Xu Fengnian changed another face, in line with Mrs. Shu Shame's tricky taste, she is really a scholar who can no longer be a scholar. The Spring and Autumn Sword has already recognized its owner, and has suppressed the sword intent that was rolling like a long river. He leans his back behind him. The only difference is that there is no ancient temple standing in the wilderness, otherwise Xu Fengnian would stay overnight and study with a lamp, maybe there would be a fox fairy to seduce him.
The geographical situation of Orange State is actually similar to that of the Central Plains, and there are also some high mountains and mountains, but compared with the mountains and rivers in the south, it is a bit more rough and unbearable to chew. The flower is cracking the green thread on the seventh page of the knife, and the stone from other mountains can be used to attack jade. In the alley battle, the blind luthier is like a childish Hu Jia eighteen beats. Although he avoided embarrassment at the time, he benefited a lot afterwards. Xu Fengnian Now that I have fulfilled a wish and successfully persuaded the old master to go to Nanzhao, there is no rush on this journey. Now when I came to the fork at the foot of the mountain, I saw a simple wine shop whose flag was so dusted that it would fall straight down no matter how strong the wind blows. There was a young woman with a charming figure standing at the door stretching her waist. Some amorous feelings also swayed out.
Seeing Xu Fengnian, a handsome scholar, with bright eyes, she trotted over immediately, took the young man's arm and dragged him towards the wine shop, squeezing and squeezing, and she didn't forget to pick out the corners of his eyes that were full of charm, Looking straight at Xu Fengnian, seeing his face of righteousness and integrity, he said with a coquettish smile, "Sir, don't pretend, I know you are a seasoned bird."
Xu Fengnian didn't show his face on purpose anymore, he was a disciple who hit it off with adulterers and prostitutes, and said with a smile: "Auntie has good eyesight."
Auntie!
It was the young woman's turn to lose her composure, Jiao Didi said: "Young master is really bad, I'm only eighteen years old."
Xu Fengnian said honestly, "Is your daughter eighteen years old?"
"Little enemy, go to hell."
The young woman had a charming smile on her face, and she said teasing words of love. She pulled out a dagger from her sleeve and stabbed it straight at Xu Fengnian's waist.
Xu Fengnian, who was slightly tired from carrying the bookcase on his back, kept his expression unchanged, clamped the fierce dagger between his two fingers, and said helplessly, "Don't be like this, auntie, I'll just drink to quench my thirst. If you give money, it's not for nothing."
The charming woman still had the same smiling face, squinting her eyes and said: "Where is enough money for money, even with a hundred catties of meat on your body, and making meat buns for my old lady, it's not too bad!"
She drew the dagger a few times, but she couldn't move it at all. There was some surprise in her eyes, and she shouted to the wine shop: "Get out quickly, the old lady has encountered a tricky idea!"
Xu Fengnian couldn't laugh or cry when he looked at the dozen or so strong men rushing out.
That boy Wenhua must like such a wonderful world.
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It was supposed to be a good time for Mingqian tea and Yuqian tea to sell well, but the small teahouse in Liuliucheng still has a lack of business. The owner of the shop who is not naturally suitable for business doesn't care, and the new girl with an eccentric temper doesn't care. But Wenhua is in a hurry. It’s not a problem to eat green onion noodles with fried eggs every day. Anyway, order meat dishes every now and then, isn’t it? The mouth can fade out of the bird, Wen Hua is soliciting business on the street, his mouth is dry, and he didn't invite a guest into the teahouse to sit down. He glanced at the old parrot hanging in the birdcage at the door, and his father-in-law was still there. Stop, he was so angry that he took off the wooden sword and slammed on the birdcage, but the flat-haired beast was slurred, but he had learned from his master, the old man Huang, how to be calm and kept swearing repeatedly. While drinking tea, she stretched out two fingers to pluck the hair. Just as she was about to succeed, she was struck by a sunflower on the back of her hand. Wen Hua wanted to hide, but it was too late. Looking around, this little girl was born slim, although her complexion was not very good Okay, but looking at her while eating can still whet my appetite. It's a pity that Wen Hua boasted that the prodigal son turned his head back. After falling in love at first sight for the dozens of times, he finally got the hang of it. He made up his mind to keep chaste for that woman in this life. Wen Hua Hua said angrily: "Jiajiajia married Jiajia, if you hit me again, this young master will really attack me!"
