The young man in fox fur and wolf hat threw away the falconer casually, twitched his thumb and fingers, the blood was thick, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, obviously because of the cruel temper in the city, he rubbed his fingers on the fox fur.
The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Although the old bald dragon Longjun is a saint, he is only a member of the three religions, and his realm is too high to be accurate. There are more than 30 people in the martial arts list of this dynasty. It is estimated that These are the people who can fall into the eyes of the young master. Although the Vajra Realm has its size and authenticity, and is respected by the undefeated golden body of Buddhism, in the end it is still the ability to be beaten. When it comes to killing people, I am afraid that my brother and I This kind of people in the way of magic is not as good as Confucianism and Taoism. These two monastery bald donkeys are the most suitable for the young master to practice swords, chopping eight hundred and one thousand knives in one go, and verify whether the Buddha is King Kong is really not bad."
The old man in the brocade robe sneered and said: "Duan Boer, come back, are you really stupid or are you just pretending to be stupid? A saint is a saint. How could his golden body be broken so easily? Be careful not to eat the mutton, it will only make your body smelly. You and I love each other." I know very well, besides, no matter how good the young master’s talent is, he is still not yet twenty, and he still failed to enter the King Kong through fighting against the cattle all the way, but the three of us go to intercept and kill the monk Nagarjuna, can we get some benefits?"
The man sneered and said: "What's the difficulty? It's a secret that the old bald donkey entered our court. You can let the young master find a few seniors at random, gather a thousand or two thousand cavalry, and use the wheel to crush the old bald donkey to death. , when the time comes, the little master will cut off his head, and he will be the only hero in the world who kills the land gods, who would dare not submit?"
The old man said disdainfully: "If the saint wants to go away and avoids fighting, even if he has one or two thousand cavalry, can he catch up?"
The middle-aged strong man crossed his hands and his joints were crackling. He said with a sinister smile: "The old bald donkey eats vegetarian food and recites Buddha, and is compassionate. When the time comes, we will threaten the lives of hundreds of herdsmen. If he dares to escape, he will kill one person in one step. Look at him." How many steps can I escape? Hundreds of people died because of his cowardice, and word spread that Nagarjuna's old bald donkey is a fart holy monk, what face does he have to talk about Buddhism with me, the national teacher Qilin Daoist."
The brocade-robed old man surnamed Tuoba has a feminine demeanor like a water snake, making people feel uncomfortable just looking at it. The middle-aged man with a strong physique seems to be more upright, but the latter is more flattering in their words. In line with the status of evil servants and idlers.
The young master raised his hand to stop the sarcasm that was about to be blurted out by the servants in the brocade robe, took off a black iron plate on his waist, and ordered: "Huihui, go to the nearby Daxiti camp to pass my order, and gather a thousand soldiers in three days. Two hundred string-controlling cavalry will meet up at the Yellow Eagle Valley to intercept Monk Nagarjuna. Whoever dares to refuse, I promise you to strike first and play later, I don't believe that there are eagles on the grassland that are not afraid of me, the Tuoba clan."
Duan Boer went back to accept his orders.
To make two of the top ten devils willing to be domestic slaves, the Beimang Dynasty has no branch except the royal family and the family of the young people.
The standard mang knife and a famous sword hang crossed on the same side. The young man in fox fur and wolf hat is lost in thought. Apart from being angry at his father's reluctance to let him lead the army to the border of Gusai Prefecture alone, he also honed his martial arts skills when he left home this time. His father was obviously an invincible martial artist who reached the top of the royal court with his brilliant military exploits, yet he valued so much his older brother who read the Central Plains scriptures all the year round, favoring one over another, really annoyed. He has never been indifferent, especially in the past few years, he has caused countless troubles, and the big brother who is kind to others has come forward to settle things. He did not hesitate to turn against many Yelv Murong's children. He flew into a rage and wanted to abolish his own martial arts if he didn't listen to the explanation. It was still the elder brother who calmed down his father's anger. Afterwards, the brothers had a heart-to-heart talk and pulled the woman who was supposed to be his sister-in-law. He laughed and said that he was sick and would die sooner or later. For myself, it is only natural for a brother to marry a sister-in-law. Looking at the gentleness of the elder brother, and the shame of the woman, even because of the cold-blooded nature he passed down from his father, he was also very moved. I remember that when he was young, his father had not yet demonstrated his military exploits, and the two brothers depended on each other for life. Father, never let him be bullied by his tribe.
