The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 369: One breath of success
Xu Fengnian slowly exhaled a turbid breath, which had been depressed for a long time.
Xu Fengnian really has grievances about the old master who is dedicated to helping the Su Clan of Xishu. If they hadn't rushed to Shuzhao to raise the flag of rejuvenation, many chess pieces buried there in Beiliang would not surface so quickly. Even if it’s not used, it’s far better than the embarrassing situation now. If it weren’t for Chen Zhibao’s failure to completely tear his face with Beiliang, those spies who used to spend countless energy and money in Beiliang would not save one. You have to know In the established strategy of Master Li Yishan, once the Liyang court made up its mind to drag on in the future Liangmang war, Beiliang would straightforwardly point forward to Shu Zhao as the strategic rear of Beiliang’s successor source of food, grass, and troops. The continuous penetration of the two places between Shu and Zhao, Beiliang deserved to spare no effort, much more value than the Central Plains. Therefore, a diligent and conscientious man in a prefectural palace, an old-fashioned private school who preached and taught his profession, was a trafficker and a brothel. The Fengyun Oiran who took the Mei Enke in the hook, and even the real power captain in the Shu Zhao army may be the dead man in the water house.
took 10,000 steps and said that because Shu Zhao and Beiliang were cut off by Chen Zhibao, even if the Xu family cavalry did not hold Beiliang in the end, those chess pieces in the water room would not be able to make merit in the end, but the worst, those people, It could only be with an unknown regret, slowly dying in the two places of Shu and Zhao. Rather than being like the present, such as wandering ghosts, exposed to broad daylight, not only Chen Zhibao knows their identities, but even Liyang Zhaogou may even begin to record files quietly, just waiting for the future to settle accounts after the fall.
For Su Su, Xu Fengnian can't talk about how to bear hatred. This young man is a matchmaking puppet who can't even throw his hand at the shopkeeper. Under the general trend, he can only follow the trend. In the two places of Shuzhao, Su Su pulled the blind luthier pretending to be a young hero, and wandering around the rivers and lakes wantonly, it is not a kind of emotion similar to drinking sorrow. Xu Fengnian can only admire the swordsmith of Qi, who once presented his new sword "Spring and Autumn" in front of him.
After all, Xu Fengnian was angry at Zhao Dingxiu's defection, but he resented his carelessness even more.
Sometimes, a king can prosper a nation or subdue a country with a word. The historian can decide whether a person will stay in history or a stinking person for thousands of years, and a military commander can decide life and death with a word.
Soldier, a major event in the country.
is no joke.
Perhaps the simple-minded Su Su was just guilty of his treachery with the old master. He could not think of the dead soldiers of the Northern Liang Dynasty who had been rooted in Shu Zhao for many years, and could not think of a deeper battle pattern. This young man from a noble background was born in Tianhuang. After all, since he was sensible, he only knew that he was an ordinary survivor who was waiting to die in Beimang. He only knew that the old master was a pedantic and stern old scholar, and that Uncle Qi was nothing more than a stronger blacksmith. What bells ringing and dining, what emperor Sheji, what Xishu emperor uncle dying to fight the city gate, what Xishu and the country to die together to crown the spring and autumn, except for the golden dragon brocade wrapped in infants, he did not pass through One day the prince was in a python suit, so he didn't understand the impassionedness at all.
Su Su secretly sniffed, showing his weakness and lack of ambition.
He only longs for the rivers and lakes, and doesn't like the kind of strange temple officialdom.
The tears that the former minister of the Su family saw when he saw him after the country's subjugation, the kind of bowing to bow, not only would not make this unambiguous young man feel happy, he would only feel that the heavy burden was placed on his shoulders.
Privately, he once laughed at his favorite blind female luthier: Su Su is useless.
I don’t know when, there is no Wei Miao Miao who came here with Su Su, the couple has already stood behind the swordsman surnamed Qi, invisibly separated from the flow of people. Especially when the Miao women in gorgeous costumes smiled and smashed the palm of an apprentice, the crowd just came to Wudang Mountain to burn incense and began to disperse the birds and beasts. Some arrogant martial arts are mostly not far away. But he also watched cautiously and coldly from a distance.
