MTL - How To Die As Heavy As Mount Tai-Chapter 95 a male dresser

In Anyang County.

Now it is already in the late autumn, the tea shed next to the official road, the business is particularly good.

The weather is cold, and pedestrians who have been on the road often can't stand the cold wind that has begun to bite, and enter the tea shed to drink a cup of hot tea to drive away the chill of the bone marrow. The son of the tea shed boss is a famous singer of Shili Baxiang. Some time ago, he learned the most famous storytelling in the county. At this time, I will learn the skills of the hand in the tea shed and take it out one by one.

"It is said that this family of hidden swordsmen was the first of the four villages. If it was not because of the tragedy, it would not be the scene of the Kyoto Lin family."

The black-skinned teenager sold a good job, but he learned well. When everyone was waiting to listen to the tragedy, he turned his head.

"When it comes to Duanjia, I have to mention the son of Feifei Qingzi. At only 16 years old, I have already ranked first in the martial arts list. The father of the villain had the privilege of seeing the side of the family, though it is The distance is still far away, I can't see the true meaning of Feiqing's son. It's just the style of the whole body. It's like the snow covered on the top of the moon that day. It's not something that we can imagine."

"Get it, how can there be such a person in this world, this style, except for the immortals on that day..." This is the guest who is looking for a sly, and if he has not finished speaking, he will swallow it back. Because he saw two people walking into the tea shed.

Not only the guests who found the hustle and bustle, the whole tea shed was quiet all of a sudden, and the black and thin boy stopped the sound of the book, staring at the two people who walked in.

There was no empty table in the tea shed, so the white-clothed son, who looked like a bright moon, looked around and whispered something to the woman who was wearing a cloak and could not see the appearance. The gentleness of the expression makes the Huachunchun girl in the teahouse want to take the woman instead.

Later, the white man went to the guest who had found the shackle: "This friend, can you make it convenient?"

The white robes are full of rituals and the style is outstanding. Even the guests at the table are so bitter and mean at this moment that they can't afford the idea of ​​semi-different: "Please."

After the white man smiled and expressed gratitude, he returned to the cloak at the door and called: "A Heng, come over."

The woman in the cloak sat down and raised her hand and opened her hood. The people in the tea shed were surprised again, and they had guessed before they did, and they did not expect this cloak to be such a look. This woman is too disproportionate with the white man. It’s not that the woman’s appearance is salt-free. On the contrary, everyone in the room has never seen a better look than this woman.

Just, this is a Miao female. Her eyebrows are beautiful, but her eyebrows are too sharp. Her skin is very white, but because of the thick shadows of the corners of her eyes and the red lips, she is very strong. What is even more daunting is that the silver ornaments on the black hair of this Miao girl are actually a lifelike scorpion. The raised tail hook seems to be tied at any time.

However, the white man was thoughtful about the seemingly fascinating Miao female. When the Miao female sat down, in addition to Zhangkou drinking tea, the rest had white clothes to do the work.

Until the two men finished the hot tea, went out to the horse, and the ride disappeared at the end of the official road. The atmosphere in the tea shed was once again active.

"The Feiqing son, if it is at this age, the style should not be inferior to this white man." The black skinny boy has always admired Duan Jiafei Qingzi.

"Hey, kid, do you say that person will be Duan Jiafei Qingzi?"

"Impossible, how can he be a wife of a martial arts family like him?"

The two people in this topic center are naturally Duan Feiqing and Lu Heng. All the way to the hinterland of the Central Plains, Lu Heng, born in the hot and humid Miaojiang, can not stand this coolness, his internal strength is very poor, can not be used to protect the cold. So, a few days ago, the two began to ride together, Duan Feiqing took Lu Heng in his arms, and used internal force to provide him with a constant passion, Lu Heng was barely supported.

It’s just that Duan Feiqing saw his face blanched by the cold wind, and he was distressed. Whenever there is a tea shed, Duan Feiqing always stops to make a pot of hot tea for Lu Heng, until he recovers a bit of blood, he can rest assured. This is the reason for the previous one.

After passing the tea shed, it was not far from going out, and I entered the boundary of the hidden family in the past year. Although Yin Jianzhuang has been paid a torch, Duan Feiqing is still alive in the world, and is a famous disciple of the world. After the accident at the beginning of the door, the martial arts people have defaulted to the next position. Therefore, no one dares to marry this industry.

Duan Feiqing took Lu Heng directly to the back mountain where his family was buried. On the beautiful back hill, there is a row of graves, which are neatly trimmed, and there are fresh tributes in front of each tombstone.

"Is this someone to worship?" Lu Heng asked.

"A few years ago, when I came back, although I was weak and dare not approach, but I could not let my family's resting place be messy, I gave a bank money to the house to let them clear the weeds and burn some paper money. It’s a filial piety..."

