The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade

Chapter 59: Small umbrella big tornado

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Shu shy stood still and didn't dare to move, this water sword just shot past her head, messing up her black hair, the purple silk scarf used to stabilize the bun fell into the mud, and she was wearing a coat that wrapped her exquisite figure The mattress and the deep clothes flew forward together. The water sword appeared as a thin line, but contained an astonishing sword energy, and the booming sound lingered in Shu Shu's ears for a long time.

The pale-faced Shu shy didn't use a sword, and he was so shocked. Lu Qiantang, who had studied kendo for 30 years, even opened his mouth slightly. The superior sword was always kendo, not swordsmanship. Directly related, the finger of the old man on the carriage is really like the first-line tide of Guangling River in his hometown. Every August 18th, the tide is spectacular. Lu Qiantang is on the Guangling River. A thatched hut was built near the Haiyan Pavilion, and after watching the tide and practicing swords for several years, it was only then that he had the ability of the epee that he has now.

Lu Qiantang looked at the carriage, the figure of the old man in sheepskin fur was indistinct, and he murmured in his heart that among the six guards in the arsenal, he had never heard of a master of swordsmanship with such an overbearing sword intent. Together with Yang Qingfeng, he stared at the fallen red-armored man, and Lu Qiantang found that the hands of this weak middle-aged man were bloodshot, and he did not know when to draw blood on the back of his hand. As for whether it was the talisman of the dragon and tiger celestial master or the Maoshan spell to exorcise ghosts, Lu Qiantang was not proficient in this way, so he couldn't be sure. That Yang Qingfeng squatted on the ground, his hands and fingers embedded in the mud, and the mud rolled up immediately. What was even more surprising was that dozens of silver-white mole crickets broke out from the flesh of Yang Qingfeng's withered arm.

Xu Fengnian frowned and asked, "Is this water armor dead?"

The old man with a talisman pinned in a bun on his head took the oil-paper umbrella from the blue bird, and said with a sneer, "It's not easy, these five talisman generals, although the red armor is inferior to Ye Hongting's yellow and purple armor with luck, There are many, but there is no reason why you can die with just a finger. Ye Hongting used to fight against people and enemies at the Vajra Realm, and he was always entangled to death by him for several days and nights. No matter how seriously injured or killed, Ye Hongting doesn't hurt or itch. Concentrating the yellow and purple luck into armor is a great magical power. Since the red armor is made according to the five elements, it is good to gather the red armor with the five elements talisman At the beginning of the play, since the old man has made a move, he doesn't mind sending the Buddha to the west, no matter how difficult it is, he is still not as disgusting as Ye Hongting back then."

"I found it." The old man looked due east.

The blue bird shot out.

"Since you are hiding and refuse to come out, the old man will break through the armor first to see if you still have the patience. The five elements are short of water, and then we will see how you can use the water that you are best at." The old man just stepped out and stood up. The umbrella passed over the top of Shu Hui's head, stepped on it, and stepped on the chest of the talisman who was about to stand up. It was the position where a hole was blown out by the water beads and swords. Lu Qiantang's Chixia sword and Yang Qingfeng's carefully arranged rest The old man's technique of exorcising ghosts was blown away by the old man's hand. It is easy to say that he is unreasonable, but neither Lu Qiantang nor Yang Qingfeng showed the slightest resentment, they just took advantage of the situation and retreated.

The old man who held the umbrella kicked one foot after another, and stepped the head of the water armor into the muddy pit. It was more than that. He put away the umbrella in an instant and used the umbrella as a sword. Even more sword intent, the heavy rain was wrapped by this umbrella, forming a huge rain tornado around the old man, and the old man holding the umbrella as a sword whispered silently: "One Sword Immortal kneels."

I saw an umbrella, a tornado, and the Milky Way piercing into the head of Shui Jia, the pouring rain on the trail suddenly stopped, and the raindrops did not fall, but bounced back upwards, as if someone had reversed the way of heaven with manpower, and forcibly blocked it .

There was a light snap.

The old man reopened the oil-paper umbrella and walked slowly back to the carriage.

Blue Bird returned lightly, shook his head and said: "The enemy has retreated."

