At the time of Xu, the patrolling disciples changed shifts. There were fifteen on weekdays, but today it has dropped sharply to seven.

Rong Luoyun stood under the corridor lighting the lamp, and after lighting one, he walked out of Wuming Residence without any hassle. When he met the patrolling team, he took the initiative to say, "Be careful when you give away people."

The disciple nodded and reported: "Go back to the Palace Master, Senior Brother Du Zhong has made other arrangements, the Palace Master can rest assured."

There is a timetable for each person, from the number of teams to the number of people in each team, and from the number of rotations to the handover time, almost all of them are changed. The team in front of them was reduced to seven people, but it was not because of the shortage of manpower, but divided the original team into two, and was on duty more dispersedly and comprehensively.

Rong Luoyun checked it carefully, returned it to the other party, and asked, "When was this table arranged?"

The disciple replied, "Last night I needed to send someone out, and Senior Brother Du Zhong arranged for him overnight."

There are many disciples, and it is necessary to separate people to do disaster relief work, and also affect the normal operation of the palace. A new table outside here was arranged overnight. Rong Luoyun asked one more question: "Where's the people of Du Zhong?"

The disciple replied, "Senior Brother Du Zhong has worked hard all day and night, and is making up his sleep in Qianji Hall."

Rong Luoyun nodded, no more questions, and walked forward with the lamp in hand.

He went ahead and thought about it. When he recruited experts to replace Xu Zheng, he only looked at martial arts and didn't talk about other things. At present, the donation is doing well. It seems that Du Zhong has the ability to command. don't know how to act alone.

He affirmed it in his heart, but hummed in his mouth, leaving a string of dissatisfaction on Changjie. Jun Lang is handsome, capable is capable, but it is too small and too small, and there are so many things that go beyond the norm.

Moreover, he is used to rewarding people with sweet dates. If you want him to beat the drums, he will show his tricks. If you take him as a bet, you will regret it. If you make him fall into the water, you will catch fish. Falling Cloud's body friend.

Unknowingly, walked out of the palace gate and gradually approached the almshouse, and more and more disaster victims went around.

When Rong Luoyun arrived at the place, he lightly raised his index finger and placed a "shh" on his lips, stopping the disciple's respectful greeting.

There was a large bonfire at the foot of the mountain, illuminating the dark night. He looked up and saw that the thick clouds in the night sky covered the stars and the moon, and it was estimated that there would be rain tomorrow.

Before closing his eyes, he first heard the change, and he glanced at the entrance of the barracks.

All the soldiers in the army came out, holding torches in their hands, and blasted away the victims who were resting outside the camp. It was not enough to push and shove, and even kicked and beat them. Rong Luoyun approached step by step, counted in his mouth, walked to Yingkou and counted to "forty-three".

"You kicked and beat forty-three people in total." He asked quietly, "What's the so-called?"

The commander said: "How can refugees get in the way of the military camp, and if you die, you will go elsewhere!"

Rong Luoyun laughed: "It was crowded before dawn, and it was only after dark that we came out to clear Yingkou. If you can hold back like this, you are a bunch of tortoise bastards, aren't you?"

The disciples of Bufan Palace have worked hard all day, and now they are tired, so the army dares to make trouble. The commander-in-chief suffered a great humiliation and took the lead in drawing his sword towards each other.

Rong Luoyun restrained his smile: "My palace disciples are working hard today, so I don't want to fight with you, but I want to move my muscles and bones."

Su Ri's well water does not violate the river water, and it is difficult for the soldiers to suppress the bandits, and the bandits ignore the soldiers. The commander was holding a knife, and the disciples of the full camp dealt with one of Rong Luoyun. Moreover, Rong Luoyun didn't have a weapon, so even if he had a trick, he couldn't use it.

Still confronting, Rong Luoyun lost his patience first: "Stop dawdling!" He threw his lantern and was surrounded by soldiers like a wave of soldiers.

The torches were dancing, and some fell on the ground and ignited into a fire. Rong Luoyun was as light as a swallow, and his clothes touched the armor, and he wounded nearly half of the soldiers with softness. The yarn lamp swayed, the red candle inside fell down, and the lamp body suddenly turned into a fireball.

He took this as a weapon and waved vigorously: "I want you to try the Cloud Splitting Sword Technique!"

A total of forty-three moves, not much.

