Datang Yong'an City, thousands of empty alleys. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wenwu Suzaku Street, how to send it off with tens of millions of voices.

Under the gaze of the city tower in a yellow dragon robe, the white-clothed monk held the bowl and headed west.

Early in the morning, the gate of Zhuyang City was opened, and a carriage rushed out. The interior layout of the car could not be simpler, there are no gold and silver jewelry, and there are no plants and flowers.

Qin Fang changed into white clothes, showing a deeper color in his eyebrows. Huang Lian and Liu Yuanyuan sat on both sides, but Huang Lian leaned on Qin Fang a little closer. And the groom who drove the car was the grandson of the Jin family who had already bought more than ten rough cloth clothes, no, it was "winter bamboo shoots".

Even if the good deeds of that night were ruined by this Jin family grandson who was full of food and was about to run away from home, Huang Lian had joys and worries in his heart.

The good thing is that, at least from this point of view, his son-in-law is not as hungry and thirsty as the princess of the Liu family said;

Otherwise, that night would not have ended with the pair of old men making do with a room in the south room of the palace with their sleeves.

Most of the girls' minds are a little contradictory, so much so that the corner of the clothes is still ravaged in the hands of the little girl.

Huang Lian looked up at the son, who was dressed in chic white and never carried a bookcase again.

Qin Fang felt something, tilted his head and glanced at it, and when he saw the latter suddenly retract his head, he continued to sort out what had happened during this time.

There is a way that is not forgotten in the past, and the teacher of the future. Qin Fang counted the qi that was barely running in Fang Cai's body, and now he had three hundred and six tricks, only the tail lu and the upper and lower dantian three tricks that had been forcibly repaired by the second master mother's luck, and he could barely do it for a week.

However, the reason why Qin Fang was able to keep these three tricks from collapsing on their own was thanks to the "Heqi Technique" that the old man who gambled chess forced him to practice. Every time he ran the qi machine according to the trajectory of the qi technique, he would feel that the trick points that had been forcibly infiltrated by this qi machine would have a sense of pain, and Qin Fang couldn't help but be overjoyed: this was a sign of recovery!

As long as the daily throughput and storage, it is only a matter of time before these three hundred and six tricks are fully restored! Although the second master said that this process cannot be completed in thirty or forty years. After all, he is a person outside the world, Qin Fang's heart is much more optimistic than others, as long as there is hope, it will be successful, no matter how long it will take him, there can be one of them.

Now that the deer killing sword with both murderous nature and sword energy has been delivered to the second master, there is only one way for me to learn from it. Qin Fang stretched out his right hand, which was two points whiter than Coptis chinensis, and suddenly grasped the hilt of the scripture-taking sword.

No response. Not even a trace of sword qi was leaked.

Qin Fang stretched out his hand and touched the blade of the sword, but he didn't even show the slightest sharpness, but felt like he was caressing a piece of cold and beautiful jade, so soft and greasy, Qin Fang had to wonder if this sword could kill people.

"You Xuantie pimple, why are you like those old monks who sit and practice meditation in the temple!" Qin Fang slapped his sword angrily and threw it at his feet.

The cloth groom outside shivered coldly.

Qin Fang saw that the ancient sword was all jet-black under the sun, and then he remembered the words that the drunken madman said when he handed over the three swords to himself:

"I went to the West Heaven to get the true scriptures and returned to the true Buddha in the world. ”

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There are trees on both sides of the official road, and they got out of the carriage and sat next to the winter bamboo shoots.

Qin Fang had a stick in his mouth before he stopped to rest and pulled out the dead grass in the mud with his hands, closed his eyes and tasted the taste of this dead thing.

"Dong Zhu, did you regret following a master who is younger than you like me?"

Jin Dongyin, who changed his name to Dong Bamboo Shoots, jumped in his heart, quickly turned his head, stared at this handsome face and said: "How can it, Master, don't drive me home! ”

Dong Zhu waved his horsewhip violently and straightened his body, "Although you may be a little younger than me, it doesn't matter. Han Daguanzi has a saying, my master is also Taoist, Fu Yong knows that he was born in Wuhu in the order of his year? Master, didn't you say it yourself, your injury can be recovered, so if you can't recover, won't there be winter bamboo shoots in front of you?"

When Qin Fang heard this, he gave Dong Zhu a chestnut, and scolded and scolded: "Forget how many catties and taels your family has?

Dong Zhu smiled and asked, "Master, there is a tavern in front, can you stop it?"

"Stop!" Qin Fang turned around and wrapped the thick cloth of the scripture sword.

Qin Fang was carrying a cloth bag, and behind him were Huang Lian, Liu Yuanyuan, and the queen of the Winter Bamboo Shoot Palace. People can be very free and casual on the surface, but in their hearts, they have to be cautious.

There is a small cloth on the flag door of the dilapidated tavern that is about to be worn by decay, and the word "wine" can be vaguely seen on it.

Jianghu restaurants do not hang their names and surnames in front of the door, this is already a common practice, Qin Fang hurriedly glanced at this wine shop made of wooden boards, and stepped in.

The group occupied a small table and sat down, which immediately attracted a lot of burning eyes. Four or five tables are already rare in these Yeluzi taverns, and coupled with the demeanor of the proprietress, it seems that this tavern suddenly has a little ancient meaning.

Directly ignoring the meaty men at the other tables, he asked for a small plate of peanuts and fennel beans, Qin Yi brought white water and a jar of wine from the front, and said to Qin Fang's beautiful female shopkeeper that this wine was made of peach blossoms, whether in Datang or elsewhere, it was prestigious, and Qin Fang laughed at it.

