Chapter 115: The Second Son of the Human Slaughterer Ties His Hair Again

Jianghu began to spread rumors of a rampant young characters, black barefoot, a head of messy hair like a comet rise, he brought a head of body size has to be unusual tiger two big giant black tiger, first south to run on the yin school palace, and then rushed straight to the north of the Liang, along the way did not take the initiative to injure people, the teenager does not smile, neither do chivalrous good deeds, also do not do the bully for the evil of the outlaws, but if someone takes the initiative to seek provocations, blocked the road. So far, no one left a whole body. Black boy like the North Mang Dynasty of white Luoyang, unstoppable, a lot of Jianghu do not know the importance of the rash young bullied him single-handedly, weighing the catty, think you can take him as a stepping stone to accumulate prestige, most of them are given to the torn limbs, or swallowed by the black tiger. A person a family in transit, slightly well-informed of the local gate of the big factions have pressed the troops, cautioned the young generation in the clan is not allowed to go to join in the fun, during the period there are six or seven sets of killers of unknown origin, went to the end, the end of the particularly miserable, the teenager is simply impervious to knives and guns, a brute force of the huge, can set off the ship to destroy the city.

Three hundred iron horsemen sped out of Liangzhou city to meet the black-clothed teenager Xu Longxiang.

Huang Ban Er expressionless back to the empty Northern Liang Wang Fu, in the Sycamore courtyard saw that only look like and no charm of the pseudo-seizi, if not by a few he still recognized the maid sister at the risk of her life to stop, will be blown to the spot into mush. The young man did not see his brother, also did not see the border patrol Xu Snapdragon, yellow barbarians seem to be some do not know what to do, listening to the tide of the lake for a while, and then go to the wutong courtyard squatting, no one can not be persuaded, but also dare to persuade, not to mention that there is a little king beside a horror of the black tiger. Then yellow savage child is irritable and restless, seems to find himself lost, and then began to rampage in the northern Liang Wang Fu, those layers of erected courtyard walls are given to knock out holes, no one dares to stand in front of the little prince.

Bei Liang Wang Fu are aware of his highness has welcomed back two beautiful women, young some of them live in the Wutong courtyard, living in a simple house, the young woman charm of the one, so beautiful that people would like to give birth to a pair of eyeballs, but unfortunately compared to the occasional lakeside walks of the woman, she is only planted with reeds in the acre of land, never stepped out of half a step, leaving the people of the shapely figure, and more than a glimpse of it, it will again be difficult to The woman never took half a step on the reed-planted land. After the mysterious disappearance of his brother, Murong Wuzhu lived in silence, but also not sad, she was in the Wutong courtyard, the good thing is that her mother’s womb brought no fire temperament, so that she compared to the reeds in the lonely Pei Nanwei, relatively easy to be accepted by the second-class maids. All are outsiders drifting away from home, Murong Wuzhu from time to time will go to the waterfront reeds that piece to visit Pei Nanwei, today the two heard the king’s house movement, Murong Wuzhu busy carrying skirt, ran out of the house, stood on the high platform to look out, did not see the familiar slender man, only to see a madness of barefooted teenagers, in addition to fear, and can not hide the loss.

Pei Nanwei never left the house, saw the disoriented young woman returned to sit down, quietly sighing in his heart. That prodigal son surnamed Xu, is it worth it for you to be so attached?

Murong Wuzhu fixed her mind and softly said, “Sister Pei, I saw the young prince who returned from Longhu Mountain cultivation, and he doesn’t look like him.”

Pei Nanwei prodded and asked, “Him? Who is it? Your brother, or the King of Northern Liang?”

Murong Wuzhu’s face turned red and she lowered her head to knead the corner of her coat.

Pei Nanwei looked at her, and for no reason, some envy arose. When a woman is young, she can be shy. When she gets older, she has to look repulsive.

Murong Wuzhu was afraid of being teased again and found an excuse to leave. Pei Nanwei also did not get up to see her off, her small mansion belongs to the lake filled with water, which can be surrounded by reeds on all sides, in the middle of summer, the reeds green, a few pairs of wild mandarin ducks swimming neck to neck. She walked out of the house, the house is not paved with stone, all the mud, she took off her shoes and socks in her hand, walking in the reeds seemingly isolated, gently raised his head and looked north.

