Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 258 [Riding a Crane to Beiliang]

The 72 peaks of Wudang face the big top, and the 24 streams flow long.

One of the longest waterfalls, flying straight down, is like a divine help. The lower end is lifted, straightened, and leads to the adjacent small lotus peak.

In Little Lotus Peak, there is only one young Taoist who practices the art of heaven.

The waterfall is like a white line, running across the sky. Tens of thousands of pilgrims, seeing this scene, seem to be in a fairyland, silent.

In such a huge Wudang, it is almost audible to drop a needle.

Water rises as a bridge, for whom?

Qi Xianxia witnessed with his own eyes that the ancient sword with its sheath flew out of Taixu Palace together.

He followed behind and ran towards Xiaolianhua Peak along the water bridge hanging from the top of the two peaks.

Just saw that the little Taoist priest riding upside down on the green bull, leaning on the tortoise stele in a daze, muttering to himself:

"To cancel the contract today, it is advisable to go to Jiangnan."

The immortal ancient sword swirled around the young headmaster, joyfully as if an old friend was reunited.

Seeing this, Qi Xianxia's heart was agitated, and he asked in a loud voice:

"Hong Xixiang, who the hell are you?!

Why does Lu Zu's saber have a consonant connection with you! "

The young master uncle who was riding on the green bull turned a blind eye to him, with a dazed expression, pinched his fingers and counted again, after a long time, let out a breath, smiled at Qi Xianxia, ​​and slowly got up.

Stretching out his hand to caress the stagnant and hanging ancient sword, with a touch of his finger, the three-foot green peak is as clear as water, and the scabbard is separated. He whispered to the scabbard separately, and said softly:
"You go to Beiliang, you go to Longhu. I'll be there soon."

The scabbard went towards Longhu Mountain, and the blade flew towards Beiliang.

The ancient sword "goes down the mountain" first.

Hong Xixiang was dressed in a simple Taoist robe, patted the dust, rode on a huge yellow crane, and looked towards Beiliang.

Jiangnan is good, Hongyi is the best.

It's a pity that the red dress is no longer in Jiangnan, but has returned to Beiliang.

Qi Xianxia raised his head, watched the yellow crane go away, and said in horror: "Lu Zu?!"

At this moment, Qi Xianxia was already beyond shock, and saw the yellow crane go and come back, no longer riding a bull, but riding a crane instead.

This guy jumped off in a hurry, with an embarrassed look on his face, he smiled and said:

"Go and say hello to a few senior brothers before leaving the mountain.

By the way, Brother Qi, in recent days, I will trouble you to do the academic work of those Taoist boys. "

Qi Xianxia has always been rigid, but at this moment, he couldn't help but want to swear.

Fairy?

That's it!

What the hell!
When he was young, the new head teacher who had never walked out of the "Xuanwu Dangxing" archway after he went up the mountain was scolded by His Royal Highness as a cowardly young Taoist priest.

Today, as soon as I stepped into the land fairy, I finally had the courage to go down the mountain.

A natural wonder.

The Taoist rode away on a yellow crane.

The yellow crane shuttled among the clouds and passed Yulongguan, the Xiongcheng city in the northwest. It is majestic, Guancheng, Suoyin border, the defense line is continuous, layer upon layer, and the defense is constructed with strict barriers. It is one of the throats of the empire in Mobei.

Some soldiers climbed to the city and looked into the distance. I don't know who it was. The first time they saw that yellow crane, it seemed...

Is there a person sitting on the back of the crane?

anyone?

There is really one person!
The news immediately spread wildly.

The border guards all rushed to the commanding heights of the city, and they saw a Taoist-like immortal riding a crane eastward.

This Xiongguan pass in the northwest exploded immediately.

When the yellow crane whizzed past their heads, everyone looked up stupidly, not daring to speak, for fear of disturbing the heavenly beings and destroying the heavenly happiness.

The Central Plains is a prosperous place, and there is the Yellow Crane Tower standing on the bank of the river, with jagged wings and majestic momentum.

There used to be a poet immortal, who left a famous poem handed down from generation to generation, "the people of the past have gone by the yellow crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower is vacant here".

According to legend, 500 years ago, Lu Dongxuan, a Yiren from Guanxi, practiced Taoism for 200 years and finally became a fairy.