At the beginning when she came to the teahouse with a dejected expression, she looked like a yellow old man who could not move at all, which made her feel distressed. Later, when she introduced her name, she refused to pay attention to it. She only confirmed that her surname was Jia, and the end was a homonym. Wen Hua didn't care about it. He was born wrong, and every time he called her, he would call a lot of them on purpose. Last month, a scene happened that scared him so much that he almost pissed. The businessman who pretends to be a literati while shaking his fan in the cool weather is still criticizing. Wen Hua was originally watching the fun, and was so happy that the girl made a fool of herself. Cleverly, he threw out a saucer, blocked the knife in his hand, and then tried his best to stand between the two of them. The head was cut off like a watermelon. After that, Wen Hua was in fear, wishing he could even take her to the latrine They all keep an eye on them. These days, for the first time, Wen Hua is willing to be a cow and a horse, and dare not trouble this little aunt to receive tea guests. She would rather sit cross-legged on a bench by the window, carrying a sunflower pulled out from nowhere on her shoulders in a daze. .
The girl grinned with a straight face.
Wen Hua had nothing to do with her, so he walked into the teahouse awkwardly, and sat down opposite the old man Huang. Seeing that the little girl didn't follow, he whispered, "Your granddaughter? Are you so pampered? Just say last time, killing people is not enough." break the law?"
The old man with frosty temples took a sip of tea and said calmly, "How many people does my daughter break the law by killing? Which family's family law? Which country's national law? Twenty years earlier, you boy asked those emperors and monarchs to answer, see Who will nod."
The corner of Wen Hua's mouth twitched and said: "Old man Huang, you brag and don't write drafts. If you say so, wouldn't you be on an equal footing with the emperor of the Zhao family?"
The old man glanced sideways at the wooden sword ranger who had personally bestowed the sword skills, but did not speak. Wen Hua was stared at in horror, and said: "Okay, okay, you are amazing. Since you are so loud, I will make you three big bowls of chopped green onion noodles at night, otherwise you will be too hungry to sleep."
The old man with an air of elegance waved his hand and said, "Let's make a bowl."
Wen Hua said angrily: "If you don't go, do you really think I'm an idiot?"
Then he stretched out his hand and said with a playful smile: "My Xiaonian said that a man can't be subdued if he is mighty! Only wealth can make me prostitute, so give me money first!"
The old man hovered over the tea bowl, so Wen Hua immediately squeezed out a flattering smile, made a gesture of putting a towel on his shoulder, and ran away, but he muttered: "See if I will add fried eggs for you, hey, my son I won’t even give you a few scallions!”
The old man turned his head and raised his voice, and shouted with a smile: "Little girl, come here, sit closer, drink tea with me."
The little girl sat on the table next door, sat cross-legged, and picked off the sunflowers one by one. The two are still back to back.
The old man didn't care, he drank the rough tea sip by sip, Wen Hua's legs and feet were quick, and adding chopped green onion noodles was not too strenuous a job, after eating that bowl of chopped green onion noodles, it was so pitiful that it was so pitiful that there were only a handful of sloppy noodles, so he didn't care about it with the kid in front of him, After putting down the chopsticks, he said with emotion: "Boy Wen, who do you think is the real master among those characters in the martial arts review?"
Talking about this, Wen Hua immediately became very excited, and laughed loudly: "Need to talk? Of course, he is an immortal from Emperor Wudi City. Tuoba Bodhisattva is a barbarian from the north, so I don't care about it. After talking about it, I count the peach blossom sword." The god Deng Tai is awesome, the first person in the way of swordsmanship, of course I admire him all over the place, in this life, if he can compete with Deng Jianshen with one sword, he will die without regret. The rest of Cao Guanzi and the devil Luoyang are nothing, no My son's dish!"
