Sword of Coming

Chapter 89: Two human heads

A short, but enchanting Fengyun woman, she took out a string of exquisite new keys, opened the courtyard door, and smiled when she pushed in the door: "It’s finally useful."

The woman squinted at the chicken coop of the foot of the wall, and there was a burst of fluttering sound of the poultry fluttering over there. She groaned, "I haven't starved yet?"

"Thank you, thank you for finding such a good neighbor, the neighborhood and the hustle and bustle, the world is the same spring." She quickly understood the reason, turned her head and looked at the next door, and found that she was not tall, could not see To the scene there, I had to walk to the yellow mud wall and pick up the heel. I found that there was only an empty courtyard next door. I felt bored and boring. I quickly retracted my view and went to the main entrance, and took out the key to open the door and cross the threshold. After that, sticking out a finger on the table, the dust is not stained, and the woman is not very happy. It seems that there are outsiders who are arbitrarily arranging rouge on their own niece's face. It looks good and looks good, but of course it is not happy to be a mother.

Follow the woman to the three bottles of Mud Lane, the burly man stayed in the mud bottle lane outside the courtyard, closing his eyes and rejuvenating.

The blind old man who did not need to go to the hospital.

Only the woman holding the sword followed the woman into the main house.

The woman walked into the house of Song’s salary alone, looked around, and had a bed at the desk. There were still some expensive and elegant clothes on the desk. It should be that the owner did not want to carry it with him, and he simply abandoned it. The woman walked to the desk and found that there were three books stacked in the center. It was not surprising. It was just an introductory book for learning Mongolian children. "Primary School", "Ritual Music", "Viewing", Daxie Dynasty dynasty Haojing City Jinggui GM's Mongolian classics, the woman found that the three books are old, but there is no mud stains, and the image of someone appears in the mind, the woman shakes her head and asks: "Yang Flower, how much is the book "Primary School" in Dagujing City?"

The voice of the woman holding the sword against the door is naturally cold, and the tribute replied: "If you are a slave, you will have more than sixty words and a minimum of forty."

The woman snorted and said: "It seems that the greater the truth of the Confucian sages, the less valuable."

The woman re-stacked the three classics of Mongolian studies in the original position, and gently patted the top of the "viewing", she showed a trace of sarcasm, sneered: "If there is not a novelist to help push the waves, thousands of years I have spared no effort to walk in Dacheng Xiongzhen and the city and alleys. For my good words, I am willing to be the unsuccessful **** history. Confucianism can't sit in this world, and certainly sit unsteadily."

The old man in the hospital coughed softly and whispered: "The goddess still needs to be cautious, and it is not appropriate to speak here."

The woman smiled and said: "The rest assured that Qi Jingchun has reached an agreement with the upper side after death, so no one will stare at it again. You think that there is no Qi Jingchun, and there is no water in the pool. Where do you miss the attention of those big people?"

The old man is still insisting on his own opinion. "The goddess is still careful."

The woman smiled and said softly: "I have done it. I don't complain about it. Xu Ruran, you really have to learn Liang Shu, and people know how to look at it better than you. So I want to see it. Although Liang Shu is your disciple, but blue is better than blue, and there is nothing to you. As for my uncle deliberately stabbing you, saying that the disciples do not have to be as good as the teacher, Xu Haoran, you don’t care, he is such a person. When I heard a few words from a scholar, I liked to mess with the bookcase."

The old man named Xu Xiaoran was crying and laughing, only a sigh, thinking that there is no such thing as a comforting woman.

Just thinking of passing the south of the king and passing the king, the old man’s mood suddenly dignified. At that time, although Song Changjing looked tired, like a serious injury after a life-and-death battle, but since he dared to take the initiative to pick up the curtains in his own face, it means that Song Changjing is very likely to be in the martial arts. Further, although the possibility of being in the tenth territory is extremely small, after the ninth peak, Song Changjing walks out every time, even if only half a step, then for the seven-eighth martial arts master, the difference between the small and the half steps It may be the difference between them.

