With the release of Beimang's new martial arts evaluation, it was well received by the two dynasties. Immediately, there were many works that followed the trend. The top ten literary heroes in the world, the top ten swordsman heroines, were too many to count. This was not considered too strange. There were also many restaurants that put up one of the top ten famous dishes in the world, and many cloth shops that put up one of the top ten silk fabrics. People didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Beimang had an evaluation of the top ten famous courtesans of the current dynasty. Compared to the elegant and reserved women in the south, they were much more explicit and erotic. The most famous courtesan of Feng Feng Lou in Flying Fox City was famous for her small mouth. It was said that her nimble little tongue could make cherries knot. Her ultimate skill was the beauty playing the jade flute. In addition, there were also some evaluations of the Yin-Yang pot, which made the scholars of the Central Plains feel even more ashamed. As for what they were thinking and whether they coveted the various wonderful uses described in the text, it was unknown. At this time, the beauty's thin lips were sucking on the flute. Hsu Fengnian could not help but let his imagination run wild. Previously, he was full of hostility and had a bit of a grudge against this young herdsman girl. Now that he had calmed down, she was relatively pleasing to the eye. Beautiful women were really a gift from heaven. Not only could they be a feast for the eyes, but they were also pleasing to the eye. However, Hsu Fengnian was picky and harsh. He knew that this kind of poor girl, even if her face and figure were worth 95 wen, would not be able to withstand deductions. For example, if her hands were rough due to years of hard work, one wen would be deducted. If she was herding sheep and riding horses, her buttocks were destined to be soft, one wen would be deducted. If she was not literate and had shallow knowledge, two or three wen would be deducted.
Hsu Fengnian's disdain for those heroines in the past was not without basis. Although their sleeves were fluttering in the wind, they were like fairies descending to the world. Unless they had reached the realm of perfection and were able to grow flesh and bones, their hands would be calloused. If they were to wield weapons, who could guarantee that they would not have scars while practicing martial arts? Later, Li Chungang, who was at the time of the Martial Arts Competition, commented that the girl's feet were really big. It was said that the girl was so angry that she cried. After she lost to Li Chungang in a sword competition, she was unwilling to set foot in the Central Plains again. It was conceivable that it was not easy to become a famous heroine, especially one who was "gifted" and had a full chest. If they fought with others, they would tremble and the onlookers would feast their eyes. Of course, they would think that it was beautiful, but the heroine herself would probably be secretly distressed.
When the young herdsman saw the man who had brushed past her in the canyon for the first time, she was first surprised, then afraid, and finally guilty and happy. Her five fingers clenched the exquisite flute and she did not dare to make a sound. At first, she was afraid that this young hero, who had done a great favor for the whole tribe, would leave without saying goodbye. Seeing him standing not far away with a smile, she was slightly relieved. It was just that her palms were sweating and covered with her beloved flute. She bit her lips and did not dare to make a sound to disturb her benefactor's contemplation. She was not a tribesman and was thrown outside the yurt when she was an infant. She was only left with a token, the Qiang flute, which was engraved with the four words, Yelü Murong. The girl grew up and became more and more beautiful. However, on the grassland, a woman's beauty could not escape. She was just a commodity in Shiti's bag and could be sold or offered as tribute. Her benefactor, Shiti, was only a small aristocrat on the grassland. He had enough to preserve his territory but not enough to expand. When he learned that a beautiful woman who was said to be unparalleled in the world had appeared in his tribe, he hurriedly prepared to gift her to a big Shiti in exchange for a new pastoral land. The small and weak tribe could not bear the humiliation and migrated. Little Shiti, who controlled the life and death of the tribe, was furious and sent cavalry to chase them. This group of herdsmen had to cross the territory and camp. Little Shiti had no choice but to pay the neighboring tribe gold and silver as a toll fee, but he did not dare to tell the truth. He did not expect that a powerful old Shiti would learn the inside story. The old Shiti, who was half a hundred years old, coveted the girl and simply killed more than ten cavalrymen to chase after this fat meat.
The last Shiti was a descendant of the Yelu branch. He was famous for his cruelty in commanding troops and governing people. He did not lust for beauty at all. He directly ordered the killing of this group of illegal herdsmen. Only then did he have the cold-blooded skill of driving sheep into the tiger's mouth. Coincidentally, the Buddhist Saint and the Prince of Beiliang who went to the north to meet inadvertently stirred up the situation. The muddy water became even more muddy, which allowed the herdsmen to linger at death's door and set up camp in this fertile land. A few days ago in the valley, the girl took the initiative to find the tribal leader and said that if the local grassland heroes made things difficult for her again, she was willing to go to the Shiti's camp. The tribal leader was old and had been running all the way. Although he felt sorry for the girl who was like his own granddaughter, he did not refuse. After all, the old man had a hundred lives on his shoulders. If he persisted, not only would he be hunted down as a plaything by the big and small Shiti, the young herdsmen in the tribe would almost rebel.
The herdsmen were poor and could not do the pretentious good deed of leaving food for the rats. She had the kind temperament of sweeping the ground for fear of hurting ants as usual. Although she was lonely and had no one to rely on, she could make the tribe protect her at all costs. Half of it was because of her beauty, and the other half was because they pitied her hard life. It was not a good thing for a woman to be beautiful on the grassland.
Hsu Fengnian was not afraid to judge others with the most malicious intentions. Even if you were the abbot of the Two Zen Temples, Hsu Fengnian had been repeatedly weighing and guessing these days. Where was this good karma? Especially in the valley, the Lion's Roar of Buddhism came late and hundreds of bison died in his hands. Wasn't it indirectly killed by the old monk who claimed to have made a big mistake? Wasn't it just like the apricot-eyed Beimang Taoist who said that monks could not achieve equality for all living things? How should this account be settled? To put it bluntly, it was nothing more than haggling over every ounce with the Heavens. Everything had its gains and losses. The old monk was already in the realm of Buddha, yet Xu Fengnian was using a stupid method to think about the bigger picture. One day, he would inherit the title of Prince of Northern Liang. Did this have anything to do with Northern Mang's destruction of Buddhism and the end of the world? The Two Zen Temples' original intention was to let the little monks of the North and South go to Jinding to debate with Taoism. However, it was dispelled because of the little girl's dream. According to the information gathered by the spies of Beiliang, in that dream, countless armored horses came to Beiliang. Hsu Fengnian was not only curious about the little monk who erected a monument and became a Buddha, he was more concerned about where the armored horses came from! The aftertaste of this dream was too long. Even Li Yishan, who never believed in ghosts and gods, racked his brains and buried himself in the ancient books of Buddhism and Taoism. In the end, he used the Book of Changes to interpret the dream, but the result was still very little.
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