The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 42: Selling charcoal grandpa and grandson selling charcoal girls
He Xinliang Chapter 42 Selling Charcoal Ye Sun Selling Charcoal Girl[Update Time]:2013-09-2221:46:36[Words]:3146
Xu Fengnian holds the cup in one hand and covers the cup in the other. A mark on the center of the eyebrow changes from red to purple, and the people who accompany the drinkers can only be the unremarkable Sanxian who is groaning, clinking glasses and drinking, and dare not disturb. Zhang Chunlin has always been above the top. With the martial arts status of Youyan Mountain Villa, he is outstanding, and he is born with a good skin. He is only in etiquette for the ordinary women who admire him. After seeing the woman in purple clothes who was as cold as frost and snow, she became infatuated for a moment, but she did not know what the relationship between her and her benefactor was. The woman sighed softly, Zhang Dongling had a rough temper, and didn't have enough time to observe the details of words and colors, so she just wanted to exchange cups with Cao Duan's two world-famous friends. Xu Fengnian exhaled a long and leisurely breath. Cao Yu and Duan Mao turned their heads and looked strange. They saw the mist drifting like white snakes, turning their heads and tails in the air, and the snow melted wherever they went. Xiaofen, Xu Fengnian put down his wine glass and got up suddenly, said goodbye, and walked straight to Chixue courtyard. He did not enter through the courtyard gate. His steps were floating, almost staggering forward. He hesitated for a moment with his hideous face and swept away in the air. The root feather arrow fell straight into the lake and sank to the bottom of the lake.
I don’t know the truth here in Zizhulin. They looked at each other, and they all saw the confusion in the other person’s eyes. Is it possible that this is the rumors of the world’s sword breath like a dragon?
Wang Xiaoping has held a sword for the first time since he went up the mountain. He has shown outstanding talent among many Wudang brothers. He has always been regarded as an excellent sword embryo born as a sword. He himself has insisted on dying for the sword one day in the future. . Carrying a three-handed sword with a small barking cut deer head in Youyan Mountain Villa, the sword idiot slowly came to the lake to guard the lake surface for the young people at the bottom of the lake. When Xu Fengnian went to Wudang, Wang Xiaoping didn’t take it seriously. A shameless dude went to the mountain to practice knives. What kind of prowess he could learn. The senior brother didn’t hesitate to use a rhubarb court cultivation base to exchange for the four characters "Wudang Dangxing", even more so. Wang Xiaoping was full of anger and anger, so he went down the mountain to sharpen his sword's heart, begging to keep everything out of sight. Today, regardless of Zhenwu's identity, and not to mention the foreshadowing of Wudang Mountain, Wang Xiaoping can't say that Xu Fengnian has much favor, but in terms of pure martial arts history, he does have some appreciation.
Zu Lu once said, my generation is cultivating, and I don’t want to become an actor's watchdog.
Wang Xiaoping sat cross-legged and sat down till dawn.
Three hundred miles to the south of Youyan Villa is the south of the Yangtze River.
A sudden and continuous heavy snow, wrapped in silver and covered with fox fur. In the cold and snowy night, an old man in black walks on white, with his hands in his sleeves and hides him. The place he walks is not in front of the village and no shop in the back. The nearest village where he rests on his feet is also thirty miles away. The average old man is almost impossible. To freeze to death in this snowy field, but looking at the way the elderly walks, they look like a martial arts practitioner. Although there are not too many masters and domineering arrogance, it should not be cold to death on the road. The old man wore a wide-sleeved black robe, a pair of thick brocade boots soaked in snow, his head covered with frosty white hair, and the snow kept falling, but it was like adding snow on top of the frosty hair, with a sense of desertedness.
The old man walked expressionlessly, with no one in his eyes. Even if a dozen immortals in white clothes floated by, like a flying hung on the mud, they still turned a blind eye, not to mention one of the young women carrying a hundred flying swords behind her. With the awe-inspiring swordsman, the old man in black just looked straight ahead. In this way, the qi practitioners who have always been detached from the mundane took a few more glances. After looking at it, she was still unpredictable, and the head of the old woman gently flicked her sleeves and pushed a slightly paused sect junior a few meters away, but she stopped, covered with snow, there was no way to go, but this one Outside of Youyan Villa, the old woman who was still unable to fight Xu Fengnian's battles, actually had a younger generation to meet a senior, so he avoided the humility of one side, and practiced the qiman in two strokes, one of which had already swept away the black-clothed old man. The line behind the old woman is still in a straight line, not to mention that the barefooted woman who controls the sword has her eyeballs ticking, and her face is incomprehensible. Even the disciple of Guanyinzong who has realized the sword is also a little surprised, let alone. The rest of the gas trainers who had been on this trip all looked at the old man who passed by.
The black-clothed old man stopped abruptly and did not turn his head, but everyone noticed that this tall black robe had a ray of energy, and firmly locked the Zongmen Dripping Guanyin.
The old woman's face is as usual, but her feet are deep in the snow.
In an instant, like an old demon, the black-robed man withdrew his Qi machine, looked up to the north, and moved on after a blink of an eye. 【Book Fan Group 1681655】
The old woman, who is the powerful elder of the Guanyin Sect, breathed a sigh of relief. The previous group of trainers wandered back and surrounded the old woman. They were all a little horrified. The old woman and the black-clothed man disappeared from the field of vision. This word broke the secret: "It's Han Diao Temple."
The youngest but the most senior barefoot woman laughed and said: "Human cats, I heard the junior sister mentioned, because she is good at referring to the mysterious celestial phenomena, so she is Han Wudi under the land gods. Dripping, how to stare You?"