This white-faced old man, who is famous for his arrogance and arrogance, is known as the first swordsman of Daxie. The suffix of the teacher's character, such as the philanthropy of the literary family, the word "everyone" after someone's surname is very heavy. The genius sword repairing Liang Shu, who died in the hands of Song Changjing, is the most proud disciple of Xu Yuran. The old man regards him as his own, and this hatred is not too big.

Xu Yuran likes to raise a sword in his sleeve, and the sword is called Baique. The length of the inch is long, but the killing power is great. The rumors can fly back and forth more than a hundred miles in an instant. The sword has returned to the sleeves, and the people have not yet died. The means are fierce and unpredictable.

The woman sat down on the bed and raised her hand and patted the bed. "It’s not a good day for the rich, but it’s quite comfortable."

The young woman with a long sword whispered: "The niece is very good at his highness, bitter, and hard-working."

The woman stood up and smiled. "This is hypocritical. The child who really suffers is the orphan next door. My family can't be said to suffer."

She walked over to the wall and thought about it, muttering: "The few pages of ancient books that Lu's Luke gave us, the magical powers recorded above, the history is too long, it is impossible to test, and the difference between today's Taoism and the Taoist school is very different. Big, I remember one of the pages, recorded a funny little spell, what is the spell? Oh, remember, give it a try."

The woman with her back to the door, smiled and said: "You go directly to the next door and wait for me to open the door."

"The heavens and the earth are connected, the mountain walls are connected, soft as apricot flowers, thin as a paper page, I mean a sword, quickly open the door, and follow the law of Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou!"

There is no such thing as the most important piece of paper in the woman's hand. It is just a swearing spell. Hold a finger forward and then walk in the wall, passing through the wall, and there is a slight embarrassment behind him.

The woman walked to the dilapidated house on the wall of a family, and said with emotion: "Some people have a good life, and how to toss is a blessing. Some people are not good at life, they are born to suffer. If you cast the wrong child, who can you tell? Even if you find it Lord, can you dare to speak? Little guy, know the truth later, before you can find revenge, you must deal with at least the three parties of Yunxia Mountain, Zhengyang Mountain and Shuji Lake. When you find me, the Year of the Ox, This is still the first time you have to live out of the big picture."

She turned her head and looked at the wall. "Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou, what is the identity? We don't have such a character in Dongbao Pingzhou. Is it the ancient gods who lost the incense and the golden body? If so, why is this small magic? Still useful?"

She can't figure out the answer for the time being, thinking about going back to Dagu Jingcheng and going to check it out, or looking for Cui Wei to ask if it is not impossible. Anyway, I am not near the water floor. She went to open the door, unable to pull open after pulling out the bolt, only remembered that the door was locked, and had to use a little force to forcibly break the copper lock. After opening the door, she saw the courtyard door open, she Looking at the sword-serving maid and the swordsman Xu Xiaoran, he asked: "Are you just breaking through the door? Still not telling the truth? Go back and find someone to fix it, don't forget."

She went to the courtyard door and added a sentence, "The lock on the door is also the same."

The old swordsman and the sword-bearing woman are obviously accustomed to this.

The burly man standing in the mud bottle lane frowned.

After the woman walked out of the yard, she suddenly stopped. "Yang Hua, you follow the size of the steps when my family is seven years old, and go to the right hand for sixty-three steps."

The woman holding the sword took the lead and stopped her body after sixty-three steps.

The woman behind her turned her side and faced the high wall. "It should be here."

The woman looked at the earth wall without a bit of strangeness and hated: "Song Zhangzhang is damned."

She quickly restored her usual look of bleakness and smiled and said: "This secret, you listened to me that year, where do you think the crux is, what can I do for my nephew?"

The young woman shook her head: "The slaves don't know, and they don't dare to speculate."

