These lotus flowers should be the embodiment of the divine will in Xu Fengnian's heart.
The young vassal king, who had inherited Gao Shulu's heavenly physique, needed to use this kind of immortal pen that did not consume qi to meet the enemy, and the battle on the Eye'er Plain had indeed hurt the roots.
Chen Zhibao's gaze crossed the lotus in front of him, and the nine pocket flying swords hovered in front of Feng Nian, probably because he was afraid that this thunder pool would not be able to trap him, and he needed to rely on these flying swords that also did not involve the operation of the qi engine to guard against the violent murder of the plum wine in his hand.
I don't know if these nine small objects are the rumored gift from the peach blossom sword god Deng Tai'a, it is said that Deng Tai'a gave twelve in one breath at that time, and then Xu Fengnian was outside Shenwu City to the enemy cat Han Shengxuan, and in the battle with Wang Xianzhi, there were losses, is it because they did not make up for it Xu Fengnian's face became more and more pale, and he looked down at the Nine Flying Sword hovering in front of him, not because Chen Zhibao guessed that it was given by Deng Tai'a, but because he asked the giant of the Mo family in Qingliang Mountain to build it, and finally cultivated it.
The Peach Blossom Sword God once talked about the process of forging and raising flying swords, Deng Tai'a grew up in the Wu family's sword mound that buried countless swords in the gloomy sword mountain, pulled out the first ancient sword that is Tai'a, but Tai'a has long been decayed, and it is broken when it is pulled out, Deng Tai'a still takes the name of the sword as his name, and since then he has successively given birth to eleven swords with his own mysterious induction, because of hatred of treating himself as an outcast and leaving the Wu family in the sword mountain to fend for himself, Deng Tai'a did not carry any ancient sword out of the mound, and left the sword mound alone with empty hands.
Only twelve sword intents were taken, and twelve flying swords were finally cast and stored in the small box, which were Xuanjia childhood sweethearts, morning dew spring water peach blossoms, moth eyebrows, red birds, yellow tongs, and grasshoppers and golden wisps.
Xu Fengnian returned to Beiliang after the first battle of Qin Tianjian and forged nine swords according to this method.
Xudu, Lao Jiao.
These two swords are a pair, respectively, nostalgic for the green robe of Xudu, and the old man in sheepskin Qiu who once threatened on the river that "the only sword in his life, there is a dragon to kill the dragon".
Silverfish.
The first time I heard of this title, I heard that the master of the Chaoge Pavilion said that Xu Fengnian was a kind of bookworm, and according to legend, he liked to live in the pile of old papers.
Water spirits.
Because before Xu Fengnian cast the sword, he remembered the big turtle in Chunshen Lake that he didn't know how many years he had lived.
Hair.
There used to be a sewing craftsman in the Liyang Imperial Court, he was purple-haired and blue-eyed, he was not guaranteed in his later years, although he was the enemy of Beiliang, but from Xu Xiao and Li Yishan, to him Xu Fengnian, they were all sincerely respected.
Childish.
I still remember the first time I went to Beimang, passing through the Youzhou border to pass through the Backward Horse Pass, and a child who longed for the rivers and lakes had the courage to stretch out his hand to him, saying that he wanted to touch Xu Fengnian's saber.
Wild foxes.
Once chatting with the orange Xu Beitong, this strategist once joked that he, the king of Xinliang, cultivated the wild fox Zen, which was unorthodox and would inevitably cause many disasters.
Lanolin.
It was Xu Fengnian who remembered the big girl in Wutong Courtyard who liked to apply scarlet rouge, I don't know if she was doing well in Dunhuang City, and I don't know if Huyan Daguan went deep into the hinterland of Beimang this time, and whether he could successfully persuade her to return to Beiliang and take her home.
Ant sinking.
The tree is still fragrant when it dies.
Xu Fengnian has traveled a lot of places, seen a lot of people, and has many scenery, but in the end, he still likes the barren and cold Beiliang the most, and likes this place where every household used to be white.
Ants sink silverfish, water spirits, old Jiao, beautiful hair, childish fun, wild foxes and mutton fat.
These nine flying swords not only gave them divine meaning by Xu Fengnian, but they also enshrined Xu Fengnian's innermost spirit.
Chen Zhibao squinted at the nine pocket flying swords with different divine meanings, just like the life of a young vassal king.
In fact, Chen Zhibao has been watching coldly like this for more than 20 years.
The first time I saw Xu Fengnian, Chen Zhibao was just a teenager who had just entered the Manjia camp, less than fourteen years old, and his dream at that time was to one day be able to wear iron armor and hold a spear to ride the world.
When he carefully took the child lying in swaddling clothes from the princess's hand, with a childish face, Chen Zhibao smiled happily at that time.
