Top Ten Strange Cases in Jianghu

Chapter 117: If there is no lame, there is no mood

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late autumn.

It was night, Li Fengwu sat on the top of the mountain, looking at the vast plain below.

He bit the willow and squinted his eyes comfortably as a breeze blew.

A bandit stood behind him and whispered: "Yi Liuyan has recruited troops to form a fleet to attack your newly built dock."

"It came very quickly..." Li Fengwu smiled, "I deliberately released the news, and it was less than a month later, but she rushed to recruit people so soon, it seems that she really wants to take my head off."

"Are you still confiscating Zhang Xiaolei as an apprentice?"

"Although he is cheating, he has not yet entered this business. I wondered what he could do, and there was no need to pull him into the water."

"But he got into the water anyway."

"What do you mean?"

The thief said: "Getting the news, Zhang Xiaolei joined Liu Yan's fleet and is coming to take your life."

Li Fengwu spit out the willow and chuckled softly: "It seems that he knows that I deliberately invited Liu Yan."

"Zhang Xiaolei is not stupid, you are only this month, and Liu Yan rushed here. After a little speculation, you will know that you are deliberately leaking the wind..." The bandit sighed, "This kid is very good."

Li Fengwu nodded and said, "It's pretty good."

"Let him cover the coffin for you, what do you think?"

Li Fengwu stood up, he stretched his waist, and said helplessly: "Looking at what you said, it seems that I will die here."

Under the moonlight.

The face of the bandit is clearly visible.

Shao Youlun.

He touched the scum, and murmured: "It feels very happy to occupy the mountain as the king here. I almost forget that he used to be a dart transporter."

"How is Chen Min'er?"

"Fortunately, I also occasionally go back to meet her, Brother Fengwu..." Shao Youlun was silent for a while and sighed, "Stop it, do you have to go this far? Stop it now, it's still too late."

Li Fengwu shook his head. He put his hand on Shao Youlun's shoulder and said with a smile: "I have already intended to be buried under the Yangtze River."

Shao Youlun lowered his head.

He didn't answer this sentence.

Because he knew that Li Fengwu was telling the truth.

People only think that he is the king of the mountains here and opened a wharf for freight.

But people have never thought that such a little business... can it satisfy the deceit

"In the past two years, you have helped me develop power here, and really developed a good bandit gang..." Li Fengwu smiled, "I take it over now, I just think it's easy to use everywhere."

Shao Youlun said: "Brother Fengwu is satisfied. When your dock fleet is built, I can lead a team to help you stop Liu Yan and not let her mistake you for major events."

Li Fengwu waved his hand and said, "No, your favor has been paid off. Go back and accompany Min'er."

Shao Youlun was taken aback: "Brother Fengwu?"

"Didn't you ask you to borrow the money two years ago, and say that you will be repaid when you are in a good mood..." Li Fengwu said, "Taking the interest, here is one thousand taels."

Shao Youlun took two steps back quickly, and he said in surprise: "I don't remember borrowing so much money from you."

Li Fengwu bit the smoke gun, and Shao Youlun hurried forward and took out the fire inch strip.

He took a mouthful of cigarettes, let the smoke go around, and whispered: "Keep it away, Chen Min'er has been waiting for you for a long time, you should also let her enjoy the blessing, she is pregnant now, right?"

"Yes."

There was a smile on Shao Youlun's face: "I have a second child. I gave birth to a daughter last year. I hope to be a fat kid this year."

"Huh? How to say?"

"If I don't have a son, who would I pass on my martial arts? When he grows up, I will be old too. Let him protect his mother and his sister, and the family will be safe and sound."

Li Fengwu nodded and said, "Take these thousand taels and go find a place to buy a house and land, and live this life without worrying about food and clothing. Chen Min'er is a daughter, but she has suffered a lot for you."

"Brother Fengwu likes to rely on friends for help every time he does things. Only when he is in danger, he is always alone to carry it..." Shao Youlun gritted his teeth, "Now you have to do something big, but I can't stay here. Help, but leave with money, what kind of friend?"

Li Fengwu smiled and said: "I am single, and I am easy to come and go, so I won't bring you together. Remember, a man who lives for loyalty in the first 20 years, and his wife and children in the next 30 years. ."

"What's next?"

"You greedy thing, it's already a smoke from your ancestral grave to live to fifty. It's a great blessing. How long do you want to live?"

Shao Youlun is also thinking about it. He nodded and said, "Then I will go to Jiangnan and wait for Brother Fengwu to come back one day, so that the two brothers can get together."

Li Fengwu shook his head and said, "Nanjing can't go."

"Nanjing is the capital of residence, it is bustling and bustling, why can't you go?"

Li Fengwu sighed and said, "Daming will be here soon. If you go to Nanjing, you don't know how many years you will be. Is it possible that you want future generations to be caught in war?"

"Then go to the capital?"

"The capital is corrupt. You can approach it. You can find a place to live in the Sixteenth State of Yanyun."

"Brother Feng Wu is a little worried, I am strong and strong, and I will definitely be prosperous."

"From the corrupt officials of the capital, if you just grab a check, you will have tens of millions of silver in your house..." Li Fengwu sighed, "but I am a soldier and my military expenditure is only a few million silver, but I postponed it year after year and did not want to distribute it in time. If this continues, these hungry and thin armored soldiers will sooner or later surrender without a fight."

Shao Youlun sighed: "A corrupt official can raise a country's soldiers and horses. There are countless corrupt officials in the court, but no one is willing to bear it."

Li Fengwu waved his hand and said, "Don't mention these, you will leave tomorrow. I will handle the rest of the matter by myself."

"Although it is a life of nine deaths this time, if Brother Fengwu succeeds, I am afraid that he will jump out of ten outstanding people and rank first among the three abilities..."

"I don't care about false names."

Shao Youlun didn't mention it after thinking about it.

Under the sky.

Li Fengwu suddenly grabbed Shao Youlun's saber.

In the moonlight, the breeze blew and the vegetation swayed.

The long sword in his hand is sharp, and the foot steps on the seven-star pace, and the shadow of the sword crosses, reflecting the moonlight.

He bent back, lifted a pot of yellow wine with the tip of his sword, and took a sip.

Sword dance.

The long sword pierced out, and he whispered: "Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Goushuang Xueming. The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, and it is like a meteor..."

The moonlight fell on his handsome face. From this place overlooking the Yangtze River, he flicked his sword and continued to mutter: "Kill a person in ten steps, and you will not stay for a thousand miles. If you leave, you will not stay for a thousand miles... Hey, hey, Ouch..."

The long sword was too heavy, and Li Fengwu could not grasp it firmly. The long sword slashed into his left hand. Fortunately, he pulled back in time, and the blade only slightly cut his finger.

Shao Youlun hurriedly came over to put away the long sword, and said angrily: "Brother Fengwu obviously can't use swords, what are you doing?"

Li Fengwu put her finger in her mouth, sucking blood, and muttered in a low voice, "In this situation, it is inevitable that people want to dance a sword."

"If you don't say hello, just take someone else's sword. Doesn't Feng Wu know how to cultivate?"

"Youlun, you speak a bit Zhang Xiaolei."

"Obviously, I don't want to use the sword to dance the sword. Does Brother Fengwu want to show off? Brother Fengwu doesn't have a skinny face?"

"I don't want to talk to you, you really are learning from Zhang Xiaolei! Also, when you say this, your legs must be lame. If you don't feel lame, you will have no artistic conception!" (End of this chapter)