The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 88: Amorous feelings come in the chest

　　Went alone to Beimang Chapter 88 with amorous feelings in the chest

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian asked Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng, two smart people, to go to Zhongyi Village to pack their luggage, go down the mountain alone, to the wine shop, and see this green bamboo lady lying there sleeping soundly, if this is seen by an anxious animal like a thin monkey Now you can’t drag it into the deep forest or the cropland to ride as a mare? After Xu Fengnian sat down, he stretched out his hand and patted her cheek. The ill-fated woman subconsciously wiped the corners of her mouth, for fear of losing her attitude. Most women love beauty, cherish fame, fear pain and fear death. Of course there will be exceptions. Xu Fengnian has seen too many women who don’t want to be bearded, so he doesn’t dare to underestimate women. Moreover, he doesn’t hurt the older women who are more than seventy characters in appearance. As long as they are not the enemy of life and death, they are fine. temper.

　　

　　 Qing Zhuniang was confused and immediately tightened her neckline. She didn't notice the abnormality, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief. This expression made Xu Fengnian a little hurt. Qing Zhu Niang is the one who came here. She was already familiar with the affairs of men and women. From the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the helplessness of this young young man, smiled, little bastard, making you dare not even knock on the widow door, and annoyed you!

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian said bluntly: "Zhongyi Village has annoyed the demon of the Shenmen Caolu. The leaders of Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng will take you south to Jizhou to escape. I think the days may be a bit bumpy, but it should be better than being here. Fish and meat, live a little more comfortably. If you don’t go to Jizhou in the past, you still have to see what you want. I don’t force it. Let me explain in advance that Zhongli at Changlefeng’s Thatched Cottage is dead in Handan, and you have no backing."

　　

　　 Qing Zhuniang looked stunned, and then muttered to herself: "Dead? Finally dead?"

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian nodded and said: "I can't die anymore, don't lie to you."

　　

　　 The green bamboo lady lay on the table in a daze, and the towering twin peaks came out again to scare people, right? Don’t you worry about crushing the table? Xu Fengnian took a few open glances, smiled and asked, "Can you ride a horse?"

　　

　　 Qing Zhu Niang glared, "My old mother can even make human flesh buns, so why can't she ride horses."

　　

　　Xu Fengnian's eyes were weird, and he nodded and said suddenly: "I can ride a horse."

　　

　　 The green bamboo lady is glaring like silk, and the bottom of the table gently steps on the instep of the sword wanderer, and softly said: "Isn't it? If you don't believe me..."

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian shook his head and said: "I am not a casual man."

　　

　　 Qing Zhu Niang stopped teasing, her eyelids lowered, and she whispered softly: "I'm a random woman, right?"

　　

　　 At the end of the speech, there is not even a questioning tone.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian was taken aback, then stretched out his finger and bounced her forehead. Seeing that she was like a girl who had made a mistake and was punished by harsh elders, her hands were pressed on her forehead, and her eyes had never been so pure. Xu Fengnian twisted her cheek, shrank her hand and smiled: "You are better than a good girl, I said."

　　

　　 Qing Zhuniang didn’t seem to be too serious, and said with a sad look: "What can I do when I go to Jizhou?"

　　

　　Xu Fengnian touched the empty wine jar with two fingers, and said softly: "Continue to be the proprietress of a wine shop, remember to sell good wine, and don't open a black shop to be a human bun."

　　

　　 There is the sound of horseshoes.

　　

　　Han Fang Zhang Xiucheng took less than twenty rides down the mountain, and the two got off their horses and came to the table. They were respectful, and the green bamboo mother looked at the two cottage leaders who looked like a mouse and a cat, confused.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian counted the number of people, and laughed: "You are only twenty riders. The second master stopped you? Didn't you let the whole village drag the family?"

　　

　　Han Fang has a face.

　　

　　 Zhang Xiucheng's mouth turned up, as he said. If it weren't for his own deterrence, he would only take eighteen strong brothers to Jizhou. With Han Fang's idea, he would like to take them all to the south.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian got up slowly, walked around the wine table to the green bamboo mother, picked her up, carried her to his horse, raised her head and said: "Green bamboo mother, go to Jizhou, look for A man who looks good, marrying again, who dares to break your mouth, I will let the two masters tear their mouths."

　　

　　 On horseback, the young woman with alcoholic spirit burst into tears, bent over and hugged the head of the scholar, but refused to let go.

　　

　　 a long time, a long time.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian finally said with great difficulty: "I can't breathe."