Wei Miao took a few steps forward, and said straight to the point: "The King of Shu wants me to give you a word, and it will be no problem to cross the border."
Xu Fengnian found that the swordsman surnamed Qi frowned, and he knew clearly, he asked: "When did he pass this sentence to you, before or after the change of Chunxue Tower?"
Wei Miao said indifferently: "I won't say, it doesn't matter."
Xu Fengnian ignored the well-known Nanzhao Grand Master, and looked at the swordsman surnamed Qi, "Also give me a word to Master Lu. The relationship between Beiliang and Shuzhao is no better than Beiliang. Unlike the Central Plains, once we can't hold the North City, Shu Zhao is destined to face the North Mang cavalry soon, so 20,000 people are the least, and must be elite, otherwise it will only be a disservice to our Beiliang, and it can only be To die."
The swordsmith surnamed Qi nodded.
The dust settled, Su Su was about to turn around and leave, when he heard the young prince smile and ask: "With so much money, it is the most expensive marriage contract in the world. Don't you try your luck?" /
Su Su still insisted on leaving, but someone caught her cuffs and turned her head to look around. Although she closed her eyes, she was obviously full of hope.
Su Su suddenly felt weak, walked back to the table sternly, held the bamboo tube, shook violently, and finally shook out a bamboo stick.
Xu Fengnian reached out and picked up the bamboo stick, glanced at it, and then showed a look of pity.
Su Su’s mood instantly fell to the bottom.
After the previous turmoil that suffered from internal injuries, the young man who was getting worse at this moment was no longer cynical, and his eyes were red.
Xu Fengnian sighed.
Su Su turned his head and squeezed a smile at the blind female luthier, "Let’s go, this sign doesn’t work."
Xue Songguan smiled and nodded.
Xu Fengnian raised his eyebrows, "Not working?!"
Su Su lost even the energy of bickering, and took her hand to leave.
I only heard a sentence coming from behind, "The thirty-ninth lottery,'I like the person, I am the person.' Signed. Oh, it turns out that it doesn't work."
Su Suru was struck by lightning and turned around to **** the marriage lottery from Xu Fengnian.
Xu Fengnian's arm holding the sign dodged high, "Give me money first, a hundred letters!"
Su Su glared at each other, "Receive the money?!"
Xu Fengnian's other hand, thumb and index finger, gently twisted, "If you don’t give money or not, you can’t see if you sign love."
Xue Songguan smiled, and silently took out a delicate purse of the weaver's beautiful embroidery, and asked to give it money.
Su Su grasped her wrist, stared at Xu Fengnian fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Is it really a good sign?"
Xu Fengnian lazily puts on a sentence: "Believe it or not."
Even the dull-tempered swordsman named Qi was a little unbearable. Our prince met this young feudal king, and it was really bad and sinful.
Xue Songguan still gave a hundred texts, but she stretched out her hand and spread her palm.
sign, no matter good or bad, she has to collect it.
At the same time, the current generation refers to the blind luthier who is second only to Deng Tai'a, the master of the profound realm, and is full of vigor.
She did not give the young lord the chance to change the bamboo sticks.
sign, no matter whether it is up or down, she wants the real one.
Xu Fengnian smiled and handed out the bamboo stick, Su Su grabbed it first, and then was stunned.
Xu Fengnian groaned.
Xue Songguan’s sad expression faded in a flash.
aware of her subtle changes, Su Su immediately woke up and said angrily: "The surname Xu! You **** with a thousand swords!"
Xu Fengnian laughed loudly, "I read it wrong. It is the 81st lottery. It is better than the lottery. It’s a lucky lottery!"
Xue Songguan suddenly raised her head, facing Su Su, her face was strange.
Su Su hugged her hard, crying, and said: "It's really a good sign, really!"
Xu Fengnian Youzaiyouzai shook his head and said: "Eighty-one sign,'Wife is also possible'!"
