Sword of Coming

The bureaucratic bureau has come to the guests of two servants. Both of them are the years of the weak crown. The Yushu is in the wind, such as Nan Rusong, the first class of quality. The concierge heard that after visiting Mr. Cui, he did not even ask for his identity. He quickly led the bureaucrat and received the other residence of Mr. Cui, helping to knock the threshold, and the concierge bowed his words.

The person who opened the door was the gentleman who represented Confucianism to discuss the things to be defeated. He won the reputation of Tsang Pang Lang when he was young, and he has always been regarded as the best choice for the next mountain master of Guanhu Academy. After seeing the two young people, he was surprised and surprised. He looked at one of the young people who leaned against the threshold and smiled and asked: "Yuqiao, is this friend around you?"

The young man, who is called the bridge, said with a smile on his hippie: "This guy is the younger brother of Chen of Longwei County in the Dagu dynasty. You can call him a pine wind. This guy has a bad life, beautiful wine, only stone. Hey, I heard that there are several old pits in the creek here, I want to come to try my luck. He also has a distant relative, this time with us, if it is not because of her, I will not delay with Songfeng. I have been in the town until now, and it should have been two days earlier. She doesn't like to deal with people, so she goes to the town herself. Oh, but the bird is a pity, the road, I heard that a prince of the Sui Dynasty got the day. Big chance, earned a golden dragon, and hopefully went out of the river in the future, and gave me eyes to red eyes, Cui brother, you are full of bloodshot, right?"

The young man put his head to the Confucian gentleman. The latter smiled and pushed the head away with his finger, reminding him: "Liu Weiqiao, since he has delayed the trip, he has to do something right, and come to me to do nothing. When did the style of the wind and thunder garden become so dragged?"

The Chen’s son of Longwei County apologized and smiled bitterly: “On the way, there was a conflict accident. The brother of the bridge was injured as a dirty acupoint in the sword room. He had to take the risk to move the sword to Mingtang. If I am not good at repairing, it will become cumbersome, and I will never let my brother hurt."

Liu Yuqiao laughed and said: "A few sneaky wilderness repairs, relying on a little tricks and evils, I was lucky enough to hurt my son, anyway, it is my soul under the sword, not worth mentioning! If you are not in a hurry, The son will give them a few coats of cloaks, set up tombstones, and write down that they died under the Liu Yiqiao sword on a certain day of the year, and will wait for me to become the first person in Kendo in the future, saying that they will not become a scenic spot. ,right?"

The Confucian gentleman had known each other for a long time with the genius swordsman of the Fenglei Garden. He knew that he was not born with a character and brought the two into the yard.

Liu Yuqiao suddenly lowered his voice. "Cui Xiong, you gave me a bottom, is this heaven and earth going to collapse? The Cliff of the Cliff College, who is here to go, must be determined to act against the sky?"

Cui surnamed scholars turned a deaf ear.

Liu Yiqiao smiled and pointed to Mr. Cui. "I already understand."

The Confucian gentleman seemed to carelessly said: "Songfeng, I went to learn to visit Mr. Qi before, and Mr. Speaking about self-cultivation, there was a feeling of 'not waiting for me.'"

Slimming Qijia ruled the country, the sage seed from Cui, but only said that the Slim will stop.

At the beginning, Chen Songfeng thought that he was a guest between the readers. Only when he saw the other's eyes, the song and the rhinoceros moved. Chen Songfeng immediately took the heart and shook hands: "Mr. Cui, I am going to find the distant house cousin. Then ask the gentleman to discuss the strategy of governing the country."

In Chen Songfeng’s speech, he intentionally or unintentionally skipped the “Qijia” link, but only mentioned the governance of the country.

Chen Songfeng hurried away.

Cui surnamed the sigh, and Liu Weiqiao sat at the small stone table.

Liu Yuqiao cocked his legs and bluntly said: "This Chen Songfeng is clever and smart. It is only a bit too thorough. It’s just too careless to eat. So I sit down and talk nonsense with you. It’s not too late, so I’m so anxious. Going to seek the ancestors' leaves? I don't think it's necessary. Now, in addition to Longwei County Chen, there are still a few surnamed gates on the top of the bottle. Those leaves are not falling into his Chen Songfeng pocket. Is it still on the head of the town’s natives?"

Chen Shi of Dongbao Pingzhou, respected by Chenshi of Longwei County, although it has been quiet for a long time, only the dead camel is bigger than Ma, although it is not strong, but in the end is a thousand-year-old valve of the ancestors who have had a lot of heroes. Therefore, even if Liu Yuqiao is in the thriving sect of Fenglei Park, he would not dare to be a small shackle. Therefore, even Liu Yuqiao, who is willing to be with him, is regarded as a half friend.

