Chapter 9 Wu Meiniang looked at the city from afar, and the old man in the lake was wearing a knife
Dazhuguo, wearing a thick fox fur, saw a group of people boarding the ship, raised his hand and waved it. Six or seven shadow masters in the palace slowly retreated, and three of them were five guarding slaves.
After drinking, Xu Fengnian pointed at Jiang Ni with drunken eyes, then Yu Youwei, and laughed and said, “You, and you, in fact, there is no grudge or grudge, but it is irreconcilable. Kill me, Jiang Ni, take out the magic talisman and I will let you stab it. I want to see if it is the brilliance on my body, or whether it is your dagger sharp. Otherwise, we will make a bet and you win, of course there is no need to say much. If I win, give me a smile. Princess Taiping, how about this deal? “
Jiang Ni narrowed his beautiful eyes and was eager to try it.
Jiang surname. God Talisman. Princess Taiping.
Yu Youwei, whose mother was the former sword servant of the late emperor and her father was the Sanguan of Western Chu, shook her hand, which caused Wu Meiniang to scream lazyly in her arms.
Xu Fengnian threw away the white fur fur on his body, pulled open the collar of his clothes, revealing the navy blue armor he was reluctant to take off after returning from the trip, and straightened his chest, “Come on, thorn me.”
Jiang Ni was hesitating, waiting for an opportunity to move, like a young leopard.
Old Huang was not worried about blood. The eldest young master had suffered from the loss of no experience in the world in those three years. He was more embarrassed, and the later he became more treacherous.
In the end, she gave up the tempting opportunity and sneered, “You can do a loss-making business, I would rather believe in ghosts than you.”
Xu Fengnian quickly put on her clothes and put on the fox white fur again, haha, “Fortunately, I was scared and sweated. I really can’t drink too much of this wine. Lao Huang, go and take a boat, let’s go back and save my life from the gate of hell.”
Jiang Ni’s eyes were full of annoyance.
Old Huang followed the young master and kept having fun.
After getting ashore, Jiang Ni left angrily.
Yu Youwei did not wear the sable fur coat he sent to the yard, so she simply gave her the fox white fur coat that was only luxurious in the royal palace. By the way, she touched Wu Meiniang’s little head and seemed to say casually: “You learned Fengzhou accent to hide your eyes, but in the banana yard, a small temptation will make you reveal it. On the boat, there is another half-true and half-false Princess Taiping of Xichu, so she hooked up your fox tail. You Wei, you are really not suitable to be an assassin, so you can be a canary in a cage in the future. Look, I didn’t lie to you, there is a beautiful snow scene here.”
After saying that, Xu Fengnian shouted the slogan of a trail-cut bandit, “The wind is tight, huh.” He ran away with his servant Lao Huang.
Yu Youwei, wearing a fur of gold, stopped in place, unable to tell whether it was a fox-white fur or a wind and snow.
In the sixth year of Qianyuan in the Liyang Dynasty, on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, King Xu Xiao of Northern Liang and Prince Xu Fengnian set off at dawn, except for Chen Zhibao and ChuLushan was not in the ranks, and the other four adopted sons were accompanied by three hundred cavalry, heading to Jiuhua Mountain in Kunming.
Although this mountain is the temple of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the Liyang Dynasty has always admired Taoism and suppressed Buddhas. Moreover, Jiuhua Mountain is located in a remote place and there is no big temple or Buddha to worship. The most important thing is that in recent years, the Dazhu Kingdom intends to expel idle believers, making Jiuhua Mountain look particularly lonely.
There is a Thousand Buddha Pavilion on the top of the mountain, and there is a big bell of ten thousand pounds on the roof. The bells here are very particular. They ring one hundred and eight times a day, one not many times a day, and one cannot be missing. The morning is the bell, and the evening is the bell. Each time they are 18 times, and they are 18 times a day. This is repeated twice, a total of 108 times a day. It is in line with the twenty-four solar terms and seventy-two climates of December 1, and Buddhism means eliminating the one hundred and eight roots of afflictions.
After the death of the princess, Xu Xiao, who had never taken a concubine in his life, even made up his mind not to marry again in this life. He also came to the Thousand Buddha Pavilion on the top of the mountain in person every Qingming Festival, Double Ninth Festival and the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, and ringed the bell twice in person in the morning and evening.
Before entering the mountain gate, everyone tacitly removed their armor and horses. Xu Xiao and Xu Fengnian walked side by side. The four adopted sons Yuan Zuozong, Ye Xizhen, Yao Jian and Qi Dangguo were far apart and did not dare to cross the rules.
Among the four, “Zuo Xiong” is a pioneer general who takes the head of the general in the army like a vanguard. He has superb military power and outstanding marching formations.
Ye Xi is really a Confucian general. He is good at plotting and strategizing behind the scenes. It is completely opposite to Lu Qiuer, who likes conspiracy.
Yao Jian was born by the Taoist sect. He was good at finding dragon and sand. He always carried a broken book “Geography Qingnang Jing” with him. He liked to squat on the ground and taste the soil when he had nothing to do. Qi Dangguo was the leader of the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry, the King’s Banner of Xu.