A touch of purple is like a purple thunder falling from the sky, suddenly falling from the top of Daxueping to the ferry, and countless mountaineering tourists are shocked.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who had left the gate and went out of the building, stood on the ferry and looked at a Huanglong battleship under the Qingzhou Navy. On the bow of this majestic building stood a captain in armor. The ship was full of swords and halberds, emitting strange Due to the arrogance of the local Qingzhou soldiers, as the building boat approached, everyone on the bank with better eyesight saw a flag with an unexpected word written on it, Xu! After recognizing the king's flag flying in the northwest of the dynasty, the sabers on the waists of those soldiers, who were relatively unfamiliar with the Central Plains, were ready to be called, cool sword! Xuanyuan Qingfeng squinted those long and narrow eyes, her mood was far more complicated than her indifferent expression. She didn't care about the captain of Beiliang standing on the bow, Hong Piao, who was Huishan's second guest minister after Huang Fangfo. That man went to Beiliang, not hesitating to bear the stigma of the two surnamed slaves, hoping to make contributions on the battlefield, but his reputation has not been well-known after entering the Beiliang army. Xuanyuan Qingfeng originally thought that Hong Piao would be depressed because of this, and did not want to send a secret letter Arriving at Daxueping, the letter stated that before the start of the martial arts conference, a hundred elites would be led by Youzhou's new Xiaoqi captain, Hong Piao, to escort more than 90 large boxes as gifts to the Kueyuelou, and congratulate Xuanyuan Qingfeng on being crowned the leader of the martial arts alliance , The letter also used the four words of "unifying the rivers and lakes" which are full of ridicule.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng sneered and muttered to himself: "It's obvious that you are about to die, but I haven't seen how nice your words are."
On the building boat, in the big box, are the treasured secret books of Tingchao Pavilion in Qingliang Mountain, and all of them are first-class rare books.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at the turbulent river in front of him, the great river will never return, do you want all the money to disappear and never return? Thinking back to the time when the catastrophe was at the head of the cat, Han Shengxuan, I left you for the sake of the Huishan family business and my father's last wish. At that time, you were just an ant in the eyes of the ten people in Wubang, and you still did not hide or retreat. Why, now that he has become the number one person in the world, and has 300,000 cavalry in Beiliang, he is just facing the last Beimang, so he started to arrange his own affairs
Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who was practicing in seclusion and practicing the Dao of Heaven, felt angry for no reason.
In the bottom of her heart, she has always regarded him as her chasing target. The two of them are almost different from all the martial arts masters in Liyang Beimang. Their training time is too short, and their talents are not rare in a century. , Only by relying on the chances earned by desperately earning again and again, was he able to reach the apex of today's rivers and lakes step by step. She, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, was almost dead in the Daxueping master, in order to turn the tide, she willingly fell into the devil's way and almost destroyed her life. Then she did business with him in Beiliang, absorbed the luck of the jade seal, stabilized the realm, and After the First World War, Wang Xianzhi used Wang Xianzhi's supernatural power to cut off his own feelings, cut off all karma in the world, passed the "self-pass" extremely dangerously, and returned to the original, which is even higher than that of the Buddha's Taoist sword embryo In the end, Zhao Huangchao, who had a lot to do with the Liyang Zhao family because of his out-of-body travel to kill heaven and man, escaped from a mutilated black rainbow and rushed into Gunniu Jiangdaxueping, where he learned all his life. Instilled knowledge into her, let Xuanyuan Qingfeng make great progress, confident that she can fight with Tuoba Bodhisattva Deng Tai'a with all her strength, but the chances of winning are slightly smaller, but she is not yet thirty years old, her The realm is even more imposing like a rainbow. The Martial God of Beimang and the Sword God of Peach Blossom, sooner or later, she will step under her feet and become the stepping stone for Xuanyuan Qingfeng, a celestial being on land.
She firmly believed that the new hundred years of Jianghu was just a matter between her and him.
As a result, he emptied the Arsenal family in one fell swoop, leaving only her with her back facing north.
