Xu Fengnian let out a mouthful of turbid air slowly, feeling depressed for a long time.
Xu Fengnian did have grievances against the old master who devoted himself to helping the Su family in Western Shu. If they hadn't rushed to Shuzhao to erect the banner of restoring the country, many chess pieces buried there in Beiliang would not have surfaced so quickly, even if they were left behind. Don't worry, it's far better than the current embarrassing situation. If it wasn't for Chen Zhibao not completely tearing his face away from Beiliang, those spies who had spent countless energy and financial resources in Beiliang would be out of ten. You must know that under Master Li Yishan According to the established strategy of Liyang, once the Liyang court made up its mind to hold back in the future reckless battle, Beiliang would directly point at Shuzhao and use it as the strategic rear of Beiliang's successor source of food, grass and soldiers. The continuous infiltration of the land, Beiliang can be said to spare no effort, and it is far more important than the Central Plains, so a certain hard-working man in a certain county mansion, an old-fashioned private school teacher who preaches and teaches, and a trafficker in the market, and a brothel to court. The benefactor's Fengyun Huakui, or even the powerful lieutenant in the Shuzhao army, may be the dead soldiers of Fushuifang.
Taking ten thousand steps back, because Shuzhao and Beiliang were cut off by Chen Zhibao, even if the Xu family's iron cavalry never defended Beiliang in the end, so that those Fushuifang chess pieces could not make meritorious deeds in the end, but the worst thing is that those people can only be With an unknown regret, he slowly died of old age in Shuzhao. Instead of being exposed in broad daylight like wandering ghosts like now, not only Chen Zhibao knew their identities, but even Liyang Zhao Gou began to secretly record them, just waiting for the future to settle accounts in the autumn.
For Su Su, Xu Fengnian can't talk about how to hold grudges. This young man is not even a puppet who can't even be called a shopkeeper. Under the general trend, he can only follow the trend. In Shu and Zhao, Su Su dragged the blind luthier to pretend to be a young hero, and wandered wantonly in the rivers and lakes. As for the swordsmith surnamed Qi who once presented him with a new sword "Spring and Autumn", Xu Fengnian could only admire him.
In the end, Xu Fengnian was angry at Zhao Dingxiu's defection, but he hated himself even more for his carelessness.
Sometimes, the words of the king can make the country prosperous or the country can be destroyed.
Soldiers are a major event of the country.
No joke.
Maybe the simple-minded Su Su was just guilty of the treachery of him and the old master. Since he was sensible, he only knew that he was an ordinary survivor who lived in Beimang and waited to die. He only knew that the old master was a pedantic and strict old scholar with no ambitions, and that Uncle Qi was nothing more than a stronger blacksmith. What is the bell ringing and the food, what is the king's country, what is the death battle of the Xishu emperor's uncle at the city gate, what is the minister who died together with the country in Xishu, who is the most outstanding in the spring and autumn. Except for the golden dragon pattern wrapped in the baby in the swaddle, he has never worn it. One day the prince was in a python suit, so he didn't understand those generosity at all.
Su Su sniffled her nose secretly, showing her weakness and lack of ambition.
He only longed for the Jianghu, and didn't like that kind of strange temple and officialdom.
After the subjugation of the country, the tears in the eyes of the former ministers of the Su Clan, the kind of bowing and bowing ceremony, not only did not make this young man with no ambitions feel happy, he would only feel that a heavy burden was on his shoulders.
In private, he once mocked himself to his favorite blind female luthier: Su Su is useless.
At some point, there was no Wei Miao and Miao girl who came here with Su Su and the others. The couple had already stood behind the swordsmith surnamed Qi, invisibly separating the flow of people. Especially when a Miaojiang woman in gorgeous clothes grinned and smashed the palm of a disciple, the crowd of good men and women who came to Wudang Mountain to burn incense began to scatter. But he also cautiously watched from a distance.
Wei Miao took a few steps forward, straight to the point and said, "The king of Shu wants me to send a message to both of you, there is no hindrance to crossing the border."
Xu Fengnian noticed that the swordsmith surnamed Qi frowned, and he knew it, so he asked, "When did he hand this sentence to you, before or after the accident in Chunxue Tower?"
