Merry little roll

The past is like a cold blade, sharp and sharp, stirring up waves.

At that time, Yuan Yang was still a mortal practicing Taoism.

He was kicked out of the Buddhist sect for practicing Taoism. He was dressed in tattered linen clothes, a pair of straw sandals, and a lame horse. He couldn't even bear to ride, let alone eat.Hungry and hungry all day long, suffering from wind, frost and rain.

In the vast city of Xunyang, there is no one else to beg for alms.

Hearing that there are many noble people in the brothel and flower street, Yuan Yang took a chance to try his luck, and led the lame horse on the road.

Flower Street and Willow Lane are crowded with people, leaning against the red and nestling in the green.

The canopy carriage passed by slowly, the bluestone slabs were covered with blue, and people came and went without stopping.

Yuan Yang got his first steamed bun in recent days.

Brother Lame stretched his neck, looking eagerly at the steaming big white steamed bun with eager eyes.

Yuan Yang hadn't finished eating the steamed buns when he heard commotion in front of him. A woman's scream came indistinctly from the crowd, mixed with men's laughter.

The lame horse kicked its hind hooves, snorted, its hair was shaking all over, seized the moment when Yuan Yang was distracted, and snatched half of the steamed bun from his hand.

He wiped his palms wet from being licked by Brother Ma, and walked slowly towards the crowd.

"This bitch has become a bitch and still wants to set up a memorial archway. With her poor appearance, you are not allowed to let me go!"

A brawny man with slanted eyebrows and straight eyes was beating a woman with a whip thicker than a twist, and the veins on his shoulders were exposed.

Blood seeped from the woman's torn clothes, and she writhed in agony on the dusty ground like a helpless earthworm that couldn't escape.

There are men all around, excitedly watching the strong man swing his whip and hit his weak body, and from time to time burst into a loud "Okay!"

In the brothel and flower alley, only the human heart is separated from the belly, and Yan Luo is in the world.

The strong man rubbed his sore hands and spit into the palms of his hands. He was about to shake off the whip again when a black shadow suddenly rushed in front of him, barely stopping his movements.

Outside the crowd, the lame horse roared.

"Official, stop beating."

The strong man raised his head, and in front of him was a shabby monk, covered in rags, his face was covered with dirt, and he couldn't tell his face clearly.

The burly man glared angrily, trying to break free from the force that grabbed his arm, but the monk's hands in front of him were clasped tightly like pliers, not loosening at all.

His face turned purple, and he still didn't break free from the eagle claws of the man in front of him.

"There's always a reason why a woman doesn't want to share the sex with you, maybe it's because she's menstruating." Yuan Yang lowered his eyes, the ragged clothes and cloth strips fluttered in the wind, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, With the other hand, he pulled out the whip from the strong man's hand, "Maybe it's because the official's 'whip' is not half as thick as this twisted whip...Women, don't you just want that."

The pulled out whip drew an arc in the air, and then was thrown to the ground cumbersomely.

The people around burst into laughter, their eyes flicked at the strong man's crotch, "It's really smaller, smaller!"

The brawny man roared out of embarrassment, trembling all over, he pulled out a giant knife from his waist, Yuan Yang raised his eyes, and with one hand like a shuttle, he grasped the cold blade with his palm in the midst of electric fire and thunder.

There was a cold metal touch in the palm of his hand, he exerted a little force, and the hard coldness melted into nothingness.

The blade shattered, turned into powder under the amazed eyes of everyone, and fell to the ground.

Yuan Yang felt relieved, decades of crooked ways really did not cultivate in vain!

The lame horse screamed, but the crowd was silent. In the stalemate, there were two or three applause from above.

Yuan Yang looked up and saw two shirtless.

It turned out that the young prince was promiscuous in the daytime, and was having fun with his wife in his arms, but he was disturbed by the movement downstairs.

He carried the little lady to the window to inquire, and when he saw the interesting scene of "the broken monk and the strong man Qiu", he couldn't help applauding. This person was born with different eyes, and unknown emotions flashed across the purple eyes.

The little prince was naked, and the little lady was also naked, she didn't want to be seen by everyone, and was about to run away, but was held in his arms by the little prince, unable to move, and struggled for a while.

