The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 57: The bird rides the eagle
Chapter 57, Sparrow Riding an Eagle
Update time: 2013-04-27
A ignorant girl stepped on the man’s waist and raised her hips and sat. You can’t expect her to be good at equestrianism in this regard. Xu Fengnian is familiar with it. He was just like a chaste martyr just a moment ago. She kept saying she should respect herself. But when she saw her taking the initiative, she immediately changed her face, praising me to come and **** herself without any ambiguity. The wild fornication, lying on the ground, wantonly insulting the Beimang woman, how weak is the son of the Northern Liang family? Xu Fengnian has seen many such wealthy scholars who have no power to restrain the chicken. He thinks that riding on the fat body of a prostitute born in Beimang in the brothel bed, he can be comparable to the soldiers who sent troops to kill the enemy. Xu Fengnian She looked at the herder girl who was crying and laughing with clear eyes, and stopped the action that was mostly acting. She undoubtedly had a pair of aura eyes, not the kind of intelligence that pointed directly at the human heart, but did not touch the dust and did not recognize the dirty The purity of her eyes, this kind of woman's eyes, is destined to be like a clear lake on the grassland beside her, sooner or later she will dissipate in the yellow sand. See you this year, you may not see each other again in the coming year. Even if she is the golden branches and leaves of the fallen grassland, even if she returns to the palace, what good will it have? Although Xu Fengnian had no clothes and faded away and came to a frank and charming thought to meet each other, he was not allowed to take a small advantage in his hand? He smiled and shook her head. While signalling her to relax, she held her extremely elastic waist with both hands. In an unruly posture, the two looked at each other. The so-called thief’s so-called slashing of the beauties at the waist was probably At this time, Xu Fengnian’s true portrayal, no matter how innocent the girl is, the woman is already precocious, no matter how innocent of the world, she is not a fool at all, and she also knows where her soft **** is suppressed. Shepherd riding a sheep will never be so embarrassed. This is not the desire of the woman in the dust to deliberately provoke people's hearts. It is Xu Fengnian's long-standing flowers and leaves that are not touched, and he also feels that those subjugated monarchs who have not reigned since then are not wronged.
Xu Fengnian slipped his hands down quietly, and squeezed it naturally. This is a skill that makes perfect. After three years of travel, it was this ingenious technique that made Wen Hua's boy admire the ground. Unfortunately, this guy's understanding is worse than that of His Royal Highness. After tens of thousands of miles, I can’t stretch the righteous face of that moral person. Unfortunately, he has a face of irritable gangsters. Every time I get courage to go to the city to wipe the oil, I will inevitably have to ask Xu Fengnian to come out to save the scene. Hua cooperated with the slobber at the corner of his mouth, and then said that he was the dementia brother in the family. The weak-tempered girl would be soft-hearted, and the more pungent would have to punch and kick, and Xu Fengnian would also be hurt by Chi Yu. The latter was Xuanyuan Qingfeng the most. Reluctant to be forgiving, and chased down several streets with an evil servant, it is no wonder that Wen Hua especially holds grudges against this lady. The girl didn't speak, but her eyes widened. The most unbearable thing Xu Fengnian has in her life except for the crying of women is this kind of clean eyes, so she shrinks her hands and yells, "You are allowed to ride a horse, and you are not allowed to flatter me. Huh?"
The girl who is not used to verbal puns thought about it for a while, and when she figured out the meaning, she was awkwardly shy of being late. Seeing her naive, Xu Fengnian became more unable to lower her hand, sat up, hugged her, and sniffed lightly. The scent of her green silk felt the tender trembling of her virgin body, sighed, and slowly let go. The customs of Beimang are bold and unrestrained. There are both the law-permissible release of stealing days and the custom of robbing marriage, as well as the remarriage of the woman whose sister died and the wife and stepmother report to the widow. They were all critics of Beimang by the Central Plains scholars. Great reason. Xu Fengnian picked her up and placed it beside him, Heng Chunlei on his lap, staring at the lake in a daze. The twenty-eight beauties are like crisp bodies. They teach the hero to enter the grave. They may be replaced by any other man who has suffered from internal injuries. When encountering such a stunning man, she has already taken advantage of her half-pushing and half-pushing. The egg doesn't recognize people, touches the crotch and laughs at the common people, how romantic. It’s just that His Royal Highness, who is beginning to be melancholic again, turned his head and smiled: "If you were Pei Nanwei or Yu Youwei, it would be great."
There is no woman in the world who likes to be compared face-to-face by a man with her. Although a girl is ignorant, she also understands the seriousness of the words. She doesn't dare to express her grievances and just turns her head.
