Xu Fengnian looked at Aunt Shu, who forcibly endured the murderous intent and hated Madam Shu, who was pretending to be shy and flustered. For an old girl in her thirties, it wouldn't be wrong to call her Madam, right? Xu Fengnian did not follow her wishes to kill, but still hugged the small waist of the young fish, and his hands were smooth. If the waist was slender, the ginger mud was not inferior to the young fish in his arms, but Xu Fengnian had seen the young fish with his own eyes on the bed. The lucky one with Youwei's swollen chest, when compared, her small waist is particularly tight. Xu Fengnian just pointed at Shu Sha, and said jokingly: "Everyone, if I hand over this beauty and let you pity me, can I let us go?"
Holding two Xuanhua flower axes in both hands, the head of the family wore a big tiger fur fur, and glanced at Shu Sha. If it was normal, with such a rare and beautiful young lady in front of him, everything would be easy to say, but the heart is not enough. The other two are obviously more delicious than the recent one, even the most beautiful and indulgent Taoist nuns in Qingyang Palace are not half as good as them. The eldest master has been holding back on the mountain for two months, and a wave of evil fire is about to cause internal injuries He was one of the many wanted portraits of the big and small mountain kings in Qingcheng posted on the county seat, so that he could only take a risk. Facing the risk of decapitation, I occasionally disguised myself as a villager and went to the city to vent fire in a kite. How often did I not have to sleep with five or six big quilts to have fun? So I can't wait to tear up the clothes of the girls to reveal the suet white jade skin. The head of the family spat thick phlegm and slashed the woman holding the white cat viciously. He loves this one the most. But girls, it's better to have more meat to withstand the whipping of grandpa's big axe. This blessed master pointed at Yu Youwei with an axe, turned his head and said with a smile: "This one belongs to me." , No one can touch it, you can handle the rest yourself, remember not to toss it to death, wash it clean and then send it to my room."
San Dangjia is a down-and-out scholar with a stomach full of bad things. At the beginning, he tricked a girl to use the guise of burning incense in Qingcheng Mountain to overpower the king in a sparsely populated place. With a hundred secrets, he was bumped into by these gangsters. He immediately sent the soon-to-be The girl who got the mouth, became a thieves who robbed the house as soon as she got angry, and gave advice to the two masters. Later, the girl couldn't bear to be humiliated one after another, and hanged herself to death. He was so angry that he didn't even let the corpse go. After tossing a stick of incense on his body for a long time, even the second head of the big family admired him, and let him be the third head when he was happy. He was useless as a scholar, and he was not afraid of usurping the throne. The third family stared at Jiang Ni, and said with a dark smile: "This little sister is mine. I will take my brother back and train her. Don't be afraid, my brother is a educated gentleman, and he is very good at loving people."
Only the second head of the Shouhou who was shy to Shu was left, and said sourly: "The girl who was tricked by you to go up the mountain back then was thrown off the cliff by you to feed the wild dogs when she died."
Xu Fengnian snapped his fingers and asked, "I remember that this place used to be Lao Mengtou's territory, why did you change?"
The head of the family said contemptuously: "That trash who didn't even dare to kill anyone has been kicked out long ago, don't talk nonsense, get out and die, that's what grandpa hit with an axe!"
Xu Fengnian let go of Yu Youwei, stood up with the knife in hand, the head of the family looked at this posture, was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly: "Boy, how dare you play a knife in front of grandpa?!"
Xu Fengnian jumped down the steps lightly, his movements were light, and he didn't touch the fireworks. It was obviously a mysterious appearance with good internal strength. Seeing that Xuanhua Huaxue was a little dumbfounded, he kindly reminded: "Look at the back?"
