Huo Linfeng ate green vegetables and tofu for a long time, and Du Zheng occasionally set up a table of cooking gold and jade, which made him very uncomfortable.
Pork elbow with spicy sauce, deep plums and floating melons to relieve depression, candied lotus root, whitebait and goose feet... seven or eight dishes in total. Du Zheng poured the wine, and said joyfully, "Master, eat quickly, this meal is invited by the shopkeeper."
Huo Linfeng was already gnawing on the goose: "The shopkeeper?"
"Yes." Du Zheng pouted towards the door, "Smart!"
Seeing that Huo Linfeng's entry into the Uncommon Palace was a certainty, the shopkeeper naturally didn't dare to offend him. Not only did he not dare to offend, but he also served him wholeheartedly to make a good face.
The goose palm was delicious, and Huo Linfeng ate the sauced elbow after eating it, but he only chewed it with thin lips and bright teeth. His sharp eyes were dimmed, and he opened them lazily. His whole body was arrogant and retreated, and there was a tired and exhausted temperament.
Having just experienced a fierce fight, he completely relaxed and fled into the void like this. Du Zheng chanted "The Heaven is Lingling, the Earth is Lingling", and reminded: "Master, dip some spicy peppers."
Huo Linfeng obediently dipped in the hot pepper, even if he dipped too much, he didn't respond much. Du Zheng came over and squeezed his shoulders with rough hands, trying to knead the scattered souls together. After a long time, a plate of elbow meat was almost finished, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
After a while, Du Zheng waited even harder, leaning forward to take a look, he seemed to be still a little dazed. He picked up a juicy green peach from the porcelain basin, drained it and handed it over: "Master, relieve your tiredness, what are you thinking about?"
Huo Linfeng caught it, and Wulan said, "Rong Luoyun." After biting it down, the soreness was so sour that even the cold dead would be soured. He threw the peach away and hurriedly took a piece of sweet lotus root.
Du Zheng asked: "Master, what do you want Rong Luoyun to do?"
The bandit leader naturally had nothing to think about, Huo Linfeng just wondered, why didn't Rong Luoyun return the veil? It's been two days, and the words have been said, why have you kept silent? Could it be that Rong Luoyun didn't pick it up at all
Du Zheng said: "Maybe he likes it and kept it."
Huo Linfeng snorted coldly, Rong Luoyun could rape first and then kill, and he might take as many boudoir handkerchiefs as he could. What's more, my sister is the courtesan of the brothel, I am afraid that the skirt girls have enough aprons.
Forget it, the ginkgo gray pagoda was originally an accidental gain, and losing it may be doomed. He sipped another bowl of fish soup, making this delicious and rich meal satisfying, and took his sword to the window to wipe away the blood stains from the past two days.
The deer neck skin was in the small bundle, Huo Linfeng rummaged through it, and found five or six embroidered handkerchiefs. Thanks to his talking for a long time, there are many hidden here.
Du Zheng was startled when he saw this, he called Lazi sting red, and his face became even redder. Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, he swooped over and snatched them away, covering his chest, not daring to look at Huo Linfeng's face. Huo Linfeng hugged his elbows, deliberately sarcastic: "Did you embroider it?"
Du Zheng's seven orifices smoked: "I, how could I." He was so ashamed that he couldn't stand upright, as if he was stepping on a pot of hot coals, "Yes, it was given to me by Meizi..."
The maidservants and servants huddled together under the window to gossip, laughing as if there was no one else around. Huo Linfeng still remembered this scene, and he just joked about it, because he even gave away a lot of tokens. He thought, how rare it is for one hard-working life to find another, and to be able to relieve some of the hardships in the world when getting along.
It's a pity that the return date is slim, which is gratifying and even more regrettable. He annoyed: "If you had to follow me back then, the loss outweighed the gain."
Du Zheng shook his head vigorously: "It's important to serve the young master." He hugged the few handkerchiefs and smiled foolishly, "Give me the ones that are badly embroidered on plums, and I'm reluctant to give them the ones that are well embroidered."
He came up to Huo Linfeng, coaxing a baby: "Master, don't worry about that gray handkerchief, just choose one."
Huo Linfeng avoided his youngest daughter's attitude, it was still light gray, with the word "Du" crookedly embroidered on the handkerchief. He took care of it properly, wiped the Cassia Sword clean and went to bed early.
The next day, Huo Linfeng went to the Uncommon Palace alone, and met Ruan Ni and Zou Lin outside the palace. All three of them are winners, but the "first-class disciple" is still unknown, and each of them is weighing in their hearts.