The reader curiously asked: "Where are you looking for the teacher, ask him to help you build a sword?"

Liu Yuqiao swallowed and spit, the language is unknown.

The general idea is to do something for Zongmen. If it is done, Fenglei Garden will come forward to ask him for a sword. As for the matter, Liu Weiqiao seems to be somewhat difficult to talk about.

The reader also said: "Do you know that Zhengyang Mountain is also coming, and it is the master and the servant."

Liu Yuqiao stunned and shouted: "I have never heard of it. Who is Zhengyang Mountain?"

Then this young sword repaired in the wind thunder garden, closes his eyes, hands clasped together, broken and recited and prayed: "Don't be the Suxianzi who pours the country, the boy I beg you not to Su Xianzi to visit, or else I still have a sword out of the sword? Su Xianzi looked at me, I will be crisp, and I am willing to sacrifice the flying sword..."

The reader is somewhat helpless. "Reassuring, it is not your favorite Su Xianzi, it is the white scorpion of the mountain guard. He escorted the baby granddaughter of Zhengyangshan Chunyang Jianzu Tao Kui."

"Old Cui, you are really my lucky star! Not Su Xianzi is all right!" Liu Yuqiao immediately jumped and laughed, haha ​​laughed: "I am afraid of his eggs?! I am afraid that an old animal can not be born?! Who can be afraid of the wind and thunder garden? Only he is not a Zhengyang Mountain!"

The readers hesitated a moment. "The Wind Thunder Park and Zhengyang Mountain are the authentic kendos of the same root. Why can't they solve the knot?"

Liu Yuqiao converges and laughs, Shen Sheng: "Cui Minghuang, this kind of words you will go to the Wind Thunder Park, don't talk to people half a word."

The reader suddenly sighed.

Fenglei Garden, Zhengyang Mountain.

From the ancestral swordsman to the children who are just getting started, the two sides often do not need a single word of disagreement. As long as they meet, they will directly draw swords.

The official office of the official office and the old-fashioned management suddenly rushed to the outside of the courtyard, and Cui Minghuang and Liu Yuqiao got up at the same time.

After going to the yard, after the ceremony, he said: "Mr. Cui, just got a message, Zhengyangshan shot a boy named Liu Yuyang."

Liu Yuqiao suddenly became furious. "Which Liu Yuyang?!"

Regarding the fact that Mr. Cui has a good respect, as for the unnamed son, the old man is not afraid. He replied indifferently: "Returning to this son, only one person in our town is Liu Yuyang."

Liu Yuqiao’s face changed dramatically and sneered: “A good Zhengyang Mountain, deceiving too much!”

Cui Minghuang looked at herself and asked: "Is Mr. Qi coming out?"

The management turned his head and said: "Not yet. I heard that the boy was taken to the sword shop of the priest. It is estimated that even if he is not dead, there is only one breath left. Someone saw the young man’s chest being beaten with a fist, how to live. Come down."

Cui Minghuang smiled. "Thank you for telling me about this."

The old manager quickly waved his hand. "I don't dare to act when I am responsible. I am responsible for disturbing Mr. Cui."

After the governor left the porter and left, Cui Minghuang saw Liu Weiqiao sit back on the stone bench and asked: "Are you coming to the boy?"

Liu Yuqiao’s face is gloomy. “It’s half. It’s going to be troublesome and big trouble.”

Cui Minghuang asked: "Is it not only the involvement of Fenglei Park and Zhengyang Mountain?"

Liu Yuqiao nodded, "far more than that."

The readers sit with their hands folded and whispered: "The tree wants to be quiet and the wind is not stop. It seems that I am going to get back to get the square town of Gui, even if Mr. Qi mistakenly believes that we are down the stone in the Guanhu Academy, there is no way. ""

Cui Minghuang stood up. "I am going to drop out of school, go back and go."

After he left the official residence of Fu Lu Street, he took a 12-foot archway and stopped. He looked up and looked at the words "Don't let it".

In the sun, the reader reached out and covered his forehead.

After he hesitated for a while, he turned and returned to the official office.

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On Fulu Street, the white-haired and burly old man holding the porcelain dolls and the beautiful girls, did not enter the Lu family, but went to the Song family. Someone waited at the door and welcomed the two into the house. In the hall of Ganlutang’s plaque, a majestic old man stood up and came to the door to meet him. He said: “Li Hong has seen his predecessors.”

