crowd near Xixiang Pool, squatting behind a crowded stall, and talking with that. The charming lady proprietor bought two Wudang spring sesame cakes, chewed slowly, and ate very slowly, as if tasting head-off rice. The woman was also curious about why the handsome young man squatting at her feet would not sit down, her pretty face was reddening, could he have that kind of thought? She didn't have too many beautiful ripples in her heart, but she felt that she had known that this was the case, and she should have charged him two more coins just now.

Next to this stall is a goatee old Taoist who is giving someone a marriage lottery. He is wearing an old Taoist robe that is very well stitched. It is obviously not a Taoist priest on Wudang Mountain. There is a shiny stick on the small table. The green bamboo sticks, let the guests draw lots, and then unsigned the money.

Xu Fengnian looked up and was a little surprised that the business of this stall was booming. There were no less than 30 or 40 letters and men and women waiting to draw the lottery. The old man and old **** was sitting behind the table, squinting his beard and shaking his beard across the table. The guest of is a graceful young woman. It is about a pilgrim from the Jiangnan Road who has traveled all the way to Wudang Mountain to burn incense. Although she is not tall, she looks a little immature, but the weight on her chest is very heavy. Lifting up his butt, it is convenient to glance at her waist, tusk, her waist is so thin, and he has to worry about whether she will blow in the wind, so he will blow her waist.

Xu Fengnian will inevitably be a little bit slanderous. When he was down and down, he had done this kind of unprofitable business, but wherever he encountered such a good situation, he often waited until the bustling temple fair was over, and there was no one-handed guest.

Seeing Xu Fengnian’s expression, the woman laughed softly in her spare time: "My son, although this old immortal Wu is not a Wudang Taoist, he has heard that his marriage lottery is extremely effective nowadays. I saw a lot of young ladies from Liangzhou, who made a special trip to draw lots. Even after they got what they wanted, they rushed to give away money to Old Immortal Wu. The maximum is one person, which is a full twelve taels of silver. It’s true. It is sincerity and spirit."

Xu Fengnian took a bite of Wudangchun biscuits, and said with no anger: "If I set up a stall here to ask for money, I would also be willing to hire some women to act in the act. Over time, it won't work."

The woman couldn’t laugh or cry. As a widow wenjun, she was more curious than hopeful and ran to the next door to draw lots. After hearing this young guest playing snails so loudly, she couldn’t say something ugly, so she had to say: "My son You really... love to tell jokes."

Xu Fengnian laughed it off.

The young lady with a slender waist and a magnificent chest shook out a lottery, clenched it in her hand, looking down timidly, a little dazed. What's the solution for signing?"

She may be a woman from everyone’s door. She only carefully clamped the end with her **** when she handed the sign. Some regretted the old Taoist who could not take advantage of the opportunity to pick up the sign. She looked down at the sign and solemnly. He raised his head and glanced at her, then picked up the teapot and took a sip of tea, moisturizing his throat, and then slowly said: "'Again, Skeleton.' This is a 28th lottery."

The little lady is anxious and waits for the following.

The old Taoist smiled slightly, "Don’t worry, the girl, although it’s not the best lottery for good luck, it’s a good lottery. It means that the girl’s favorite person, if you can’t ask for it once, don’t be discouraged. There will be a bright future."

The little lady with sweat on her forehead was relieved and smiled. The grace and grace that was rare in Beiliang almost made the old Taoist look obsessed.

The little lady asked the maid beside her to dig out a hundred more copper coins, and turned around happily.

The next guest is a sturdy young man. He grabbed the lottery tube and shook it vigorously. After dropping a lottery, he grabbed it and slapped it again on the table, "Look at what lottery it is!"

The old Taoist's eyelids trembled, and he picked up the bamboo sticks sternly, and said concisely: "'Fei Changfang shrinks in love with each other', the 16th lottery is signed."

The young man was stunned, and said angrily: "Even the twenty-eighth lottery of the little lady is a draw, why is Lao Tzu's sixteenth lottery a shit, bastard! Isn't it a shame?!"

The old Taoist turned a deaf ear to this and slightly shifted his sight, "Next."

The young man annoyed: "I won't give money!"

The old Taoist really deserves to be the immortal leader who does not eat the fireworks in the world, and he calmly said: "The poor road will deal with others, there is a rule, no matter whether the signing is good or bad, if you believe it, you will have a hundred words. If you don't believe it, just leave. Yes, it is never difficult to be poor."

The young man was obviously shocked, his momentum suddenly diminished, and he asked: "What is this long room?"

The old Taoist sneered and said: "He is a famous Taoist longevity man in the Dafeng Dynasty!"

The old man paused briefly, with a solemn expression on his face, and said in a deep voice: "This teacher, and the patriarch of the impoverished family, are also best friends. In the end, they met and soared together. There is no more grand occasion than this. There is nothing more like this."

The young man looked stunned, and finally he obediently took out a hundred coins of copper coins, gently placed it on the table, and left sadly ~ IndoMTL.com~ After this small storm, the old Taoist priest It seemed to be a master of Taoism, so that the dilapidated Taoist robe on his body seemed to have a sense of vicissitudes of life.

Xu Fengnian saw from the beginning to the end, quite admiringly, the old liar did indeed have some good deeds. He became more and more interested in watching the excitement. The next signings for signing guests were relatively plain and unremarkable. There were neither extremely bad signings nor lucky signings, but the interesting thing is that many of the contents are taken from Wang Chudong’s "First Session" "Snow", like a young young man who asked for a "light spring knife like soil", and the subsequent "I can't bear to look at Qing's green, but the guest shirt is yellow", are all excerpted from "The First Snow" which is popular Good sentence. It’s not said that in the early years of Liyang Palace, several of the most noble empresses, they all liked Touchang Xue very much. Not only that, even the three names of Beimang Qijian Yuefu were first created by Touchang Xue. Novel brand name. It is conceivable that if Wang Chudong appeared in Zhongyuan Shilin, he would be the first-class guest.

Whenever he heard a familiar word, Xu Fengnian squinted and smiled, and finally he was a little dazed. He remembers that there was a woman who married thousands of miles away, and she was most infatuated with this book.

Xu Fengnian sighed, was about to get up, and suddenly squatted back quickly.

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