The boss didn't dare to turn around, for fear of being attacked by this kid, he just turned his head and glanced quickly, what? In addition to the second and third heads, why is there only a girl in green shirt with an unfamiliar face standing, why are the brothers lying on the ground? ! That young lady in green shirt, who is more handsome than the handsome scholar, is holding the neck of a burly brother in her hand, is it hanging in the air? These brothers were all crushed to death like this? Seeing the expressionless young lady in green shirt let go of her hand, the brother who was dead died limply on the ground without saying a word. Waiting for this moment almost until the old Shu Xiu shot a bowed leg. She didn't see that she hit the body of the second head of the thin monkey, but saw that the thin monkey's body seemed to be bombarded by a huge air machine, bent into a bow, and then bang Flying upside down, the whole person was embedded in the wall, and a circle of blood spread evenly on the wall, like a mosquito being slapped to death.
After Shu Shu killed him with one leg, he stretched out his hand to smooth the black hair next to his ear, and said with a sneer, "It would be dirty to beat you."
The Xuanhua flower ax in the hands of the first master trembled violently, and he dared not retreat. The young lady in the green shirt looked like the female Yan Luo who killed people without blinking an eye, and the one who killed the second master. . I didn't even dare to enter. The old Taoist priest who had always been calm and relaxed just now felt like he was putting on a show, but now he looked like an old fairy in Qingcheng Mountain. Posture, is it also a tricky idea? Do you want to explain it here today? !
With a plop, the third master, who was most proficient in judging the situation, knelt on the ground, crying for his father and mother, begging his aunts and grandmas for their lives.
Xu Fengnian just asked a confusing question: "Did the old mengtou die?"
The head of the house whose life was hanging by a thread quickly bent down and said: "No, no, the younger one and Lao Mengtou have been friends for more than ten years, but he and the younger one have just exchanged a piece of land."
Xu Fengnian groaned, relieved, and ordered: "Lv Qiantang, take these two out, and be quicker. The crying and howling of ghosts and wolves in the middle of the night seems to be haunted. And Yang Qingfeng, you know a lot of heretics, and you will deal with these corpses. Remember to keep it far away and sleep next to the pile of dead people, I am afraid that someone will be worried all night, and the next day they will not have the energy to study and earn money."
Jiang Ni, who had already hid behind the old sword god when he saw the dead man, was pale and didn't care to refute. When Yu Youwei was still Yu Xuanji, she was very indifferent to life and death, so she was naturally much calmer than Jiang Ni. Xu Fengnian didn't even look at Lu Qiantang leaving the yard one by one, but said to Qingniao: "Bring the pen and ink, and follow me." Go out for a while, I have something to draw. Grandpa Wei, I have to trouble you to accompany me to the Yin-Yang Pavilion with a wide view."
The old Taoist priest Wei Shuyang stroked his beard and smiled, "His Royal Highness, you are very polite. It just so happens that the old Taoist also misses the pavilion a little bit. When he was young, he followed his master to Mount Qingcheng to practice Taoism, and it was there that he rested his feet."
Qingniao and the Taoist priest Jiudoumi held torches and led the way. Xu Fengnian carried a whole knife under his armpit of high-quality rice paper squeezed from Jin Sanlang. The brush in Qingniao's hand was not the same as usual. The fine white Liao tail. Looking at the back of the three people going away, Jiang Ni looked at Yang Qingfeng who was digging out the dead man in the wall and dragging him outside the courtyard. The two bandits who must have been taken out by the swordsman Lu Qiantang like chickens and ducks were also doomed. , Jiang Ni, who was hiding behind Li Chungang, was in a daze. The old sword god had experienced all the vicissitudes of life. He was also frivolous when he was young. He was no stranger to women's thoughts. It's a good word, you don't think that he acted like a prostitute in Beiliang, and you didn't wrong His Royal Highness, but after going out of Beiliang, you can't say that Xu Xiaozi is cruel and ruthless with some tricks. Today, the more than 30 people can be killed but not killed. In Xu Xiaozi's thought, he finally killed the killer, but he didn't think that those rats looked at you little girls as demeaning, the old man guessed that it was the little thief who hadn't shown up yet, Old Mengtou."
Ginger mud let out a lukewarm cry.