The woman sighed and felt a little sad. "There are two knots in my family's heart. The first one, of course, was in the heavy rain. I was chased by a poor muddy leg from the alley, holding my neck and pressing. I can't move on the wall, and with his temper, I am sure that I am angry and angry. At that time, my nephew is still young, and in addition to losing my face, my nephew must have been scared by my murderous peers."

The woman’s eyes suddenly rose sharply, reaching out to the palm of her hand, and the palm of her hand leaned against the rough and uneven mud wall. “The second knot is very interesting. It’s interesting to let my family behave afterwards, maybe life. For the first time, I knew the taste of cockroaches. So after he met with Xiaonanhua of Laolongcheng, the deal was over, and he couldn’t make up his mind. He was going to kill someone from Liu Yuyang to the boy."

The young woman is finally curious, but serving the lady is tantamount to accompanying the king like a tiger. Naturally, she will not be stupid enough to ask.

The woman put her hand on the palm of her hand and rubbed it on the sleeve of the woman's arm. She began to turn and walked toward the alley. She suddenly showed some tenderness and demeanor. Although she was already a mother, she did not have a charm. She screamed: "The child is just saying that you are born in the fifth day of May, and after you have died, because you live in your ancestral home, you can't even reincarnate, so it's best not to live at home and move out quickly."

The more the woman said, the more annoyed, "What do you say when you say a few jokes? You Chen Xinxin thought it was true, because you are stupid and bad, you can't go to the ruin of the dragon kiln, how can you blame my family? What's more, if you have a vow of a small kind of money, it is worth a few dollars? How is my family's nephew, and it is a vulgar person. If you believe this, you are simply looking for a dead end. Even if you believe it. It is the upper five spirits who can live with the country. Who is not trying to pursue the true immortal golden body and the scaleless body? How can you pay for a city boy? Can you afford it?!"

The woman bites her teeth and cuts her teeth: "Small cockroaches, it’s a rumor!"

A golden sword with a golden sword spike lying on the chest, the face is calm.

The swordsman Xu Haoran is even more ignorant of this, not at all.

Only the burly man who walked to the last side frowned again.

When the woman was about to walk out of the mud bottle, she turned suddenly.

Almost at the same time, the young woman and the old swordsman moved to the left and right, respectively, to give up the vision for the woman.

At this time, the woman was full of smiles, both charming and pure, with a kind of contradictory seductiveness. She asked softly: "Why, Wang Yizhen, do you think it is wrong?"

The man said: "Although I don't know more insiders, I do feel that this is not the case."

The woman did not have the slightest accident, but laughed loudly: "It is the number one fierce Wang Yizhen of the Lushi Dynasty!"

The old swordsman, who is habitually blind to seeing people, can hardly see his eyes, and his sword is full of narrow alleys.

There are constantly mud wall debris falling to the ground.

The woman holding the sword quietly took a step back, as if to give the Kendo master Xu Yanran more room space.

She looked at the burly man not far away, and the corner of his mouth smirked with a smile.

A dog who lost his spine and dared to swear?

The man named Wang Yizhen was once one of the generals of the Lushi dynasty. He was born in the first class, and his ancestors were all generals in the field. Before Wang Yizhen returned, his identity was equivalent to the Shangju country of the Dalai dynasty. A long time ago, the great military **** Song Changjing had to name Wang Yijun to play a game. This person led the army to fight the skills, but it was not outstanding, but the personal strength was extremely high. Although he is a practicing martial artist, he has the solid body of the Eighth State Warrior. He is proficient in the knife method and can control the powerful yin of the famous jade. It is one of the few masters of the Lushi dynasty.

The woman stretched out the small palm of the sheep's fat jade, and shook it. "Xu Xiaoran, no need to be nervous, General Wang is a reasonable person. He is too honest. Now he is in a camp. Don't say a word." Fighting and killing. I don't like it very much."

Xu Haoran silently put away the mighty sword in a sleeve.

Only the woman said in the next moment: "I will only send Wang Yi to the people who have to protect his life and dignity, not to the place where he said good, but to the palace, or the church division?"

Wang Yiqi, who is looking at her, clenched her fists, her blue veins violently, and her eyes were bleeding.