　　

　　 The guys in Zhongyi Village are all dumbfounded. What's more, Qing Zhu Niang is still shy like a little lady?

　　

　　 Xu Feng said in a young voice: "Live well, there is no greater reason than this in the world."

　　

　　 She nodded and wiped away tears.

　　

　　 Twenty-one rides are getting away.

　　

　　Xu Fengnian waved his hand, touched his head, and whispered: "It's so fragrant and heavy."

　　

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　　 Du Qinglou, in addition to the funny name, only has a very ordinary face. He can't get up and down among the many foreigners in the Shen's Cottage, and can't participate in secret events. Five or six years ago, he went up the mountain to Changle Peak. , Because he played a set of fierce swordsmanship that was not circulated in the arena, the sword skills were not fancy, but the murderous intent was extremely heavy, so he was often caught by Zhong Li in Handan to compete and sharpen his swordsmanship. Du Qinglou is not the kind of solitary disposition, and he can talk to many guests on the mountain. He is a small character who is willing to lower himself to get acquainted with. , Often go down the mountain to drink and joke.

　　

　　Today, there was a thrilling fight outside the main building square. He immediately followed him, but he just stood on the corner and peered and didn’t show up. A guest clerk who passed by has also made a sneer and snort, Du The brothel didn’t mind being cast aside. He saw the sword-hanging scholar’s ​​wonderful fight, silently memorized his moves, and returned to the second floor of the single-family building. I picked up a seldom-used bamboo tube spring bamboo shoot pen, the pen is a long front, good at writing mosquitoes and flies, concentrating quietly, quickly filtering what I have in my head, and then proclaiming up and down in a small square inch. The pen is flying, after drying the ink, twist your fingers into a roll, stuff the short pen cap, take the inkstone to block it, get up and open a vertically ventilated nanmu cabinet, and pick up a black cloth to cover it. The bamboo woven bird cage, the fabric is torn off. The bamboo cage has a top-little pigeon with eyeballs like green water, so it is also known as the green drop water. It is a first-class breed of short-range pigeons, especially within five hundred miles. First, it's faster than the falcon, tie the light bamboo pen cap with silk thread, and throw this inconspicuous green drop of water out the window in the night.

　　

　　After the pigeons were released from Du Qinglou, he took out a jug of wine downstairs, sat on a nanmu chair, drank himself at the table, and subconsciously stroked the handle of the nanmu chair with one hand. Shenmen Caotang doesn’t like the red sandalwood boxwood and red rosewood trees, but it only likes to collect the giant tree Phoebe for decoration. Phoebe is the first of the four famous trees in Jiangnan in the Central Plains. Since ancient times, there has been a saying of Nanxiangshou. Most of the Shen family’s progeny in the cottage used the particularly precious golden sienna. For example, the first-class and non-critical strays of the Du Qinglou can only be lowered one by one. Using Huangxin Nan as furniture and decoration, it is also considered to have some beautiful wood and purple fragrance. For the martial arts person who licks blood, there is such a chair sitting under the buttocks, and there is no need to worry about food and clothing. There is really nothing to complain about.

　　

　　 It is a pity that Du Qinglou is not an ordinary arrogant man, he is a caterpillar of the Northern Mang Zhuwu. Like many colleagues infiltrating the major sects of the rivers and lakes, he was ordered to lurch in the cottage of Shenmen, regardless of the size of the matter, he must be reported by the flying pigeons. It is usually once every ten years. In case of emergency, he can handle it at his discretion. As for the information filtering, he doesn't need to worry about him as a little catcher. Du Qinglou believed that his identity was concealed and had not been seen through by the cottage. He stepped back ten thousand steps and said, even if those old foxes of the Shen family could see through, how dare they? Drive yourself down the mountain? The bear heart and leopard dare not dare to give the Shenmen Caolu Xiongxinbao, which is tantamount to cheating against Zhu Wei, tearing his skin, and the happiness of Changle Peak Thatched Cottage will come to an end.

　　

　　Du Qinglou's mood is getting better, drinking more and more taste, the tip of the tongue has a long aftertaste, and the pupils suddenly contracted sharply, Du Qinglou stood up and asked: "Who is there to visit?"

　　

　　 No one answered, the fastened door bolt was severed by some kind of sharp, and then gently pushed open, Du Qinglou kicked off the nanmu chair, dressed in beautiful clothes, and flew in like a butterfly, not seeing how to move. The chair fell quietly and the door was closed. Du Qinglou leaned against a beam and was about to pull out the sleeve sword. When he looked up, he saw two gorgeous sleeves fluttering.