To the king’s house to relieve the siege is only a few dozen riders urgently rushed back to the Yuan Zuozong, for the king of the north of the Liang Yi son, Huang Baner is still recognized him. Outsiders do not know what Yuan Zuozong said, the young king immediately quiet, dozens of elite riders can not wait to eat, out of the house out of the city, all the way non-stop hoof, to the foot of Wudang Mountain, Xu Longxiang all the way to barefoot gallop, speed is still better than the galloping horse. Last time the son of the Palace down to Wudang, only the old head teacher Wang Chong downstairs to welcome guests, today Xuanwudangxing four words under the plaque, but also only stood a young man with plain robes, Yuan Zuozong and the Li monk nodded his head, dismounted and stood. Yellow barbarians are perhaps in the Longhu Mountain and the small Taoist temple stayed for a long time, with the old master of the day and night, the Taoist is not disgusted, but feel close to the quiet mountaineering, to the top of the peak of the small Lotus Peak, Taoist Li Yu axe is no longer close to the tortoise camel monument, black-clothed young man and the body of the black giant tiger came together to the cliffside.

This place, a red dress soared.

In this place, Hong Washixiang self-militarized, and heaven and earth threatened to certify another three hundred years. Since this Taoist priest who became an Immortal in less than thirty years is the reincarnation of Lu Zu, and even more so is the reincarnation of Qi Xuanzheng, then the True Martial Emperor on the prophecy is obviously someone else. In the beheading of the devil platform long dyed Taoist Qi real person under the seat of the black tiger, temperament, here exceptionally tame, lying on the ground, do not forget that Hong washed the elephant is both the reincarnation of Lv Zu, but also that Qi Xuanzheng reincarnation of cultivation, Hong washed the elephant is the black tiger’s old master, the black tiger is psychic, self-ownership of the Avatar, and even shook his head and whimpered up. Li Yu axe stood in the distance, see this scene, also sad, to him, the little master uncle is deservedly immortal character, outstanding style, Li Yu axe respect master, but worship the little master uncle. Hong Boss if you don’t want to ascend, and that woman in red to form a divine couple in the world of cultivation how good it is ah.

Suddenly, Xu Longxiang clenched his hands into fists and wailed to the sky.

The black tiger also hissed.

The ground shook.

Along with Xu Longxiang’s catharsis, qi like the sky flying stone smashed in the center of the lake, surging and scattering, on the mountain not a few years of the new junior uncle Li Yu axe like a boat floating in the ocean, shaking, but not down and not over.

Welcome to the mountain, and sent down the mountain, Li Yu axe looked at a man and a tiger follow the iron horse far away, sighed. The younger brother is already so overbearing, I think that even the palm teacher uncle are not able to subdue the Prince, is really as rumors of lawlessness, in the future know that he wants to go up to the mountain, it seems to have to find an excuse to not see it. Li Yu axe itself does not know that Hong Chui Xiang before the military, leaving “Wudang when the rise, when the rise in the jade axe” of the nine words of the last words of his master Yu Xingrui in the East China Sea picked up his so fishermen orphans to do apprenticeship, although the trust, but also do not do the stupid thing of pulling up the seedlings to help them grow, coupled with Wudang Mountain hundreds of years of a lineage, the most like natural. Li Yu axe in recent years in addition to follow the masters monastic, morning and evening twice in the main peak of the Palace Square leading boxing, but also responsible for feeding the green cow, take care of the waterfall side of the vegetable beds, and even the palms of the teacher’s uncle of the secluded bamboo hut of the best friend Qi Xianman, but also handed over to him to clean up the daily to and from the peaks of a few mountains, the distance alone is fifty to sixty miles of mountain road, the way to the Taoist temple on the six, many of the small children who finished their homework like to wait for a rabbit to help the small master uncle to take the cow and let the cow go. Many little Taoist children who have finished their homework like to wait for a rabbit to help the little master to take the cows and herd the cattle, just to listen to the little master say something about the people and things under the mountain. Buddhist law does not depend on people, Taoist cultivation of nature, Li Yu axe has not been to the pressure of the Wudang Mountain hundreds of years of Taoist ancestor of Longhu Mountain, but also only think that the head of the little uncle can not afford to go down the mountain is justified, here, everyone is close to each other, the scenery is okay.