The old woman's mouth was astringent, and she was silent. It was the finger-sword-training man who was like a beautiful woman from the family, uttering his words to explain the confusion, "Master, you don’t know. The reason why this dog is relegated to the human cat is notorious for the Spring and Autumn Period. Xu Xiao is the three major demon of the world. Except for Han Shengxuan, he is the first **** of the Liyang Dynasty and the most trusted close attendant of the emperor of the Zhao family. Also because he has always liked to kill first-class masters. Among the four great masters of the previous generation, let the world train. The Red Armor of the Rune General, who was helpless by Shidu, was stripped of the rune armor by Han Shengxuan with his bare hands, tore his body, and hung his head on the flagpole. Mang Ding Wu Criticism is probably a pattern of evenness. If it weren’t for the number of King Kong realms who had been secretly killed by the great **** in the past two to three decades, several of them would have been made into cruel runes, resulting in the entire rivers and lakes. It will hurt your vitality, otherwise, the Liyang Dynasty will definitely not only have five people on the list of the ten people in the world out of Wuping!"
The beautiful woman carefully glanced at the old woman, "Uncle Master realized from the celestial realm that there are three magical powers, including holding a bottle of dripping water, which may have been seen by Han Diaosi, but I don’t know why in the end it didn’t make a move."
The young woman gave a cry, gently kicked the snow with her foot, her eyes clear, and she was eager to try.
The man who sits on the lake but makes a fool of himself snorted coldly, "No matter how invincible humans and cats are, they are not truly invincible, otherwise they would not be entered into the palace repeatedly by Cao Guanzi. How dare he provoke our Guanyin Sect alone? ."
The typical bottom frog style, there is no shortage of this kind of goods in the big gates all the time, but the well head is only slightly larger, and it is considered to be equal to the breadth of the world. However, although Guanyinzong said that he was lonely in the South China Sea, he really had this kind of foundation to leave his eyes alone and disregard the arena. It's just that, against Han Diao Temple, which is one of the few in the hands of top-notch masters, the madness of this gas trainer is a bit out of date.
The old woman did not help the younger generations to underestimate the land arena, shook his head, and bluntly said: "Han Shengxuan really wants to kill people. Only the suzerain in this sect can fight after he leaves, and the chance of winning is extremely small."
As soon as he said this, there was no sound.
The old man in black walked until dawn and came to the outside of Shenwu City, a major town in the south of the Yangtze River. Before the gate was opened, he waited quietly outside and mixed with some people who came to the market from outside the city. At night, there is a foot of snow in the city and outside the city. At dawn, a poorly clothed old villager drove a car to burn charcoal and ran across the ice rutzi post road. In order to sell a good price, the people and the ox cart obviously came early and left the gate. There is still a while after the cancellation, the old man who sells charcoal knows that the winter snow is heavy, he got out of the car and stamped his feet severely, shivering, reluctant to take his shoes to sweep the snow, bent down and swept out a small clearing by the side of the ox cart with his hand, and then he hugged him. The young grandson with a torn cotton felt hat above his head made him stand in a snow-free circle. The old and the young depend on each other for life. Whoever is away is not at ease. He can only grit his teeth and carry the bitter cold in the snowy day. . The child was dark-skinned and skinny, relying on an ox cart to block the cold, not forgetting to stand on his heels, holding one of his grandfather's hands, trying to help rub the heat.
The literati of Qiu Pijin can ride the snowy weather, surround the furnace with poems, raging on the coals, warm like spring, and can groan after drinking and eating. Why can we see the sun and spring when the winter is not serious? What new pen? Lazy to mention, the tandoor wine is new and warm, but few people know that poor people will be so miserable that they can't bend their fingers in this deadly weather. The silver-haired old man in black glanced at the head of the city, and then at the pair of grandsons selling charcoal, his eyes did not see the slightest fluctuation. Since he is not a member of the palace, he ignores the arena and does not kill the arena. After leaving the palace, he ignored the situation for the least, otherwise, with his temper, he met the group of training men who did not want to be attached to the court last night, especially the old woman, who had already cut his head.
For him, it is no longer the Han Diao Temple of the imperial palace, but Han Shengxuan, the **** who abandoned himself.
Before the poor woman died, ~IndoMTL.com~ entrusted Zhao Kai to him instead of entrusting it to the emperor of the Zhao family. The kindness of a meal is enough to make Han Shengxuan, who is the most clear-cut in his life, repay him with death.
Han Shengxuan's eyes winked. 【Book Fan Group 1681655】
The city gate slowly opened, and a woman in white came over, walked to the back of the bullock cart, and pushed the cart quietly. 【Book Fan Group 1681655】
The old man selling charcoal noticed the strangeness, he sighed, and pulled the old cow, stopped the charcoal cart, the young child with frostbite and blood on his fingers jumped out of the cart, and saw the fairy sister at the back of the cart with a stunned expression.
The woman stood still and asked with a smile: "Why isn't the bullock cart leaving?"
The little child dared not speak, but the sister in front of him was so pretty.
The Grand Master of the Guanyin Sect bent over and touched his head, smiled and said softly: "I'm selling Tan Niu, how about you?"
The young boy hid his hands behind him, timidly replied: "The water's edge."
, he blushed and added, "My mother gave birth to me by the water."
The woman laughed and said: "Then you call me to sell the charcoal sister."
Where does the kid have this courage, hey, no, dare not answer, trot back to the front, hiding beside his grandfather. The barefoot woman leaped lightly and spread it on a rag on a car of charcoal, sitting quietly, and the old cow moved forward more and more briskly.
Han Shengxuan, who had been full of murderous intent, retracted his hand, did not enter the city.
wait for Xu Fengnian quietly.