The sword was deep and heavy, and the wound was bleeding. Soon, Huo Linfeng's right arm lost consciousness, and the right hand holding Rong Luoyun slipped inch by inch.

He trembled in pain: "I can't hold you anymore."

The two were close to each other, their blood soaked the thin fabric, and a thick smell of blood permeated their noses. Rong Luoyun's limbs were stiff, he didn't dare to move, he didn't dare to push, he only ordered in a low voice, "Let me go."

Huo Linfeng turned a deaf ear, lowered his right arm, and tried his best to wrap his left arm around it. His palms were so restless, he pressed Rong Luoyun's waist and gradually moved upwards, stroking the slightly convex spine through his clothes, from his back to his shoulders, until the slender back of his neck.

He kneaded, pinched, and let out a low cry like a trapped beast.

The thin lips were pressed against the temples, and the low and hoarse voice slipped into the ears, Rong Luoyun was only absent-minded for a moment. Du Zhong once played with him like this, with his hands and his mouth, full of love.

"Du Zhong..." He pushed Huo Linfeng away, and Xu Xu said, "You are not, you are not anymore."

This sentence is more cruel than that sword. Huo Linfeng's face is very pale, and cold sweat is pouring out of his forehead: "Du Zhong is me, and now I am also me."

Rong Luoyun's eyes were red, and she couldn't stop crying. He wondered uncontrollably, whether this gesture of begging and begging for forgiveness is still for investigation? Once bitten by a snake, he was afraid of this hurtful bastard.

He can't believe it anymore, and he won't be fooled anymore.

Picking up the sword, Rong Luoyun stepped back and said, "I don't want the handkerchief anymore. I want to throw it away or keep it. General Huo decides to do it himself." After speaking, he turned around and ran out of the tent, disappearing without a trace.

Huo Linfeng endured the pain and chased out, but only saw the clouds in the sky.

He once fantasized about finding a person who was his own, leaning on his arms and calling out "General", but now he found it and hugged him, but that "General Huo" sounded like a slap in the face.

After being independent for a long time, he turned back to the tent in a lonely way, and Huo Linfeng looked at the small note that was shattered by the earthquake. He squatted down slowly and picked it up piece by piece, picking up the words that were scattered all over his hands.

Quiet is not quiet, quiet is not quiet.

There was a white light in front of him, and he really staggered.

He sank into the chair, undressed and took off half of his shirt to deal with the wound. At this time, coach Hu Feng came in and said with concern, "General, how is your injury?"

Huo Linfeng tried hard to stop the bleeding: "No problem."

Hu Feng hesitated and moved forward: "Report to the general, the people in the Bufan Palace are really rampant, and they have been bullying the brothers for many years."

Huo Linfeng said "um" without raising his eyes. Seeing this, Hu Feng clasped his fists and asked for instructions: "General, that Rong's bully is nothing more than bullying us. If he dares to challenge you, he will never be spared."

Sprinkling some medicinal powder, Huo Linfeng asked indifferently: "He challenged me, what does it have to do with you?" The other party was stunned, and he raised his eyes lightly, "Can't spare him? I'm going to burn incense and ask him to spare me. "

Hu Feng was at a loss: "My subordinates are stupid, but follow the general's orders."

So Huo Linfeng instructed: "If Rong Luoyun comes back, no one is allowed to stop him, and he has to be brought into my tent. If he scolds, he can't retaliate. still."

Hu Feng was stunned: "This..."

"This is called a military order like a mountain. If you understand it, go out to practice. If you don't understand, you will get thirty military sticks." Huo Linfeng lowered his eyes again, the blood stopped for the time being, and he gently lifted the front of his shirt.

Where was the sword stabbing in the shoulder, it was clearly smashing his heart.

Rong Luoyun kept talking about "Eu Zhong", and he gave "Eu Zhong" a warm heart. He became more and more guilty, and in addition to the guilt, there was a trace of jealousy shamelessly.

Even though "Eu Zhong" was him, he couldn't help but feel jealous.

Because Rong Luoyun wanted the fake one, not Huo Linfeng.

After sitting for a long time, General Huo thought a lot. Who is to blame now? Blame him, he should have confessed earlier. It's also strange for Rong Luoyun, who looks like that, practiced martial arts, and has such a arrogant and lovely temperament. He was here to punish the wicked, but he made him emotional...

The most to blame is Duan's father and son, who would rather destroy a temple than demolish a marriage, so ignorant. There are also Bodhisattvas, whose wooden signs of prayers are hung so high, but things go against their wishes.