Wei Miao said indifferently: "I won't say, it's not important."
Xu Fengnian ignored the famous Nanzhao No. 1 Grandmaster, and looked at the swordsmith with the surname Qi, "Send me a word to Old Master Lu, the relationship between Beiliang and Shuzhao is no different than Beiliang and Central Plains." Land, once we can't defend Beibei City, Shu Zhao is destined to face Beimang cavalry head-on soon, so 20,000 people are the minimum, and they must be elite, otherwise it will only be a disservice to us in Beiliang, and it can only be sent to death."
The swordsmith surnamed Qi nodded.
As the dust settled, Su Su was about to turn around and leave when he heard the young vassal lord ask with a smile: "After spending so much money, it can be called the most expensive marriage contract in the world, don't you want to try your luck?"
Su Su still insisted on leaving, but someone grabbed her cuffs, turned her head to look, although she closed her eyes, her face was obviously full of hope.
Su Su's heart suddenly softened, and he walked back to the table with a straight face, held the bamboo tube, shook it violently, and finally shook out a bamboo stick.
Xu Fengnian reached out to pick up the bamboo stick, glanced at it, and then showed a look of pity.
Su Su's mood fell to the bottom instantly.
After the previous turmoil of deep internal injuries, the young man who was in a worse situation at this moment no longer has the slightest cynical demeanor, and his eyes are red again.
Xu Fengnian sighed.
Su Su turned her head and smiled at the blind female luthier, "Let's go, this lottery doesn't work."
Xue Songguan smiled and nodded.
Xu Fengnian raised his eyebrows, "Not working?!"
Su Su didn't even have the energy to bicker, so she took her hand and was about to leave.
I only heard a sentence coming from behind, "The thirty-ninth lottery, 'the person you like, the person you like'. The lottery was signed. Oh, it turned out that it didn't work."
As if struck by lightning, Su Su turned around and snatched the marriage lottery in Xu Fengnian's hand.
Xu Fengnian dodged the arm holding the lottery high, "Give me the money first, one hundred Wen!"
Su Su stared at each other angrily, "Receive the money?!"
Xu Fengnian twirled the thumb and index finger of the other hand lightly, "Whether you give money to love, and whether to sign love or not."
Xue Songguan smiled, and silently took out a delicate purse from a weaver Jinxiu, and wanted to give the money.
Su Su grabbed her wrist, stared at Xu Fengnian fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "Is it really a good sign?"
Xu Fengnian said lazily: "Believe it or not."
Even the dull-tempered swordsmith Qi surnamed couldn't bear it. It was really sad and suffered for His Royal Highness to meet this young feudal lord.
Xue Songguan still gave one hundred wen, but she stretched out her hand and spread it out.
Sign, no matter good or bad, she will collect it.
At the same time, the blind luthier, who is second only to the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a in the Profound Realm, is full of momentum.
She didn't give the young vassal the slightest chance to replace the bamboo sticks.
No matter whether it is up or down, she wants the real one.
Xu Fengnian smiled and handed out the bamboo stick, Su Su grabbed it first, then was stunned.
Xu Fengnian sighed.
Xue Songguan's dejected expression flashed away.
Noticing her subtle changes, Su Su immediately came to her senses, and said angrily, "Xu! You bastard who has been beaten for thousands of knives!"
Xu Fengnian laughed loudly, "Mispronounced it wrongly, it is the eighty-first lottery, which is better than the last lottery, and the last lottery is the lucky lottery!"
Xue Songguan raised his head suddenly, facing Su Su, she was full of incredulity.
Su Su hugged her tightly, crying, and said: "It's really easy to sign, really!"
Xu Fengnian shook his head leisurely and said: "Eighty-one lottery, 'ke wife'!"
Xue Songguan slightly broke away from Su Su's embrace, she turned sideways, her cheeks were flushed for the first time, and then solemnly bestowed a blessing on the young feudal lord.
Maybe it was thanks to him for setting up a stall here to release the lottery, which made Su Su shake out this good lottery that she never dreamed of.