I blocked the river to clear up with you. You donated the book to clear up with me
For some reason, only on the Huishan side, the heavy rain came suddenly, and the mountain was full of mud.
For some reason, Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't show any energy to resist the sudden rainstorm, but the moment the raindrops touched her body, her figure disappeared in a flash, and the next moment she was already walking on a mountain trail, Let the rain pour on you.
The purple clothes were soaked and sloppy.
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The Huanglonglou boat was about to dock, Hong Piao looked up at the huge boulder Guniujiang, the corners of his mouth curled up, did he count himself as returning home? In the Liyang Dynasty, not to mention the captain, there are too many miscellaneous generals and captains, but who dares to underestimate the current captain of Beiliang, and he is one of the sixteen veteran captains. The captain of Xiaoqi? This title was held by the senior cavalry general Xu Pu, the current cavalry commander Yuan Zuozong, and even Chen Zhibao, the king of Shu, for a while. Hong Biao is a thick and strong man, just looking at his appearance, he looks like a middle-aged villager who faces the loess and his back to the sky all the year round. Huang Fangfo in Huishan has always overwhelmed him, and he himself has never regarded Daxueping as a place to retire , Hong Piao was staring at a person in Beiliang, Youzhou General Huangfu Cheng, a feudal official who was born in the Jianghu and relied on sellers to seek glory, it was like paving Hong Piao a Yangguan road that he could follow suit. Speaking of Huishan, except for Xuanyuan Qingfeng who dare not underestimate him, Huang Fangfo, the family dog who helps people guard the house, is no longer in his eyes. It is hard for Hong Piao not to feel at ease, but even so, Hong Piao still has to watch carefully The face of a young woman next to her is Liu Nirong, the leader of the Fish and Dragon Gang. Her skills and family background are not worth mentioning, but Hong Piao has naturally heard of her inextricable relationship with the King of Beiliang. Piao really couldn't figure out why with Xu Fengnian's critical eyes, he would fall in love with such an ordinary-looking Jianghu girl. After Chen Zhibao entered Sichuan, he somehow supported a beauty named Xie Xie on the Rouge Review, and put such a vase in front of him. , at least it is pleasing to the eye. So what is the king of Beiliang planning? Hong Piao couldn't figure it out. Could it be that he was molesting the rivers and lakes, as the people in Beiliang Jianghu said
Hong Piao, a bystander, doesn't understand, and Liu Nirong, a player in the game, doesn't understand even more. The status she and the Fish and Dragon Gang have today is like a spring dream in autumn, out of season.
Liu Nirong raised her head and looked at Huishan Mountain. On the other side of the mountain, she could only see the overhanging eaves of the tall buildings on the mountain. The woman in purple clothes came down like a purple thunder. She was so majestic, such a majestic woman who surpassed men, Liu Nirong She admired it from the bottom of her heart, and she felt that Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who had ascended to the throne of the martial arts leader by himself, would be considered right if he could travel the rivers and lakes with that person. Liu Nirong had no reason to think of that trip to the fortress back then. After dreaming back at midnight all these years, for some reason, she forgot those ups and downs of fighting, but she only clearly remembered the well water in the small city of Guan, the man squatting at the mouth of the well and the water A comical scene of a dealer haggling over a price.
Liu Nirong retracted her eyes and looked at the turbid river rolling eastward. Occasionally, a few fish jumped out of the river, disappeared in a flash, and fell back into the river. I don't know if they are returning home or leaving home.
When the building boat was approaching the shore, the big boat slowly crashed into the ferry, and Liu Nirong, who was slightly swaying, murmured to herself: "If you leave the temple and don't become the king of Beiliang, but just be a river and lake man, how comfortable would it be?"
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In the Spring and Autumn period, gunpowder was everywhere, but it did not burn down to such an inconspicuous town. It was not a battleground for military strategists, and even though it was in the south of the Yangtze River, there were not many fertile fields. I heard from a few businessmen traveling north and south that there was another disaster on the north side of the Guangling River, but for the people living in a corner of the small town, it is good to be a frog at the bottom of the well. The sky will always be as big as the mouth of the well, and safety is a blessing. , Contented and happy. In today’s small town, it’s raining continuously in autumn. Looking from the entrance of a restaurant, there are constantly hurried pedestrians walking across the small bluestone bridge with umbrellas. The business is deserted, and there is no need to serve customers, so the waiter of the restaurant has to sit idly at the entrance. , waiting for the woman she likes to approach, she said that today she will follow her friend to the rouge shop next to the restaurant to choose, because her friend is getting married soon, married a good family, and is a famous scholar .
