Huo Zhao!

Huo Linfeng was shocked, the person who could resist Duan Shenbi's palm was actually his father!

Not only amazement, but the word "Huo Zhao" came out of the mouths of the Jianghu masters. It was a little strange, but also a little proud. He thought about it, Duan Shenbi had an intersection with his father?

If this is the case, the attention at this time, coupled with a series of questions from Jie Fengyan... Could it be that Duan Shenbi has doubts about him?

His heart was beating like a drum, but fortunately, the surface was calm, and he held himself back without showing the slightest panic. On the contrary, Rong Luoyun was very surprised and asked, "Master, do you know the Duke of Dingbei?"

Duan Shenbi put his hands behind his back, making it difficult to answer.

It was an old story. Thirty years ago, there was a riot in Lingnan. In the end, it was impossible, and the imperial court sent Huo Zhao south to finally quell the riot. Duan Shenbi happened to be in Lingnan at that time, and Huo Zhao was an opponent, and he meant to sympathize with each other.

A gentleman's friendship, from pure to bland.

After a few decades of separation, Huo Zhao made the Hou the Prime Minister, guarding the frontier and never went south again. Duan Shenbi traveled in the mountains and rivers, and often avoided the world to practice. The two met in the chaos of war, and then forgot each other in the rivers and lakes.

After recalling, Duan Shenbi said to himself, "I heard that the son of the Duke of Dingbei is coming to Xiganling?"

Rong Luoyun said with an "um": "It should have arrived long ago, but Huo Linfeng is hard to recover from his illness and has not yet taken office."

Duan Chenbi was stunned when he heard the words, then burst into laughter, flicking his sleeves and resting.

That laughter made Huo Linfeng's heart tremble, and he dragged Rong Luoyun to the west as if he couldn't wait. There was a bush at the foot, and it was full of flowers at this time. As a result, they were wiped out with a single palm.

Rong Luoyun looked for a stone and sat down, sluggishly, with a foxtail tangled in his hand. Huo Linfeng squatted in front of him with a coaxing attitude. "Why?" He sat on his knees and scratched the tip of his nose with foxtail.

Huo Linfeng said, "Palace Master, Duan Daxia seems to appreciate the Duke of Dingbei very much."

Rong Luoyun nodded: "Heroes cherish each other."

Huo Linfeng also said: "Father and son are in the same line, it's not bad to come to Huo Linfeng." He had to make Rong Luoyun have a good impression of "Huo Linfeng", boasting in his mouth and nervous in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Rong Luoyun thought for a moment and said, "I don't think it will work."

Huo Linfeng's heart tightened: "Why did the palace master say this?"

Rong Luoyun said: "As soon as I entered Jiangnan, I became ill and felt sick."

Kong Wu's powerful General Huo choked to death, and was almost dumb to eat Huanglian. He supported Rong Luoyun's knee and said again, "He will come to take office sooner or later. If he takes the initiative to show his favor to the palace lord, what will happen to the palace lord?"

Rong Luoyun thought to himself, what did the soldiers do to show their favor to the bandits? His eyes rolled around, could it be that this person was testing him? He replied earnestly: "I don't pay attention to him based on what he does."

Huo Linfeng said urgently: "Duan Daxia and Dingbeihou sympathize with each other, you can also sympathize with Huo Linfeng!"

Why are you in a hurry... Rong Luoyun shook his head arrogantly: "With you here, why do I sympathize with the surnamed Huo? Apart from you, there are the eldest brother, the third, the fourth, and he, General Huo, is in front of my extraordinary palace. , nothing."

Huo Linfeng was so distressed that he buried his head in Rong Luoyun's thigh.

Rong Luoyun caressed the back of the other's head, thinking that Huo Linfeng was moved.

They spent most of the day in the jungle, returning home at dusk.

Back at the Bufan Palace, Rong Luoyun accompanied Duan Shenbi into the hall to rest, and as soon as he entered the inner hall, he saw Duan Huaike waiting inside. The three master and apprentice were all there, Rong Luoyun was the youngest, and consciously poured tea for the two of them.

Duan Shenbi said, "You're not tired yet, just play chess with me."

Duan Huaike put on the chessboard, and the father and son played with lights. Rong Luoyun watched the chess quietly by the side. After a while, the eyelids were fighting, and then he simply lay on the table. He asked softly, "Brother, can you win?"

