The Western Regions, the boundary of the Fengjia Territory.

A young man dressed in short brown stood in the wind, folded his hands on his chest, and slowly pushed them out, while exhaling slightly, all in one go.

The autumn cold has arrived, the wind is howling, and the young man is unaware.

"Your Highness, it's cold, let's practice here today. The girl in the pink skirt stood timidly to the side and repeated in a low voice.

After Feng Mianmiao pushed his palm, he took a step, pulled the silver dangling long knife at his waist, held the handle of the knife with one hand and slashed in the air, it looked out of order, a set down, and finally withdrew the knife back to his waist with his backhand, exhaled a breath, revealing a bright smile, he raised his hand, and the girl in the pink skirt naturally stepped forward to serve him and put on his coat.

"Winter bamboo shoots, let's call me young master in the future, it's always called His Royal Highness, it's weird. The boy grimaced at the girl in the pink skirt.

The pink-skirted maid covered her mouth and chuckled, and tightened the young man's collar, "Your Highness, now your identity is the second son of the Feng family, the second prince of King Feng Luan, the front and outside of the palace are different from the past, and the slave maid can't cross the rules." ”

Dong Zhu let go of his hand and stood away, and secretly glanced at his Royal Highness, his face was handsome, his body was straight, and a set of boxing techniques knocked down his forehead with beads of sweat oozing slightly, and the smell of a man made her pretty face red, and the more she looked at it, the better she looked! The girl in the pink skirt was secretly proud that she could serve this highness.

Feng Mianmiao sighed, there are too many rules here, in the past in Luohua City, at ease, where are there so many rules?

The young man touched the long knife on his waist, the scabbard was decorated with pearls and jade, and the knife body was also tattooed with complex Sanskrit characters, which could be held in his hand to warm his mind.

It's a pity that this beautiful knife can't be taken to Fang Yanxian.

The young man is frowning now, thinking about what name should he choose for such a good knife, but he can't waste it!

"Hmph, virtue!" a crisp voice came from afar.

The young man's eyes lit up, he smiled again, and ran over quickly, "Rui Qing, why are you here?"

In the distance, the girl frowned, folded her hands around her chest, and pursed her lips.

The girl is dressed in a gown, decorated with white rhododendron lace, and the green silk coils that used to be scattered randomly form a bun shaped like a snail shell, and she is tall and tall, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

Zang Ruiqing pulled the young man's ear, "Why am I here, what's the matter, I'm happy!"

The girl has a hot temperament that is diametrically opposed to her gentle appearance.

Feng Mianmiao grinned in pain, and had nothing to refute. The winter bamboo shoots on the side stood up straight respectfully and whispered, "Miss." ”

Zang Ruiqing let go of the young man, turned his hands behind his back, and said to the girl in the pink skirt with a look: "Dong Zhu, why are you still so thin, is it your young master bullying you, you tell me, I can't beat him!"

The girl in the pink skirt shook her head again and again, waving her hand desperately, Zang Ruiqing sighed, "You, you, you know how to protect your master." ”

The young man gave a thumbs up, his eyebrows fluttered, and he said to the woman in the long skirt: "Oh, I'll show you my newly learned kung fu." ”

Feng Mianmiao opened the knife technique he had just practiced again, and he was drenched in sweat, and his body couldn't help but shake a little after he put it away, standing with his knife, and said proudly: "How, isn't it very powerful, do you have the demeanor of a martial artist in the second realm?"

"Hahahaha, mother, just put up a few flower shelves, and return the martial arts of the second realm, laugh at me to death. Before the girl could answer, a voice suddenly came out of the air, and she couldn't stop laughing.

The boy and girl were slightly stunned and looked up at the sky.

In the distance, on the beam, there was an old man hanging, laughing and drinking at the same time, and dangling the wine gourd in this direction.

Feng Mianmiao's eyes widened, "Old man, why are you here." ”

Isn't it the sloppy old man who was talking in the restaurant that day?

The old man raised his head, drank all the wine in the gourd, shook slightly, his body fell upside down, and for a moment off the ground, he suddenly stopped, and the long strip-like object wrapped in gray cloth around his waist stood upright on the ground, and the old man's body was horizontal on the handle of the knife, and he turned over and jumped down.

