The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 93: Wu Family Nine Swords
Went alone to Beimang Chapter 93 Wu Family Nine Swords [Update time]2013-05-2018:00:03[Word count]3461
The fledgling young hero met the same female hero who had just made her debut, and the result was a complete defeat, and she could only let the heroine spare her life. Sending sweet potatoes back to rest, Xu Fengnian doesn’t expect to be able to do the arduous things on the dragon chair in the temple in the last few days. The woman is first broken-melon, and she has to fight with her intestines. It would be too pity for Xiangxiyu. Xu Fengnian went back to the palace roof alone. Sitting in a daze, during the period, he raised the sword and thunder, and then dripped blood in the spring plum and bamboo horses. When the dawn, the morning glow slowly bloomed on the eastern horizon, Xu Fengnian looked at the magnificent scene above the nine heavens, at this time the giant fairy palace was melodious. The morning bell rang, and the sound was passed, and the sound was heard endlessly. For some reason, perhaps Changle Peak had exhausted his hostility in a battle. Xu Fengnian's chest was transformed with a surge of energy, and the circulation of Qi was much faster than usual, especially when he stood up and saw the sunrise between the heavens and the earth move from the east. To the west, the ray of sunshine fell in front of him, and Xu Fengnian sat cross-legged, his sword exposed his sleeves, and the flying sword glow skyrocketed.
Among the twelve flying swords, the flying sword, which is only considered the middle and lower texture, flew away, uncontrollably, and whirled happily.
is like a monster in the ghosts and strangeness, hundreds of years of arduous cultivation, once enlightened the Tao and gained the spirit.
the sword is complete.
There is a sword coming from the east.
Xu Fengnian was ecstatic, stepping through the iron shoes and finding no place to find it, it took no time to get it, and there is no need for air to pull at the moment. With a thought, the flying sword and the dew will flash away, where the heart is going, where the sword is. . After teasing for a long time, Xu Fengnian's mind is full of thoughts that there is no expert at all. You mother, can finally raise a sword! Xu Fengnian was not in a hurry to collect his sword. He sat quietly on the spot, watching the flight path of the morning dew, with a little bit of horror in his eyes. The sword itself, not even raising the sword, but in the hidden swordsmanship!"
Xu Fengnian laughed at himself: "If I said it earlier, I must sharpen my head to find a shortcut. I still don't say it well."
Xu Fengnian raised a smiling face, flipped his five fingers, flying swords linger, like a charming woman in the beginning of love, making Xu Fengnian want to laugh more and more, this is probably where the fun of martial arts lies. If there are some chances, there will be all kinds of willows and flowers in another village, and there will be a surprise that suddenly jumps out of the bottom of the well. Xu Fengnian put away the morning dew back to his sword bag, jumped off the roof, walked in the Zijin Palace, and returned to Qinghaizhai. With the only memory he could grasp before practicing the sword and martial arts, he recognized the veins of the palace courtyard from a high position and would not get lost. Maybe it was Sweet Potato who had spoken, and some of the court ladies and eunuchs who got up early to do things were respectful. Although they did not kneel down and salute, they also bowed their heads to the side, and never dared to take another look.
Seeing her leaning against the courtyard gate waiting for her return, Xu Fengnian was a little lost.
Sweet potato said softly: "My son, the servant girl has prepared a few dishes of porridge according to your taste."
Xu Fengnian nodded her forehead, "You don’t know some health-preserving ways? You can’t be lazy?"
Sweet potato smiled and said: "That was the day of the ladies and daughters, and the servants were envious of them, and they didn't like them. You can catch the cold when you blow the wind, and you get heatstroke after the sun. Read a few palace poems and cry , It’s not the temper of our Beiliang women."
