This meal of running water was set from noon to midnight, and the wine and meat were not cut off, and the guests were not cut off. The shopkeeper is like the flower sister in the brothel, who is greeted and sent by the crowd, and other abacuses around her waist have been ringing for a day.

Squeak, Du Zheng brought hot water, and when he closed the door, he said, "Master, everyone from Bufan Palace is back."

Huo Linfeng looked down from the window, and a group of people went out of the street in a mighty manner, all riding on their horses. The first three were Duan Huaike, Lu Zhun, and Diao Yuliang. That Rong Luoyun left early, so arrogant that he didn't even drink a glass of water and wine with the guests.

Walking all the way, Lu Zhun left everyone behind and galloped back to the palace, going through four gates in a row, and the lights on both sides almost blew out the wind he brought. When he arrived at Wumingju, he threw his horse into the hall and found Rong Luoyun in the study.

Rong Luoyun was wearing a middle coat, holding the book and reading it carefully, without raising his eyes, he knew who was so flamboyant. Lu Zhun wiped his sweat and said, "Second brother, why did you leave without eating?" He was a little nervous and didn't dare to get close to the table.

Rong Luoyun said, "The running water seats are very good, so good that there are no seats." There were no empty seats upstairs and downstairs, and even the narrow and hot stairs would collide with people. Thinking about it here, it was inevitable that the person who bumped him would come to mind.

Tall and big, like a wall, not to eat, but to see if he has green face and fangs.

"Second brother?" Lu Zhun called him.

Rong Luoyun returned to his senses, rubbing the scroll with his belly, feeling tired and lazy. "Now that the news has spread, there will be no need to accompany the banquet after that," he said. After all, they recruited their subordinates, so they didn't need to form a group.

Lu Zhun nodded and walked around the table to accompany him, like a puppy that only pleases his master. The other party complimented him a few words, his heart fell back into his stomach, and he returned to the Tibetan Gold Pavilion.

Rong Luoyun lowered his head and read, this volume was difficult and obscure, making it difficult for the child to interrupt it and then resume it. He simply stopped reading, went back to his bedroom, and threw his changed robes on the bed, with the lost and found veil hidden between the layers. He picked it up and smelled it, and the incense of Hengwu turned into the incense of acacia, and the smell of milk became the smell of pomelo leaves.

He slowly recalled that the handkerchief was lost during the night in the morning and evening building, and it was thrown outside the building, indicating that the person happened to pass by that night. Either he emptied his purse and left in disappointment, or he went to the gentle village to find a sweet girl, all because of romance.

It's just that lingering in Fengyuechang will still be short of veils? According to the handsome appearance of that person, I am afraid that even the apron will have to be taken.

Rong Luoyun folded the handkerchief and put it on the pillow, the smell of grapefruit leaves slowly hit the incense burner. Tired, he got up and grabbed a cup of tea, splashing out the curling incense in the stove.

The flowing water seats in the Bufan Palace had been set up for five days, with crowds coming and going, in the south and north of the city, no one knew that the competition was about to start. Even if he is deaf, he will see that the competition stage is set up under Lengsang Mountain, and he will wait for you to sing and I will appear.

When the inn went to the room, Du Zheng cut and grinded paper at the table, prepared them one by one, and handed over a pen for Huo Linfeng to write his home letter. Bai Xuancheng had a layer of candlelight, yellowish, and Huo Linfeng stared at it and couldn't write. "Father, mother, eldest brother." For a long time, he called his close relatives again, and then broke the chapter.

Du Zheng waited beside him, and asked sadly, "Young Master, do you really want to lie to the Marquis?"

The competition is a great opportunity from heaven, the bounty is a joke, and the most important thing is that if you win, you can become a first-class disciple. The Bufan Palace is essentially a Jianghu sect, but it is definitely not an ordinary sect to investigate the movements of the court, and the news even goes as far as Chang'an.

If the Bufan Palace is compared to a tree, and Huo Linfeng enters the palace to receive troops and place it on the bright side, then what can be seen is the canopy of the Bufan Palace. But if he wanted to get close, he could either sneak or hide, and he wanted to touch the roots of the tree.