Xue Songguan broke away from Su Su's arms slightly, she turned sideways, her cheeks flushed, and then solemnly gave a blessing to the young prince.
may be grateful for him to set up a stall here to solve the lottery, and let Su Su shake out this good lottery that she never dreamed of.
may be fortunate that he did not die in the assassination in the alleys in the Beimang rain that year, and let himself know Su Su.
may be grateful for his retention at the last moment, which is tantamount to helping Su Su untie the knot in his heart.
Xu Fengnian waved his hand, jokingly: "Miss Xue, to be honest, this shortbread is really not worthy of you. He drew the lot, and of course it would be a good lot for good luck, but you are the official Xue Song. It's a real deal, so if you are here to draw the lottery, I dare to say that it must be next
sign. "
Su Su has been tossing Xu Fengnian with no energy left, and even the phrase "fuck your mother's shit" sounded soft and feeble.
Xu Fengnian beat down the dog: "Shortbread, since it's a good sign, I'll give another one hundred notes. It's a joyous thing, this little money can't be saved."
Su Su said nothing, leading Xue Songguan away.
Although he is the minister of the dragon after the old master Zhao Dingxiu, but the swordsman named Qi arrived in Shu Zhao, but never mixed up with military and political affairs. He hugged Xu Fengnian to bid farewell, and Xu Fengnian also got up and hugged his fists to send him off.
Since we meet in the rivers and lakes, then we are different from the rivers and lakes.
There are only rivers and lakes, no temples.
After the Spring and Autumn Period, there were two great master battles, which made Liyang Jianghu most fascinated.
In a battle between Li Chungang and Wang Xianzhi on the East China Sea.
A battle of Xinliang King Xu Fengnian, Peach Flower Sword God Deng Tai'a, and the great official Cao Changqing, three fighting in Tai'an City.
As for the battle between Tuoba Bodhisattva and Deng Tai'a, or Xu Fengnian and Tuoba Bodhisattva fought for thousands of miles in the Western Regions, because there are not many bystanders, it is far less powerful than the former.
Before today, the hut was even more lonely. There are only a handful of three spectators, and they are not the kind of Taoist people who like to play with their tongues. Presumably in the end, most of the world will not hear about this peak conflict.
But on both sides of the battle, one was a monk who used to be a monk in white to enjoy the reputation of the world, and the other was the mainstay of the country who held half of the power of the dynasty. He certainly didn't care about those vain names.
Gu Jiantang suddenly laughed blankly, retracted his palm, shook his head, and stopped talking.
Bai Yu squinted his eyes, and asked in a low voice curiously: "Why don't you fight?"
Qi Xianxia said calmly: "It's over."
Bai Yu was stunned, "Why, nowadays, fighting is more popular than fighting?"
Qi Xianxia stood upright under the eaves. From his direction, although only the back of the monk in white can be seen, Qi Xianxia can still rely on the subtle tremors of that snow-white robe, as fast as thunder, but was forced by Li beware Depress it.
Abbot’s world.
A robes, that is, a small world.
The world is just Bai Yu and Han Gui can’t see clearly. If you are in it, it will be turned upside down.
To put it simply, Gu Jiantang seems to understate the power of a single knife, if he is replaced by another person, at the foot of the mountain, he will be destroyed by the mountain, at the mouth of the river, Dajiang It will be flooded by sea water for dozens of miles.
The string of beads on the chest of the white monk slowly calmed down.
At this moment, the top of a large peak in the north of the Great Lotus Peak shattered and the sound was heavy and thunderous.
Gu Jiantang said helplessly: "Be careful, Li, isn't this inappropriate?"
The white-clothed monk smiled and said: "I'm sorry, after the poor monk went up the mountain, watching the Taoist priests punch every morning, they also learned something, and learned those four or two strokes."
said embarrassedly, but the middle-aged monk did not seem to be embarrassed at all.
Gu Jiantang gave a cold snort.
The white-clothed monk hesitated for a while, and said with a serious expression: "The strength is great, and Wang Xianzhi's one-off ten will be the same. It is the same as Wang Xianzhi. You can also get him injured. Of course you want to rely on this. It is still unrealistic to beat Wang Xianzhi."
Gu Jiantang asked calmly: "Just so?"
The white-clothed monk laughed and said: "Of course, the most important thing is that you can lose popularity with this move. If you cut seven or eight knives one after another, Wang Xianzhi will also fall sharply, otherwise I won't take you with this one. Dial to the mountain behind by cleverness."