Maybe it was fortunate that he didn't die in the assassination in the alley in the rain in Beimang back then, which made him know Su Su.
Perhaps it was thanks to him for persuading him at the last moment, which was tantamount to helping Su Su untie the knot in his heart.
Xu Fengnian waved his hand and jokingly said: "Miss Xue, to tell you the truth, this shortbread is really not good enough for you. Of course he will draw a lottery, but of course it will be a good lottery, but Xue Songguan, you are a real deal." People are not good, so if you were to draw the lottery, I dare to say that it must be the lottery."
Su Su has been tossed by Xu Fengnian for a long time, and she has no energy left. Even the sentence "Put your mother's shit" sounds weak.
Xu Fengnian beat the dog in the water: "Shortbread, since it's a good lottery, let's give it another 100 coins. It's such a festive thing, and this little money can't be saved."
Without saying a word, Su Su led Xue Songguan and left.
Although he is only second to the old master Zhao Dingxiu in supporting the dragon, the swordsmith surnamed Qi came to Shuzhao, but he never got involved in military and political affairs. He bid farewell to Xu Fengnian, and Xu Fengnian also stood up and hugged his fists to see him off.
Since we meet in Jianghu, we are different from Jianghu.
There are only rivers and lakes, but no temples.
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After the Spring and Autumn Period, there were two battles between the masters, which fascinated Liyang Jianghu the most.
One is Li Chungang and Wang Xianzhi fighting on the East China Sea.
One was Xinliang King Xu Fengnian, Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a, and high official Cao Changqing. The three fought in Tai'an City.
As for the battle between Tuoba Bodhisattva and Deng Tai'a, or Xu Fengnian and Tuoba Bodhisattva's battle in the Western Regions, because there were not many bystanders, it was far less powerful than the former.
But before the hut today, it is even more lonely. There were only a handful of three spectators, and none of them were the kind of Taoist who liked to tell stories. Presumably, in the end, most of the world would never hear about this peak conflict.
However, the two sides in the battle, one who was once an eminent monk who had entered Tai'an in white clothes and enjoyed the highest reputation in the world early, and the other was the pillar of the country who held half of the military power of the dynasty, certainly didn't care about those false names in the world.
Gu Jiantang suddenly burst out laughing, withdrew his palm, shook his head, and stopped talking.
Bai Yu narrowed his eyes, unable to see clearly, and asked curiously in a low voice, "Why don't you fight?"
Qi Xianxia said calmly: "It's over."
Bai Yu was stunned for a moment, "Why, fights are becoming more popular in the world now than fighting?"
Qi Xianxia stood upright under the eaves. From his direction, although he could only see the back of the white-clothed monk, Qi Xianxia was still able to rely on the subtle tremors of the snow-white cassock to run as fast as thunder, but he was forcibly suppressed by Li Beangxin .
Abbot Tiandi.
A cassock is a small world.
Only Bai Yu and Han Gui couldn't see clearly that world, once they were in it, the world would be turned upside down.
In short, Gu Jiantang seems to be understating or even lacking the power of a single strike. If he is carried by another person, at the foot of a majestic mountain, he will be destroyed by the mountain; at the mouth of a great river, the river will be destroyed. The seawater poured back dozens of miles.
The string of hanging beads on the monk's chest in white slowly quieted down.
At this moment, the top of a large peak in the north of the Great Lotus Peak shattered, and the sound was as heavy as thunder.
Gu Jiantang said helplessly: "Li Beware, isn't this appropriate?"
The white-clothed monk smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but after going up the mountain, the poor monk watched the Taoist priests boxing every morning, and he also realized something.
He said he was embarrassed, but the middle-aged monk didn't seem to have the slightest sense of embarrassment.
Gu Jiantang snorted coldly.
The white-clothed monk hesitated for a moment, and said with a serious face: "Majestic strength, it is similar to Wang Xianzhi's ability to drop ten times with one force. If Wang Xianzhi were to carry it, you could also hurt him. Of course, you want to beat Wang Xianzhi with this." , is still unrealistic.”
Gu Jiantang asked calmly: "That's all?"