To eradicate this tree completely, only uprooting will work.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and dipped in ink to write: "My hometown is so far away, but I haven't seen each other for several months..." On the way to Xiganling, he was ambushed by grass bandits, and twenty guards were killed south of the Changhe River. I am also sad, the infection will not heal, and I will stay in the mountains and not move forward. I hope to set off as soon as possible, take troops into the palace, and not disgrace the grace of the emperor.

This reason is to prevaricate the imperial court, and the family letters must be of the same caliber, so they have to hide the truth. Du Zheng asked again, "Master, is this appropriate?"

Huo Linfeng put down his pen: "The emperor doesn't care about my life or death, except for Saibei, I can be anywhere." These words could not hide his resentment. He entered the battlefield at the age of thirteen, and it has been ten years since then, and a single will has made the ten-year struggle into the old days.

He thought mockingly, maybe it would be happier to be a big disciple in the den of villains than to be a general in Dayong.

A bowl of thick white glutinous rice glutinous rice glutinous rice glutinous rice glutinous rice glutinous rice glutinous rice glutinous rice, rub a little and it will stick, and it will be difficult to tear it apart. Huo Linfeng pressed the letter for a while, but at the end, he pulled back the packaging and sealed it again, dipped his pen in ink again, and dropped a thick sentence: "I miss my thoughts, and I can't finish it. I once folded a branch of magnolia and planted it by the pavilion. May magnolia When the trees and flowers bloom, we can gather together."

Du Zheng's eyes were sore, how could they be reunited, but to give each of them a little hope. He peeked at Huo Linfeng, the other party's expression was light, and the two sword eyebrows were slightly frowned. "Master, rest," he said. Wrap the quilt and drop the tent, and no one can see it, so you can read your loved ones well.

Huo Linfeng obediently undressed and went to bed, facing inward, but there was no one who could listen to his complaints. It was dark when he opened his eyes, and when he closed his eyes, it was also dark. When the long and chaotic night was over, he would have to go a different way.

The moon is the moon of the hometown. The tip of the tip is new everywhere, and the tip of the tip is slightly down. It is dark and bright in the world.

Huo Linfeng woke up early, it was overcast, and the clouds and tides in the sky accompanied the crowd in the city, as if to set off today's competition. At the foot of Lengsang Mountain, there are many people. The competition platform is surrounded by four pillars with colorful scarves and tiger heads. The drumming platform is surrounded by trees and four pear wood chairs.

The dark clouds were rolling, and it was overcast, and the cold wind blew the corners like life and death.

Huo Linfeng folded his elbows and lived in the crowd, exploring his inner strength, inspecting weapons, and peeking at the opponents around him. It was faintly discovered that there was another group of people hiding in this crowd.

I'm afraid the competition has not yet opened, and we must seek revenge first.

"Hey, here we come!" Someone exclaimed at this time, "The people from Bufan Palace are here!"

Huo Linfeng looked south, Duan Huaike took the lead, and everyone followed behind. The corners of a section of the robe swayed slightly, and it was Rong Luoyun, who was looming and hidden by Duan Huaike. As it approached, Rong Luoyun's blue clothes were covered with mist and rain, his hair was tied up, and a swaying ponytail hung down.

Today's competition is due to the big disciple of Bufan Gongna, and he will sign the life and death certificate when he takes the stage, and if he wins the three, he will be promoted to the next round. Diao Yuliang beat the drums to start the game, and the small raindrops flew off the drum surface. Before the sound stopped, two people appeared on the stage.

The competition opened, Huo Linfeng retreated to the south corner and jumped onto the tree trunk to watch the play.

The two heroes fought each other, and the outcome was difficult to tell, and it took a long time to get the result. More than a dozen people came on stage one after another, and the fighting spirit was flat, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Huo Linfeng's eyes moved to the drumming table, the blue shirt lowered his head, the cold wind blew his sleeves, and his hands were weighing something in the complicated sleeves, which could not be seen.

