The princess went out of the city to enjoy the scenery today. His Royal Highness Zhao Xun, the prince of Jing'an, personally sent it to the gate of Xiangfan City, went to Diaoyutai and watched it away. Then she brought only one entourage and walked around to the private house of the beautiful woman who hid the golden jade hall. In this private house, there was only one maid and two old nannies, and there was no idle, and there was no man. Zhao Xun pushed the door and felt refreshed. It was far less magnificent than the Jing'an Palace, just a courtyard with two entry points. But in the eyes of the prince, it was a fairyland on earth that he had finally found, the strict rules of the royal palace, the worship of the earthly sect

Wang Bodhisattva's Buddhist temple, every flower, every grass, every brick and tile, all exudes a yin energy that the older he is, the more unbearable it is, which makes people suffocate. The man who is close relative was so scheming that he didn't dare to guess even Zhao Xun, who is a son, dares to guess. Zhao Xun resented why this man didn't kill him back then, sat on the dragon chaise and put on a dragon robe, and was even more afraid of the silent back of this man when he ate vegetarian chanting Buddha's beads. But what worries the prince the most is why this man married her back, and he didn't know how to cherish her when he got married. The couple actually respected each other like ice when they had something to do. It was a great irony.

Zhao Xun took a deep breath of the freshness unique to the courtyard. It was filled with orchids. This flower was her favorite. This princess is not even a prostitute in the prime minister's alley. She only had two chances to go out of the city a year. She went to see the reed marsh. In spring, she saw the tender reeds and green buds clustered in the green, and in autumn, she saw the old reeds like snow. Pei Nanwei, Pei Nanwei, just with the word reed in the name, so she liked to see the most boring, boring, and most tender reeds?

The woman who was kept in the yard like a kitten and a puppy by the prince, has been stripped of her name since the first day she came in. Of course, Zhao Xun likes her body as warm as mutton fat. She holds her arms and has the charm of warm winter and cool summer. But what is really obsessed with her from the heart is just her expression. As if Zhao Xun respectfully said that Xun'er was greeted by her, she just snorted gently with a shelf. Zhao Xun's bones immediately became a few taels of light, which looked so much like. Zhao Xun showed a grim smile and scolded him for raising a bitch.

Pei Nanwei, let you pretend to be noble with this prince! Then without saying a word, he rushed up to tear her clothes that were exactly the same as Pei Nanwei, and carried them to the big bed in the inner house, and whipped them hard. After **, Zhao Xun returned to normal, lay on the bed and squinted his eyes and enjoyed the pseudo-pinion's shoulders, and said regretfully: "The skin and figure are still a little bit worse. His voice is almost real, but once he gets on the bed, he is still in the beauty. Be careful next time. If you are lucky next time, you will still expose yourself like this..."

The woman sitting on the bed said with a sweet nasal voice. Zhao Xun looked up and grabbed her soft black hair, pressed her head under her crotch, and said sinisterly: "Good Wei'er, I want to be crazy if I miss your little mouth!"

After two joys of physical intertwining, Zhao Xun put on an outer robe and lay straight on the sandalwood floor under the eaves of the room, quietly looking at a string of wind chimes. At this time, Prince Jing'an was really like a gentle young man, free from the world and harmless with others, with a gentle temperament. The pseudo-pinion squatted beside Zhao Xun and accompanied the madman to watch the wind chimes. In fact, when Zhao Xun was silent, he was a very close young man. When she saw him being speechless, she had the opportunity to look at the handsome face that was said to be nine-point similar to Prince Jing'an. Zhao Xun stared at the elegant wind chimes made of a string of broken jade pieces and laughed softly: "Is it good? She will not look at me like this in her life. She doesn't even look at my father, let alone a prince who doesn't even have hereditary inheritance."

His Highness, Prince Jing'an, closed his eyes and murmured: "I really envy those people."

Zhao Xun left, slapped her in the face before leaving, because she had peeked at him under the eaves. The pseudo-priest with red cheeks was lying carefully where the prince had lying, without any grudge. She just looked up at the wind chime like him. The wind chimes rang, and it was empty and pleasant. She suddenly sat up and looked at an old man who was sitting on the railing at some point, full of heartfelt awe. She was shocked by Prince Jing'an. She had been beaten by the whip when she first entered the courtyard. She was slapped with a little bit of wrong slap in the face, and was even more humiliated when she was in bed, but she was not afraid of these. Sometimes, she hugged the prince and heard him choking, and felt sad. Only the old man in front of her who had never moved thickly made her afraid to the bone.

The old man who has always seen the dragon's head but not the tail over the years asked softly: "Do you fall in love with this poor insect born in the Wanghou family?"