The young man's eyes lit up, but Zang Ruiqing looked solemn. You must know that this is the mansion of King Fengluan, and there are countless masters and dead soldiers hidden in the shadows, and there is no problem in entering and exiting by yourself, but the mediocre-looking old man hangs on the beams of the house at will, which is very problematic.

"Mianmiao, Rui Qing. Behind the old man, a middle-aged man in civilian clothes strode forward with a calm smile.

Seeing this person, the girl's nerves suddenly relaxed, changed her smiling face, and gave a blessing, "Uncle Feng." ”

The boy reluctantly said hello, "Dad." ”

Feng Luan King Feng Qing, he has just been crowned king in the past few years, but his wrist is very powerful, who mentioned King Feng Luan around him, didn't he give a thumbs up?

The middle-aged man held his hands behind his back, and his instrument was lofty, and that kind of momentum was not something that a girl could raise with her hands behind her back. He smiled and nodded at the girl first, and then bowed to the sloppy old man, "Ancestor, don't come unharmed." ”

The sloppy old man glanced at the man and snorted twice, "Okay, fart, the last time we met, were you five or six years old, didn't you see that Lao Tzu's beard is white now." You little baby is amazing, dare to go to that piece of right and wrong, what, come back with a few more guts, paint the land as the king, and have the courage to let Lao Tzu owe you a personal favor. ”

The man smiled and put on a lower posture, "The avenue is like seeking nobility in danger, our martial artists under the mountain are not as talented as the immortals on the mountain, but there are still some things to fight for, the twelve countries of the Western Regions should not be scattered." The man said this categorically.

The old man sneered, "Bullshit avenue, never in the eyes of Lao Tzu." ”

The dignified King Luan, in the face of this sloppy old man who was full of swearing, his attitude couldn't be lower.

"Mianmiao, come here. The middle-aged man beckoned to the boy.

The corners of Feng Mianmiao's mouth twitched, and he walked over with his head in his hands.

"Ancestor, let me introduce you to ......" Before the man's words fell, the old man stretched out his hand to interrupt.

"Needless introduction, I've known this kid for a long time. The old man looked at the boy with a smile, "I didn't expect it to be you kid, interesting." ”

The boy was confused for a long time.

The middle-aged man looked solemn, and said with a straight face: "Mianmiao, from today onwards, this Song seniors will stay by your side, you must remember that the etiquette must be in place, and you must not be rude." ”

"It doesn't matter if he's rude or not, I don't care. The sloppy old man smiled, looked at the young man, and patted the gray strip on his waist, "Lao Tzu is called Song Xiaoming, and this knife is called Earth Dog." ”

Feng Mianmiao blinked, thought for a while, smiled, learned the old man's movements, and patted the Xueliang long knife on his waist, "My name is Feng Mianmiao, and this knife is called a wild dog." ”

Pity a top craftsman in the world who created a good-looking knife, and was casually given such an unpleasant name by the young man.

The old man was stunned and laughed, "It's decided, this knife is called a wild dog!"

The old man with a bad name coughed twice, and said with a straight face, "Boy, the chicken leg last time was too oily!

Feng Mianmiao grinned, "If you have kung fu to turn around, please ask the old man to taste a sauced beef to ensure that it tastes good." ”

"It's settled!" the old man laughed.

"What's decided, your Royal Highness the Second Prince, you should study hard, what are you running around, I really think I don't know that the family you are talking about is the old Wu Tou of Luohua City? You just want to flirt with other people's girls." Zang Ruiqing's eyes widened, grabbed Feng Mianmiao's ears fiercely, twisted it vigorously, gritted her teeth and said.

The young man even begged for mercy, and the two of them didn't care at all in the face of the old man who had to respect even King Fengluan.

The old man smiled and said to himself, "It turns out that he is afraid of his daughter-in-law." ”

King Feng Luan listened to it in a cold sweat.

The winter bamboo shoots stood aside, the little maid, at a loss.

......

On that day, the gate of a Zen monastery in the west was crowded with people, and in the small courtyard, a bald monk sat on the ground, his hands folded, and a green lamp was placed in front of him.

In a foreign land, a strange guest, a different Zen temple, a person in front of the Buddha and a Zen, no one dares to set foot on this Buddhist dojo half a step.

Chen Daoxuan silently said, "Good." ”

In the air not far in front of him, a white-clothed figure stood barefoot on the tile, tilting his head to look at the monk on the ground with a bright head, his eyebrows curled like a crescent moon.

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