　　

　　 is like a cluster of brocade hibiscus, running around the beam.

　　

　　 The next moment he was choked on his neck, which made Du Qinglou remorse. According to Zhu Wei’s internal "secret law", there is a secret drug-making gall under his tongue. Once his whereabouts are exposed, he will kill himself. It’s just that Du Qinglou never thinks that someone in the cottage will kill him. In the last two years, he has been slacking off. After entering this spider web, he has never heard of a colleague who was forced to bite and commit suicide, but he only heard of an excessive alcoholism. Poor worm who killed himself by mistake. Du Qinglou immediately knew how stupid he was. The visitor not only pinched his neck, but also cut off his limbs and meridians with his other hand almost at the same time. Even if he let go, he could only fall to the ground like a puddle of mud and move. No. This technique is as skilled as a clever woman cooking and cutting vegetables.

　　

　　 The woman in front of her is such a beautiful thing!

　　

　　The most thrilling thing is that her unusually scarlet and eye-catching lips, Du Qinglou, who knows she is mortal, just wants to know what rouge is, which makes her so cold and charming.

　　

　　 She chuckled softly: "You gave another secret letter to catch the butterfly lady in Xiongji Town, three hundred miles away, and I cut it off."

　　

　　 Du Qinglou, who could only make a hoarse voice, asked: "Who are you?"

　　

　　 She didn't want to answer at first, she narrowed her eyes as a crescent moon for no reason, and smiled softly: "It's your old lady who has been lost for many years. Is this answer beautiful?"

　　

　　 Du Qinglou, who capsized in the gutter, almost vomited blood because of this sentence. Being born in Zhu Wei means that he is not greedy for life and fear of death, and even the torture is regarded as a child's play. It is just that he is dead and has no power to fight back. The key murderer is still such a young woman who has grown into a human form for thousands of years. Like a vixen, Du Qinglou was at a loss, and he couldn't be fierce. As for the so-called scar that beheaded but not a big bowl, eighteen years later, he was a hero again, even more unspeakable, too stupid. Du Qinglou fixed his eyes on this killer, only knowing that she was alone on the mountain, the messenger of Dunhuang City, these news were written in that letter, because the flying pigeons in daylight is too garish, just be careful, Du Qinglou is usually there. Passing the secret letter around the hour, just now I was grateful for the benefit of passing the news later. It’s better to have a chance to write the news of the young swordsman together. It’s hard to expect all the efforts have been paid.之流水.

　　

　　She asked: "That green drip is still alive. Would you like to send it a secret letter?"

　　

　　 Du Qinglou's eyes were not waved, Gu Jing asked calmly, "I can survive this way?"

　　

　　She said of course: "No~IndoMTL.com~Du Qinglou sneered and said: "Then why write? "

　　

　　 She blinked her eyes and smiled coquettishly: "I always thought it was lucky to live longer when I was young."

　　

　　Du Qinglou suddenly said: "I write!"

　　

　　 She shook her head and said: "In a few words, now that I know that you are not afraid of death, I won't give you a chance to play tricks on the letter."

　　

　　 clicked, there was a very crisp sound of bone cracking, and the poor Tingying Lang did not stare at him. He leaned on the beam and slid down and sat on the ground with his head tilted.

　　

　　 The woman didn’t even look at the corpse. She walked along with a beautiful dress. She went up to the second floor and glanced at the carved ivory pen holder. She immediately picked out the spring bamboo shoots and sheep hair long sharp pen with her fingers as a knife. She bent down and cut off the familiar announcement that was exactly the same size as the secret letter in her hand. She was not eager to write the news. She moved a few books that Du Qinglou frequently reads on the book table, and carefully scanned some of the handwriting of Du Qinglou's evaluation. Reached into the collar and took out the green drip from between the magnificent breasts. If Du Qinglou saw this scene, his eyes would pop out. The woman put the homing pigeon on the book case, untied the binding silk thread, took off the cap, peeled off the nails, took out the secret letter, and compared the handwriting. It was really different. She took a finger on the green dripping homing pigeon and chuckled softly: "Follow Like you, you are not willing to be honest."

　　

　　 She suddenly put down the Yanghao Changfeng, her eyes became hot, one hand reached between her peaks, her eyes blurred, and her subtle voice was like weeping. After a long time, she finally stopped the gloomy panting, depressed long Shouted: "His Royal Highness~"