Xu Fengnian, who was sitting on the horse, still closed his eyes and concentrated. This should be a sword that only a land god can use, right

It is indeed right to practice the sword by yourself and not to practice the sword. If you have learned the sword early, and then saw the two swords of Zhixuan today, you will definitely have a psychological shadow that will not go away. There is a huge gap, but I am afraid that he no longer has the courage and confidence to lift the sword. When it comes to fighting for supremacy with swords and swords, if we talk about the number of first-class masters, the two are comparable, but if we talk about the top few people who come out to fight against each other individually, they use the master of the sword to stabilize everyone's swordsmanship, especially in the past. Known as the sword god by the rivers and lakes, which one is not a master who has almost reached the top of martial arts? Li Chungang of the previous generation was invincible in the world with a wooden horse, and Deng Tai'a, the number one swordsman of this generation, even played with a peach blossom. Above all, he is the only one who is ashamed to follow Deng Tai'a. These words drew a clear line between Wang Xianzhi and Deng Tai'a and the other eight masters including Cao Guanzi. Everyone in the world has long regarded Wang Xianzhi as a figure in the fairyland of Tiange, who only meets once in five hundred years. But Deng Tai'a is different, after all, he has some popularity, Peach Blossom Sword God, even people in the palace miss this legend.

Xu Fengnian asked in a low voice: "Water armor is dead? Has the person behind the scenes retreated?"

The old man played with a sword that he didn't use. He was so angry that he ignored His Royal Highness. He just smiled and looked at Jiang Ni, who hadn't seen anything clearly, and asked, "Little girl, does the old man still have some courage?"

Jiang Ni only vaguely saw the heavy rain tornado that was born out of the sky, but it was a little far away, and because laymen only know how to watch the excitement, the shock level was far less than that of Lu Qiantang and others, not to mention that she had seen it before. A man of the world! Back then, the white fox with two swords on his face was much more beautiful, the sword was beautiful, and the person was even more beautiful! So the old sword god probably couldn't escape the result of flirting with the blind man when he shot this time. Seeing the little girl's ignorant and flat expression, Li Chungang laughed and reached out to touch the talisman. He was in a good mood. Trojan horse In those years when the cow has not broken, the sound of flattery, flattery and air-conditioning is really tired of hearing, and it is not as comfortable as the little girl in a daze.

The old man handed back the oiled paper umbrella to Jade Bird, and when he got into the car, he said casually: "Probably the other side doesn't want to tear up your face with your kid, and is willing to leave a water armor. If you move quickly, you can still See some of the mysteries of this talisman, the red armor, if the puppet in the armor loses its vitality, the knowledge of the ghost drawing talisman on the red armor will be gone."

Xu Fengnian looked complicated, hesitated for a moment, bowed to the old man, and rode his horse to the place where the wooden armor was fatally killed by the umbrella sword.

Waving away Lu Qiantang and Yang Qingfeng, His Royal Highness squatted in front of the man in the red armor. What? Naturally, it's not just a fledgling knife skill, but a memory. There are Taoist Sanqing talismans and Buddhist Sanskrit mantras engraved on the body of the red-armored man. Xu Fengnian can understand half of them. This is attributed to the fact that he followed the concubine and believed in Buddhism. In addition, he often heard Wei Shuyang talk about the grievances and grievances of the three schools of Taoist talismans in his early years. Shu shyly dared to shield His Royal Highness who was splashed by the rain, but Xu Fengnian, who was facing the man in red armor, said coldly, "Get out!"

Shu shy face froze.

The corner of the big sword Lu Qiantang's mouth twitched slightly.

Yang Qingfeng walked to an appropriate distance, not too far from His Royal Highness and the red armor of the talisman, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, the villain understands some talisman mechanisms, can you take a closer look?"

Xu Fengnian didn't raise his head, but asked bluntly: "Can you keep your soul energy for a little longer?"

Yang Qingfeng bowed slightly, and said confidently: "Yes."

"Don't let me down." Xu Fengnian pulled out the Spring Thunder Knife, raised one arm of the man in red armor, and carefully looked at every detail of the red armor on the arm. His chest was blown away by the old man's finger. whole.

After Yang Qingfeng squatted down carefully, he smiled wryly after being surprised: "Your Highness, this person A seems to be dead a long time ago."

Xu Fengnian's hands and feet movements on the corpse were smooth and smooth, and he was not frightened by Yang Qingfeng's blatant facts at all. He frowned and said, "It seems?"

Yang Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a deep voice, "It's for sure."

Xu Fengnian didn't dwell on this issue, and asked, "What clues do you see?"