The proud son of heaven on the grassland and desert murmured: "As long as you don't live to be forty and don't fight with me, I will always regard you as my elder brother."
The brocade-cloaked devil who was born as an eagle master turned a deaf ear to the young master's slanderous words.
The young man touched the handle of the knife and asked, "Who is the nearest Xiti?"
The old man smiled and replied: "It's Qincha'er from the Uighur tribe, who is in charge of 20,000 to 30,000 people. His tribe is good at hunting leopards and lions. Qincha'er was originally a small official who hunted down the eagle house, and he paid tribute to several Uighur clan leaders. Only a few good eagles and falcons can become Xiti. I heard that the women in the tribe are very watery."
Brother Young Master said indifferently: "Go and rest there to capture Cha'er. As for the woman, you can choose."
The brocade-robed devil got along with this extremely honorable young man, far from being as servile as a middle-aged man, he laughed and said: "I know that the little master has high eyesight and doesn't look down on these vulgar things, but the old slave will be disrespectful. "
The young man laughed it off. To him, there were only a handful of women in Beimang, such as the national pipa player in this dynasty, the princess who was said to have slender hands and was rumored to have an affair with Chen Zhibao of Beiliang, plus Jin In the Murong family of Chanzhou, the princess who likes to raise noodles, and a female luthier among the top ten devils, there are really not many things that can interest him.
He suddenly asked, "I heard that Xie Ling, the tenth-ranked devil, died?"
The old man in Jinpao said plainly: "Xie Ling fought against Luoyang when he was at his peak. He was lucky to survive, but he must have been seriously injured. The old slave guessed that You Zhixuan fell into King Kong and met strange people. It is not surprising that he was killed. Ten members of the Demonic Dao Rankings, unlike the martial arts rankings, are determined based on fame and cannot convince the crowd. The top three are okay, but the seven behind Laonu and Duanboer are just a mess, such as the dragon king next to Princess Hongyan. , only ranked ninth, but there is definitely a six-point chance of winning against the female luthier who is fifth. , step by step, such a person who has achieved the realm of land gods is the most powerful. Some young people who seem to be extremely talented are amazing at the moment, and they are rumored how they will achieve extraordinary achievements in the future. Mention, so Hong Jingyan is fierce, and his achievements in the future may be far inferior to that of Luoyang, the number one person in the demonic way. The old slave has surveyed the rivers and lakes of the two dynasties of Beimang and Liyang. For a hundred years, there are no more than five people. People, followed by Wang Xianzhi, master, Li Chungang, and Luoyang. The last four are all step by step, little master, so don't look at Yelu Dongchuang and Murong Shuilong at a higher level than you at the moment, but you are the only one who is expected to be on this list , standing side by side with the five people at the top, the old slave will wait and see, so he is reluctant to die, haha."
The brocade-cloaked devil's laughter was eerie, like a ghost walking at night and seeing people laugh.
The young man stretched his waist, and said slowly: "After you say that, I want to kill again."
As the sun sets, the herdsmen's camp migrated by the lake, the scorching sun is the afterglow, the heat gradually fades, and the breeze blows, ushering in the long-lost peace and harmony. Grassland herdsmen mainly eat meat and dairy products. Meat comes from natural dead cattle, horses and alpacas, as well as hunting wolf, fox, deer and rabbits. If any cattle and horses die, they are cut into strips and hung in a ventilated place under the sun to dry Dried, internal organs are made into sausages and eaten raw. Freshly slaughtered mutton is a rare feast. Thin slices are soaked in salt water, picked with sharp knives, and supplemented with strong tea to remove the fishy smell. It is very delicious. Xu Fengnian was squatting aside to watch how the herdsmen milked the horses. The method was peculiar. First, two wooden stakes were nailed into the ground, and a long rope was pulled up to tie the mare and the young horse for a period of time. The mare would run to the The pony is very quiet, and the milking process is much smoother. If the mare's milk is fresh, it is very sweet, not inferior to milk. Xu Fengnian watched Huyan Guanyin and the old patriarch's granddaughter skillfully milking the mare's milk. After the mare's milk was poured into a large leather bag, the youngsters in the clan stirred and beat it with sticks. It is said that after this "horse milk" is soured and fermented, the dregs at the bottom of the skin are used to feed livestock and slaves, and the pure part above is enjoyed by the upper-class herdsmen in the tribe.