Duan Huaike replied: "Winning is because of my outstanding chess skills. Losing is because of my respect for teachers and Taoism."

Duan Chenbi snorted coldly: "Who cares about your chess skills, I only see how good or bad your martial arts are." He dropped another son and squinted at the sleepy boy again, "Miao Cangtai tomorrow morning, I want to check your martial arts."

Duan Huaike said, "I hope my father will show mercy."

Duan Shenbi smiled: "Isn't that bullying you?"

"Choose a battle between the disciples in the palace. If they win, they will be fine. If they are tied, they will kneel for three days. If they lose, they will be closed for one year."

Rong Luoyun murmured, "What's the comparison... Big brother will definitely win."

Duan Huaike laughed: "I don't need you to hold me, just go back to sleep when I'm tired, and come to watch the battle tomorrow morning."

Really sleepy, Rong Luoyun yawned and got up and left, stepped out of the hall door, and this time he paid attention when going down the stairs. He walked back with the stars and the moon, the drunken elegant building was empty, the Tibetan gold pavilion was lit, and the Qianji Hall was in front.

When he looked up, there was a figure outside the door of Qianji Hall.

Tall, tall and straight, Yingyingchaochuo couldn't hide his handsomeness.

There was no wind blowing, no rain rushing down, but Rong Luoyun's sleepiness was swept away. He quickened his pace and walked forward, stopping when he was a few steps away, looking at the man in front of the door with the same score.

"Why are you standing here?" he asked. Ask knowingly.

Huo Linfeng replied, "Wait for you."

Rong Luoyun nuzui: "What are you holding in your hand?"

Huo Linfeng said, "Here is it for you." He strode closer, hugging the thin shoulders, "It's dark in the middle of the night, I might be robbed by thieves, I'll take the palace master back to Wuming Residence."

A pain in the abdomen, Rong Luoyun stabbed him with his elbow, but did not escape his imprisonment. Going to Wumingju, climb down the eaves and enter the inner hall, followed by the bedroom.

When the candlelight dimmed, he turned everything on.

A book of brocade foreskin, with white paper and black ink inside, filled with columns of small letters. Rong Luoyun took it, opened it from the end to the beginning, and finally saw the three words in the title - the lock-breathing art.

He asked, "Is this a martial art?"

Huo Linfeng nodded: "Your Qinggong is already number one in the world, so naturally you don't need to learn it. As for swordsmanship, you can improve your cloud-splitting swordsmanship to the limit. After thinking about it, I decided to teach you this."

Rong Luoyun held the book and couldn't help pondering the word "locked breath".

The light work can keep the movement silent, but the breath has nowhere to hide, but when encountering a master, Ye Luo can detect the position in an instant. He recalled the time Hanzhou suffered when he played against Chen Mian and Chen Xiao.

Huo Linfeng said: "If you learn the lock-breathing art, once the sound of luck is temporarily extinguished, it will be as quiet as a corpse."

Rong Luoyun said in surprise, "Really?"

Naturally, Huo Linfeng hid a thought and hinted: "If someone trespasses into the extraordinary palace and runs the heart formula, even if they enter the house, they will not be able to detect it."

At that time, when he visited the extraordinary palace at night, he came and went freely by means of the lock breath.

After all, he stared at Rong Luoyun closely, wondering if Rong Luoyun would be suspicious. How could he know that the man bowed his head and recited the scriptures, ignoring him and ignoring him, so he couldn't wait to study it.

"..." His head was aching, "Palace Master, don't be in a hurry."

Rong Luoyun didn't raise his eyes: "I'm so anxious, I want to practice right now."

Huo Linfeng's head hurt even more, he took Zhezi and threw it aside, and clasped the opponent's shoulder with a big hand. The more he dragged on, the more flustered he became, and he couldn't care about the other side: "Palace Master, Xiaoduan Temple prays, do you remember?"

When Rong Luoyun nodded, he asked eagerly, "Can you promise me that no matter what happens, don't be angry with me?"

Rong Luoyun asked back, "What exactly?"

Huo Linfeng replied, "Wrong thing... If I do something wrong, don't get angry, okay?"