Yang Qingfeng stared at the red-armored man, and said slowly: "Sure enough, most of them were written by the great Qi refiner of Longhu Mountain. The school is different here. Longhushan never cares about whether the talisman has a proper shape or not, but only seeks to penetrate through it. If there is energy, it will be spiritual. Your Royal Highness, look at the cloud-patterned pine pattern on the arm made of ancient seal script. It is a dragon. The most famous Yunzhuan in Hushan has one repetition and one repetition, up to seven layers, but it is a pity that it is not the eightfold Zixiao Yunzhuan of the Talisman of the Underworld. As for the most difficult nine-fold heavenly script, it only exists in the history of Longhu Mountain, and there is no authentic copy. This piece The Nine-Grid Talisman is different, it comes from Gezao Mountain's "Lingbao Moshan Jing", and the difference can be seen in the brushwork of the Qi practitioners. As for the image of Tianzun on the left leg, it is the unmistakable Maoshan superior talisman, with both shape and meaning It’s good, it’s only one step away from immortality. As for those Buddhist scriptures and Sanskrit texts, the villain dare not make rash assertions. But the villain is always thinking about the clues of the secret building of the Shangyin Academy.”

Xu Fengnian knocked on the armor with Chunlei, the sound was clear and clear, he stabbed with the tip of the knife, but there was no trace, and asked: "What is the texture of this red armor?"

Yang Qingfeng shook his head and said, "I don't know, this is the first time I've seen it."

The corpse inside the red armor gradually turned into ashes, and was then driven into the mud by the raindrops. As the old man said, the knowledge on the armor faded away, leaving only an incomplete armor in the end.

Xu Fengnian got up to take back the Chunlei Saber, just behind him Wei Shuyang and the great halberd Ning Emei got off their horses together, Xu Fengnian found that Ning Emei's hand holding the divination halberd kept bleeding, and there were only a few short halberds left in his backpack. Kneeling heavily in the mud, he said loudly with red eyes: "The terminal is incompetent. More than forty people in the Fengzi camp were killed and injured, and they couldn't keep the red-armored man. They just cut off an arm! Ning Emei only begged His Royal Highness to give the final Thirty Qingqi, go to hunt down! If you can't take down that assassin, Ning Emei will come to see you!"

Xu Fengnian was amazed and said: "General Ning cut off a man's arm?"

Wei Shuyang nodded slightly.

It was really a bloody battle. Although the Fengziying was a light cavalry, they faced the unfathomable talisman generals in red armor, but no one was afraid of death or injury. Especially the battle formation that had been honed for many years, played a role beyond that of Wei Shuyang who watched the battle. With the strength imagined, Ning Emei took the lead, the iron halberd swept thousands of troops, and every time the short halberd was thrown behind his back, he roared like a wind, and Ning Emei cut off the arm of the man in red armor. Even if Wei Shuyang was born in Taoism, after all, Still living in the rivers and lakes, in the past it was inevitable to look down on warriors on the battlefield. Today, seeing each other with my own eyes, I realized how invincible the warriors with generals and fierce soldiers gathered together.

Xu Fengnian smiled, and said flatly: "General Ning, you bring this Fengzi Battalion back to Beiliang, I don't need you to worry so much here, there is no reason for the elites of Beiliang to be damaged in the rivers and lakes .”

The burly Ning Emei lowered his head, inserted the halberd in his hand into the road and stood it upright, gritted his teeth and said, "Ning Emei refuses! Feng Ziying refuses!"

Xu Fengnian said expressionlessly, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Ning Emei said in a deep voice like thunder: "Where are the Beiliang iron cavalry afraid of death? They only want to die in the battle!"

Xu Fengnian got on the white horse, and said indifferently: "Then follow. Ning Emei, you send the dead soldiers back to Liangdi first, and I will slow down and wait for you."

Ning Emei drew his halberd and took the order to leave.

The heavy rain still poured from the dark sky to the ground generously without spending money, the horse team returned to calm, Ning Emei went back to deal with the funeral affairs, Lu Qiantang carried the trophy red armor, and Shu Shu sat on the horse in a daze. A rare smile appeared on Yang Qingfeng's staid face with a withdrawn personality, which made Shu Shu, who was neck and neck, come back to his senses and feel even more depressed after seeing it.

Xu Fengnian laughed at himself: "Feng Ziying, for whom are you begging to die?"

Thirty miles out of the city in the rain to meet the No. 2 Nobleman of Beiliang, the official Yingxuan waited in anxiety and panic for a message from the postman that made them look at each other: His Royal Highness the Son of Heaven had arrived at the city gate by a small path.