I swear that if there is any injustice in the world, I will not go up to the heaven. I use poetry, sword, and wine to roam the world. I once drove a crane past this building, attracting purple air to the east.

Inside the building and on the walls, there are more than three hundred famous poems and lines from various dynasties.

Among them, there is the song Yellow Crane Dengkui.

Today, a grand poetry meeting was held upstairs.

Scholars in the Central Plains, who were enjoying drinking and poetry, suddenly heard that there was a strange yellow crane flying from west to east.

So, everyone came to the outer corridor to watch, and when they got closer, they suddenly realized that there really was a fairy sitting on it.

His appearance is not inferior to Lu Zu's demeanor back then!
Literati and poets looked at each other in disbelief.

In the world, are there really land gods?

500 years ago, I left with a crane, and 500 years later, I returned with a crane.

The mist is vast, and the yellow crane is in the sky, passing the Yellow Crane Tower.

An old scholar said blankly:

"My generation has witnessed this scene, and this life is not in vain."

North cool.

Somewhere in the courtyard.

Old people, old scenery, old experience.

The autumn wind rises, the autumn leaves fall, life gathers and disperses, autumn crows roost and startle again, lovesickness meets each other, knowing when.

At this time, this scene is embarrassing.

In the cold northern land, the beautiful peonies are extremely difficult to grow, and now they have withered one after another.

In the autumn season, there are still some hundred-year-old osmanthus for viewing.

The tree is old for a long time, its branches are evergreen, and it is fragrant.

In front of the old osmanthus tree, the osmanthus seeds fell to the ground, and the servant girl Er Qiao said angrily:
"Miss, His Royal Highness said that you have injuries on your body, so you can't run around!"

Compared to before, the woman in front of her was much thinner.

Stretching out her hand, she tapped the tip of the maidservant's nose, and said with a charming smile:
"You have to take care of everything, who is the maid?"

The little servant girl had delicate features, changed the subject, and said with a smile:

"His Royal Highness said that Miss used to love to wear red dresses, red dresses, red dresses, why has Er Qiao never seen them before?"

The woman was in a trance, and said softly:

"You're still young, so you don't even understand."

Er Qiao looked at his chest, and muttered, "It's not too small anymore!"

The woman bent down, picked up a handful of golden osmanthus seeds, her hands were full of cinnamon, and looked up at the branches and leaves of the osmanthus tree, silently.

The servant girl cared: "Miss, it's getting cold, why don't we go back?"

The woman's face was slightly pale, no longer rosy, she shook her head and said, "Wait a little longer."

The little servant girl said timidly: "Miss, I told you, don't get angry."

The woman smiled and said, "Let's listen."

The servant girl bowed her head and said, "Once, the Second Young Master chatted with Er Qiao, saying that there is a coward on Wudang Mountain who has secretly liked Miss all these years."

The woman looked at the sky, loosened her five fingers, and the osmanthus seeds fell one by one, sighing:
"The second son lied to you!"

Er Qiao asked cautiously: "Actually, Miss is also waiting in her heart, isn't she?"

The woman turned her head, flicked the maid's smooth forehead, and said:

"You little girl, you have no shame!"

Er Qiao blushed, puffed out her cheeks and sulked.

"You are Xu Zhihu?"

A gloomy voice came into his ears.

Er Qiao raised her head angrily, followed the voice, looked up, and saw a shady man descending from the sky and landed on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

A man came with a long sword on his back.

Xu Zhihu stood up in an instant, stretched out his hand, and took the maid who didn't know the dangers of the world behind him, and asked calmly:
"Your Excellency is so courageous, you dare to assassinate in the Northern Liang Palace, regardless of success or failure, you will not escape death.

Tell me, what are you looking for? "

Under the black clothes, the swordsman grinned ferociously and said:
"Although the villain died because of talking too much, you are right, no matter whether I succeed or fail today, I will not escape death.

If you don't change your name when you go, and don't change your surname when you sit, you will be slaughtered with blood.

Taking advantage of others and doing things for others, if it wasn't for this, I wouldn't want to go to this forbidden place in the world and die together with you, a woman. "

The assassin kept talking, but the long black sword in his hand had been stabbed out without stopping for a moment.

(End of this chapter)