Xu Fengnian had breakfast. In today's world, the rich usually have three meals and the poor have two meals. As for those who are eligible to raise palace maids and eunuchs, they are no longer rich in the ordinary sense. The sweet potato that Longpao plays as the empress is really richer than Miss Qianjin. She is in charge of the life and death of seventy to eighty thousand people in Dunhuang City. As a result, when he is here, she is still a servant girl who has nothing to do with Xu Fengnian. The place. When he came to the study room as if he was in the Wutongyuan of the Northern Liang Dynasty Palace, the big red sandalwood case was filled with the file secrets moved by sweet potatoes and her aunt's handwritten handwriting. Xu Fengnian saw a scroll with a brass axe and glanced at standing beside him. Seeing her mouth curled up and grinding the sweet potato, she opened it and looked at it. As expected, it was a portrait that was obviously made by a court painter, with a bright phoenix crown. The sweet potatoes went back and forth several times, and said: "It's really like, it looks like a half-and-half, it looks like a six-point."
Seeing the sweet potato, Xu Fengnian's eyes were hot, and Xu Fengnian waved his hand expressionlessly: "Take a rest for two days."
She tilted her head and smiled.
Xu Fengnian slapped her buttocks and smiled: "Virtue! Outside of Wutongyuan, I can’t be wild enough. When I can recharge my son, I must ask you for mercy next time."
Xu Fengnian didn't touch the secrets that people in the martial arts dreamed of. Is there still less of his own listening to Chao Pavilion? Those warriors with good roots and talents are worried and clever women who can hardly cook without rice. No master leads the way to the hall. After the master leads the door, and no secrets to help enter the room, it is indeed difficult for the hero to be short of breath. But squandering, charming eyes, and the same long-lasting disaster, these two things are not uncommon for the children of the family. On the one hand, they are not enough perseverance and can't bear the pain of sailing against the current, but to a large extent, there are too many ways to reach the top. Realm, so that I don’t know how to start, or go astray. I learn all martial arts and read all the secrets. On the contrary, it is difficult to become a master. To chew the secrets of the law, now that Wang Xianzhi's knife book is available, he is even more contemptuous. Xu Fengnian is so desperate that he really feels that he will not play martial arts any more, and he is worthy of the guy who is still carrying the wooden sword. The next time we meet, once we know our identity, we won't be able to be cut to death by Wen Hua with a wooden sword.
Put down the scroll and read Aunt Sweet Potato’s writing notes. The monotonous handwriting is obvious. It is obvious that it is raccoon hair covered with autumn rabbit hair. The so-called words are born from the heart, in fact, it is not accurate. After all, there are countless people who can write well. But adding what kind of pen is used, especially the type of person who only uses one kind of horns, you can roughly guess that it is inseparable. This woman deserves to be a fierce person who competes with the present-day Beimang female emperor for favor and empress, although it is a stroke. The rigorous and dignified lower-case letters are extremely disciplined, but as far as the individual words are concerned, the words can't be divided into words. Xu Fengnian somewhat understands how she taught a woman like Sweet Potato. Slowly browsing the past, most of them are some of the fame deeds of the lords of the previous generations of Beimang Rivers and Lakes. Just reading books, many wonderful things are enough to make a case and be exclaimed. The sweet potato is empathetic and carries a pot of green ant wine from Beiliang, Xu Fengnian When I finally saw the battle of the Nine Swords in Wu’s Sword Tomb, Aunt Sweet Potato was also hearsay, but compared to ordinary people’s chaos, the words of the “two kings” of Dunhuang City are much more credible. She is a top martial artist in her own right, and she has very few writings. The hundred characters shocked Xu Fengnian, a latecomer.
After reading it several times, Xu Fengnian was still unfinished, and he sighed: "That's how it is."
The two generations of Wu’s sword mound two hundred years ago, when they were known as the most amazing and brilliant talents of the sword mound, nine kendo masters, one high in the celestial state, two reached the height of the mysterious, one in the diamond state, plus With the remaining five young masters, it is conceivable that as long as the Wu family is given a generation of time, even if one or two old and dead are counted, it is equally possible to achieve a five-year-old product like no one before and no one in the future! Xu Fengnian told the Wu Family Nine Swords to go to Beimang, only to hear from a Shouge slave that at the time Beimang had a swordsman who claimed to be the Land Sword Fairy was born, and threatened that there was no sword in the Central Plains. However, Xu Fengnian did not take this statement seriously. Although the Wu family always looked above the top and always underestimated the swordsman of the world, no matter how arrogant they were, they would not go out to Beimang. He once asked Li Chungang, the old man of sheepskin fur, during his travels. It's just that the gods babbled and said, so I won't explain it anymore.