Zheng Hanhai smiled wryly, shook his head, and said to Jin Lanting, "Let's go."

Tang Yinshan, deputy captain of Dongjin, spat on the ground, walked out of the pavilion and said angrily, "Go back to the city!"

Xu Fengnian led the private residence of Jin Lanting, an elegant scholar, in the humility and fear of the small officials in the city. It occupies a large area, with a deep courtyard, where geese are raised, lotuses are planted, and plantains are planted. Not tacky Feng Shui treasure. From the beginning to the end, the little official did not dare to say a word, no wonder he was afraid of His Royal Highness, like a wolf, a tiger, and a leopard. Grade 3 is a hurdle, and grade 3 is another big hurdle. Except for the powerful officials in the frontier, those below grade 3 are just small carps that have not yet jumped the dragon gate, but they are slightly fatter than other fish and shrimp. The official uniform of a third-rank peacock or a tiger and leopard bug is the one who has achieved success as an official. If it is a civil official, he can replace the third-rank peacock bug with a second-rank golden pheasant and finally a first-rank crane. Oh, this is the glory of the ancestors.

Xu Fengnian changed into a suit of clothes in the room, and Qingniao helped comb his hair.

Xu Fengnian took out "Geography of Yugong", spread it on the table, pointed to several prefectures and counties, and said with a smile: "Look, in the two prefectures of Yongquan and Quanzhou on the border with Beiliang, there are more than a dozen people with real power, no matter whether they are civilians or military generals. He is hostile to Xu Xiao. One-third of General Gu Jiantang's old troops are located in these two prefectures. In Yongzhou, I am afraid that apart from this Ying rafter, we will not see any good looks. But after leaving Yongzhou , the situation will get better, Lu Qiuer has been in charge of it for the past two years, and some old generals from Beiliang are controlling the power of the state and county, and there will inevitably be a few rounds of toasting, maybe vying for the concubines and maidservants who warm the bed for the son There will be countless, but when I think back to when Lao Huang was robbed and lost his horse in the middle of Yongzhou, and was completely penniless in Jizhou, it is really different."

Qingniao looked out the window and said: "Jiang Ni is waiting in the courtyard with an umbrella in her hands."

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "She's tricking Qian Qian. Go and let her in."

Qingniao led Jiang Ni into the room, and Xu Fengnian pointed to the luggage that Qingniao was responsible for on the table, and told Jiang Ni: "Don't rush to study, first grind the ink, I want to draw something."

There is good cooked rice paper in the room, but Xu Fengnian is very good at writing. Jiang Ni opened the bag and picked out a branch of Guandong Liaowei first, but when she saw the familiar fire clay ancient inkstone, it was sold on Wudang Mountain. In exchange, Jiang Ni had already thrown this ancient inkstone that was rated as the second best ancient inkstone in the world by Jiang Taiya, the emperor of Western Chu, into the Xixiang Pond. Why did it appear again? Jiang Ni looked at it carefully and looked at a poem at the bottom of the ancient inkstone. It is indeed "Who will fight for the front with a million halberds from Western Chu?" Jiang Ni held the ancient inkstone that is warm in winter and cool in summer, reluctant to hit the treacherous and shameless His Royal Highness with it, so she could only curse with red eyes: "What's going on?" ?!"

Xu Fengnian said with a smile on his face: "I'll give it to you, but you lost it. I'm so stingy, so I picked it up at the bottom of the elephant washing pool."

Ginger's eyes were moist, and his lips trembled.

Xu Fengnian imitated her tone vividly: "The talisman is mine! Mine! The fire clay ancient inkstone is mine, or mine!"

Jiang Ni pounced on the bastard, and shouted in a crying voice: "I'll kill you!"

Xu Fengnian turned his head to look at "Geography of Yu Gong", stretched out a leg to block the little clay figurine who was rushing forward, and said softly: "Okay, don't make trouble, this ancient inkstone will be given to you."

Jiang Ni cried angrily: "It was originally mine! You rascal! I want to learn swordsmanship from Li Chungang, and stab you to death!"

Xu Fengnian narrowed his eyes, lost in thought.

Regardless of not having learned swordsmanship for the time being, Xu Fengnian smashed the little clay figurine on his knee with an ancient inkstone, Xu Fengnian clicked his tongue and said, "Li Chungang? The old man's virtue is really not like a sword god..."