The pseudo-priest crawled on the ground, his delicate body trembling.

The old man smiled lightly and said, "It's okay, that Zhao Xun is not a fool. If you don't give a little sincerity, he will get tired of you sooner or later."

Kneeling on the ground, she was able to breathe, looked up at the old man who was half immortal and half demon to her, saying that he was a god, and almost every step Zhao Xun was expected by the old man, but the more she did, the more terrifying she felt. She had learned more like Princess Pei, but the old man didn't allow it, just let her be more skillful every time. Thinking about it again, she finally understood that if she had been perfect from the beginning, Prince Jing'an would not be happy to come here often. Is the old man's skill in grasping people's hearts perfect? ​​What kind of person would have been so deliberate to plot against a vassal king?

The old man looked at the string of broken jade wind chimes. He wanted the fake princess to hang them. Sure enough, Zhao Xun liked them very much, beyond his imagination.

The old man laughed softly and said, "I am hollow up and down, left and right. Regardless of the winds in the east, west, south and north, I will always talk about Prajna, ding ding ding ding ding ding ding dong ding dong."

The pseudo-priest dared not speak.

The old man stood up and smiled and said, "It depends on today's luck with that poor fool. It's a pity that you can't see it."

Before leaving, the old man left with his hands, he left a prophetic word calmly, "In the future, when you see the King Jing'an who is angry with Thunder, just try your best to say good things for Zhao Xun, and you will be willing to save your life."

The fake princess looked dull.

The wind blows again and the bell rings again.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding dong.

There is no meaning of being out of the world, only murderous aura.

———

Wudang Mountain is bustling because a bastard is coming.

This bastard guy was from Longhu Mountain and endured it. He even fought with the young master uncle who was the leader of everyone. How about it? He was beaten?

Dozens of palace temples on the mountain are talking about this. Those who are older should be relatively worried. After all, the guy is the little Lu Zu of Wu Ping, and Qi Xianxia, ​​one of the three little masters of Dragon and Tiger. He is a sword-like cultivation that is not a blow. The young Taoist boys of the ages can't help but start to jump up their feet and curse, wishing to roll up their sleeves and fight for their lives with the little Lu Zu who lives in the bamboo hut of the Big Lotus Peak. After all, the little Taoist priests did not realize the immortal spirit of Qi Xianxia as a sword-slashing purple bamboo. In fact, the master riding a cow on the mountain was watching, and the original intention was to help him.

He was busy and fulfilled his friendship with the landlord, but the little Tianshi did not appreciate it. At that time, a battle outside the hall, the young master grabbed the whisk. Then Qi Xianxia's sword energy made a statue of Zhenwu Emperor shake for a long time. A thousand-year-old camphor tree was pulled out by Xiao Lu Zu. If the young master had not carried a thousand-pound incense burner and blocked it for a few times, his brand new Taoist robe would have been ruined. Several senior brothers of the master rushed over and watched the news. They were in high spirits outside the door and were not worried about the old camphor being pulled out of the incense burner. They were only not shaking the flag and shouting, and they were only concerned about commenting on the skills of both sides.

In front of the bamboo hut, Qi Xianxia was sitting on a green cushion and breathing.

Not far away, a young Taoist priest grabbed a handful of cow grass in his hand and said embarrassedly: "The senior brothers in Xiaodao are indeed not very good. The masters are not as good as your Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master Mansion. Senior brothers are used to seeing me embarrassment, please forgive me."

Qi Xianxia was really too lazy to pay attention to this ghost guy.

The young Taoist priest who grew up riding a bull laughed and said, "You really plan to live in Wudang Mountain? The ancient sword of Lu Zu hanging under the eaves of the big Geng corner of Taixu Palace, you really want it, just take it and take it. I just pretend that I didn't see it. Anyway, I thought that sword was too pitiful since I was a child, and it was best if someone used it."

Qi Xianxia opened his eyes and said angrily: "How can the relics of Lu Zu be played with?"

The young master uncle said helplessly: "Then it's not a big deal for you to fight me."

Qi Xianxia sneered: "I have to decide on a winner and loser before I can go down the mountain."

The young master uncle patted the back of the big green bull and muttered in a low voice: "The energy is not as good as Xu Fengnian."

The white-tailed whisk in front of Qi Xianxia jumped suddenly.

Hong Xixiang said with a bitter face: "I'm afraid of you. You Longhu Mountain don't look like a monk. How can you win so much?"

Qi Xianxia sneered and said, "If you Wudang do not have the will to win, why should you erect the Xuanwu Dangxing archway at the foot of the mountain?"