After the slaughter of Xu Xiao to help Liyang Zhao to set the Central Plains, the white-clothed soldier who was named Jinghua gave up the title of the king and became a vassal and silently followed the Xu family army to Beiliang, especially after the death of the princess, this man became more and more silent, not far away, a young man surnamed Xu, in the Wutong Courtyard that one acre and three points of land wandering wreckage, idle outside Qingliang Mountain, the young son of the chic and leisurely, and the smoke of the Spring and Autumn War, the young man lived too infamous, and the old soldier of the Xu family died too nameless, forming a sharp contrast, Chen Zhibao naturally would not have a good impression of such a young man, but it can be said that Chen Zhibao had murderous intent for Xu Fengnian at that time, or that he had a secret antipathy towards Beiliang, which not only overestimated Xu Fengnian, but also Xiaozhibao.
Because Chen Zhibao has never regarded Xu Fengnian as an opponent with enough weight.
Once his opponent, there was only the spear fairy king embroidery on the rivers and lakes, and the only Spring and Autumn soldiers on the battlefield Ye Baikui.
Chen Zhibao suddenly shot like a dragon, and stabbed at Xu Fengnian, who was arrayed with lotus flowers and nine flying swords in front of the courtyard, rushing into the sea like the water of the Guangling River.
Where the spear passed, the lotus flowers that had been cultivated by Xu Fengnian's divine will were shattered.
Xu Fengnian's figure did not move at all, he just raised one hand, his index finger rotated slightly, and the nine flying swords disappeared in a flash, drawing nine slender trajectories in the air.
The nine collisions of the flying sword and the spear were tinkling and dingdong, crisp and pleasant, like the wind chimes blowing under the eaves of a pool of lotus in the house.
Although the flying sword was small, its power was huge, and its momentum was so powerful that Chen Zhibao's plum wine deviated from the straight trajectory several times before approaching Xu Fengnian's throat.
Xu Fengnian tilted his head when the spear was about to stab him in the throat, his knees were slightly bent, and the tip of the plum wine rubbed out a blood groove on the left side of his neck.
Chen Zhibao's wrist trembled, and a stick of plum wine was pressed downward, and Xu Fengnian's shoulder made a loud bang, but the momentum of the forward pounce did not stagnate at all.
Chen Zhibao's wrist shook a little to the right, and the plum wine that smashed on Xu Fengnian's shoulder suddenly showed a trend of sweeping thousands of troops.
Xu Fengnian, who continued to cuddle forward, fell to the right side but did not fall, just dodging the plum wine that tried to sweep his head.
All this is only in the blink of an eye.
The difference between life and death.
Xu Fengnian raised his elbow against the plum wine to prevent the spear from changing his moves, and slapped his palm at Chen Zhibao, who had left a large space in front of him.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Xu Fengnian, who Chen Zhibao was about to be bullied into, did not retreat with his gun or change his tricks with plum wine, and directly exchanged punches and palms with Xu Fengnian.
Xu Fengnian slapped Chen Zhibao's forehead with a palm, and Chen Zhibao smashed his fist on Xu Fengnian's eyebrows.
The two of them shook their bodies, trying their best to stabilize their bodies and were unwilling to take half a step back, and then one person kicked out fiercely, still only seeking to attack and give up the defensive jade burning, this time the two finally took a few steps back, and then almost at the same time took a few steps forward, and then raised their elbows in the same way and struck out, and the two people who were each hit in the head staggered left and right.
Xu Fengnian and Tuoba Bodhisattva fought in the narrow alleys of the small city in the Western Regions, each of them only tossed and turned between square inches, abandoning the blind pursuit of majestic opening and closing, but instead doing a dojo in a snail shell, showing the style of a grandmaster who returned to the basics.
Today's battle with Chen Zhibao's courtyard can be described as similar.
After the two staggered and pulled out a short distance, Chen Zhibao, who was originally holding plum wine, may not have the advantage of being the first move, after all, the plum wine is too long, but Chen Zhibao, who is brilliant in marksmanship, suddenly held his palm weakly, and the spear slid backwards, and after the plum wine was held tightly in his hand, it became like a three-foot long sword with just the right distance to meet the enemy, so the head of the plum wine spear was earlier than Xu Fengnian's palm, although the tip of the plum wine spear was unusually sharp, but it was drawn behind Xu Fengnian's heart.
Immediately, Xu Fengnian, whose face was instantly snow-white, flew out upside down.
Chen Zhibao, who succeeded in one blow, frowned for some reason.
Xu Fengnian, whose figure slipped out upside down, spread his arms, his nine fingers were spread, and only one finger was bent.
Xu Fengnian's nine fingers respectively pulled the nine flying sword qi machines that resurfaced in the air, and under the pull of the nine swords, not only did the retreating momentum suddenly stop, but the forward momentum that followed was as fast as thunder.
Xu Fengnian jumped high and pressed down with one finger.
All the slightly swaying aura lotus flowers in the small courtyard dissipated, and the divine will in all directions was condensed on one finger.
Li Chungang handed out a sword on the muddy path in the rain back then.
A sword immortal knelt.
Chen Zhibao held up the plum wine spear in front of him.
Mei Zijiu was shot with a finger, and the body of the gun bent out of an exaggerated arc, and the top of the arc smashed heavily on Chen Zhibao's forehead.
The king of Shu was smashed and retreated, and it was not until his back was pressed against the wall that he finally stopped the decline.