Zhengyangshan’s moving old man, nodded casually to the Li family, loosened the little girl’s hand and bowed his head: “Miss, the old slave is waiting for you at the top of the mountain.”

The little girl sat on the threshold of the main hall and did not speak.

Li’s owner whispered: “Predecessors are assured that we will send Miss Tao safely out of town.”

The old man snorted, "This trouble you help to take care of the lady, even if Zhengyangshan owes you a favor. Let me talk to the lady."

The old man immediately left the main hall and ordered the family to be close to the Ganlutang.

The old man also sat on the threshold and thought about it. "Miss, some words shouldn't be told to you, but it's just that it's already here, and it doesn't mean to hide it. The old slaves will tell you about it. Most of the trips are carefully planned by a bureau, and the Qingfeng City Xujiapo mother can't run away, but she may not be the heaviest person. This pit, the powerful thing is that even if the old slaves are aware, they can’t Jump. Miss does not know, the master of the sword, once a gangster gangster who rebelled Zhengyangshan, made by him, according to your grandfather, this sword is the most valuable, It is because although the person who wrote the book, the ultimate kendo achievement is just to touch the threshold of the sword fairy, but the content of the sword, pointing to the avenue. Miss you think, the Xie family ancestors who are with us Zhengyangshan, what kind of vision, still Give this sword, the "very high" word comment."

Then the old man's tone was indifferent. "And this sergeant annihilated the ancestors of the kendo genius, when the road was nowhere to go, they voted for the enemy's wind and thunder garden in Zhengyang Mountain. Fenglei Park also sheltered this person for most of his life. He became the majority. In the end, the tortoise turtle, in order to confirm the sword, quietly left the wind and thunder garden, looking for a number of witnesses of the Dajianxian, such as the Xie family ancestors, even if they are disdain for their character, but for the scriptures, indeed The Xie family ancestors privately said that the swordsmen merged with the two kendo spirits of Zhengyang Mountain and Fenglei Garden. Once one of the parties has been cultivated, then the dispute between the two schools, the death of the deer, should be ended."

The old man said: "So this sword, if the old slave can get the hand, give the lady you to practice, is the best result. Retreat 10,000 steps, even if we Zhengyangshan did not get the hand, give what old The flow of Yunxia Mountain in Longcheng was taken by the young people. Zhengyang Mountain can also bear it. The only thing that can't be retreat is half a step. That is, the dog breeds of Fenglei Garden will get the swordsmanship!"

The old man's face is iron and blue, "Miss, don't forget, the deepest part of the garden of Fenglei Garden, above the test sword field, the ancestor of Zhengyang Mountain, is the ancestor of Miss You, the original At the most cowardly position of Zhengyang Mountain, she resolutely challenged the generation of Fenglei Garden owner. After the death of her body, her body was not returned to the Zhengyang Mountain by the Fenglei Garden, but she was exposed to the body and even the head. Among them, there is also a sword in the wind and thunder garden swordsman, deliberately letting people watch and make fun!"

"Three hundred years, for three hundred years, even if Zhengyangshan is recognized as a talented person, even a sword of Fenglei Garden can't be pulled out! The generation of Zhengyangshan Jianxiu, suffering from this kind of shameful shame, Zhengyang The mountain does not destroy the wind and thunder garden, and one day is the joke of the entire Dongbao Pingzhou."

"Why am I Zhengyangshan, after every ancestor has achieved the honor of the sword fairy, but never want to hold a celebration, the general public?!"

These old things, the little girl has long been familiar with her heart, and her ears can hear the scorpion.

Only when the elders of their relatives talked about it, they tried to mention the grievances of this case in a cloudless tone. It was far from being as resentful as moving a mountain.

The little girl asked childishly: "Grandma, Grandpa, why don't you just kill the dead and dead boy? Although he is now a meridian, the breath is broken, the sword is naturally followed. The smashed and smashed, the gods can't recover. But if you are not afraid of 10,000, you will be afraid of it. If someone saves him, if someone gets the sword, then we are doing it?"

The way of inheritance of the sword was extremely special and mysterious, and it could not be said. It was like the inscription of Liu’s ancestors on the wall, or the Zhengyangshan traitor of that year, leaving a sloping sword intended to be passed on from generation to generation. I have been waiting for the talented descendants to appear, and I am able to control this sword with the content of the sword.

Therefore, as long as the boy is dead, his purchase of porcelain and Fenglei Garden will be completely insane. The sword that never really appeared in the world disappeared.