Xu Fengnian stood up, with some cares in his heart, to see if he could help the group of fleeing herders who were killed according to the law settle down. If there is a chance to return safely in the future, it is a big deal to take her back to Beiliang Prince's Mansion, and I don’t want to say whether it’s a vase or a mouthful. It’s good to be seductive. I will comment on the top ten beauties in the future. If you smash some silver and work a little bit, she will definitely be on the list. A very pleasant thing. Eat her right now, will you take her northward next? If you eat it but don't bring it, Xu Fengnian doesn't want to hear that she has become a forbidden news in the tent. After a long illness and becoming a doctor, His Royal Highness, who has been slapped by Shu shame countless times, has also learned some fur and disfigurement techniques. Can tribal herders not reveal their secrets? Especially some young people who have left their hometowns with resentment, they will not be together for the sake of wealth and even a few bags of silver to win new and vigilant favors. People's hearts are repeatedly unpredictable. Even if he saves the entire tribe, Xu Fengnian doesn't feel that he can sit back and relax, and ask them to Desperately be a matchmaking puppet. Xu Fengnian thought for a while, prepared to stay for a few days in this ill-fated herder tribe, and asked: "What is your name?"
She whispered: "Huyan Guanyin."
Xu Fengnian knows that many civilians in Beimang worship Buddha and believe in Buddha. Many people like to take the name Bodhisattva Maitreya Manjusri as the name. It is not uncommon. If it is in the Spring and Autumn Central Plains, the name is too big to be regarded as unknown. In Beimangdu It is very common to make fine prints in this way, and even women’s attire is deeply affected. The winter moon is painted with yellow objects to appear golden. It is called Buddha makeup. It is only washed away when the spring is warm. The envoys of the Liyang Dynasty first saw Beimang. Most of the women were yellow-faced, thinking they were sick with miasma. After returning, they wrote poems and ridiculed them, which spread to the government and the public. Later, the two countries exchanged each other before they knew the truth and became a big joke.
Xu Fengnian asked her to take her to the tribal camp. Regarding the customs of Beimang, she had done solid homework before going to the north. Huyan was a noble family on the grassland, similar to the Tuoba clan, second only to the two royals of Yelu Murong. The surname of the country originated from the imperial gift of Jinkouyi, the mang master who is well versed in the Central Plains culture a hundred years ago. Presumably, the Xiti on this tribe is a descendant of the Huyan clan, but the surname is Xuanhe, which does not mean that any surname is Huyan. It is a nobleman. Beimang has a strict hierarchy and is not inferior to the Liyang Dynasty. The people are divided into four classes. Originally, there were only two classes of Beimang native and Chunqiu survivors. The opposition was fierce and there were numerous disputes. Under the survivors, there are actually some criminals or stubborn tribes forced into the territory of Beimang by force. The number of them is relatively small, but even so obviously, the Chunqiu survivors are all grateful. Nature, let alone more than that, she has become a master, and the female emperor has great grace, so what else is not enough? Of course, people are divided into four classes, and the small group of powerful people in their respective ranks, regardless of wealth or status, are far beyond comparison.
Xu Fengnian muttered to himself: "Tuoba Bodhisattva, Huyan Guanyin, the names are all very interesting. Is there Yelu Maitreya, Murong Fuxian?"
She said softly: "Yes."
Xu Fengnian rolled his eyes and snapped a finger on her forehead in a funny way, "I don’t know anything about words and expressions. Just your elm-headed melon. I really went to the imperial account in the imperial city. Princess princess."
She raised her voice slightly, which may be regarded as a big protest, "I was not."
Xu Fengnian squeezed her chin, and joked: "You said it is not? Then I said I am Emperor Beimang, I am Emperor Beimang?"
She blushed and retorted solemnly: "Your Majesty the Emperor is a woman."
Xu Fengnian said with emotion that the chicken and the duck talked about it, and no longer reasoned with her. Together with her, she went to the herdsmen tribe, and she seemed to be regarded as a god. Xu Fengnian rescued more than 20 people in the valley like an immortal. After that, she blocked the herd. In addition, an old Buddha-like monk helped fuel the flames, whether young or old. Piously kneeling on the ground, the elderly patriarch shed tears, as if all the grievances that had been migrating for thousands of miles were wiped out. The Beimang folkways are simple and true to words, unlike the celebrities of the Liyang dynasty who believe in Huang Lao in prosperous times, and fled to Zen in troubled times. Escape the door, how to protect yourself, how comfortable and how to come anyway. Only Huyan Guanyin in the clan knew a little bit of the Southern Dynasty language, so she told her that she learned that this young Bodhisattva would stay in the tribe for a few days. It was all very joyful. Those young children and young girls were even more cheering, except for Huyan Guanyin. There were also a few young girls who were rescued by Xu Fengnian to the top of the mountain. The autumn waves circulated, hoping that this handsome bodhisattva, who was not like a common shepherd, could live in his own felt tent, the grassland household registration, and the basis of one account. The palace of the emperor is nothing but a tent. Even if it is the lord of the previous generation, every time he hunts, he must live in the same house with his confidantes. Therefore, when the Liyang dynasty dark belly slandered the Beimang female emperor as the queen, she used to take advantage of the lord with several contemporary officials. Sleeping soundly and having fornication can really amaze the Spring and Autumn people who are deep in the Central Plains Palace.