The shop clerk sighed, feeling a little bitter in her heart, the speaker had no intention of listening but the listener had the heart, she certainly didn't care about the rich and the rich, otherwise she wouldn't have looked at him as a down-and-out cripple, but a man who still had some responsibility left, I always want to let the woman I like live a good life. Although she is not a lady in the town, she is a well-known benefactor. She is one in a million, and it is said that whoever marries her is a blessing that has been cultivated for several lifetimes, but she just fell in love with herself. For this reason, several of her playmates who grew up together were so angry that they almost broke up with her. In addition to fighting against injustice, some yin and yang words are indispensable, such as being unkind and being deceived by lard, they are all said directly in front of him and her. At that time, she looked at him, twisting her clothes timidly with her slender hands Jiao, those eyes are full of apology, but fortunately he has a thick skin and can still hold back a smile, but why isn't his heart full of guilt
He was patted on the shoulder, and when he turned his head to look, the guy who was still close to him sat down beside him, and asked with a silly smile, "Brother Wen, what are you thinking?"
He and this kid share the same fate, but this kid's situation is even more embarrassing. Last year, he moved to the town with his mother. A book can't read ten characters, even if it's useless to fight, he's being bullied all day long. Those most deceitful street thugs were making fun of it, and it was so miserable that when they finally bought a new pair of boots, they were trampled to pieces. , I bought a cloth shop, and the days can still be endured, and the life can be lived, but the life is not comfortable. He lived close to this guy, and he was probably the only local who didn't add fuel to the flames. Over time, the two became so-called friends. He only knew that the boy's surname was Wang, and his father had traveled far away and hadn't returned yet.
He smiled, looked at the raindrops strung together along the eaves, and asked: "Bamboo, have you heard a saying? Although the rain is heavy, it does not moisten rootless grass."
The man froze for a moment, shook his head and smiled, "Brother Wen, you can't tell, he's still a learned man? What do you mean, do you have a talk?"
The store clerk surnamed Wen laughed and said: "I also heard it from someone else. I didn't understand it, and I didn't have the nerve to ask him at the time. I just pretended to understand it. I knew I should ask him."
The young man nicknamed Zhuzi asked suspiciously: "Brother Wen, do you still have buddies who study?"
The waiter rubbed his chin and said with a smile: "He's not some shit scholar, he just can't beat me, so he just shows these things."
The young man was amused, "Then this guy is really not good, he can't even beat Brother Wen, and he's not a scholar, isn't he like me?"
The waiter in the shop rolled his eyes at him, but didn't speak yet.
Zhuzi is a young man who can't control his mouth. He is very afraid of people who are in the world, afraid of the banditry and the spirit of the world in those people, but he also yearns for the world. Hu Chui, at this moment, I’m going to tell the waiter surnamed Wen about the truly once-in-a-hundred-year martial arts event, and that he just knew that there is a woman in Huishan who likes to wear purple clothes. She is not only beautiful, but also has superb martial arts , Calling the heroes, invite the heroes of the world to her home to participate in the martial arts conference. Zhuzi was spitting all over, so he didn't notice that Brother Wen next to him was either rolling his eyes or smiling in a trance.
Zhuzi spoke dryly, and he was not a fastidious person. He bent down and reached out to grab a handful of rainwater, took a sip, and pretended to be heroic: "Good wine!"
The shop waiter smiled and joked: "Did you drink the taste of Jianghu?"
Zhuzi turned to stare at this person, and asked solemnly: "Brother Wen, how did you abduct Miss Liu? How about you teach me, so I can find a wife later."
The shop clerk had a profound expression on his face, and said, "It depends on your looks."
Bamboo took a sip.