Huo Linfeng sighed and closed his eyes bitterly.

At the foot of Lengsang Mountain, a light-colored figure faces east, holding a sword, with a wooden face, and his clothes are stained with blood. Rong Luoyun filled his footsteps with lead and walked for a long, long time, and when he arrived outside the palace gate, he frightened the patrol disciples.

Someone ran to Shenbi Hall to report: "The Second Palace Master is injured and covered in blood!"

Duan Shenbi and Duan Huaike hurried out and rushed to the Miao Cang Terrace to wait. In the depths of the long street, Rong Luoyun was walking step by step, looking sluggish and lonely.

When someone approached, Duan Huaike called out, "Luoyun?"

Rong Luoyun returned to his senses and said quietly, "Master, eldest brother."

Duan Shenbi asked, "Where did you go to make it look like this?"

Rong Luoyun replied, "Barracks, I stabbed Du Zhong with a sword." After shaking his head slightly, he said again, "No, it was Huo Linfeng, I stabbed Huo Linfeng with a sword."

Duan Huaike said: "There is no difference, Du Zhong is Huo Linfeng."

Rong Luoyun shook his head vigorously, how could Du Zhong be Huo Linfeng? Du Zhong does not exist, but he is also innocent. Everything is Huo Linfeng's fault... He can't get around, and he doesn't want to get out.

Duan Chenbi waved his sleeves and scolded lightly, "You are thinking nonsense, go into the hall to practice the exercises."

Rong Luoyun obediently boarded the Miao Cang Terrace and entered the side hall of Shen Bi Hall to practice the exercises.

He sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes and meditated, and recited the heart formula of the first layer of Ling Yun's palm. A word was mispronounced, and Duan Huaike knocked on a board next to him.

He made mistakes again and again, and his back was beaten a dozen times, and his eyebrows were twisted into twists. After a while, Duan Huaike took the lead in admitting defeat, but said helplessly, "Get up, go to the table and copy the heart formula fifty times."

Rong Luoyun obediently copied it again, and Duan Huaike finally couldn't bear it when he copied the first sentence wrong.

"Then Huo Linfeng left and took your soul with you?" Duan Huaike said, "I found out that someone was hiding in the palace. It's a happy thing to clean up and remove it. What are you doing like a concubine?"

Rong Luoyun lowered his head and wrote while being scolded. Duan Huaike said again: "It's just one less big disciple. If we recruit again later, will it collapse without Du Zhongtian?"

Rong Luoyun whispered: "He can beat you, so where can he go?"

Duan Huaike beat him at Qi Cun with these words: "You value him just because he is good at martial arts? It's not because he looks handsome and has a sweet mouth, so you can't find him."

Rong Luoyun blushed, so he blushed and wrote quickly. How could he not be able to find the east, west and northwest? Knowing that the bastard belonged to Sai Bei, he immediately swung his sword to cut off the silk.

Seeing him like this, Duan Huaike hated the iron and taught him for a long time, and didn't stop until his mouth was dry. "Forget it, go back to Wumingju and change into clean clothes." He finally pardoned, "Quietly, copy the rest and show me the rest."

Rong Luoyun nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

He put down his pen and got up, walked out lifelessly, and couldn't help but pause in front of the door. After dawdling and hesitating, he stroked the door frame with his palms back and forth, and asked hesitantly, "Brother, if the sword is hit in the shoulder, there will be a lot of blood... will it be okay?"

Duan Huaike asked back, "It doesn't matter if it's a mid-sword, but it counts as a corpse divided by five horses?"

These words made people nervous, and Rong Luoyun said, "Will you fall ill?"

Duan Huaike replied, "If the bleeding is too much and you don't take care of it properly, if it's serious, your arm will be broken." His tone suddenly changed, and he asked calmly, "Why, Saibei's elite rider told you to lose your arm?"

Rong Luoyun looked down at the blood on the front of his shirt, and left without saying a word.

The hall was deserted, Duan Huaike leaned over to clean up his pen and ink, and hurriedly glanced at what Rong Luoyun wrote. It didn't matter at this glance, he read it out curiously: "If you copy a typo, it's a recopy, why are you scolding me?"

"I don't care if you relieve your anger, you can take care of me like a concubine in mourning."

"I'm not afraid of the sky falling, I'll smash you and wait for someone eight feet tall."

"Du Zhong is indeed strong in martial arts. I still remember that day you lost to him. How dare you ask when you will be in retreat for a year?"

"He didn't coax me so that I couldn't tell the difference between south, east, north and west, but you scolded me so that I lost my head. No wonder I made a mistake."

