The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 4: Mianshou 300
Chapter 4, the first three hundred faces
Update time: 2013-03-17
People from the rivers and lakes go straight back and forth, and the surname Xu gets the present report immediately. In addition to catching a spit, he was also stayed in the cheapest small and small house in the inn with a gang of the least experienced. Xu Fengnian remained silent about this. There is no objection to the sound. The guy who had **** with him is called Wang Dashi, but his physique and personality are completely opposite in name. He is short and thin as a bamboo pole. Not only is he not as smelly and hard as the stone in the pit, he is very cowardly and docile. It's just that his father died in a gang fight in his early years, and he was considered deadly loyal to the Yulong Gang. The old gang leader Liu missed this sentiment and tried to reject the public opinion and put the poorly rooted Wang Dashi into the gang.
Although this young man doesn’t have the slightest talent for martial arts, he is willing to endure hardships and is extremely diligent. Hard work and no complaints, there have been a few big baskets of bullying in recent years, but this kid is naturally optimistic, hehehehe, never complaining about bitterness, and once in the gang Liu Nirong accidentally saw him being bullied too much, so he paid extra attention, yes. Wang Dashi took care of it a little bit, which made Wang Dashi’s condition slightly improved. This trip, the ichthyosaur gang lined with small hills, Wang Dashi was willing to squeeze a smile on Xu Fengnian, probably because of the same illness. This time I lived with Xu Fengnian. In the first room, Wang Dashi didn’t need to worry about the faces of the seniors and uncles. After closing the door, he took the initiative to call out Mr. Xu. He also took out the special Xiqizi cake in Daomaguan, which he bought in the downtown area. He actually bought two copies. The portion on the bright side is more than one catty, and it is hidden in secret. The former is naturally scrapped by the seniors. If it is not, Wang Dashi, who likes cakes, will not even be able to eat these three and two delicacies even if he spends money. , This is Wang Dashi's little shrewdness in his hard work.
In front of the taciturn Young Master Xu, Wang Dashi obviously had a strong inferiority complex that was so strong that he did not know how to hide it. He took out all the fine chess pieces wrapped in grease-paper and asked with a blushing face: "Xu Young Master, have a taste ?"
Xu Fengnian shook his head. Wang Dashi was not surprised either. He sat at the table and started to eat for himself. Then, several seniors pushed in without knocking on the door. Wang Dashi turned his head in amazement and swallowed that mouthful of cakes subconsciously. I only knew that it was over. The seniors knew that he had hidden the pastry privately, and they would definitely have to press his head to climb the crotch again in the future.
Three five big and three rough seniors entered the room and searched on the dumbfounded Wang Dashi. There were no results. One of the seniors was discouraged and angered Wang Dashi. He slapped his forehead and cursed:" Your kid didn't secretly black out a few pieces of cakes. Are you **** stupid or stupid?! Caused Lao Tzu to lose half a tael of silver to the little pepper that Li Dou, and say yes, this half tael of silver should be paid by you. I sent the money in a few days, and you quickly returned it to the brother, have you heard?!"
The confused Wang Dashi nodded his head, the brother didn’t forget to slap again before leaving, and slammed the door, "Unlucky!"
Wang Dashi and the other brothers walked away, tied the door like a thief, and then put their ears on the door, without hearing the footsteps, only then hung up in shock, wiped his mouth, and smiled secretly with rejoicing. He didn't have the slightest amount of cakes that he paid to buy, it should be his consciousness. This kind of mud that can't support the wall seems to be bullied. It's a strange thing if there are 30 years in the east and 30 years in the Hexi. Wang Dashi glanced at the empty tabletop and was dumbfounded. At this time, Xu Fengnian raised his hand and put the missing cakes that he had touched at the moment of his death on the table again. Wang Dashi ran back to the table and sat down, tearing with gratitude and not knowing how to speak.
Xu Fengnian, who has done a good deed invisibly, is still expressionless. He is not close to Wang Dashi, but just pulls the chair to the window position and closes his eyes to rest, as if an old monk enters Ding.
In the first-class wing, Liu Nirong sat around the table with her master Xiao Qiang, Ke Qing Gongsun Yang, and a steward named Hong.
Xiao Qiang, who has a double sword on the table, chuckled softly: "Ni Rong, please tell me carefully about the swordsmanship of the swordsman in white. The little rascals are so vague that they can't tell the least of their eyebrows. "
Liu Nirong and Xiao Qiang have been practicing swords for many years, and since childhood, their grandfather Liu Lao’s gang has fought against all kinds of masters. Among them, there are many masters in swordsmanship. They have a unique vision. Use your fingers as a sword and draw slowly while hanging in the air.
Xiao Qiang is not a swordsman with a reputation. He has two swords in a scabbard. The most powerful thing is that the two swords of the child and mother can take advantage of the momentum to whirl around like two swallows within one foot of the scabbard. This is of course not that. The superb kendo's supernatural powers, but clever sword moves. Xiao Qiang's self-deprecation is completely inaccessible to the master of kendo, but in the eyes of the Yulong Gang, it is already a very mysterious ability. Even the well-informed Liu Nirong also sincerely admires it. A single sword revolves in the range of three feet, and it is ineffective, and it is useless to fight the enemy.
Xiao Qiang is one of the few masters of the Yulong Gang who can rank second in Lingzhou martial arts. He is not far from the first line of Liu Lao’s gang leader. He is the veritable first swordsman in the gang. He, Xiao Qiang is not a misunderstanding.