He also clearly remembered the first and last time to chat with the little uncle, then the master of the teacher uncle is in the middle of the day, riding a crane down the river, flying sword thousands of miles to suppress the dragon and tiger, chopping off the luck of several countries, in the city of Tai’an in and out of as if no one’s business, under the sky and nobody dares to belittle the Wudang Mountain. Li Yu axe was brought by the master to the small lotus peak, both hands palms are sweat. Master also did not voice comfort, just laugh all the way. When he arrived at the waist of the peak, he bumped into the Sect Leader who was herding cows and sunbathing, after the master left, Hong Xiaoshi Uncle waved at himself, and the two of them sat on the shaded boulder at the bottom of the tree, Xiaoshi Uncle saw him being short of breath, and laughed, “When you first came to the mountain, I should have gone to pick you up, but unfortunately I wasn’t on the mountain at that time.”

Li Yu Axe was nervous and sat upright, shaking his head, “I don’t dare.”

The young Sect Master who was not yet thirty years old said in a warm voice: “I remember when I was a child going to the mountain, it happened to be snowing heavily, a good goose feather snow, how to sweep it could not be swept clean, the eldest senior brother stood under the pagoda and waited for us, at that time I thought it was the Wudang Taoist priests got a big snowman piled up over there, the senior brother smiled and shook off the snowflakes, and I realized that it was a living person, and I was so scared, that I almost cried out. At that time behind my back the master out of words reprimanded half a day elder brother, elder brother is not annoyed, when I turned my head to sneak a look at him when I went up the mountain, he laughed.”

“Your Grandmaster Uncle, he blends in and understands everything. Meng Xi’s Gua Qi, Jing Fang’s variation, Xun Shuang’s elevation, Deng Xuan’s Yao Chen, Yu翻’s Najia, he all deeply studied the righteousness, and finally he could cultivate the Great Yellow Court, he said to me, the first ancient Fang Shi cultivated the God, wonderful and interesting, and then after that, refining the qi, and then after that, refining the essence, and the more the writings, the farther away from the Tao. The more writings you have, the farther away from the Tao you are. Cultivating life without cultivating sex is the first disease of cultivation. He also said that my generation of Taoists cultivate power, how different from the martial arts. But Eldest Brother said a lot, and I didn’t understand much at the time, so it’s good that he didn’t blame.”

“Even the Sect Leader doesn’t understand?”

“The way you say that, haha, it’s very much like me. In the future, when you meet that His Royal Highness, remember to speak like this as well, that guy’s ears are soft and he eats this. By the way, Jade Axe, that’s a good name for you.”

“Reporting back to the Sect Leader, it was the Master who helped to choose it.”

“Your master’s learning is great, cultivation is deep, not showy, you have to cherish it.”

“Uh-huh!”

“Jade Axe, do you cultivate want to cultivate longevity?”

“Sect Master, this …… has not thought about it.”

“No need to rush to answer, I’m just casually asking.”

“I’ll come back to report to the Sect Leader when I’ve figured it out.”

“Just call me junior uncle, come, teach you each a set of boxing and sword skills. When you’ve learned them, then come back down the mountain.”

“Little Master Uncle you say, I’ll listen with my heart.”

Recalling the past, Li Yu Axe had nothing to do and was a bit sentimental, so he walked idly all the way, walking to the main temple of the main peak, and saw the statue of the True Martial Emperor, Li Yu Axe had looked at it many times, and lost his mind every time. This time was no exception.

I look at True Martial, True Martial looks at me.

On the border of Northern Liang, 10,000 Dragon Elephant Iron Horsemen were poised in iron armor.

Dressed in a set of old armor, Xu Snap stood in front of the army, pointed towards the black-clothed teenager beside him in the direction of North Mang, and said softly, “Go pick up your brother.”

Huang Barbarian’s seemingly naive smile was characterized by a bloody bravery.

Xu Snap turned around and asked with a smile, “Dragon Elephant Army, dare you drive a thousand miles?”

The generals boiled: “Die fighting!”

The young man mounted the black tiger, took out a ribbon, and after lifting both hands around the bustle, tied up the head of shawl hair.

The action was the same as his brother’s.