Qin Fang ate wine, a guqin and a pipa swaggered in from outside the tavern, and the old man like an old man who was like a farmer was followed by a girl with a white face but some burns.

Qin Fang smiled, this kind of grandfather taking his granddaughter is really common in the world. The Northern Wei Dynasty miracle doctor Lu Chunlai who went away from home is like this, and now this pair of hard-working grandchildren are also like this.

Qin Fang immediately remembered the sentence that he could recite twice in his previous life, "The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years." ”

"Now within the borders of the Tang Dynasty, it can be regarded as a bit of a peaceful world, but the north and south of Xinjiang have not been peaceful for a day. Not long after the birth of the Tang Dynasty, most of the troop accumulation relied on the general Chai Changling and Qin Cheng, the king of Annam. Now that Qin Cheng, the king of Annan, is restrained by the one wearing the dragon robe, there is a need for another vassal lackey of the Li family, and maybe which family will throw himself into the fire pit. Qin Fang habitually poured a sip of peach blossom wine and swallowed it vigorously.

Dong Zhu also took a bite of the same way, but he was choked with tears, and finally changed his tone, and Dong Zhu began to talk to the master about national affairs:

"Do you think it will be the Zhong family, an old friend of my family? The Jin family and the Hu family have been at odds for generations, and it is not an exaggeration to say that there is a feud, but there is a gate in the middle. ”

Qin Fang saw that the old man with the negative qin had already sat down, and took out a piece of startling wood and a large white bowl from the small burden behind his back.

"You don't have to think nonsense, and you're ready to listen to that old man!"

Poor winter bamboo shoots suffered another big chestnut.

"Heroes, the old man is here today with a cheeky face to tell the big guy the last paragraph, those who have money can hold a money field, and those who don't have money can also hold a personal field, the old man has thanked him here!" The old man clenched his fists and bowed.

Not to mention, this old man looks dressed in tatters, but his voice is extraordinarily loud and full of energy.

"Smack!" the startled wood slapped on the wine table that was some years old, and the old man opened his mouth and said:

"Today, the old man doesn't talk about the three points of the world, and he doesn't talk about the turmoil of the six countries, but only about the three swords of the white-clothed son!"

Qin Fang's heart jumped when he heard this, and then he smiled. Although Qin Fang is not good at looking at his appearance, he can also know that the old man is just an ordinary old man.

"Old man, talk about it quickly! Our brothers have also heard a little about this, and we just want to hear it in more detail!" The big men at the next table suddenly slapped the table and shouted. The beautiful proprietress frowned slightly, thinking about it in her heart.

"Don't worry, heroes! The old man swallowed, and then said aloud:

"There are a lot of pilgrims on Fumo Mountain, and the cloud top is also very sparsely populated. This Taoist ancestral court is notoriously unkind! The scholar in white is in high spirits, just to seek revenge. ...... The pilgrims all over the mountain saw a white-clothed dragon like a dragon, sweeping directly from the foot of the mountain to the top of the Demon Mountain, and then three Heavenly Sword Qi went straight into the white jade platform, and then they heard the scholar roar: "Telai Liuyunding asked!"

After the old man said a word, his face was already full of red light, and even the men and the proprietress were infected a little, and they became excited. Even one of the big men is already shouting wonderful at this time.

"Fu Mo Mountain, it is indeed a little arrogant. That man must be one of the people who has offended in Fumo Mountain. Qin Fang lowered his head and took a sip of wine, looked at the winter bamboo shoots on the side who were listening energetically as he said, and shook his head.

It took a few days for the heart to subdue the demons, and in the end, the Dao Daliu Yunding used the body method, and only then did the sword insert the white jade platform in a few hours.

This storytelling is purely for a gimmick, so it is said that the white dragon is sweeping straight to the top of the clouds. If you say you don't want money, how can you really not want it?

The little girl was holding the pipa in her hand, and since the beginning of the opening, the old man on the side said that the excitement was like the clanging sound of the iron horse glacier, and I saw that the girl had a few scars on her quietly deformed fingers, and Qin Fang only felt sorry for this.

"But the white-clothed scholar stiffly took Yang Zonglan's 'sword from Tianlan', and gave Yang Zonglan a few steps back, worthy of being a 'kendo rookie'!" The old man glanced around at everyone's expressions, and hurriedly said: "Let your Yang Zonglan's sword rise from the sky, and the white-clothed scholar will approach inch by inch when he steps out! The scholar slammed into the sky with a sword, divided the white jade platform into two halves, and pointed at the statue of the ancestor of Fumo Mountain!" The old man said this, paused, and hinted that if he wanted to listen to it, he would have to spend some money.

"Old man, talk quickly!" the men took out some broken silver from their bosoms and hurriedly put them into the big bowl in front of the girl.

Qin Fang pulled the unfinished winter bamboo shoots, Huang Lian also got up, and Liu Yuanyuan got up silently.

"Go, give it to the girl. Qin Fang took out a silver horn from the money bag on his waist and handed it to the winter bamboo shoots with a flushed face.

Winter bamboo shoots responded, ran over with an arrow, put the silver horn into the bowl, turned his back to the little girl with bright eyes, and left in a dashing manner.

The old man looked normal.

Qin Fang and the others got into the carriage, and the tavern sounded again like a bell.

Qin Fang sat outside, muttering in his mouth.

Dong Zhu listened closely, and only heard the master in white with a sword say:

"How many things in the world are paid to the storyteller? ”