Duan Feiqing’s mood is still calm at the moment. Because Lu Heng entered his position from the land, he held his hand tightly.

In the most central place, Duan Feiqing’s grandfather’s resting place is next to the tomb of his maiden. Duan Feiqing loosened Lu Heng’s hand and walked over to the tomb.

"Grandfather, hey, mother, this is my...A Heng." Duan Feiqing did not know what he was, and swallowed the word of the righteous brother when he spoke, only one blur could not be heard. syllable.

After three weeks and nine weeks of worship, Duan Feiqing was on the ground, his forehead touched the back of his hand, and he did not get up for a long time.

Lu Heng was worried that he was going to go forward and saw Duan Feiqing straight up and looked back. There was sadness and nostalgia in his eyes, but overall it was still normal. Lu Heng was hanging in the middle of the air, and this was put back.

"A Heng, come to see my grandfather and my mother." Duan Feiqing explained, "Fangcai, I have introduced you to my grandfather and sister-in-law, and we have known our encounters and have listened to them in detail."

It’s too late to worship the family. Duan Feiqing proposed to go to the back of the mountain to stay in the first place, anyway, even if he went to the former mountain village, but also the sight is not good to find anything.

Later, Yamamoto was the place where the family members were rehabilitated, so they built a small courtyard in the depths for rest. The front yard of Qianshan Mountain Villa was burned by a fire, and this courtyard should be kept intact.

Along the path of the gut, all the way to the depths of the back mountain, the two really saw the other hospital.

"A Heng, you are going back. There are no people in this hospital for a long time. The dust inside is very big. Don't dirty your robes." Seeing Lu Heng stepped back two steps, Duan Feiqing pushed away. The gate of the hospital.

A little cold man came out of the air. Duan Feiqing's robes were smashed, and Ling Li took the wind to counterattack, but he was physically regressed and protected in front of Lu Heng.

"Damn!"

Lu Heng thought that it was the black man who was not stunned. The locusts on the body were ready to go, but the voice of the woman’s voice was heard inside the door.

Falling down inside the gate of the other hospital is actually a girl dressed up. The girl was swept away by Duan Feiqing without any mercy, and she couldn’t get up in her chest.

The origin of this girl is unknown. Lu Heng did not go forward, but was careful.

At this moment, I heard a sigh of praise from the hospital: "Where is the little thief coming from, I am still guilty of this place and still hurt my niece, a big dog!"

With this soft drink, the white scorpion broke through the air, this is a soft white brocade under the internal force of perfusion, it becomes unbreakable, and the ordinary weapon encounters this white scorpion, fearing that it will be entangled and unable to break through.

It is a pity that the owner of this day has met Duan Feiqing. The Shadow Sword was held in his jade-like left hand, and the cold man flashed, and the cracking sound rang, and the long white scorpion was broken in half. She was exposed to the attacker. She was dressed in white, her face covered with white gauze, and she could not see her appearance. The white girl’s weapon was abolished, but there was no pause. There was a short sword in the hand, and it was tied to Duan Feiqing’s eyebrows.

Duan Feiqing was on the right hand and put on the silk gloves. I saw him scratching the air and grabbing it. The pair of eyebrows were held in his hands, and then the power was shaken. The white girl was taken out of the weapon and flew out.

When the short sword started, Duan Feiqing felt different. He looked down and found that the appearance of this short sword was exactly the same as the Shadow Sword.

The streamer shadow double sword is the family that Duan Feiqing made for him when he was young. This light sword was created by his grandfather and the shadow sword was given by his mother. When the mother of Feiqing said that this shadow sword is the weapon she has been using, it has not been used now, and she gave it to Duan Feiqing.

The material of the Shadow Sword is very special. Duan Feiqing has never seen the second weapon with the same material as the Shadow Sword. Nowadays, this short sword in his hand, although the casting technique is completely inferior to the shadow sword, but the material is exactly the same.

The white girl, also saw the shadow sword in Duan Feiqing’s hand, and asked with joy: “You are Duan Feiqing?”

Duan Feiqing looked at the short sword in his hand and nodded.

"Cousin!"

Congratulations, 666, the key figure appeared on the 2nd. 】 The tone of the little assistant, how to listen to how to gloat.

[No. 2? 】 Lu Heng did not respond at the moment.

[It is the second of the seven beautiful flowers, Duan Feiqing's cousin plus fiancee! 】

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The master of the stallion, the seven are like beautiful flowers. When Lu Heng saw the information, he felt a sense of guilt. Just after confirming that Duan Feiqing was releasing the air, he had completely forgotten this matter.

Now, if the flower is beautiful, it is still on the scene. Lu Heng’s face is black.