Everyone looked up following Yuan Yang's line of sight, and saw the minced meat of a pair of wild mandarin ducks protruding from the window on the second floor of Zuihongyuan.The man was lying on the woman's body, but his eyes were looking straight at the broken monk on the ground.

This staring did not move away for a long time, time seemed to stand still in the little prince's eyes.

Yuan Yang looked at the man, but there was a sudden pain in his head, as if reminding him that something bad was about to happen.

Meeting each other on a narrow road, evil fate is hard to avoid.

Two years later, Yuan Yang was sitting in the military tent, and he really felt what "Ying Zhao" is. He carved the wood in his hand depressedly, hating himself for having a premonition, but not knowing how to avoid it.

That day, after the little prince of the brothel was startled to see the Po monk, he visited the thatched cottage three times and insisted on asking him to be his husband.The broken monk nestled in that abandoned temple, throwing out countless delicious food, jade liquid, and gold leaves from beauties.

On the surface, he put on airs with two sleeves, but he couldn't help feeling sour in his heart. This man was more angry than others. With a hatred for the rich, he held down the lame horse brother who was about to defect, and stuck to the dilapidated old man with all his life.

I would rather be a dead soul in a ruined temple than a mediocre person in a pond of gold and jade!

After all kinds of turmoil, Yuan Yang slapped himself resoundingly with his actions, but in the end he and Brother Ma bowed to Wudoumi.

Only after getting close did I realize that this little prince is far from being as aggressive as the world sees him.He is famous in the flower streets and willow alleys outside, but the beauties are moved far away in the mansion; he acts stupid in front of outsiders, as if he is illiterate, but in fact, the ancient books and classics in the study have been turned upside down Big shit.

This is a hard-working person, but he acts like a fool.

One person attained the Tao, the chicken and dog ascended to heaven, and the lame brother enjoyed the happiness of Yuanyang. In just a few months, his fur was already shiny, and he was so fat that it was difficult to distinguish between male and female, and it was difficult to walk an inch.

He called him "Sir", and he taught him martial arts, but he was safe.

It wasn't until later, when the little prince took him into the backyard, that Yuan Yang realized that this person didn't have the word 'diligence', but the 'wild' of that wolf's ambition.

In the backyard, a group of dead soldiers are undergoing training. They are dressed in black and have a token with the word 'Ye' hanging on their waists. Everyone is deadly and persistent, and they have a sense of respect for the young prince Ning Ye. Faithful unto death.They are all adults with strong bones, but they kneel on the ground and give up on another person.

"Today's emperor is extravagant, benevolent and unrighteous, to the point of disregarding the lives of the common people, imposing heavy taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and the people are destitute."

Under the night wind, the little prince Wusi fluttered, his eyes sparkled, he looked at the stunned Yuanyang, and lightly parted his lips: "I'm not talented, but I have three thousand soldiers, and I'm short of food and grass... There's still one gentleman left."

The fragrance of Qimo floats like a thread, and the time flies like a stream of electricity.

A gust of wind blew outside the military tent, causing the curtains at the entrance of the tent to shake, and a bit of dust was blown in through the gaps, carrying a little bit of wind and sand, and the candles flickered.

Yuan Yang raised his hand, waved away Brother Mosquito, who had been hovering over his head for a long time, and continued to carve his wooden map wholeheartedly.

Now the Ning Dynasty is divided into three parts of the world, the previous dynasty was weak, the militia rioted, and the strongest was the young prince who had been keeping a low profile for a long time.Yuan Yang was about to leave after giving the boy a yellow robe, and go to practice his evil ways.

His woodwork was not born for war.

In this room, he was carving wood, while Prince Ning was watching behind him, Yuanyang's temple was throbbing with pain, and again, those questions that had been asked a hundred and eighty times.

"How old is sir?"

"It's huge."

"How much wood has Mr. Carved?"

"a lot of."

"gentlemen……"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of horseshoes at the entrance of the military tent, and the shouts of soldiers sounded outside. During this time, utensils were overturned, horses neighed and people roared, and there was a commotion.

The two looked at each other, opened the curtain and hurried out.