Based on the content written by Aunt Sweet Potato, Xu Fengnian learned a general idea. Nine swords against Wanqi are not fighting individually, but handed over to the strongest person. The Celestial Realm sword crown is the front line, and the eight people take turns to make the sword. The Master Sword Servant will eventually become an astonishing array of imperial swords. You can imagine the densely packed scenes of thousands of horses surrounded by nine people, desolate and bloody, with a wave of iron cavalry charging, plus thousands of flying swords. The head is so singular and weeping with sword aura?
Xu Fengnian was amazed and exclaimed, leaning back on the back of his chair, and muttering to himself: "This sword formation requires top swordsmen to create it. It is impossible to use it in the battle formation on the battlefield. Can it be like the bullfighting method? Simplified? It seems to be quite difficult. The masters of the rivers and lakes are impatient with the rules and act as watchdogs to the mansions of the powerful. They are just climbing for the stable martial arts, and the fool is willing to fight and fight for their lives. But if they can do it. Whether it’s the thick embryo of the sword formation in hand, where to find it? Wu Family Sword Tomb? It seems unrealistic. Will there be secret copywriting in the Northern Mang Palace? ."
Sweet Potato smiled lightly: "The son really wants it. You can use the dead men lurking in the royal court to do it."
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said: "That's too bad for human life, it's not worth it."
sweet potato oh.
Xu Feng did not look up, and continued to read, and said: "Don't bother your mind. You are not allowed to join in the fun. Have you heard?"
The sweet potato snorted slightly.
Xu Fengnian raised his head and smiled: "Don't sloppy with me!"
Sweet potato brows and eyes are infinite, wrinkled small and exquisite nose, a very rare child said: "I know!"
Xu Fengnian’s impression is that she not only abides by her duty as a maid, but also looks like a meticulous sister, unable to pick out flaws, making people feel like a spring breeze. A few second-class maids in the yard have been with His Royal Highness for a long time. Knowing his good temper, there will be some little rascals and little naughty, but they have never been angry with black-faced sweet potatoes and cold-tempered blue birds. They have been like the same for more than ten years. Day~IndoMTL.com~ has never been overstepped. Xu Fengnian lowered his head again and looked around, withdrawing his hands abruptly. The curious sweet potato glanced intently, and the four-character Tuoba Bodhisattva came into view with a knowing smile. When I came to Beimang, how could I get around this Bodhisattva, the **** of war, not to mention that the son had a life and death relationship with Tuoba Chunfalcon.
Three pages full of are all about the Northern Mang Army God. According to the arrangement of the handwriting, it is a cumulative result of several times. Almost every time Tuoba Bodhisattva jumps, the woman Dunhuang City Lord writes an insight Experience.
Xu Fengnian reads repeatedly upside down, taking the trouble to read, Sweet Potato glanced at the dragon-spit-bead-style engraving on the table, and at lunch, she quietly left the house, and then quickly brought the food box in, Xu Fengnian casually chopped rice, and continued to read that With three pages of precious words, Sweet Potato moved a chair and sat beside him. Seeing that there was a grain of rice at the corner of his mouth, he reached out and picked it up and put it in his mouth. Xu Fengnian didn’t care. He spent many years with Sweet Potatoes. It can be said that her first juvenile sequelae was the mess she cleaned up. She always warmed up everything, and even the two scores last night were all completed. What's so hypocritical?
The sweet potato took away the food box, and whispered after sitting down:
"If the slave and maid died today, will the son remember the sweet potato forever?"
Xu Fengnian said calmly: "Sweet potato, if you dare to die, I will dare to forget you, and forget everything. I will do what I say."
Sweet potato red eyes, but he said with a smile: "The son is so ruthless."
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This chapter thanks the new champion Gongzi Yu.