Nearly two hours later, there was a series of footsteps inside, and the heavy palace gate was slowly opened.
The disciple who held the key to open the door welcomed them in, Zou Lin and Ruan Ni were in front, and Huo Linfeng was behind. He pressed his steps, and when he was about to step through the door, he couldn't help turning his head, looking at the blue sky and water.
The door behind him was slowly closed, and the first inner door in front was tightly closed, leaving only the three of them standing in the middle.
Huo Linfeng raised the end of his eyes lightly to look at the high wall, but before he could catch his eyes, there was wind in his ears. Diao Yuliang descended from the sky, the little man held a long spear, the tip of the spear swept across Lian Zong Si He, killing the three of them by surprise.
On the high wall, Lu Zhun was dressed in a neat bunt, with all his hair tied up, and he held two machetes in his arms. He bowed his head to see the clue, and immediately scolded: "Fourth brother! Why don't you beat Eucommia!"
Without him, he would be willing to bend his waist for snowflake silver... Diao Yuliang was ashamed, and no longer dared to be biased, gnashing his teeth and wasting hundreds of moves. After half a stick of incense, Diao Yuliang put the gun away: "Remember to mend your clothes after breaking through the three gates."
Ruan Ni's white clothes and Zou Lin's black robe were all torn several times. Huo Linfeng looked at himself and found that his arm had been hit. Diao Yuliang opened the first sub-door, and at the same time, Lu Zhun jumped off the wall and landed inside the door.
He smiled like a spring breeze, and carried the old saying: "I will drive this road, and I will save money to buy roads."
The falling of the sound, the spinning of the body, and the movement of the knife were as fast as an instant. Huo Linfeng had seen it before. Ruan Ni was the first to meet him, the silver hook faced the scimitar, and the two handsome young men fought.
Lu Zhun's heart was fluttering, four levels, if he wins, it will not be conducive to the opponent's advantage, if he releases the water, the second brother will definitely blame him for favoritism... It's so complicated. But in the end it was still the second elder brother who was more important, and he cut Ruan Ni's left shoulder with a machete.
Huo Linfeng couldn't wait any longer. He hid in the trees and didn't fight that day, so now he is trying to settle accounts for the twenty guards. He jumped forward, the sword was out of its sheath, he poured out 50% of his internal strength but used 100% of his strength.
The moment his shoulders and heels collided, Lu Zhun groaned in pain, and made a quick move to break away with all his might. Huo Linfeng punched to the flesh, and turned the invisible void into a sharp palm, knocking Lu Zhun ten steps away.
Lu Zhun was gasping for breath, and looked at Huo Linfeng in disbelief.
Huo Linfeng put his hands behind his back, pretending to be ashamed: "I have lost my sense of proportion, the palace master forgives me."
He went straight to open the second sub-door, which was closed with a narrow gap in the middle. From narrow to wide, the figure of Yuli in the distance is revealed, holding a sword and holding his hand behind his back, lingering in tranquility and elegance.
Rong Luoyun's eyelids were very thin, and he blinked a little bit nimbly between raising and lowering, and then glanced, as if flowing through a cool stream. "Ruan Lang is still bleeding, does it matter?" He asked.
The same "Ruan Lang", Rong Luoyun called out but no intimacy, very cold, very calm.
Ruan Ni's face was dull, without saying much, he stepped forward to learn. Rong Luoyun didn't really feel sorry for others, so he immediately drew his sword. If Lu Zhun was only fast, then he was fast with hatred.
Huo Linfeng observed quietly, Rong Luoyun had a murderous aura. No matter who you are fighting against, you have the urge to swear your life, and fighting against anyone is like avenging blood.
Ruan Ni was weak, and Zou Lin took over. Rong Luoyun paused for a moment, his eyebrows and eyes were originally cold, but at this moment he was filled with arrogance: "Don't waste time with me, there is still one waiting."
Huo Linfeng watched the battle from the sidelines, and before he could react, Rong Luoyun's eyes were already on him... as if he was waiting. "Well," he explained, "I'm in no hurry."
Rong Luoyun shook his sleeves to make a move, looked back and said, "I'm in a hurry."
Huo Linfeng was slightly startled, it seemed that Rong Luoyun was going to try his sword skills. At this time, Zou Lin swung the whip, and the whip body trembled slightly under the envelope of true energy. Huo Linfeng was startled by the strange steps of advancing and retreating, and the fantastic posture of coming and going.
The drunken snake drank ice, its long whip wrapped around Rong Luoyun's long sword, and spread all the way to his forearm. Rong Luoyun was like a frightened lynx, suddenly angry, he grabbed the long whip. The whip was covered with hooks and thorns, it was like grabbing the blade with bare hands, curled up, stretched, the palm was cut from the tiger's mouth and oozing blood, dripping to the ground.
Zou Lin still used his tricks, retreating steadily, almost being beaten back to the previous door.
Without stopping, Rong Luoyun pointed his sword at Huo Linfeng: "Eucommia?"
Huo Linfeng replied: "Yes."
Rong Luoyun raised his chin lightly: "Draw out the sword."
With a swipe, Huo Linfeng pulled out his Jusia sword. The fierce battles in the past two days were really boring, and now they are worthy of being called Zhengfeng. The two swords came out together, and the two of them were fighting like two dragons, roaming freely in this world. There is no gimmicks, where the tricks are implemented, the sword is directed at the gate of life.
Rong Luoyun flickered and brushed against Huo Linfeng's heart, causing his breath to stop. Pausing for a while, turning his face sideways, he couldn't wait to provoke: "What's the name of your unique move that thunder made the ground fire?"
— called Dingbei Jingfeng.
Huo Linfeng couldn't say anything, instead of answering, he asked: "Is the palace master going to try?"
Rong Luoyun turned around and stabbed: "I've been waiting for you all night!" The sword intent piercing the clouds is the ultimate move of the cloud-splitting swordsmanship.
Huo Linfeng faced each other head-on, the two powerful internal forces were like fire and water, the golden stars flashed silvery and white, and the loud sound of bricks and stones bursting in his ears. The gunpowder smoke filled the air, it really was thunder from the sky stirring the fire from the ground, the swordsmanship of the two had the same effect.
Huo Linfeng and Rong Luoyun confronted each other with swords, both physically and mentally shocked. However, surrounded by rocks and splashes, Huo Linfeng lowered his eyes distractedly, staring at Rong Luoyun's bloody right hand.
After the sword energy dissipated, Rong Luoyun stepped back a little, and Huo Linfeng looked at him, seeming to see a faint, imperceptible appreciation.
The three sub-doors are all open, and the last one is left.
Duan Huaike didn't hold a weapon, and put the jade pot on his waist, and said: "You three can come together."
According to the storyteller, within seven steps, the heart is broken, and Huo Linfeng also explores its deep inner strength. The three of them approached Duan Huaike, surrounded, and felt a strong wind blowing against their faces as they walked, as sharp as a knife.
Zou Lin and Ruan Ni were injured at first, and the drunken snake drinking ice who couldn't distinguish between reality and reality was strangled, leaving only "emptiness" blindly, and the pair of silver hooks relieved their strength, and it might be difficult to pierce a carp. The trick was useless, and the two fell back and vomited a big mouthful of blood.
With pure internal strength, his robe bulged, and the veil in Huo Linfeng's lapel was shaken out. After an addiction, he understands the truth of hiding the front and covering the light, so he loses his heart and admits defeat at the critical moment.
The four palace masters showed up together, and in the depths, the disciples of the whole palace rushed in, and everyone returned to their seats.
Duan Huaike announced: "Eucommia, Ruan Ni, and Zou Lin will join the Extraordinary Palace from today." Shan looked at Huo Linfeng and smiled, "Eucommia will take over Xu Zheng's vacancy, first-class disciple."
After closing the gongs and drums, Huo Linfeng suddenly realized whether this move was right or wrong. He didn't hear a word of the next word, and he stood in a daze until the end of the game.
Everyone walked in, but Rong Luoyun took a few steps to the left and picked up the handkerchief on the ground. He turned around and said, "Du Zhong, you dropped your veil again."
Huo Linfeng came back to his senses, walked in front of the other party, stretched out his hand to catch it but couldn't help but stop. Rong Luoyun's palm was bleeding, and the veil was stained and mottled.
He moved his lips, took the handkerchief and folded it twice, and when Rong Luoyun withdrew his hand, he wrapped it lightly. The blood rubbed against his hand, it was warm and sticky, and it was hard to get entangled. Only then did he speak out: "Let's bandage the Palace Mistress."
Wrap it up and tie a knot, he is like pushing the boat along the way.
Rong Luoyun twitched his fingers, and Xiaojie twitched the corner of his handkerchief.
He couldn't help curling up... The corner of the handkerchief swayed.