The woman clouded the wind and said: "Before I only said that I can save my life, so you can't take my Bodhisattva's heart as a matter of course."

Wang Yizhen suddenly smiled: "The niece is right, it is wrong."

The woman smiled and said: "If you know the mistake, then you will wait for us to get out of this mud bottle lane. You don't have to follow us. Go to the head of the supervising official, pick it up, and then just find a wooden box. Ok, I might use it later."

Wang Yizhen yelled: "Song Yuzhang is the official who asked the emperor to come here. I have said before, this person has a backing in the Ministry of Rites and Qin Tianjian. Why do you want to kill him?"

The woman smiled and asked: "Do you need a reason to kill? Then what do I do as this goddess?"

Wang Yi sighed and held his fist and bowed his head: "His command."

After the four men walked out of the mud bottle lane, Wang Yizhen and the rest of the three parted ways.

Waiting until the burly man who returned to the loyal loyal maiden, the figure disappeared completely, and Xu couldn't help but sneer: "A good iron skeleton, Wang Yizhen, haha, now even the bones and bones are gone."

The woman did not go to the streets where many people were walking. Instead, she chose a secluded lane and laughed at herself: "I really thought that I had done something, couldn't tell the difference?"

The old swordsman did not know how to reply for a time, just shut up.

The woman looked up at the blue sky and said nothing. "Only when I was there, I found Qi Jingchun, a scholar, really amazing."

"It is our big sister who can't help him."

"So a thousand ancient men, just hate can not be used for my amnesty, it is no wonder that these days, the mood is depressed, often sigh."

"It’s a pity that Qi Jingchun is even worse. After all, he is still dead."

The woman was all the way, but it was all the words of the heart.

When the woman is silent for a long time, she will stop talking. Xu Ruoran remembered the first thing, first waved his sleeves, and the sword was all over the place, then whispered: "The maiden, killing a sudden and wealthy squatting teenager, are we having some big problems?"

The woman seems to be too lazy to answer this question, casually said: "Yang Hua, you."

The woman holding the sword coldly said: "The lion beats the rabbit, and the blow is fatal."

The old swordsman is dumb.

The woman pulled her lips. "My uncle is a warrior, but there is a saying that is very good. If you deal with any enemy, don't give it to him."

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Unlike the rites of the Taoye Lane, Song Yuzhang lived alone in Qilong Alley, a house that the owner had just moved away.

Song Yuzhang opened the door and sat at the table. There was a jug, next to a dish of salted peanuts, and a large bowl of white wine. The old governor of the past, who had been rooted in the town for fifteen years. What to eat and drink, the mouth is a familiar taste.

When he saw a burly man appearing out of the air in the courtyard, Song Daren, who had just picked up the wine bowl, smiled. "It’s finally coming."

He lifted the white bowl high and asked, "Can you wait for me to finish this bowl of wine?"

The uninvited guest hesitated and nodded.

Song Yuzhang seems to be afraid of the guests waiting for anxious, drinking a small bowl of shochu in one bite, his face ruddy, asked: "Can you help me to give a sentence to the boy named Song salary, um, he should be called later Song is awkward."

The middle-aged man has a hint of praying in his eyes. "Can you tell him that the guy named Song Yuzhang has been thinking about a Spring Festival couplet with him for so many years?"

The burly man shook his head decisively this time: "No!"

Song Yuzhang took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. His face was relieved and whispered: "When you are young, you can read the travel notes and see the old dragon city at the southernmost tip of Dongbao Pingzhou. There is a big tide all the year round, and the world is spectacular. When this bowl of big wine is the water of the South China Sea tide."

Wang Yiqi strode forward and twisted the neck of the official of the Dalai Lama.

After the murder, Wang Yizhen had no intention in his heart, and gently let him squat on the table.

As a person who died in the country, the defeated army, Wang Yizhen poured himself a bowl of wine, silently sipping, and finally said to the dead person at the table: "The original reader also has a good head."

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