He looked like a naughty student in a private school, ignoring his master without studying and just secretly enjoying himself.

Rong Luoyun didn't know that he was secretly spied on, the first day of the competition was uneven, and there were no surprises. It happened that Rong Duanyu asked him to untie the nine chains, so he brought them to fiddle, and now the seven rings have been unwrapped.

All of a sudden, the two men who were competing with their swords and fingers hit the drum stand, all of a sudden.

He lowered his eyes, the thin eyelids were soaked with drizzle, and when the sharp sword stabbed, he was still focused on unraveling the ring. The accident happened suddenly, Lu Zhun's machete flicked the sword, and they fought, and the lurking nemesis under the stage attacked one after another.

With the sound of the ring, Rong Luoyun untied the eighth ring, the cold rain suddenly felt hot, and he didn't know who's blood was splashing around. He was full of sorrow and hatred, but he was sitting in a chair like a quiet cloud. It was too late, but it was too fast. His fingers fluttered to untie the ninth ring, but he was pierced by a long sword, and the ring broke and the jade shattered.

Rong Luoyun suddenly lost his composure, raised his eyes sharply, the peach blossoms in his eyes flowed with the water, and there was only a murderous intent left. With his sword drawn for his life, he knocked the man down and jumped off the drum table.

There was a silver-white flash under the thick green mountain, and more than a dozen people were torn apart. After the screams all over the sky, a bloody gully was left behind in the competition platform. All sounds were silent, Rong Luoyun's green shirt was already like Zhu, he clenched his hands, and the palm of his hand was broken jade slag.

Huo Linfeng's eyes couldn't move, and when he first saw Pianfei like a banished fairy, a glimpse of the enclosed corridor seemed like a dream, and the narrow wooden ladder collided before he heard the sound. The three sides with Rong Luoyun are unusual, and this fourth side may be the true face of Rong Luoyun.

There are corpses scattered all over the place, and no one dares to make it again.

The drum sounded again, and Rong Luoyun gently flew back to the drum table, his face was mottled with blood and rain, he didn't know how to wipe it, his shirt was soaked without twisting, and he still bowed his head to hold the pinch of broken jade.

From the platform: "Acceptance."

He felt familiar, his eyes swept away, and he stopped abruptly and stayed on Huo Linfeng. It was the person Liushuixi met that day, who picked up and left his handkerchief. Suddenly, the man stood upright in the rain, raised his head, looked straight at him with sharp eyes, and put him straight into his eyes.

Across the misty misty rain, thank you misty misty misty rain, otherwise they would really look at each other, reminding people of the embarrassment of the collision.

At the beginning of the competition, Rong Luoyun realized that the other person was Tangshan Xiaoyuanzun. With his bare hands against Fuchen, he was guessing how the man's martial arts were, but the winner was decided within ten moves on the stage.

Huo Linfeng easily won three people in a row, and he was born out of nowhere, causing everyone to be confused.

However, he didn't want to stay any longer, and like an appetite, he got on the horse and led the reins back to recharge his energy. "Drive!" After running for a while, he suddenly tightened the reins and turned back. Many people looked at him with curiosity in their eyes.

A general who has been on the battlefield for ten years, his gestures are definitely different from those of Jianghu people. The demeanor of riding a horse alone is enough to draw people's necks. Everyone didn't know what he was looking at or what he was waiting for. He looked at the drum stand from a distance and smiled lightly.

Rong Luoyun didn't know what he meant, and he wasn't sure if he was looking at him. At this time, I only heard the other party shout: "Reckless and reckless, I have been ashamed for many days. I apologize for the heavy rain, I hope you are Haihan."

He suddenly remembered that the other party had said at the time that he would come out on top and then apologize to him... So it was.

People around were suspicious, and Lu Zhun asked randomly, "Who did he tell? Second brother, do you know?"

Rong Luoyun whispered: "How do I know."

The horses hooves stepped away in the rain, and Huo Linfeng was far away.

He had no intention to enter the south of the Yangtze River, and looked up at the sky, but saw that the north wind was about to kill the clouds.