The old man Huang sneered and said, "With your knowledge, do you still want to achieve greatness in swordsmanship? People who practice swords only learn from Deng Tai'a, and don't know Li Chungang. Within a hundred years, the way of swordsmanship will no longer take up half of the style of martial arts. .”
Wen Hua was stunned for a moment, "Li Chungang? I only know that our dynasty has a very watery martial arts list, and this old man is only ranked eighth. Later, the martial arts review released by Beimang disappeared. Was it squeezed?"
The old man picked up the tea bowl as if he was about to splash Wen Hua on his face. The kid hurriedly covered his handsome face with his sleeves, but the old man stopped, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "In the past five hundred years, Li Chungang is The only giant whose mastery of swordsmanship has surpassed that of the immortal Lu Dongxuan has been five hundred years, not a hundred years. This Li Chungang was rated as the top 13 in the Spring and Autumn Period at that time, and Li Chungang's sword armor leader was the most undisputed .”
Wen Hua snorted, and humbly asked for advice: "Old man Huang, don't talk about it, talk about it, or I won't understand it."
The old man said with a smile: "Do you know how much Li Chungang cut armor with a single sword on the Guangling River?"
Wen Hua thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Eight hundred?"
Seeing the old man Huang smiling without saying a word, Wen Hua gritted his teeth and opened his mouth loudly like this old guy: "One thousand and six!"
The old man sneered, "Another thousand."
Wen Hua slapped his thigh and roared: "Fucking is so fierce! From now on, I will not worship that Deng Tai'a who was rumored to provoke Tuoba Bodhisattva, but Li Chungang instead!"
The old man sighed: "No accident, he is dead."
Wen Hua was stunned.
The old man Huang twirled the white porcelain tea bowl with two fingers, looked at the slightly rippling tea water, and said softly: "After all, manpower has its limit. One sword pierced two thousand and six, and suffered irreparable heavy injuries. This is such a fascinating feat. Compared with the Wu family's nine swords breaking ten thousand horses two hundred years ago, it is still worse. It's a pity that I didn't see it with my own eyes. It was all caused by you. However, although Li Chungang was seriously injured, it is reasonable to say that it is not difficult to live another three or four years. It's just that with Li Chungang's temperament, how can he bear to grow old slowly, so old that he can't even lift a sword? Since he was willing to fall into the Finger Profound Realm for Fengdu's green robe, after returning to the Sword Immortal, he would not Ascension or reincarnation, death is death, which is in line with Li Chungang's sword intention of going forward in this life. Only then can the nearest Wanli borrow the sword Deng Tai'a to help, and the gift of the sword is second. One sword opens the sky and goes west. The key is to give away the understanding of the way of the sword, and finally helped Deng Tai'a, a junior of the way of the sword, defeat Tuoba Bodhisattva."
The old man seemed to have forgotten to drink tea, and sighed: "The green clothes are fluttering, and the sword is in the rivers and lakes, making the whole rivers and lakes look up. At the end of life, the last sword still made a new sword fairy, and only Li Chungang can have this Waiting for the handwriting. He deserved his death, but I don’t know if Li Chungang really died without regrets.”
The old man laughed at himself, and pointed to the tea, "When people leave the tea to cool down, it won't be long before the world will only see how Deng Tai'a's scenery is the same for a while, forgetting that Li Chungang has given unparalleled improvements to the sword. In my opinion Well, the world can live without an old man like Wang Xianzhi, but it cannot live without a true romantic like Li Chungang."
"Jing'an Wang Zhao Heng is dead. This man from the Zhao family who has been worse than women all his life has finally done what a man should do."