A child named A Baoji was squatting next to Xu Fengnian, without saying a word, he just followed this immortal Bodhisattva from a distance, never tired of looking at it horizontally or vertically.
Xu Fengnian suppressed his fiery emotions, looking in this direction, he could just see the details of Huyan Guanyin's milking, and said, "The technique is really good."
In the following formal dinner, the patriarch Huyan Anbao not only entertained the living Bodhisattva, the benefactor of the whole clan, with roasted whole sheep, but also brought out the treasured tiger bone wine and rice wine. It was almost the entire wealth of this tribe. Xu Fengnian devoured it voraciously, especially for toasting, which made the more than a dozen bold herdsmen who represented their respective tents to have a banquet more favorable. Most of them drank to their heart's content and got drunk. The old patriarch was no exception, but Xu Fengnian had the cultivation base of Dahuang Ting and a massive posture, but his face was clear, and after the banquet, he walked out of the tent filled with the smell of wine and meat. The young people in Tongxuan were more in awe than closeness, and they didn't dare to disturb them. Xu Fengnian came to the lake to raise Huang Tong's sword fetus. After flying the sword into his sleeve, he saw Huyan Guanyin walking towards the evasive Abaoji.
The girl pretended to be brave and said, "A Baoji wants to learn from the young master."
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "Impossible."
Although the child could not understand the language of the Southern Dynasties, the Bodhisattva could always see the bodhisattva shaking his head clearly, and he drooped his head all of a sudden.
The girl hesitated for a moment, then said softly: "I beg you to teach him a boxing technique or two, any boxing technique is fine."
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "I know you very well? I owe you money?"
Huyan Guanyin bit her lip, her eyes were lonely. Xu Fengnian ignored it, broke off a leaf of aquatic plants, and popped it out with his fingers, tearing the surface of the flat mirror lake in the middle of the lake, but instead of going straight forward, he twisted and slid like a fish and snake. A Baoji was dumbfounded, this was much better than those masters in the clan. It's not that Xu Fengnian intends to flaunt his demeanor in front of them, it's just that he came here at his fingertips. The sixth page of the sword manual looks like a big opening and closing, but in fact it is complicated and obscure. The seventh page, swimming fish style, is still a clever move. Rolling the dragon wall, less vigor, but a little more round. And the latest eighth page is called the green silk knot, which is like a mess, leaving Xu Fengnian with nowhere to do it for a while. When he has nothing to do, he can only entertain himself, and as practice makes perfect, the folded leaves keep popping out, tearing the lake surface. Rich in martial arts and poor in culture, apart from family wealth, in the final analysis martial arts still needs to be practiced diligently and unremittingly. This is also the biggest stumbling block. Otherwise, wealthy families, rich than princes, no shortage of secret books, no shortage of weapons, no shortage of expensive medicines to strengthen the body, Logically speaking, there should be a large number of masters, but in fact, the majority of powerful warriors are from ordinary people. Whether it is Li Chungang or Lao Huang, they are all born in the poor and poor. This is probably the root of the martial arts that is far more vibrant than the literary world. .
In addition to the fair and just ranking of the ten people in the Beimang Martial Arts List, what is more attractive is that it "sweeps out" all the masters who have been promoted to the first-rank realm in the two dynasties and the two rivers and lakes. There are a total of thirty-two people.
Xu Fengnian knew that there were several young masters of the same age among the first-rank masters in Beimang, among them, Yelu Dongchuang and Murong Longshui were members of the royal family. Echoing, the latter is a woman, but unfortunately she is bloated like a fat pig, and her appearance is worrying.
On Beiliang's side, Chen Zhibao and Yuan Zuozong are both on the list. The former is regarded as a new generation of gun fairy.
Xu Fengnian narrowed his eyes, remembering the situation where Tsing Yi killed Bai Yi.
So I thought of her dimples.