The Dangerous Cultivator

Suddenly, Xu Yi remembered Xu Jiacun, this place did not bring him too many happy memories.

Inadvertently, it became his concern.

"I feel more and more in line with this world!"

He said silently that Xu Yi had a dazzling figure. He had entered a pond and scrubbed it. His body was a lot of cool. However, his clothes were broken and there was no replacement. He had to cover the broken cloth with a piece of cloth. , Shot towards the nearest village.

He is now a high master, and even if he is running naked, it is hard for ordinary people to see him.

Infiltrated the village, looked for the courtyard, changed to a patch of shorts full of patches, covered the flesh, and then slipped out the door, more than ten miles west is the official way.

Suspecting that the rough cloth was unpleasant, Xu Yi started his career in cutting paths. Based on his current practice, he started a career in robbery, and naturally grabbed it.

But at half an hour, the rough farmer turned into a quiz student, a green suit, a white horse, a square scarf covering his head, an origami fan, and the elegant air rushed towards the west, walking along the official road.

Summer is coming, everything is re-emerging, there are plenty of grasses on both sides of the official road, trees between flowers, and sometimes a breeze comes in, the tree shakes tricks, and the air blows away, which is very pleasant.

After a killing, I rarely encountered this leisure, Xu Yi did not hit the horse, let it go slowly, and thought of the booklet in Xia Zimo Xu Mihuan, a thought, now in my palm.

Opening the title page, a row of juxtaposed light ink characters came to the eye. It was the first "The End of the World" made in the state government: the dead tree, the old tree, the crow, the small bridge, the flowing water, the ancient west wind, the thin horse, and the sunset, Broken-hearted people in the horizon. "

Turning back, it is still his poem.

After the psalms, it was the annotations made by Xia Zimo, or the extension of the poems.

After all, these poems, although profound in meaning, are simple and simple.

Xia Meiren, however, put into writing, expanding a poem into a moving story.

For example, "Jianghu" was rendered by Xia Meiren into a beautiful and resentful story of rivers and lakes, and even gave birth to a pair of male and female protagonists, in a **** storm, laughing and proud together, it was a bit more delicious.

"But I will open my eyes all night long and repay my life without raising an eyebrow!"

With a long sigh, Xu Yi closed the booklet and closed it in her arms.

It took a while to reach a fork, but it was a large-scale thatched cottage. Three spacious cottages were lined up at one time. The front guise was inserted high, thick tables and benches, and dozens of them were lined up. In the sheds on both sides, a few mouthfuls of large pots or bones that can cook the whole cow, or stew miscellaneous, heavy oil and spicy, bright red hot peppers spread in a half pot.

The strong aroma even prompted Xu Yi to hit the horse in a hurry, rushed to the front, straight from the horse's back, flying to an empty table, took a gold coin, and chanted, "Good wine and good meat! "

The shot was gold coins, and the store knew that it had hit a hawker and did not dare to neglect, so he could not urge Xiao Er to get started.

Soon, the hustle and bustle of hot flowers, large bones of beef bones, mixed beef, golden hot pot, sake of the altar, piled up a full table.

Xu Yi was very hungry early. He opened the bow from left to right, meat packs, cowboys, and beef bones. They were rushed into the mouth like running water. Hula, if the whale swallowed water, even the thick beef bones were chewed directly. Ten pounds of food was put in his belly, then he opened the mud seal, picked up the jar, and poured it directly into his mouth. For a moment, a jar of wine was also brought into the stomach.

At the entrance of hundreds of pounds of things, Qingshan was still slumped, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, and his lower abdomen had not swelled for half a minute.

She hadn't eaten for half a month, Xu Yi was so hungry early, and was lethargic. At this moment, she was agitated by this ****, and a cow could swallow it.

Fortunately, in today's world, warriors are as many as ox hair, and this generation eats, all in this shape. Although Xu Yi eats fierce, it is not surprising.

The shopkeeper is not afraid of the big belly, the fat shopkeeper whose body is round like a meat ball, a pair of gold coins with eyes on the table of Xu Yi, has taken root early, fearing that this person will eat less, and later have to find a lot Yin Liang, at this moment saw him finished, and stepped forward to ask.

"If I get another seat."

Eating is one of Xu Yi's few hobbies. Being able to swallow is to satisfy the abdomen. At this moment, slow food is needed to satisfy the desire of the tongue.

The fat shopkeeper Mali withdrew the seat, changed seats, and waited for the seats to be reset. Xu Yi really didn't stop eating Hesse and slowly tasted.

Not long after, several tables of guests came one after another, mostly with guns and swords, and Kong Wu's powerful generations, in twos and threes, dominated the tables and chairs, and shot the table in the mountains, scolding the stores for wine and meat.

The fat shopkeeper can run a business here. He is an exquisite flatterer, flattering, and scolding chickens and dogs.

Xu Yi frowned slightly. He was still calm, and he looked forward to gathering some useful information while these people were chatting.

Unexpectedly, he did not cause any trouble, but he came to him for a meal, a fat and strong man with thick hair and a buttock, sat down opposite him, picked up the gold coins on the table, and said, "Red coins, 啧啧In this wilderness Maodian, after eating a meal, he was reluctant to take out the treasure. Xiongtai was very angry. But Xiongtai was afraid of the embarrassment of the store. How can he break the shop to open gold coins? You're lucky, I'll take care of this meal, you can eat whatever you want! "Say, turn around and leave.

"Yeah, you guys invited me to dinner, why don't you take my money and you stand still!"

Xu Yi got up and hurried to chase after him, "I have five gold coins left, and you take one. How can I make a living along the way, return me quickly, lest I report it to Yemen and tell your **** to blossom." The fat and strong man only reached out to grab. The fat and strong man raised his arm slightly, and Xu Yi fell out, hit the ground, rubbing his buttocks, and groaning.

The fat shopkeeper rushed to confess his crimes, and hurried to help Xu Yi, but actually called “Amitabha, God bless” in the heart, but these people later did not know the root of the scholar, but he saw the man dismount The chic, refreshing taste of the sea and the sea, knowing that this must be a warrior, but at this moment does not argue with the fat and strong man, it is clear that he has a mind.

Although he had to look into it, the fat shopkeeper didn't even think about making peace in it. He only hoped that the two parties would not get into trouble here, even if he had some wine and meat, he recognized it.

Xu Yichao landed slightly, causing everyone to laugh loudly, and even unknowingly whispered. Xu Yi heard the score, but was trying to hit his so-called four other gold coins.

In the end here is the impulse, people come and go, have a mind, but do not dare to act openly, only in secret calculations.

After a while, everyone's attention turned to the wine and meat field. They drank five drinks and six drinks, and they continued to scream and drink. Immediately, Xu Yi wanted to listen and was taken out.

He has the patience to perform, but he is unwilling to demolish the pubs of the crowd, in order to listen to some news. After all, the Canglong Mountain battle was absolutely influential.

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