The old man laughed and said: "If the old slave killed the boy on the spot, he would be driven out of this small world in an instant. When the young lady is going to do it, do you want the lady to face the wind and thunder garden alone? Again, this place will be the same. Forbidden, the sergeant can cast a sword to kill, but the ability to save people is really unscrupulous. Besides, it’s hard to be Qi Jingchun’s shot? Absolutely not, now he is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river itself is difficult to protect, say, really Annoyed the old slaves, the big ones will show the true body, the old slaves have to look at it, this side of the earth can not support the old slaves!

The old slave stood up and was magnificent. He said: "Miss, the boy of the bridge, has ignored it. The old slave killed the people in the wind and thunder garden, waiting for you outside the top of the mountain. If Qi Jingchun is aware of it, he will watch the fire across the bank. If he dares to intervene, the old slave will dare to hit him apart. It is the sergeant's shot, and the old slave must fight with one in the end, it is worthwhile!"

The little girl thought about it and smiled brilliantly: "Grandpa, you go, don't worry about me."

The old man smiled and said: "Miss, there is no need to worry about the old slaves."

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In a room on the bank of the riverside, there was a thick **** smell. A basin of blood was drained out, and then a basin of water was returned.

An old man who was almost caught by a young girl in Tsing Yi, the shopkeeper of Yangjia Yaopu, sat on the small bench in front of the window, reached for the blood on his forehead, sweated on his forehead, and looked up and shook his head. The boy’s injury is too heavy, if it is outside the town..."

The master of the hands with his arms around his face said: "Don't talk nonsense."

The old man has to smile.

I did say nonsense, if it is outside the town, I simply don't need him to shoot.

The girl in Tsing Yi, Xiu Xiu, stared at the scorpion leaf on the forehead of the sick boy. It was already dark, and the green was green, but there was no greenery. She suddenly turned her head and asked with anger: "Isn't it good to say that Chen Pingan took out his scorpion leaf, can Liu Shuyang have half of his life?"

Yang Jiapu’s old shopkeeper sighed: “If the owner of the 槐叶 himself was hit hard by this, and then bear the ancestral yin of the 槐 leaf, of course, there are 50% chances of saving, but to give others a blessing, it’s another matter. ""

Yan Xiu yelled: "The surname is Yang! Then why did you talk nonsense, saying that there are 50% hope?! Why not say it early!"

The old man was crying and grievances, and he was extremely wronged. "If the old man didn't say that at the time, he was afraid that the boy would not die, and the old man was already killed by you."

Yan Xiu was so angry that he was about to open his mouth.

The man sighed: "Xiu Xiu, you must not be rude to Yang."

Yan Xiu clenched his teeth and kept silent.

After a moment of silence, the man squinted at the old shopkeeper who had been stunned and did not move. When he did not come from the spring thunder, he began to scream and shouted: "Yang treasurer, you **** like a piece of wood here, dead?! ”

When confronted with such a father and daughter, the old man really wants to cry without tears. The key is that he still dare not express his dissatisfaction. He has to bite his head and continue to die.

From beginning to end, the sandals and teenagers did not yell and yell, but did not cry, but once again, the water went out and then entered the door, and a basin of blood was replaced by a basin of water.

After another quarter of an hour, the drug shopkeeper was also extremely irritated, looking down at the basin of clear water, suddenly slap in the water, splashing countless splashes, and then looked up and sighed with anger at the master: "阮师! You simply stabbed a sword I forget, Laozi is just selling medicine, not a doctor who is resurrected!"

The iron man frowned slightly.

The old man immediately shrank his neck.

The boy finally spoke up, "Yang treasurer, try again."

After the old man turned to look at the teenager, the young boy’s eyes were clean and slightly aggravated: “Try again!”

The old man spit out a sigh of anger, and he couldn’t bear to say: "Children, the old man is really powerless."

The teenager struggled to squeeze a smile. "Yang treasurer, please."

The old man was tired and still shook his head.

In the eyes of the sneakers, there is only the last point of hope, and it disappears.

He crouched down and put down the washbasin, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the hand of the tall and young boy, and squeezing a smile that was more ugly than the bitter, whispered: "I will come back."

The young man got up and left the house. He walked over to the threshold and suddenly turned around. He thanked the father and daughter and the old treasurer for the three people who had been busy until now.

The teenager crossed the threshold.

The sun was a bit dazzling, and the teenager struck forward after a pause.

God does not give justice, nothing, I want to go, how much can be.