The bonfire outside the tent was swaying, and a man was sitting on horseback under the night sky, surrounded by soldiers calmly and calmly, with his head raised high, showing a sense of arrogance.

Yuan Yang narrowed his eyes, and gradually he saw the heroic man on the horse.

It was a girl!

Under the moonlight, the man was wearing armor, his ink-like long hair was curled up high, his black silk was as long as flowing water, his face was light and agile, but his imposing manner was majestic and oppressive.

When she saw the little prince Ning Ye walking out of the military tent, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she threw the package in her arms on the ground in front of the tent.

The package rolled over, sending up waves of dust.

"Ning Jun, the head you want!"

The tumbling package landed on Yuan Yang's toes, the head inside rolled off, and the blood on the surface seemed to be still hot.

"It's right that you like this country, then I will accompany you to conquer this country!"

The girl is sitting on a horse, wearing armor, but there is tenderness in her eyes.

Yuan Yang later found out that this heroine wearing armor and carrying her head was the eldest daughter of the founding marshal of the former dynasty, and also the childhood sweetheart of the young prince Ning Ye.Because he fought with his father since he was a child and was raised as a man, he has been tempered with steel and iron.

Bend the bow and fight as a man, and awe-inspiring women are generals!

Yuan Yang liked this girl's temperament very much, and even felt a bit like a confidant.

The girl's martial arts can kill enemies on the battlefield, and Wen Neng's soft sentences in the boudoir can shock the entire army, and her softness can comfort the little prince.

If it weren't for Yuanyang's heart to be settled by someone, he would have been tempted.

The girl followed Ning Ye and also called him "Sir".

Yuan Yang never liked to carve wood carvings for others, but in order to please this brave girl, he made a portrait of Ning Ye.

When the girl picked up the wooden statue, her eyes were full of joy, as if she had acquired some most precious treasure in the world.

"Sir, you are an eminent monk." The girl stroked the statue in her hand, "You have to cross Ning Jun, he is too bitter and dull."

Yuan Yang wondered who would want to ferry a stinky man.

"Summer flowers are flourishing, I only cross you."

The girl raised her head and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect Mr. to be so unscrupulous. Ning Jun is a fake slut, Mr. is really romantic."

As time passed, Ning Ye mixed the oil with her honey, the girl came to the barracks for three days, and after one night, she coiled her hair.

The wooden hairpin Yuanyang made for her was used.

In times of war, there can never be long-term stability.

Yuan Yang used a wooden map to calculate the ambush site of the previous dynasty, which was not far from where they were stationed. If they didn't act first, there would be endless troubles.

In the past, there were militiamen like wolves and tigers, and in the future, there were remnants of the former dynasty who had evil intentions. In order to avoid the tricks of attacking the west, they could only draw a few people to kill the grass and roots.

This game is very important, because it is the general trend of the three forces, and the girls take the initiative to volunteer.

"No one is more suitable than me!"

A woman marches for the army, not for fame or profit, and not honored for defeating the enemy and committing danger.

Before leaving, she bid farewell to Ning Ye, holding the puppet in her hand

"I would like to fight on the battlefield for you, spreading red to the world. After the matter is done, I also hope that you will give up killing, paint for me, and add red makeup to me."

She turned to Yuan Yang who looked worried again.

"Please also at that time, sir, don't hesitate to give me another woodcarving."

The sound of horseshoes gradually faded away, and the sound of Qiang flute bursts.

The man from Yuanyang sat in the tent, but his heart was so uneasy that he woke up from a dream in the middle of the night, and his whole body broke out in a cold sweat.

No matter how heroic a woman is, she is still a woman. Going like this is not just like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

"She is a woman, with a few..."

I don't know how Ning Ye is willing to do so.

He hurriedly put on his robe and boots, followed the pattern in his mind, and rode a horse at night.

In the wild, more than a dozen people dressed in black quietly approached the woods under the leadership of the girl.

The wind is blowing and the grass is stirring, and the night birds are singing loudly, the sound is desolate.

There is a faint fire in the woods. Although it is very hidden, it still reveals two or three lights.

The female girl breathed a sigh of relief, the position that the husband said was indeed correct.

But they couldn't help frowning. At a glance, there were more than a hundred people, not to mention that there were so many ambushes deep in the woods, which far exceeded their original expectations.