Seeing that Zhuzi didn't believe it, he said with a smile: "Don't you believe it. When I was wandering outside with that brother, when we were poor, he made a living by his face. I am better than him in everything. That's it. If I lost my face, I lost him. Back then, when I was fighting with him about who would be the big brother and who would be the little brother, from age to skill to wealth, if I hadn’t lost the appearance, I would have been the big brother.”
The corner of Zhuzi's mouth twitched, but he was still kind in the end, and didn't make fun of Brother Wen and his brothers.
After that, the two of them were speechless for a moment, just listening to the rain dripping on the stone road.
Zhuzi suddenly whispered: "Brother Wen, let me tell you something, don't say it."
The waiter from the shop dismantled the stage: "I love to talk but not to talk."
Zhuzi hesitated for a moment, "When I moved to the town at the beginning of the year, I heard a master of the rivers and lakes say that there are countless masters in the world, and one of them has the same name and surname as my father."
The waiter was amused, "Zhuzi, okay, your father is the old monster Xianzhi, King of Wudi City?"
Zhuzi got angry and said loudly: "Fart, that year's eleventh in the world!"
The waiter suddenly fell silent, and after a long time, he said softly, "So it's Wang Mingyin."
Zhuzi looked gloomy, and said to himself: "But I know, my father is actually a farmer with only a few catties of strength, it's nothing, it's not the eleventh under heaven who died outside the city of Xiangfan, it would be better, me and Mom can wait for him to come home one day."
The waiter sighed, and didn't know how to comfort him, so he just patted him on the shoulder.
Zhuzi stood up suddenly, pointed at the small bridge, and said with a smile, "Brother Wen, I won't delay you, I'll go first."
The waiter surnamed Wen followed Zhuzi's finger and saw a woman crossing the bridge with an umbrella, and came slowly.
He stood up, smiling broadly.
When I first met her, it was the chance encounter at the town market when I was returning home. At that time, her friends laughed at him as a cripple, with bad words, and regarded him as a swindler. Only she was different.
In the past, Xiaonian said that he fell in love with everyone at first sight when he saw a woman. He originally thought that when he met the woman before returning home, he would be the last woman he fell in love with at first sight. In fact, it was true. After that, he no longer fell in love with anyone at first sight, but after meeting her in the small town, he felt that if he could live with her all his life, it would be better than anything else.
He trotted out, she had just stepped off the bridge.
Small towns are better than small ones, and there are not so many rigid etiquettes that men and women can't get close to each other, and she is not afraid of these, so she tilted the oil-paper umbrella, blushing slightly, to protect him from the rain.
He was never glib with her, and in fact, after returning home, he was no longer as unabashed, honest and ordinary as before, probably this is what she liked about him.
In the past, when he saw a woman, he dared to tease her in person, "Girl, brother, let me cook the raw rice for you." If you don't marry me, you will be unlucky for eight lifetimes." If the woman becomes angry from embarrassment, he still has countless backhands.
But he is different now. At that time, when he saw the Shui Ling woman, his mind was full of thoughts of getting out of bed. Now he is standing beside her, but he doesn't even have the guts to hold hands.
In the rivers and lakes, there is him.
Outside the rivers and lakes, there is her.
God doesn't owe Wen Hua anything.
She lowered her head, summoned up her courage and said, "My father helped me talk about a marriage, but I didn't agree."
He scratched his head and said nothing.
She pursed her lips.
He suddenly smiled and said, "Why don't we have a son in the future?"
She opened her mouth slightly, with a look of astonishment.
He let out a long breath, as if he was joking, and said: "Back then, I booked a baby marriage with a brother of mine, and whoever gave birth to a daughter would suffer. Of course, it would be great if we had a daughter."
She turned her head away, blushing, but seemed to nod.
He lowered his head inadvertently, and saw that her hand that was not holding the umbrella was twisting the corner of her clothes habitually, he gritted his teeth, and finally got the courage to hold her hand again.
She twitched her hand lightly, then let him hold it.
Wen Hua grinned.
No more swords.
Holding her hand, this kind of world is better than anything else.