Huo Linfeng suddenly laughed softly, unable to help himself. There is nothing wrong with the machete. After all, it is a pair of serious machetes, but the sour word "jade face" is added in front of it, which is really bragging.

In addition, "Little God of Wealth" is quite intriguing, why? Can the rich party fail?

Until the end of the series of names, is the name after the birth of the mother, he secretly thought, are all Jianghu people so bluffing? Like the man of the Huo family, the two armies fought against each other, and since he signed up his surname, he could deter the barbarians.

He sneered at himself, locked his voice with his dantian, and watched the battle leisurely in the middle of the leaves.

Under the tree, Lu Zhun raised his hand sharply after his appearance and put a pair of machetes on his left and right shoulders. "Hoo! The carriage is so tight." He smiled sweetly, and his mallards jumped for joy. "I think the silver tael is soft and not old, I really want to open my eyes."

The head 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 you be arrogant!" The nineteen people who were scattered quickly gathered and formed a line, ready to fight again.

Lu Zhun sneered: "I'm not blind, can't see your official clothes and boots?" After that, he took three steps, only an arm's length away from Xiaowei, "Listen, what about the Xiaowei army from Chang'an? Even if the soldiers of the heavens descend to the world, they have to give me a small offering to the God of Wealth. I will plant this tree on this road, and there is no reason to leave it in vain."

Before the words were settled, Lu Zhun had already waved his machete, and all the Xiaowei were a little panicked. Huo Linfeng scrutinized Lu Zhun, and now he squinted his eyes to look at the soldiers, and suddenly felt contemptuous.

The formation is nothing but the way of offense and defense. A good formation can break the elite cavalry, and can also control a thousand troops. Right now, this Xiaowei's formation has no pivot, and it is hard to find stability. It is absolutely inferior. Huo Linfeng thought contemptuously, if all the soldiers in the court were of such quality, it is no wonder that the emperor was afraid of him.

The green leaves were blooming, and Lu Zhun mixed them with a green color, and the machete quickly showed arc-shaped light and shadow. The formation was broken, and the Xiaowei army was on the verge of collapse. With a swoosh, Shendouqing's official uniform was cut off at the waist, and the white stickers were soaked into red stickers. This Xiaowei called Lu Zhun to cut his abdomen with a machete. hold in your mouth.

This move was fierce, and Lu Zhunsha liked it. Seven or eight people were cut off in one turn.

Huo Linfeng was still watching, and suddenly, a sparrow fell from a side branch, with a gray-feather bean eye and a green worm in its mouth. But he was busy, looking down at the soldiers and bandits, and turning his face to see the grey sparrows eating insects.

"It's a good life for the three of you." Lu Zhun's lake blue robe was splattered with blood, as if a little red plum blossomed. "Me, take a breath, this time will make you think about your last words."

Xiaowei looked at each other in dismay, with little chance of winning, and finally remembered in a hurry...

Seeing this, Huo Linfeng squeezed the bird's belly and let go. The "General Huo" who was about to exit was interrupted in the throat, just as Lu Zhunquan was patient, the machete rose again.

Rotating their heels, Xiaowei and the two had ice on their necks, and then they became hot again. A red line faintly appeared, penetrating a few drops of blood. Lu Zhun lowered his brows and smiled shyly, with the knife under his arm, Teng snapped his fingers, and immediately, the two Xiaowei's necks spurted blood and lost their life.

The last person fell scared and looked up: "Help, Huo—"

Lu Zhun picked up the knife and dropped it, saying with satisfaction, "Hey, it's all dead."

Twenty Xiaowei are still in this world, but they have also left this world.

Lu Zhun put away his knives, pinned them staggered behind his waist, and got on the carriage to search for the precious gold and silver. "Yeah, as expected from Chang'an." He took out a piece of brocade cloth, gathered up all the goodies, and put them in his arms.

Before leaving, the bushes rustled in the distance and called him.

Huo Linfeng followed, and in the distance, Du Zheng hid behind him, trembling in shock. This nerd! He cursed secretly, but prepared to fly to save his life. Unexpectedly, the little God of Wealth Le Taotao said, "Don't panic, my lord, I'm tired! I'll let you go today, and I'll take up the post in the next day. See you again if you have the chance!" After saying that, he walked away.

The forest became quiet, and Du Zheng climbed out with a water bladder all over his body. "Young, less..." He drooped his eyes and looked around with difficulty, "Master, where are you..."

Huo Linfeng jumped down, extremely thirsty, took out a cowhide sack and took a few mouthfuls, wiped the water droplets from his jaw, and said, "Look at how many coils are left."

Du Zheng checked and found that there was no money left, and he wanted to cry without tears. Suddenly, sadness turned to joy, and he hurriedly got under the car and took out the hidden official seals and official documents. The most important thing is that you haven't lost your belongings, and you can go to Xiganling to enter the palace to receive troops.

Huo Linfeng didn't make a decision, he pulled out a soft tunic from his bag, soaked it in water, and stuffed it into Du Zheng: "Clean up their face."

Du Zheng was stunned: "These Xiaowei?"

Huo Linfeng gave a soft "um", pulled out the Cassia sword, cut off a piece of weeds, and rolled up his sleeves to dig the soil himself. Twenty Xiaowei, he didn't save him, the court suspected that he was jealous of him, and he would never use this team of men, but, in the end, it was life, and I would like to go to the ground for an early reincarnation.