Everyone's expressions changed, and they fled towards the camp, but he turned around abruptly, with a deep smile reflected in the glowing fire, and said sly and contemptuously, "I can't help but be scared, a bunch of rice buckets."

He captured the captain and moved him to the bonfire, intending to throw people into the flames.

Not far away, Huo Linfeng just woke up and stood in the darkness with his elbows folded, watching the general commander Rong Luoyun cry in fright. After begging for mercy for a long time, Rong Luoyun seemed satisfied, and slammed the person and stepped on it again.

Huo Linfeng couldn't help stroking his chest, white silk shoes, thin and narrow feet, and it was very painful to kick people.

Rong Luoyun spat: "I don't know how high the sky is, think that when Huo Linfeng comes to Xiganling, you can be comparable to the strong soldiers of Saibei?" ,Humph!"

Huo Linfeng thought to himself, what does "hmph" mean?

A group of birds and beasts scattered, Rong Luoyun's lamp burned to empty the skeleton, so he had to throw it into the bonfire. As soon as raised eyes, saw Huo Linfeng in the shadows, vague and difficult to determine.

He wanted to shout and stopped, feeling embarrassed for no reason, the bunch of lotus flowers in his mind.

Huo Linfeng strode towards him, and when he woke up, he threw away his shyness, and was left with calmness. A step away from each other, facing the fireworks, they can clearly see each other's modalities.

They moved their ears at the same time and heard a faint "Benefactor".

The young man was holding the girl, the old man was leaning on a cane, and the homeless gathered in the alley. In the daytime, I was in Xunrong Luoyun to express my thanks, but I never saw it, but I saw it now, but I saw the Bodhisattva's heart-hearted "beneficiary" as an enemy to the crowd, and he was suddenly afraid to go forward.

Rong Luoyun turned around and stared, framing a place of men, women and children into his eyes, thinking, "This porridge can only cure the symptoms, you should find a place to settle down as soon as possible."

Everyone understood that the girl hugged the boy's neck tightly and sobbed softly, "Don't go back, you won't be able to live if you go back..."

Rong Luoyun asked, "How is the situation in Hanzhou?"

The young man replied, "Every day people are starving to death, and the people have to leave their homes and flee in order to survive."

Rong Luoyun was suspicious: "Hanzhou is rich and prosperous, and if there is a disaster, there will be wages. At any rate, it can support most of it?"

The young man shook his head: "To be honest with the benefactor, there is not even a single alms shed in Hanzhou city, no water or rice." After choking for a while, "The grain and salaries have been exploited in layers, and they have been swallowed up long ago. The government even colluded with Fujia to raise the price of grain. , how many people go bankrupt for a bowl of rice."

Rong Luoyun gave a soft "oh" and asked, "Who is Zhizhou?"

The young man replied, "Jia Yanxi, he is the cousin of the prime minister of the court." The young man whispered in a low voice and everyone was silent, and the surroundings were silent for a while.

Rong Luoyun stammered: "When the Prime Minister of the Dynasty... Chen Ruoyin." His voice was low, his words were soft, and his thoughts were lingering, as if he was talking about an old friend. He turned around and wanted to leave. He paused when he passed Huo Linfeng, then reached out and hooked his hand, grabbing his waist and dragging a few steps.

Huo Linfeng was afraid that his waist would fall apart, he walked to a place where no one else was, and grabbed Rong Luoyun's wrist. Rong Luoyun turned to look at him, took a hand, and shook him: "Du Zhong, you did a good job of giving."

He nodded: "The Palace Master is satisfied."

Rong Luoyun said: "But I am not satisfied again."

Huo Linfeng stared: "Speak."

Rong Luoyun pulled out his hand, just lowered his eyebrows, but now his eyes are so cold that they can freeze. "I'll give you another matter." His voice was cold like a knife, "Left out of the night and go to Hanzhou to investigate."

Huo Linfeng took the order and immediately returned to Bufan Palace to prepare. After taking seven or eight steps, Rong Luoyun called him from behind: "Du Zhong, go and come back quickly."

He said, "Sleepless, rush to and fro, and come back tomorrow night."

With a good horse and a water bladder, Huo Linfeng went on the road. It was difficult to penetrate the forest at night, so he galloped northward on a flat official road, the moon moved and the stars moved, and the spring breeze called Liao Qiao blew all night.

The closer it is to Hanzhou, the worse the situation will be, and a large number of disaster victims will be faced when it is a few dozen miles away. The sky was bright, and he arrived outside Hanzhou City with a long cry. The city gate was open, the crowd was like walking corpses, and the second and third officials on duty were full of energy.

Huo Linfeng led a horse into the city, the once prosperous Main Street was desolate, every house was closed, and the air was filled with the stench of starvation and rot. When he found it outside the official residence, he suddenly thought that he was on the battlefield, there were corpses everywhere, and the blood like puddles had dried up.

Each corpse was cut open with a knife to see that the technique came from one person, and this person was designated as a master. He didn't stay for a long time, and went to the east of the city to find Jia Yanxi's mansion.

Huo Linfeng watched from a distance for a moment, and the dragon flew into the mansion invisible.

As he was rushing to a courtyard, he caught a glimpse of the two of them by the lake. In shock, he set up his breath and did not dare to slack off.

And three hundred miles south, thick clouds floated over the Xiganling Mountains overnight, and there were two thunderstorms at this moment. Rong Luoyun was locked in the study, Rabbit Shoulder Zi did not leave his hand, and a small letter fell heavily on the paper.

It was going to rain, and the disciples who came to deliver lunch were in a hurry.

When the rain started to fall, the half-closed window was blowing with wind, and Rong Luoyun paused at the tip of his pen. It was cold and troubled to think, did Du Zhong bring a robe? Continuing to write that sentence, can't help but think again, the road is difficult in rainy days, can Hai Shi come back?

It took him half a stick of incense to finish writing, he put down his pen, washed his hands and went to eat under the eaves. Two dishes, one bowl of soup, just watching the rain, took a bite after a while.

Rong Luoyun was too lazy to enter the house, so after eating, he leaned against the beam and fell asleep.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, dripping for hours and hours, and even the dark clouds cover the sunset, and it crosses the dusk and enters the night. When Rong Luoyun woke up, the lunch box turned into dinner, and it was past the hour.

He got up and went back to the house, put on a cloak to keep out the cold, carried a lamp, and returned to sit under the eaves. An hour later, he stepped on the gravel with an umbrella and walked slowly to the door of Wumingju.

The You Shi was over, and the Xu Shi was over. He hung up the small door and walked straight forward.

When we arrived at Miao Cangtai, the place was empty, and the rain was maddening. He went to the Qiankun Bureau in the northwest corner, and quietly set up a formation to watch the game in the heavy rain, and spent an hour.

It was really cold, so Rong Luoyun continued to walk, gradually walking to the long street. It's already Hai Shi, should Du Zhong come back? Thinking so, he walked to the third door, where the wind was leeward and it was a little warmer.

The rain in front of the lamp was fine, he stared, stood, and waited.

When Hai Shi was over, and when he entered Zi Shi, the rain poured down every now and then, knocking the oil-paper umbrella lightly. Tick ​​tock, fish hide under the lotus flower, people hide under the eaves, and he just blindly stands behind the door.

When it was so ugly, Rong Luoyun was about to break the lamp handle.

At this time, in the strong wind and rain, there was a distant sound of horse hooves.

Huo Linfeng returned to the foot of Lengsang Mountain and rode his horse for 300 miles without rest, his body was as cold as falling ice. "Open the door!" Arrived outside the palace and shouted loudly, the outer door opened, and the reins ran in, breaking through the darkness and coldness.

The first sub-door opened again, the second, and when the third door in the distance opened, a warm yellow candle lit up in the corner.

"Ugh!" He hurriedly dismounted from his horse, splashes of water splashed from his soaked clothes, and the rain was running wildly down his forehead. As he strode closer, he stopped abruptly, seeing that the person in the corner was Rong Luoyun.

Rong Luoyun held the lamp and umbrella, looking at him with a calm face.

"Palace Master." He boldly stepped forward and stepped under the umbrella, "The wind is bitter and rainy, be careful of catching a cold."

Rong Luoyun whispered: "Then you don't come back sooner."

Huo Linfeng stretched out his hand: "My subordinate reneged on his promise and held an umbrella to make amends."

The two walked towards the depths of the Bufan Palace. The road was long and dark, and the sound of rain covered the sound of breathing. Huo Linfeng held an umbrella, Rong Luoyun carried a lantern, and the horses who were running all the way obediently followed behind.

A gust of wind came, and the ponytail kept swinging.

Rong Luoyun's hair brushed Huo Linfeng's wet clothes.