"It's so unreasonable." Rong Luoyun raised his face and said, "Since you have done something wrong, don't let people get angry? Wouldn't it be unscrupulous?"

Huo Linfeng hurriedly changed his words: "If you are angry, vent your anger at me, and then quickly calm down, okay?" He had never been so nervous before, and he wanted to stare the other party out of the hole.

After a long while, Rong Luoyun nodded lightly and agreed.

As if he had been granted amnesty, he hugged the person tightly in his arms, and rubbed the back with his palms excitedly and randomly. At this time, Rong Luoyun said, "Du Zhong, you can make me angry, but don't make me sad."

The tone was very low and heavy, and there was a hint of sincerity behind the seriousness. Huo Linfeng froze all over, as if cold water was covering his head, washing away the fluke just now.

Rong Luoyun said in a low voice, "The days before were dull, not too happy, but not sad either." He smiled lightly, "After meeting you, I lived a very happy life and tasted a lot of things that I didn't have before. "

From frugality to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to frugality is difficult. "Don't take away the happiness you gave, okay?" He was almost a promise, but also like a prayer, "Du Zhong, I will treat you well, and put you on the top of my heart, don't make me sad."

Huo Linfeng made a stiff "um" with a choked throat.

Rong Luoyun hugged him tightly: "Don't lie to me, you fell asleep at the Chanyuan that night, and now I will ask again, can you promise not to lie to me?"

Huo Linfeng swallowed a thousand words and replied hoarsely, "Okay, I promise you."

The moon was bright, but his mind was numb, and he didn't know how to walk back to Qianji Hall. Go around the bamboo garden, climb the bamboo ladder, and walk into the bedroom cabinet in one breath.

He took out the official seal and official documents and placed them brightly on the table.

"Idiot." Huo Linfeng called out.

Du Zheng bowed from the couch: "Master, why are you sitting there?"

Huo Linfeng instructed: "Pack up, tomorrow... we'll be leaving."

Tomorrow morning, he must confess to Rong Luoyun, and he will know whether to kill or cut him. just ask that person not to be sad. Huo Linfeng, Huo Linfeng, knew that was emotional now, why did make a sin in the first place.

At this moment, the game in Shen Bi Hall ended, and Duan Huaike lost his third son. It was late at night, he got up and went to make the bed, served Duan Shenbi to sleep, tucked the quilt and lowered the curtains, and left after everything was in order.

As he walked, he said, "The dispatched disciples will return tomorrow morning, the time is just right."

There was no sound in the Bufan Palace, and in the second half of the night, dark clouds covered the moon, and it was drizzling.

In the bedroom of the bamboo building, the packed luggage was placed on the bed, and Du Zheng slept soundly with a small bag on his pillow. Huo Linfeng was sitting at the table, holding the ginkgo gray handkerchief that Rong Luoyun gave him.

As the morning approached, he went downstairs to water the magnolias. After going out of the building, the drizzle is blowing, how can you use water?

He suddenly realized that even God refused to do it.

Suddenly feeling the noise outside, three or five disciples came running: "Senior Brother Du Zhong! The palace master told everyone to go to Miao Cangtai!"

Huo Linfeng didn't know what was going on, so he had to leave the Qianji Hall with all the disciples. The long street was wet, and when he walked to Miao Cangtai, he saw the four palace masters in the mist and rain. Rong Luoyun raised his eyes to look at him, pursed his lips and smiled.

He tried to respond, but was overwhelmed by the secrecy.

When the crowd gathered, Rong Luoyun said, "Don't panic, everyone, gather early in the morning just to be lively and lively." Then he placed the disciples on both sides with gestures, "The Grand Palace Master promised Master last night that he will choose a disciple to challenge today and win. If you have a tie, you will be punished by kneeling for three days, and if you lose, you will be closed for one year. Please be a witness.”

The disciples were talking a lot, joking, who can beat the Grand Palace Master? In a mess, Duan Huaike walked to the central open space: "It doesn't matter if you lose, if you have the courage to challenge, the reward is three hundred taels."

As soon as these words came out, Ruan Ni immediately flew out and appeared.

I went out with the little God of Wealth and became obsessed with learning.

Silver hook broke his life against his bare hands, and there was a lot of noise on Miao Cangtai, but Huo Linfeng was as quiet as a Buddha. He has no intention to watch the battle, and he has no intention to challenge, and is still pondering how to confess.

Rong Luoyun is standing not far away, why don't you talk about it?

Or wait and wait until Rong Luoyun is happy to see it?

What does the first sentence say? Palace Master, in fact, my name is Huo Linfeng?

How can Rong Luoyun be coaxed when he is sad? Take off your clothes and plead guilty?

Although Huo Linfeng's people are here, their souls are already flying away. He imagined countless situations, but he couldn't think of a way to deal with it. Steeply! A gust of wind blew his face, and he returned to his senses and used the sky-climbing vertical to avoid the sudden attack.

"What are you doing?!" General Huo was getting annoyed!

Duan Huaike said, "Du Zhong, you are the only one among the eldest disciples who has not challenged, do you dare?"

The little prince was so annoyed: "There's no shortage of those three hundred taels!"

In a blink of an eye, Rong Luoyun looked curiously, one was the eldest brother, the other was the lover, which one would you support? Huo Linfeng's thoughts are tangled, so let's just leave it alone and have a good time!

He drew his sword and came out. The Huo family's swordsmanship made people never get tired of watching it, and he could vaguely hear Rong Luoyun calling him. The dragon is invisible, and the piercing wind rushes into the sky, making Duan Huaike play dizzyingly.

Everyone panicked and was forced to retreat by a powerful internal force, Duan Huaike turned over his palms to gather thousands of pounds of strength. Huo Linfeng raised his eyebrows and sneered. He only used less than eight percent of his true energy to pass the barrier that day.

"Show your trick!" Duan Huaike shouted.

Huo Linfeng threw himself to the ground, and the Cassia Sword swept the thousands of troops, hitting ten percent of his internal force. In an instant, the cold light turned into a firelight, the dazzling Venus flickered in the sky, and all the bricks and stones burst into pieces.

In the distance, a gully was left on the lacquer pillars of Shenbi Hall.

The rain and fog were entangled in the smoke of gunpowder, and the loud noises included screams, and the Miao Cang Terrace seemed to be broken.

The outcome was already decided, Huo Linfeng looked at Duan Huaike and said, "You lose, go to retreat." As soon as the final sound fell, the chaotic sound of horse hooves came from the long street, attracting everyone to look back.

A dozen disciples galloped down the stage, forming a line to the front of the hall.

Duan Huaike wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked, "How?"

The disciple clasped his fists: "Reporting to the Palace Master, Xiganling and other neighboring cities have been investigated. All the escorts and ferry crossings have traveled as far north as the Changhe River, and no one has heard of Zhuosha Island."

Huo Linfeng was stunned for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat.

Duan Huaike asked again, "Is it gone?"

The disciple paused: "One dart head once went to Saibei and said that the most famous restaurant in Saibei city is called 'Zhuosha Ju'."

The crows were silent, and everyone held their breaths.

Suddenly, Duan Shenbi laughed while touching his beard: "The dignified little Marquis is a bull and a horse, but I don't know how to hide the young master's bearing." Stepping out of the eaves, his voice became more and more powerful, "I disrupted the moves and shouted, presumably because of the decision. Beihou's ears and eyes are fascinated, should you praise you for being blue-green?"

Huo Linfeng's mind was blank, and he watched the other party approach.

Duan Shenbi said: "It's really calm and self-controlled, it's too calm. It's worthy of being a young hero who fought against Qianjun and slaughtered the city at the age of seventeen." He kicked away the gravel, "How can you come up with an excuse for contracting the disease? Drinking in the desert People who eat flesh and blood, can this drizzle in Jiangnan hurt you?!"

After a short pause, there was a hint of excitement in the stern expression: "After thirty years, I didn't expect to have the opportunity to see the Huo family's swordsmanship skills again, what a sword to shake the wind in the north!"

The words were sonorous, like throwing a stone into the water and smashing it down, causing Huo Linfeng's hair to be dazed.

Foreshadowing, hinting, sitting all night, meditating early in the morning, I didn't expect to be forced to this step.At this point, Duan Shenbi asked him, "General Huo, do you dare to admit it yourself?!"

He sheathed his sword and looked towards Rong Luoyun through the misty mist and rain.

- "I'm Huo Zhong, Huo Linfeng."