The old sword god said with a shy smile: "Girl Jiang, do you want to know what that kid is doing with his pen and ink? If you bake another ginkgo chicken for me, I will tell you."
Jiang Ni said angrily: "I don't want to know."
Old man Li is a person who can't hide his words, he managed to swallow all the words that came to his mouth, and said: "Stop talking, lest you be scared by this kid's city and dare not practice sword."
Yin Yang Pavilion.
Taking this as the boundary line, below the mountain is Yang, and above the mountain is Yin. It makes sense, wouldn't those gangsters who broke into the courtyard become lonely ghosts in the underworld
Xu Fengnian took a wooden board made of a blue bird, sat down cross-legged, and spread the rice paper on it. The blue bird wanted to grind ink, and Wei Shuyang took two torches to illuminate it, and looked at the Qingcheng Mountains by the moonlight. Qingcheng Mountain is very brilliant in the history of Taoism. It is the fifth cave. There is a poem written by the immortal Chengluan, "Only the peak of love is Zhangrenshan, and the steps of the red steps are close to the quiet meaning". The surging sea of clouds is indeed a rare beauty in the world. Wei Shuyang had the courage to walk across the iron chain bridge once, and walked for half an hour. After finally reaching Tianzun Peak, his legs were limp and his clothes were soaked.
Wei Shuyang looked down and praised sincerely: "His Royal Highness has a good memory."
Xu Fengnian concentrated his attention and carefully described all the mountains and rivers behind Beiliang. He was even more accurate than those senior officials of the Geographical Administration, and even more subtle. Even a well-informed old man like Wei Shuyang was dumbfounded. His Royal Highness painted for an hour. , changed more than ten sheets of rice paper, and finally painted Qingcheng Mountain. His Royal Highness just rode the horse and didn't see how to see the scenery. It is especially suitable to write at the end of Liaowei in Guandong. Wei Shuyang grew up with His Royal Highness, so he is far more familiar with Xu Fengnian's character than outsiders. He is naughty and mischievous, otherwise he wouldn't pee on his neck. Going to wipe his ass, but once this little kid gets serious, he has a stubborn head. Once he was punished by Li Yishan on the top floor to copy the scriptures. His Royal Highness did not admit his mistake, but he still copied the books. One hundred thousand words, in the end even Da Zhuguo interceded, and finally won the fight against Li Yishan who couldn't laugh or cry.
Xu Fengnian stopped writing, waited for the ink to dry, raised his head and smiled at the blue bird: "Wait, take these rice papers and go back to the carriage to sleep, otherwise that girl will not dare to close her eyes."
When the ink on the rice paper was exhausted, Jade Bird took the paper and pen to cook the rice and left gently.
The torch has been changed several times.
Xu Fengnian shook his wrist and said with a soft smile: "Grandpa Wei, I drew this thing, don't let others know."
The old Taoist nodded and said: "Of course, His Royal Highness has a beautiful chest, the old Taoist sees it in his eyes, takes it to heart, and never talks too much."
Xu Fengnian looked at the highest peak of Mount Qingcheng from a distance, and said mockingly: "His Royal Highness, the son of the world, has a beautiful heart like fart."
Wei Shuyang laughed and said, "His Royal Highness is too humble."
Xu Fengnian closed his eyes, faced the beautiful mountains, folded the saber on his knee, pinched Huang Ting Jue with two fingers, and fell silently.
Wei Shuyang didn't sleep all night, he just sat quietly and watched His Royal Highness's mysterious scene that seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping.
There is a trance between the eyebrows on the forehead, and there is a purple air coming from the east.
The closer to the morning, the rising sun, Xu Fengnian's red date imprint on the eyebrows changed from deep red to light purple.
When the first morning light hit his upper body, Xu Fengnian slowly opened his eyes, turned to look at Wei Shuyang, apologetic.
Wei Shuyang caressed his white beard lightly, shook his head and said with a smile: "The old man is looking forward to His Royal Highness going to the dragon and the tiger."