After Xu Fengnian's feet landed on the ground, he said flatly: "You pump my blow for Beiliang's 300,000 iron horsemen and give it back to you." ” Chen Zhibao forcibly swallowed the blood that was almost gushing out of his throat, increasing the strength of his grip on the gun, which made the plum wine in his hand no longer tremble violently.
Chen Zhibao pulled the corners of his mouth, looked around, the coffin in the house, the jujube tree in the corner, the scattered dates on the ground, and the two embroidered winter and spring thunders that never came in handy, and finally looked at the young vassal king who had been worse by this battle.
Chen Zhibao slowly took off the head of the gun, walked into the house, put the two pieces of plum wine back into the cloth bag and carried it behind him, walked straight to the courtyard gate, stopped just when he was about to step out of the threshold, turned his back to Xu Fengnian, and sneered: "I don't even dare to rebel, what kind of king of Beiliang" Xu Fengnian asked rhetorically: "Do you know why Xu Xiao is unwilling to let you be the king of Beiliang?"
Chen Zhibao stepped out of the courtyard and said inexplicably, "We all know that this matter has nothing to do with you." ” Xu Fengnian stood in place and did not stop Chen Zhibao's departure.
Some things are not things that you dare to do, but whether you can or don't want to.
The two fought on the Guangling River before, and they did not come to the step of exchanging lives, and this is still the case today, because neither of them wanted to, when Xu Fengnian wanted to lead 10,000 snow dragons to ride to save Jiang Ni, and Chen Zhibao, who left the jurisdiction of the vassal king, wanted to take chestnuts in the fire of Guangling Road.
Now it is Xu Fengnian who wants to lead the Beiliang Iron Cavalry to block the million-strong army of Beimang, and Chen Zhibao is probably a tiger out of the mountains and really begins to aspire to the world.
Chen Zhibao slowly walked on the empty streets of Huaiyangguan, and after walking out of the city gate, he didn't go to the thousands of elite border army iron horsemen with complicated eyes, but just said to the face of the white fox who entered the city together before: "Are you going to Guangling Road with me, or staying in Beiliang Xie Guanying Although he is dead, no matter what his original intention is, after all, he has helped me catch a bowl of Shu Jiao, I will read his share of incense, and if I owe him, I will return it to you." ” The white fox nodded and said, "I just want to go back to my hometown, and I will stop by with you." ” Both of them are dressed in white, and they are both the most romantic people in the world.
Chu Lushan hesitated, but still let his subordinates ride and leave them with two Beiliang war horses, and Chen Zhibao did not refuse.
Chu Lushan looked at the predecessor Beiliang Duhu who turned over and got on the horse, and said angrily: "The surname Chen, the next time you come to Beiliang to stir up the wind and rain, you won't have this treatment."
Chen Zhibao, who was carrying two cloth bags of all sizes, ignored the fat man's threat and rode away.
The two riders went farther and farther away.
The white fox suddenly asked: "Chen Zhibao, what do you think, why do you only have killing intent but no killing intent, if not, I will definitely prevent you from entering Huaiyang Pass." ” Chen Zhibao was silent.
The white fox's face suddenly turned the horse's head, and he laughed at himself: "I almost forgot, you wait a while, I'll go retrieve the double knife." ” After Chen Zhibao slowly walked forward for a while, he gently pulled the reins, glanced back at Huaiyang Pass, or at the desolate Beiliang Pass, and said to himself: "There are some things that you Xu Fengnian can't do." ” There is a sentence that has not been spoken, Chen Zhibao put it in his heart.
But there are also some things that I can't do.
Chen Zhibao looked at the sky, the corners of his mouth curled, and he smiled for the first time.
Those who can be smart and heart-to-heart may not only be friends, but also enemies.
Although Chen Zhibao saw Xu Fengnian this time, he was reproachful and sarcastic, but in the final analysis, the reason why Chen Zhibao did not have murderous intentions for the time being was that the young man had a clear bottom line that Chen Zhibao knew.
Xu Fengnian's heart, those words that have never resorted to words, Chen Zhibao is actually not incomprehensible.
"Why don't I want Beiliang to have 300,000 iron horses, Beiliang is uneven with millions of people, everyone is not dead, why don't I want Beiliang Wenchen and military generals to be beautiful" "I don't want Beiliang Tieqi to die, I just want everyone to live, I hope the world is peaceful, I hope Beiliang will not see the smoke of gunpowder like the Central Plains, twenty years, one hundred years" "I don't want Qingliang Mountain Stele Forest not to be engraved with a name" Chen Zhibao retracted his thoughts and felt a little pitiful for Xu Fengnian.
"It is worthy of being his son, and it is worthy of being a disciple of Li Yishan, and he has never been really happy in his life."
Chen Zhibao sighed for no reason.
He came to Beiliang this time to save Qi Dangguo.
I also want to go somewhere in Qingliang Mountain to pay tribute to the respected woman who has always been regarded as my biological mother.
Chen Zhibao smiled.
I don't have a surname Xu.
It can be called "Informed Newspaper".
When the white fox returned to the small courtyard, a lonely young vassal king sat on the steps, with a pair of knives resting on his robe and a handful of half-green and half-red dates, and he whistled melodiously.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Later, he smiled and nodded
.
: