Huo Linfeng laughed lowly for a moment, and couldn't help it. There is nothing wrong with the scimitar, after all, it is a pair of serious scimitars, but the sour word "jade face" is added in front of it, which is really too boastful.
In addition, "Little God of Wealth" is quite intriguing, why? Can the wealthy party fail
It wasn't until the end of the string of names that the mother's name came out. He thought to himself, are all the people in the world so bluffing? Like his son from the Huo family, the two armies face each other to fight, and he can deter the barbarians by signing up his surname, so he doesn't need the iron-faced cold sword Huo Jinghai or the handsome-faced sword Huo Linfeng.
He laughed to himself, locked his breath with his dantian, and watched the battle leisurely in the foliage.
Under the tree, Lu Zhun suddenly raised his hands after showing off, and placed a pair of machetes on his left and right shoulders. It was a bit funny, but also showed a bit of inconspicuous banditry. "Hey! The carriage is so imposing." He smiled sweetly, and jumped up and down, "I think the money is so soft and soft, so I really want to open my eyes."
The leader of Xiaowei shouted: "This is a team of officers and soldiers from Chang'an. We are the Xiaowei army of the imperial court. How can we allow you to be presumptuous!" The scattered nineteen people quickly gathered and lined up, ready to fight again.
Lu Zhun sneered, "I'm not blind, so I can't see your official clothes and boots?" After speaking, he took three steps, and was only an arm's length away from the guards, "Listen, what about the guards from Chang'an?" ? Even if the heavenly soldiers and generals descended to the mortal world, they would have to make an offering to my little God of Wealth. I will grow and plant this road and tree, and there is no reason to go in vain."
Before the words came to fruition, Lu Zhun had already swung his scimitar, and the guards were a little panicked. Huo Linfeng was looking at Lu Zhun carefully, but now he squinted his bright eyes to look at the soldiers, feeling contemptuous.
Formation is nothing more than the way of offense and defense, a good formation can break fine cavalry, and can also defend thousands of troops. Right now, the formation of Xiaowei has no hinges, and stability is hard to find. It is absolutely inferior. Huo Linfeng thought contemptuously, if all the soldiers in the court were of such high quality, it was no wonder that the emperor feared him.
The green leaves are scattered, and Lu Zhun mixes them with a blue color, and the scimitar is so fast that an arc of light and shadow appears. The formation was broken, and the guards were on the verge of collapse. With a bang, the dark bean-green official uniform was cut off at the waist, and the white stickers were soaked into red stickers. Hold it in your mouth.
This move was fierce, and Lu Zhun really liked it, seven or eight people were dismembered in one turn.
Huo Linfeng was still watching quietly, and suddenly, a sparrow fell from a side branch, with gray lupine eyes and a caterpillar in its mouth. But he was busy, looking down at the wind and grass of the soldiers and bandits, turning his face to watch the gray sparrows eating insects, and so on, there were only three guards left.
"Good luck to the three of you." Lu Zhun's lake-blue robe was splattered with blood, like red plum blossoms, "I, take a breath, this is the time for you to think about your last words."
Xiaowei looked at each other in blank dismay, his chances of winning were slim, and finally remembered in desperation...
Seeing this, Huo Linfeng pinched the bird's belly and let go. The gray sparrow screamed in alarm, and rushed out of the canopy like a tree. The "General Huo" who was about to exit was interrupted by the throat, just as Lu Zhun was exhausted of patience, the scimitar was raised again.
Turning their heels, the necks of the two Xiaowei's necks were iced and then hot, a red line appeared faintly, and a few drops of blood seeped through. Lu Zhun lowered his eyebrows and smiled shyly, with the knife under his armpit, he snapped his fingers, and immediately, blood gushed from the necks of the two guards, and they lost their vitality.
The last person was startled and looked up: "Help, Huo—"
Lu Zhun raised the knife in his hand and said with satisfaction, "Hey, they're all dead."
The twenty guards are still in this world, but they have left this world.
Lu Zhun put away his knife, crossed it behind his waist, and boarded the carriage to search for valuable gold and silver. "Ah, as expected from Chang'an." He took out a brocade cloth, gathered all the goodies, and stuffed them in his bosom.
Before leaving, a bush rustled in the distance and called him out.
Huo Linfeng followed, and in the distance, Du Zheng hid behind him, trembling with horror. This idiot! He cursed secretly, but was ready to fly to save his life. Unexpectedly, the little God of Wealth said cheerfully: "My lord, don't panic, I'm tired! I'll let you go now, and I will take up the post in the future. See you again!" After saying that, he walked away.
As the forest became quieter, Du Zheng crawled out with his body covered in water sacs, curled up next to the shaft of the car as if he was pissing off. "Master, master..." He drooped his eyes and looked around with difficulty, "Master, where are you..."
Huo Linfeng jumped down, extremely thirsty, picked out the cowhide pouch and drank a few mouthfuls, wiped off the water droplets from the edge of his jaw, and ordered: "Look at how many coils are left."
Du Zheng checked and found that there was nothing left, and he wanted to cry but had no tears. Suddenly turning sorrow into joy, he hurriedly got under the car and took out the hidden official seals and documents. The most important thing is that the property is not lost, and it doesn't matter if you don't have to pay for it when you go to Xiganling to enter the mansion to receive troops!
Huo Linfeng didn't comment, he pulled out a soft inner garment from the bag, soaked it in water, and stuffed it to Du Zheng: "Clean their faces."
Du Zheng was stunned: "These guards?"
Huo Linfeng gave a soft "um", drew out his Cassia sword, cut off a piece of weeds, and pulled up his sleeves to dig the soil himself. Twenty guards, he can't be saved, the court suspects him to be jealous of him, he will definitely not use this team of troops, but, in the end, it is fate, I wish to go to the earth for peace and reincarnation.
Du Zheng squatted in the dead room, did not drink the water he made up, and used it all to cleanse his face. He glanced secretly, and the master pursed his lips and tried to dig the soil, not happy. "Young master, I know." He muttered in a low voice, "It's the same as massacring a city. In a small place, each individual's life is unjustly died. In a big place, it's for the long-term plan and forced by the current situation."
The year he was rescued, the Turks slaughtered the entire village, leaving only some young people to be taken back into slavery. Life is said to be the most precious, but sometimes, it is actually worthless than nothing.
Huo Linfeng asked someone to poke his mind, and said annoyedly: "You're so talkative, let's do your job."
After the pit was dug, the twenty guards were buried one by one, and a branch was wedged on the mound. The master and servant left their carriages and continued on their way, only riding on horseback. Du Zheng was suddenly curious: "Master, the little God of Wealth helped you get rid of Xiaowei, but why didn't you show up later?"
Huo Linfeng said: "I haven't arrived in Xiganling, but he knows that he is the new official." It shows that Lu Zhun lives in Xiganling and is well-informed, but he is not familiar with the place where he was born, so how can he make a hasty appearance
There is a saying in the book of war: Know yourself and know your enemy.
Huo Linfeng took the reins and saw the ancient brick and tiles of the city gate of Xiganling from afar. He has been fighting for several years, and this time he should cultivate himself and cultivate his character. First, let's explore the true face of this "river and lake".
— into the city.
In the Lengsang Mountains, the scenery and phenology are all charming, and in the Xigan Mountains, there is another world of oil, salt and fireworks. The bluestone slabs are moist, and it looks cold, and children who hang down in twos or two stand there to play, and then they get warm. The long river flows by, the ebony boat is cold and the water is rippling, and the women on the bank are talking and laughing, and the old man who is rowing the oar is listening to it and laughing.
All the piles and piles in the city could be seen, Huo Linfeng walked around and watched Lin Lang's trivial matters, without making a sound, seeing Du Zheng already had a naive expression on his face. "Young master, hehe." Du Zheng laughed foolishly, "I thought it was a poor country, but I didn't expect it to be so prosperous."
But it's not that the buildings are successively connected, the vast mansions are thin, and they pass by an inn, and the two of them simply settled down first.
Penniless, but boldly opened an upper room with carved windows, brocade quilt pillows, and two thick red new waxes beside the mirror stand. Huo Linfeng undressed and walked around behind the screen: "Idiot, get me some water to bathe."
After trekking for more than a thousand miles, the distance to Saibei is even more out of reach. Soak in hot water to wash away the dust along the way. Huo Linfeng leaned against the edge of the bucket, covered his face with a towel, and fell asleep comfortably.
The next day, he wore plain and simple clothes, boots, and no sword, and took to the street waving a landscape fan. The long street is noisy and full of people of different shapes and colors. When you reach the end of the street and walk slowly in the back alleys, you will come across some secret gambling houses.
Huo Linfeng finally arrived in the south of the city, where the military camp hung a flag, and the flag cloth was covered with black putty. In the barracks, there was no one to remove the wild vegetation, the weapon racks were crooked, and there was no soldier or soldier practicing in the clear sky and broad daylight.
Laughter and cursing sounded in my ears, and I saw from a distance that the gambling game in the tent was in full swing, and the soldiers shouting "open big, open small".
He was so angry that he was even aroused to kill. He only thought that the bullies in the world were hard to get rid of, so what can be done with this group of gangsters? ! He left angrily, before leaving, swiped open the fan, and luckily flew out with a wave of his wrist.
A person in the tent screamed, his arm was ripped apart, the gambling table and the dice cup were split open, and the two dice were covered with a broken bamboo fan. Everyone rushed out in a panic, except that the surrounding area was empty, and there was an occasional breeze.
The windy General Huo walked far away, facing east, thinking about how to deal with his men in the future. Unknowingly, he went seven or eight miles away, stopped and looked ahead, and faintly saw a gray stone wall built under Lengsang Mountain.
Covered by dense trees, the imprints of horseshoes on the road ahead form a small ditch. But the door is huge, with black iron and copper nails, and a sense of austerity. On the top, there are three characters written heavily - extraordinary palace.
Huo Linfeng watched it from a distance for a while, and then left quietly. He wondered, could this be the lair of the "Jianghu bully"? Now that he has entered the grass marsh, he will do thirteen of the thirty-six strategies, and he will ask for it again, and don't startle the snake by hitting the grass.
General Huo Sushan paid a private visit to Xiganling, and when he returned to the inn, he carried the evening mist on his back. Sheng Guang's eyebrows and lightly raised ponytail have temporarily faded from the sharpness of a military general and become softer, just like a son who is idle and never comes home.
After eating and changing clothes, Huo Linfeng lay on the small couch in his robe. The night was heavy and the wind was blowing, and the corners of the book in his hand were lifted. He gently smoothed it down, like a baby in his heart, and looked down at the face. The title of the book "Nie Jing" is powerful, but the author "Tang Zhen" is restrained.
This secretary's technique of breaking the formation is exquisite and exquisite. Huo Zhao has read this book for many years and is always moved. Before parting, Huo Zhao handed the book to Huo Linfeng, thinking sadly, if Huo Linfeng missed the battlefield in this life, this "Nie Jing" would be a piece of comfort.
The pages of the book were turned, and the little jasmine note was lying quietly. Huo Linfeng picked it up, moved his lips slightly, and read the small words on the note. On a rainy night, for Xiao'er, he covered the back of his head with his fingertips, and when he let go, he saw only a little blood dripping away.
Seventeen years later, the drop of blood turned from red to black, and the name after "Xiao'er" was painted on it.
Huo Linfeng couldn't help but think, Tang Zhen's little child should have gone through reincarnation. There are many grievances and grievances, and he will not be able to clean up his murderous crimes, and he will be sent to hell after death...
You might as well enshrine Yinde, and may the child come back to life in peace and happiness.