Hong Xixiang smiled and said, "Look at it, it's so rare that Lu Zu's calligraphy is."

Qi Xianxia snorted coldly, and was just talking to the Taoist priest, which was really playing the piano against the cow.

Hong Xixiang whispered: "Learning Taoism requires teaching to be poor, and there are only five or three words in your pocket. This is a famous saying left by Lu Zu. Look at you, Longhu Mountain, Huang Sanjia joked that you should have only tens of millions of words in your pocket."

Qi Xianxia was not angry when she heard this.

There are some interesting catchphrases circulating in the world and the temple every once in a while, often literati swearing and rude, and the most vivid. Huang Longshi's joke that mocked the Tianshi Mansion for practicing Taoism but not cultivating his mind is an example. This time, King Xu Xiao of Beiliang came to Beijing to face the saint, and then sang to the third-rank official outside the hall, and cursed, "If you didn't have a bird with your crotch and two pieces of meat on your chest, you would be a woman!" The great priest of Shangyin Academy has a famous saying that spread all over the world. When he was young, he teased a senior scholar of Jiangnan, "It's not as delicious as dumplings, but as fun as sister-in-law." There was a swordsman in Kongtong Sect who had been surrounded and suppressed the devil with his fellow martial arts masters. He was afraid of the enemy, and he had no choice but to find a bad excuse to say, "I just heard that my wife was pregnant, so I'll go back first." It was hilarious.

Hong Xixiang led the big green ox and said before leaving: "You can stay there and stay there. Maybe you can go down the mountain with me in the future. I will be more courageous if I have a companion."

After walking out for a few steps, the head teacher turned around and smiled with a cheeky smile: "Hey, don't be so stingy, tell me about Huting County."

Qi Xianxia reached out to grab the ponytail whisk.

Hong Xixiang rode on the cow and ran away.

The serious Qi Xianxia actually curled up the corners of her mouth.

There was no tension in an instant.

This is Wudang Mountain.

No matter who comes, you will be kind.

Harmony brings immortal energy.

———

Two Zen Temple.

The two women climbed the mountain, and the monks greeted each other along the way. Some young monks with poor concentration had to turn their backs to the abbots to make faces and smiles at a girl.

The little girl doesn't like to pay attention.

Bald heads, bald heads, all over the mountains and fields are all bald heads! Who loves to watch?

"Mom, just let me go down the mountain. I always look at my dad and Bennan and the two big bald heads on the mountain. How boring."

"Daughter, how nice it is to bald, you don't need to light the lights at night."

"Mom, don't make me laugh, I'm not a lady anymore!"

"Why are you talking and jokingly? Isn't you telling you the most important thing? Otherwise, with your beauty, you will be able to like your father?"

"Mom, the woman at the foot of the mountain looks much better than you. I really don't know why dad wants to live with you."

"Damn girl, can you have no mother? Also, if you touch your chest and say your conscience, will your mother look bad?!"

“…”

"Oh, daughter, when you grow older, you will understand that as long as you look good in a man's heart, you will be the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Ah? But Xu Fengnian said I look average, it's over!"

"My daughter is really grown up, and I'm very pleased. Daughter, mother is really not good-looking? No, if you go down the mountain, you have to buy some rouge and powder and pounce on your face to look good."

"Mom, you spend money indiscriminately. Dad must be squatting with Bennan and Nagging. They are talking together, which is so annoying."

"It would be bad if they didn't talk about it any day."

The mother and the mother seem to be quite cheesy.

Fortunately, they loved the bald heads behind them, which was so Buddha-like.

———

Thirty miles outside Xiangfan City, the vast and vibrant reed marsh was lost today for some reason.

In the central area, a wealthy young man sat on the archway where "Tianbo opened the mirror" in the reed marsh, with four red armors on his feet.

In the northeast, a middle-aged man who was not as handsome as a farmer stood, with a bundle of golden soft swords wrapped around his waist.

It is said that there is a 11th master in the world who has won two consecutive martial arts reviews. He is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, swords, spears, and all kinds of knowledge. Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and Taoism. He is so smart and complicated that he doesn't know what kind of weapon to choose. In the end, he has to get a soft sword. After the true energy is infused, he can be a knife, a gun or an arrow.

In the southwest, a blue-soldier carried a bamboo pole in both hands and walked slowly.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves sounded.

Thousands of birds leaped up in the reed marsh.

The old man who trained the fake princess and Li Shuangjia and the fisherman on the edge of the reed marsh asked for a pot of coarse rice wine. He narrowed his eyes and listened to the sound of pounding rice, took a sip of wine, and said to himself: "What a good place for dead people."
Chapter completed!