The white-clothed monk smiled and said: "Of course, the most important thing is that this move of yours can damage your popularity. If you cut seven or eight knives in succession, Wang Xianzhi will also fall quickly, otherwise I wouldn't have used your knives as a trick That mountain behind."
Gu Jiantang said proudly: "I can strike twelve knives in a row!"
The white-clothed monk said angrily: "Do you think you have the celestial physique that Xu inherited from Gao Shulu? And at the same time, you are also the Wudang Dahuangting with energy circulation and endless life? Wang Xianzhi can smash you to death with three or four punches!"
Gu Jiantang sneered.
The white-clothed monk touched his bald head, "You really don't believe me, there are only a handful of people in this world who really know how powerful Wang Xianzhi is, Li Chungang, Xu Fengnian, and at most one Hong Xixiang. After all, those two people never really had a life-and-death struggle with Wang Xianzhi. Also, even if the poor monk doesn't use the essence of Wudang boxing, if you stand still and let you chop twelve knives, the poor monk's figure can still be as still as a mountain. It's just not long before You have to go out and do something yourself, there is no way to lose your strength here."
Gu Jiantang remained silent.
The white-clothed monk sighed: "Gu Jiantang, if you can stick to the sword without distraction, you might have the chance to compete for the number one person in the world."
Gu Jiantang recovered his normal expression, and said with a smile: "In Gu's opinion, the knife can only be used as a murder weapon on the battlefield. It is used to compete for fame in the world. It is too wasteful."
The sword is romantic in the rivers and lakes, and the knife is full of blood in the battlefield.
This may be the true cognition in the heart of General Gu Jiantang.
Gu Jiantang finally asked: "I want to know, who in the world can break your vajra physique?"
The monk in white touched his head and stretched out three fingers, "Deng Tai'a's Tai'a Sword."
Gu Jiantang nodded, he had already guessed it.
The white-clothed monk continued: "The snoring of the poor monk's wife."
Gu Jiantang took a deep breath.
Just left without saying hello.
The third person, he didn't want to know at all.
The white-clothed monk continued to murmur: "Then there is the small gavel in the hands of the poor monk's daughter. She likes to beat her father's head like a wooden fish. The girl doesn't know how to love her father. Of course, the father really loves her."
Bai Yu and Han Gui looked at each other and smiled.
Difficult things in the world seem to be easy in front of the white-clothed monk Li Dangxin.
Han Gui suddenly looked bitter and said, "Sir, which damaged mountain?"
The white-clothed monk turned his head and said with a smile, "Go ask someone surnamed Xu for money to repair it!"
Han Gui thought for a while, "It's a good idea."
As the governor of Liangzhou, Bai Yu quickly waved his hands and said, "I don't want to! We in Beiliang are running out of money now!"
Not long after Gu Jiantang left, the group that went to buy rouge returned earlier than expected.
Behind the Xiaodao Tong Qingxin and Yu Fu, the two children secretly had fun.
For the first three people, Li Dongxi pulled Wu Nanbei's ears, and Li Danxin's wife pulled her daughter's ears.
The woman said angrily, "Li Zi, are you still your mother's daughter? If you hadn't dragged Ben Nanbei to listen to you talking about Jianghu, which would have delayed time, otherwise he would have gone to Yuqing Temple earlier, and he wouldn't have been able to buy cotton from Yanliufang. Yanzhi?!"
Li Dongxi tugged at Stupid Nanbei's ears, and said angrily, "It's all your fault! You were the one who said about Yanliufang Mianyan branch! I don't know if I said it earlier!"
Wu Nanbei felt aggrieved and said: "Master, Li Zi, I never thought that Master hid the silver privately from the beginning."
The three of them looked at the monk in white.
The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together, looked up at the sky, and murmured: "Buddha blesses me, I can have food tonight."
At this time, none of the people present knew that the string of Buddhist beads on the chest of the white-clothed monk Li Beangxin was actually a string of 108 peachwood beads. It was not only because of years of wear and tear, but also because of Gu Jiantang's knife, it had already dissipated like smoke. .
Although there is no string, the beads are still in a string, which was actually done in one go by Li Dangxin.
Things are impermanent.
Be careful as usual.