Du Zheng was squatting in the dead world, and he didn't drink the water he made up, so he used it all to clean his face. He secretly glanced at it, and the master pursed his lips and worked hard to dig the soil, not happy. "Young master, I know." He muttered in a low voice, "It's the same as the massacre of the city. In the small, one life, one death is wronged. In the big, it is for the long-term and forced by the current situation."

In the year he was rescued, the Turks slaughtered the entire village, leaving only a few young people captive and enslaved. Life is the most precious, but sometimes, it is actually more contemptible than grass.

Huo Linfeng made people think, and said annoyed: "You talk too much, do your job."

After the pit was dug, the twenty guards buried them one by one, and wedged a branch on the mound. The two master and servant left the carriage and continued on their way, only on horseback. Du Zheng suddenly became curious: "Master, the little God of Wealth will help you get rid of Xiao Wei, but why don't you show up later?"

Huo Linfeng said: "I haven't arrived in Xiganling yet, but he knows that he is a new official." It shows that Lu Zhun lives in Xiganling and is well-informed, but he is not familiar with the place, so how can he make a hasty appearance?

The military book has a cloud: Know yourself and know your enemy.

Huo Linfeng held the reins and saw the city gate of Xiganling from a distance, with simple bricks and tiles. He has fought for several years, and this time it is time to cultivate his self-cultivation. Let's explore the truth of this "Jianghu".

- Enter the city.

In the Lengsang Mountains, the scenery and phenology are all charming, and in the Xiganling Mountains, there is a world of oil and salt fireworks. The blue slate is moist, and it looks cold, and the little children standing there playing in twos and threes will warm up. The long river was flowing, the ebony boat was rippling and the water was rippling, and a few women on the shore were washing their clothes and laughing.

In the city, all the piles fell into his eyes, and Huo Linfeng walked around and watched the trivial things without making a sound. He saw Du Zheng's face was already naive. "Young master, hehe." Du Zheng laughed stupidly, "I thought it was poor and bad, but I didn't realize it, it's so prosperous."

No, even after the building, the mansion was narrow, and they passed through an inn, and the two simply settled down first.

Penniless, but dared to open an upper room, with carved windows, quilts and pillows, and two thick red new waxes beside the mirror. Huo Linfeng took off his clothes and went around behind the screen: "Idiot, draw water and give me a bath."

After trekking for more than a thousand miles, it is even more distant from Saibei, soaking in hot water and washing away the dust on this road. Huo Linfeng leaned his back against the edge of the bucket and covered his face with a towel, so he fell asleep comfortably.

The next day, he wore a plain and simple uniform, all boots and no sword, and took to the street with a landscape folding fan. The long street is noisy and people of different shapes and colors. When you reach the end of the street, you can choose a low alley to walk slowly, and encounter three or two secret door casinos.

Huo Linfeng finally arrived in the south of the city, where the military camp was, with a flag hanging and a layer of black putty on the flag cloth. In the barracks, the grass and trees were savage and no one was able to remove them.

The sound of laughter and scolding came into my ears, and I could see from a distance that the gambling game in the account was in full swing, and the soldiers calling the horns were shouting "open big and open small".

He was so angry that he was even provoked to kill. He only said that it was difficult to get rid of bullies in the rivers and lakes. How could he be able to do anything with these wine bags and rice bags? ! He angrily left, and before leaving, he swiped open the folding fan, and luck flew out with a flick of his wrist.

A person in the tent screamed in agony, his arm was ripped apart, the gaming table and the dice cup were split, and the two dice were covered with a broken bamboo fan. Everyone rushed out in a hurry, except that the square was empty, and there was an occasional breeze.

The wind-like General Huo walked away, facing east, thinking about how to rectify his subordinates in the future. Unknowingly, he went seven or eight miles away, stopped to look forward, and faintly saw a high gray stone wall built under Lengsang Mountain.

Covered by dense trees, the virtual and real, the horseshoe prints on the road ahead folded into small ditch. The door is huge, with black iron and copper nails, and a stern atmosphere. On the top, there are three words written in heavy words - the extraordinary palace.

Huo Linfeng watched from a distance for a long time, and left quietly, he wondered, could this be the lair of "Jianghu bullies"? Now that he has entered the grass, he will do thirteen of the thirty-six strategies.

General Huo paid a private visit to Xiganling in plain clothes, and when he returned to the inn, he was carrying the twilight of the horizon. Sheng Guang's brows, fluffy ponytail, temporarily faded the general's sharpness and softness, just like a young master who was idle and never returned home.

After eating and changing clothes, Huo Linfeng was lying on the small couch in a robe. He gently smoothed it out, and looked down at his face like a darling of the heart. The title of the book "Nie Jing" was vigorous, but the author "Tang Zhen" was introverted.

The technique of this secretary's layout is exquisite and exquisite. Huo Zhao has been reading this book for many years, and he is often moved. Before parting, Huo Zhao gave this book to Huo Linfeng, thinking sadly that if Huo Linfeng missed the battlefield in this life, this "Mirror of Sin" would be a relief.

The pages of the book were opened, and the Suxin small note lay quietly, Huo Linfeng picked it up, moved his lips slightly, and read the small words on the note. On the rainy night, for the child, he covered the back of his head with his fingertips, released it, and only saw a faint drop of blood.

Seventeen years later, the drop of blood turned from red to black, and the name after "Children" was painted on.

Huo Linfeng couldn't help thinking that Tang Zhen's little child should have crossed the cycle. The grievances are difficult to calculate, and the killing and evil that left and right about him cannot be eliminated completely, and he will go to hell after death...

Might as well consecrate the yin and virtue, and may that child be born again in peace and happiness.