"Li Yishan worked hard, and finally died of illness. There are countless counselors in the world, and I have passed the evaluation, but there are only nine of them. Li Yishan, the poisonous man, ranks among the best candidates. Once he dies, there are only four left. Can the rest of the young people be able to do this?" Make up for it, it’s hard to say now.”
"Seeing that the pillar of luck that has not fallen down in Xichu is once again connected to the sky, the old guy in Qintianjian who often played chess and was deceived by me must have died of anger. I wonder if this old scholar has finished compiling the almanac. If not After that, let that bastard Li beware first, and Confucianism will be in jeopardy."
"Sun Xiji, the old grand master of Xichu, has not had a good life for a few years."
"Among the remaining four top advisers of the Liyang Dynasty, Nalan Youci, who was a great helper to King Yanchi outside the capital, had four years to live after dying. Tai Sui abolished most of his martial arts, needless to say. The remaining one is the least famous, but the most popular. Most of the temple's trend in the next thirty years will be controlled by him. He was the mastermind of the white clothes case back then. Half of the twelve dead soldiers around Xu Xiao died on the way to assassinate this person, and one of them was this person's favorite concubine, and the karmic cycle of retribution is not good, is it funny?"
"They are all dead, they are all going to die. Counting and counting, one person is missing one person. Whether it is Jianghu or Jiangshan, they are still young people. I like this kind of world. It will not be lifeless. The Liyang Dynasty has Zhang Julu Gu Jiantang, Beimang There are Tuoba Bodhisattvas who have only reached middle age, there are younger Dong Zhuo and others, and there will be newcomers in the future, who will spring up like mushrooms after a spring rain to rise to the top, which is interesting."
"However, it seems that the Taiping Order of Chess Sword Yuefu is not giving up. I want to help Empress Beimang play a big game of chess. I will wait and see."
Wen Hua was dizzy from hearing this, and asked in surprise, "Old man Huang, you've lost your mind, what are you talking nonsense about?"
The old man picked up the tea bowl and drank it in one gulp, "Don't bother with this chessboard, just practice swords at ease, and you will only be able to practice swords in this life. Scholars have scholars, reckless men have their jobs, and merchants have merchants." If everyone conducts business according to the rules, the world will be peaceful.”
Wen Hua patted the wooden sword on his waist and snorted coldly: "You wait!"
The old man sneered: "Don't make me wait for decades, I can't afford to wait."
Wen Hua patted the table, "I just ate my scallion noodles, and I crossed the river and demolished the bridge?!"
The old man was about to speak when his head was patted by something. He turned his head and saw that it was his daughter who hit him with a sunflower. He suddenly understood how scheming he was. He laughed and said, "I know, I know, don't worry, I don't want to die If you don’t die, you have to live to see your wedding day with your own eyes.”
Then the old man was shot flying by a sunflower.
Feeling relieved, Wen Hua couldn't help giving a thumbs up, and exclaimed: "A heroine is better than a heroine! Dare to beat the old man Huang, except for Li Chungang and Deng Tai'a, I admire you!"
Wen Hua had a whim, and suddenly started talking to himself: "You are such a girl with personality, I thought that Xu Fengnian would definitely like her, so wouldn't she become my sister-in-law in the future? Then what should I call Old Man Huang? "
Then he was also beaten out.
The old man Huang sat on the ground and asked himself: "Since Li Yishan drew the road before he died, why don't I go to Xiangfan to take another look?"
Heard a snort above his head.
The old man sighed and said, "Women are not allowed to stay. Forget it, Beiliang's own yard is messy enough. It's hard to say whether that kid will survive. Why should I be such a villain? I still want to be with that guy who doesn't want peace in the world." The Taiping order is competitive and more practical. Do you want to buy Taian for good or bad? It depends on whether I agree or not."
He stood up, patted the dust, and said with a smile: "Girl, you wait, I'll make green onion noodles for you."
Wen Hua, who was whipped for no reason, hurriedly shouted: "Give me a bowl too!"
The old man Huang ignored him at all, which made Wen Hua depressed again and missed Xiaonian again.