Xiao Qiang heard Liu Nirong finished the martial arts competition, and smiled: "If the teacher did not guess wrong, then the swordsman in white is Cheng Yiche, who is very popular on the border. He thought it was a three-legged cat kung fu fooling the people, but he never thought it was true. For some Taoism, it’s a pity that this person is in a hurry. Otherwise, he can really talk about the swordsmanship. If I can join my Yulong Gang as a guest, that would be a good thing."
Liu Nirong sighed lightly: "It's a pity."
Xiao Qiang glanced at the dull-looking Gongsun Yang, and said with a smile: "This Cheng Yiche is tall but tall. Compared to our old boring gourd, he is still inferior. Ni Rong, your uncle grandson..."
Gongsun Yang lifted his eyelids laboriously, with a look that the ancient well was not waved, interrupted his old friend Xiao Qiang’s exposing the bottom, waved his hand and said: "If there is nothing, don't mention it."
Xiao Qiang said helplessly: "I haven't said this yet!"
Gongsun Yang bent over and stood up, whispered: "Miss, I'll go back to the room first."
Liu Nirong got up to see him off, but Gongsun Yang shook his head and stopped him. He walked out of the house alone. The ichthyosaur gang knows that this big guest is suffering from damp poison on the right toe, and the difficulty of walking is the second thing. It is said that he can't pull the root of his shoes when he sleeps, so he walks slightly and doesn’t show up very much. Among those senior figures, this one didn’t even accept one apprentice. He only heard that the old guy could perform the stunt of five arrows, but no one had the chance to witness it with his own eyes. I don’t know if it’s just a prestige. When Gongsun Yang left, Xiao Qiang revealed some secret past events, and Liu Nirong learned that Gongsun Yang once rode into the city, grabbing the city gate with both hands and holding a fierce horse in the air. If this is true, Uncle Gongsun has not lost her grandfather at all at the peak, but I don’t know whether her realm cultivation has regressed in these years. After a long period of time, re-wiping will no longer be round and pearly. The so-called old pearl yellow is this principle. The pearl also has a life, and the martial arts realm also has a spirituality that can only be expected and cannot be said, and it cannot withstand any extravagance.
Xiao Qiang hesitated for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "Ni Rong, I saw a familiar figure on the street as a teacher today."
Liu Nirong's heart jumped, and she asked in a low voice: "Is the master's enemy?"
Xiao Qiang nodded: "If one is not tricky, I am afraid that several people will gather together."
Liu Nirong calmly smiled and said: "What are you afraid of? The inn is just such a distance away from the pass. They dare to blatantly make trouble. Besides, there is the finale of Master and Uncle Gongsun, this group of rats, come one to kill one, and two Kill one pair, come and kill all three."
Xiao Qiang was also infected by Liu Nirong’s tone. He burst into a heroic spirit that was once obscured by the twilight atmosphere. He smiled and said: "My generation of swordsman should have this pride. Ni Rong, you will definitely be better than a teacher in the future. Don’t stop there!"
Liu Nirong smiled slightly.
But when night fell, the Yulong Gang couldn't laugh.
's original intention was to live in a busy city, so that the crumbs who were hiding in the dark were scrupulous, and who knew they were caught in an urn.
Liu Nirong stood at the window, her face was pale, and the torches outside the inn shone like the night in the dark. There were as many as three forces that attempted to fight the Yulong Gang. One was the enemy of the second gang leader Xiao Qiang. There were five or six people. Not riding a horse. Obviously, he was going to take advantage of Xiao Qiang's golden basin to wash his hands for the last time to walk the rivers and lakes, to avenge this grudge. Jianghu has its own unwritten rules. There are basically three rules. The first golden rule is that several generations of hatred can be repaid by descendants, but generally it does not harm the wives and daughters, causing the killing of the family. Not to mention the wanted by the government, the people in the martial arts will also Shameless, chivalrous man, as far as he can, is more likely to take a lesson. Another day is to be a teacher and be a father for life, not to mention the "three-surname domestic slaves" who change the door at will, just change to a master. No matter what the reason, it will be a life-long stain. Therefore, the worship of a teacher is almost a person in the world The most important thing, not to lose the scholars and crowns in Shilin~IndoMTL.com~ The third is that once the retreat ceremony is finished, the golden basin is placed, and the bowl of water is poured out, then the ordinary grievances will be nullified. .
The second force is not unexpected. It is a woman who has a sack during the day, and everyone rides a horse.
The last wave made the ichthyosaur gang desperate, and felt that the thunder was thunderous. It turned out to be the Grand Prince Zhou Ziru of the deputy Lieutenant Guanai Zhechong. He followed him with eight or nine cavalry horses and more than twenty foot soldiers.
Zhou Ziru’s handsome face gleamed in the light of the fire, and Liu Nirong on the second floor looked at each other, and slowly said: "Catch the bandits, the idlers and others will retreat by themselves."
The mink-flip-headed woman has no words and deeds, and she doesn’t shy away whether the inn fish dragon gang will hear her, she said diligently: "Zhou son, say yes, that woman surnamed Liu belongs to you, her single-handed brother Son, don’t hurt anything."
Zhou Ziru frowned and did not reply.
The woman who was vaguely unhappy tugged at the corners of her mouth, pressed down the irreverent words that had reached her lips, and sat on the horse charmingly and lazily, with one hand resting on her waist, her index finger tapping the pattern on the jade belt buckle rhythmically head.
On this border, who can escape the palm of this lady?
Why can men sit on three thousand beauties in the harem and not allow our women to have the first three hundred faces?
Miss Ben just wants it!
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