This time, I'm afraid I won't be able to wipe it out.

She moved forward cautiously, and made several gestures to the soldiers behind her.

Kill as many as you can, and try to eliminate the high-ranking ones.

The soldiers scattered around, and the light armor crawled forward. For a while, the grass was rustling, and it was hard to tell whether it was the wind or people.

She sniffed the wind, and for some reason, there was a strange smell, which made people feel uneasy.

She took out the long sword from her bosom, and was about to get up, when suddenly the sky and the earth shook, and there was a huge rumbling sound behind her, and the flames dispersed.

In an instant, the sky was dim and the earth was dark.

Yuan Yang rode on the horse, speeding up even more, his whole body was drenched with restless sweat.

Just before he left, he asked the soldiers in the warehouse, and sure enough, the batch of gun|powder disappeared.

What the hell is Ning Ye thinking!

The road was bumpy, and the wind whistled past his ears, Yuan Yang's heart was about to pop out of his chest.

It's almost there.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the ground shook violently, and the steed Yuan Yang was riding was frightened, and ran straight back, crazily out of control.

Yuan Yang rolled to the ground, he knew what was that heavy sound hitting his abdomen.

That is the sound of gun|powder explosion.

Screams burst out from the place where the smoke rose, Yuan Yang turned around and ran towards the smoke as if being hit by a stick.

Huge pits appeared in the woods, the rocks collapsed, and black sewage flowed out from the collapsed places.There are some strange things sticky on the ground. Those things are human bodies that have lost their prototypes, and they are flesh and blood.Mutilated corpses and torsos without limbs were scattered all around, stained with blood.

In the gunpowder smoke that has not dissipated, blood flows like a snake, and the pungent smell hits the face.

When Yuan Yang ran to the depths, a broken branch-like object broke into his line of sight, curled up unnaturally, reflected by the moonlight.

It was an arm, an arm with red nails.

There were groans all around, and he found the girl.

Yuan Yang's eyes widened in despair.

An inhuman woman was crawling on the ground, but something soft and wet was slowly falling from her stomach, which was the protruding intestines.

"gentlemen."

Yuan Yang's lips trembled, and with trembling hands, he picked up the inhuman girl, and the battle armor fell to the ground. The man's breath was light, as if he was muttering something.

He leaned closer to listen.

"Sir....I dreamed that Ning Jun painted for me. In the painting, I...smile like a peach blossom, and I am beautiful in a blink of an eye."

"Okay, that's great." Yuan Yang covered her eyes with trembling hands.

The arms dropped, and the blood-stained puppet fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.

The horn sounded from a distance, surrounded by the sad Qiang flute.

After Yuan Yang returned to the barracks, he searched for Ning Ye like crazy.

"I know what you're going to ask me."

Ning Ye's eyes reflected the lights, leaning against the railing, "I put the gunpowder, so what?"

Yuan Yang lowered his eyes and laughed loudly, smiling, two lines of warmth suddenly flowed from his eyes.

"No, it's just that the ways are different, and we don't want to conspire with each other. The poor monk will leave first."

"I still hope that in the future, don't want to see you again."

He trembled with his bloody hands and never looked back.

The memories came to an abrupt end, and Yuan Yang was about to return to reality.He picked up the unconscious Hengning Xianjun on the chair, glanced at the female fairy lying on the ground, and sighed.

"The flowers are not the flowers of the past, the moon is not the moon of the past, but the little prince still has such a temperament."

He silently recited the formula in his heart.

A white light flashed in front of Ning Ye, he stretched out his hand, but the person in front of him disappeared.

The sword in his belly became more and more blunt.

"Xianjun, you are okay, do you want to call someone?" Xiantong ran to his side, looking at Ning Ye's blood-stained brocade robe, he was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

"missed."

"What's missing?"

Xiantong was confused, but opened his eyes wide as he watched Ning Ye pull out the bronze sword from his body, his brows and eyes were indifferent and calm, as if he didn't feel any pain.

"Mr. is a great craftsman, but unfortunately I am a rotten wood that cannot be carved. I did not win his favor and missed it."

The bronze sword fell to the ground with a dull sound.