The patriarch named Hu Yananbao personally welcomed Xu Fengnian into a spacious black-and-white tent. The old man, apart from a pair of honest sons and daughters-in-law, and a granddaughter under his knees, the granddaughter was once carried up the mountain by Xu Fengnian and was extremely happy. The grandson was the child who was always led by Huyan Guanyin at the bottom of the canyon. He stared at Xu Fengnian's eyes intently, just like seeing the gods. He was in awe and worship. When Xu Fengnian entered the tent, the child and sister stood outside the house, looking through Looking at the demeanor of the young fairy from the gap, I just felt that it was very beautiful to raise his hands and feet. It is estimated that Xu Fengnian is belching and farting, and both of them will think that it is a great knowledge.
North is a man of martial arts, good at riding and shooting, and especially respects the mighty martial artist with outstanding strength and hard fist. The first party item with Tuoba as the main member, Tuoba Bodhisattva stepped on the numerous bones of the same clan and became the emperor's marmoset at the gate. Revenge has not changed for thousands of years in Beimang. The party item pays special attention to repeated hatred. If the blood vengeance is not reported, it will be unkempt It is almost female and must not eat meat. Normality can only be restored after the enemy is killed. After the two parties have reconciled their grudges, they need to fill the skull wine glass with human blood and the blood of the three animals. When Tuoba Bodhisattva gradually became a military **** with outstanding military achievements, the Dangxiang sixteen tribes united in their heart and conviction, and individually proposed a reconciliation to the first person in Beimang. Tuoba Bodhisattva ignored them, and the sixteen tribe chiefs committed suicide together. Later, the female emperor came forward. Tuoba Bodhisattva also only verbally agreed. Instead of seeing it as a great shame, the Party Headquarters took pride in it. The sturdy young and strong joined Tuoba Bodhisattva's pro-army army without exception. This shows how strong the North Mang's style of advocating martial arts is.
was sitting in the tent, and after Huyan Guanyin narrated, she realized that her tribe did not move blindly. Huyan Anbao died of her father on the way. He believes in ghosts and is a well-known orator who is good at using wormwood. Burning the scapula of the sheep to measure the good and bad, it was the old man who rejected the consensus to house the baby girl in the swaddle. At the end of this winter, it was also the old master who asked the clan to move to the southeast by cursing the sheep. Xu Fengnian was skeptical about this kind of prophecy witchcraft. He listened to her ears and didn't pay much attention to it. Knowing that Huyan Guanyin lived in the adjacent felt tent, she glanced at her. Only the small movements dictated by habit made the girl blush as beautiful as she did. Peach Blossom, the old patriarch saw in his eyes and didn't say anything bad, just smiled with relief. The little girl is lonely and helpless. In the final analysis, she still has to marry a man with broad shoulders who can stand upright. At the bottom of the narrow valley, one man was blocking tens of thousands of oxen, but a miracle that he could not even think of. The old man still remembers the nine swords that have been circulating on the grassland for a hundred years. Although it was the feat of the Wu family swordsman in the Central Plains, he only felt that he was facing the same account at the moment. And the sitting young Bodhisattva is comparable to the nine sword immortals.
After Xu Fengnian drank a big bowl and ate meat, he bowed his head and walked out of the tent, Hu Yan Guanyin followed behind him.
Xu Fengnian slowly walked onto a small dirt bag~IndoMTL.com~ In addition to the girl, he was also sneaking up with the old patriarch’s grandson from a distance, as if his name was Abaoji.
Xu Fengnian looked towards the sunset and squinted suddenly.
A yellow eagle that was originally circling leisurely wailed and swept across the sky, teetering.
hundreds of miles to the northeast, the yellow eagle fell to the ground.
There is a small bird claw nailed into the back of the eagle like a hook.
I only hear the eagle catching the sparrow, but there are still sparrows riding the eagle in the world?
The extraordinary bird flew to the shoulder of a young man with a sword hanging on the left side of his waist, and the sound was clear.
The young man in the fox, fur, and wolf hat stood beside two followers. A middle-aged man was as strong as a lion and sounded like a bell. "Little son, you came here this way. You have killed no fewer than six. Hundreds of people and 4,000 bison, have you had a lot of fun?"
Another old man in brocade robe said: "The top ten demon, except you and I are slaves to the little master, the other eight, but none of them, how can you? Have fun?"
The young man sneered, with a strong smell of blood, reached out his hand to tease the little **** on his shoulder, and said: "Devil head or something, it is actually boring to kill, killing the Buddhist sage is energetic."
The old man who claimed to be a figure of the Northern Mang Demon Road nodded and said: "The Dragon Tree monk of the Liangzen Temple is said to be the master of the white-clothed monk Li Danxin. This is what he should see."
Upon hearing the name Li Beware, the young man’s eyes turned red, and he stretched out his hand to gently hold the little bird, suddenly exerted his strength, full of blood, gritted his teeth and said: "All should be killed!"