Gu Jiantang proudly said: "I can make twelve knives in a row!"
The white-clothed monk didn’t have a good air: "Do you think you have the celestial body physique inherited from Gao Shulu with the surname Xu? And at the same time, Wudang Rhubarb Court, whose vitality is constantly flowing? Wang Xianzhi can smash to death with three or four punches. You!"
Gu Jiantang sneered.
The white-clothed monk touched his bald head, "You really don’t believe me. You really know how powerful Wang Xianzhi is. There are only a handful of them. Li Chungang, Xu Fengnian, plus one Hong Xixiang at most, others can’t even wait for Deng Tai A and Cao Changqing. A thorough understanding, after all, those two people have never really had a life-death struggle with Wang Xianzhi. Also, even if the poor monk does not use the essence of Wudang boxing, standing still and letting you chop twelve swords, the poor monk's figure can still be as strong as a mountain. It’s just that I’m going to do things myself in the near future, and I can’t lose my strength here."
Gu Jiantang was silent.
The white-clothed monk sighed: "Gu Jiantang, if you can be obsessed with the sword without any distraction, you might not have the chance to fight for the first person of the day."
Gu Jiantang returned to normal color, and smiled: "In the eyes of Gu, the knife can only be a murder weapon on the battlefield. It is used to compete for the reputation of the world, and it is too bad."
The sword is very romantic in the arena, and the sword is full of blood in the battlefield.
This may be the true cognition from the heart of General Gu Jiantang.
Gu Jiantang finally asked: "I want to know, who can break your King Kong physique in the world?"
The white-clothed monk touched his head, stretched out three fingers, "Deng Tai'a's Tai'a sword."
Gu Jiantang nodded, he had already guessed it.
The white-clothed monk continued: "The snoring of the poor monk's wife."
Gu Jiantang took a deep breath.
left without saying hello.
The third person, he doesn't want to know anymore.
The white-clothed monk still babbled and said: "Then it’s the gavel in the hands of the poor monk’s daughter, who likes to use her father’s head as a wooden fish. The girl doesn’t know how to feel sorry for her father, so it hurts to be a father naturally."
Bai Yu and Han Gui smiled at each other.
The world is difficult, and it doesn't seem to be difficult in front of the white-clothed monk Li Danxin.
Han Gui suddenly looked bitter and said: "Sir, that damaged mountain?"
The white-clothed monk turned his head and smiled and said: "Look for someone surnamed Xu for money to repair!"
Han Gui thought for a while, "It's also a good way."
As the governor of Liangzhou, Bai Yu hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No matter what, no matter! Our Beiliang is running out of money now!"
Not long after Gu Jiantang left~IndoMTL.com~The group of people who went to buy rouge returned earlier than expected.
At the back of the trail, Tong Qingxin Yufu and the two children are secretly happy.
The first three people, Li Dongxi pulls Wu Nanbei's ears, and Li beware of his daughter-in-law's ears.
The woman said angrily and angrily: "Plum, are you still the mother's daughter? If it weren't for you to take the stupid Nanbei and listen to you talking about the rivers and lakes, it would delay time, otherwise he would go to Yuqing to watch early, and he would not be able to buy smoked willows. The swallows from the square?!"
Li Xiong tugged at the ears of Stupid Nanbei, and said angrily: "Blame you! You said all the Yanliufang Mianyan branches! I don't know how to say it earlier!"
Wu Nanbei grieved and said: "Sir, Li Zi, I never thought that Master had hidden the silver privately."
The three of them looked at the white monk together.
The middle-aged monk put his hands together, looked up at the sky, and muttered: "Blessed by the Buddha, I can have food tonight."
At this time, no one in the audience knew that the string of Buddhist beads on the chest of the white-clothed monk Li beware. In fact, the string of 108 mahogany beads strung together, not only because of perennial wear and tear, but also because of Gu Jiantang’s knife Dissipated like smoke.
Although there is no cord, the prayer beads are still in a string, and it was Li Cao that made it in one go.
The world is impermanent.
Be careful as usual.
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