Duan Huaike's hands trembled with anger, what was he writing so hard? ! Pretending to be well-behaved, pretending to be obedient, and just like that under his nose, wouldn't Hui Bie Yuan want to stab his villain? !

It really is not enough, Rong Luoyun has gone to Wuming to live outside the door.

Pushing the door and entering the courtyard, saw the broken tank. The red carp was hard to find. guess the lynx took it away. After called disciples to clean it up, felt that the courtyard was empty.

He went into the room to change his clothes, didn't bother to wipe his hair after washing his hair, and tied a small round bun on the top of his head. When was bored in the study and wanted to copy the heart formula, saw a map behind the desk.

In Hanzhou City, Huo Linfeng drew two pictures at the time, just in case. Rong Luoyun was slightly dazed, that person was sneaking in the palace, and it seemed that he had never done anything to block or destroy? The initial gain of his trust was also because of his ability to do things...

He pondered, folded the map, and caught off guard that a cloud pattern was drawn in the lower right corner.

Moiré, because it was for him, so he painted the moiré? He got up and walked out of the study, and went to the outer hall to pick up the broken lantern. The cloud pattern on the bamboo handle was exactly the same as that on the map. Entering the bedroom again, the shattered kites were scattered, and it was hard to find the Eucommia ulmoides.

Rong Luoyun picked up the objects, locked them all in the cabinet, and told himself to stop thinking about it.

Today's sword is all over.

However, whether it ends or not, the pain is real.

Huo Linfeng endured for a day, and when he returned home at dusk, his face was pale and bloodless. Returning to the General's Mansion, when he saw Du Zheng, he couldn't bear it any longer, and fell heavily on the couch.

Butler Du was busy before and after, called Lang Zhong, made soup and medicine, prepared cotton yarn and hot water, and then ordered a table to eat blood and qi. Huo Linfeng looked at the couch, how could he feel like he was going to have a baby...

As soon as the door was closed, Du Zheng treated Huo Linfeng for the wound, and he felt distressed when he took off his clothes. The wound was as deep as it was, and the powder and blood were mixed into mud, terrifyingly tight. He wanted to cry: "Master, does it hurt?"

Huo Linfeng grinded the crown of his teeth: "Butler, what do you think?"

Du Zheng started to cry, his slender eyes appear even thinner. Huo Linfeng looked away, thinking of Rong Luoyun's reddened eyes, like peach blossoms hanging with dew, and like Nanxing soaked in rain.

With a sudden pain, he recovered from his beauty.

After bandaging, scrubbing and changing clothes, and being given acupuncture by Lang Zhong, Huo Linfeng's hunger gradually overshadowed his pain. When the meal was ready, he clumsily ate it with his left hand, swallowing a bowl in three or two mouthfuls.

Du Zhengsheng was ready to hand it over. This young master didn't get a grain of rice yesterday, but he devoured it today. Could it be that the situation has improved? He asked, "Master, is Rong Luoyun looking for you?"

Huo Linfeng nibbled at the goose: "Well, I found it."

Du Zheng said anxiously, "He really forgave you?"

Huo Linfeng eats chicken: "No, he stabbed me with a sword."

Du Zheng stood up abruptly, this sword was actually stabbed by Rong Luoyun? ! The rivers and lakes are really savage, and it's not right to be in the wrong household. He asked, "Young master, will the grace be cut off from now on?"

On the contrary, Huo Linfeng thought, this sword might be the beginning of calming down. If it is not enough, next time he will hand over his left shoulder. This body is made of copper and iron, as long as you spare the two or two under your crotch, you can follow Rong Luoyun's ravages and toss.

Du Zheng was dying: "Master, we can't find a little Yaksha..."

Huo Linfeng wiped his mouth and regained some consciousness in his right arm, so he got up and got into the study. In the middle of the night, he turned on the lamp and sat at his desk, piecing together the broken note. Pieces stick together, tired eyes and red fingers.

It was raining again, and there was a knock on the window.

It's like one person is attracted to another.

On the rainy night of the third watch, the small note was glued, but General Huo still didn't sleep. Putting on the cape, he rode out the door alone. All the way to Lengsang Mountain, passing through the military camp, the soldiers on duty hurriedly opened the camp door.

Huo Linfeng waved his hand to avoid looking for these stinky soldiers.

Seven or eight miles away, he stopped outside the Bufan Palace with a loud "woo", and alerted the disciples on the high wall. Zou Lin was on duty and immediately ran to report, but in the middle of the night it was all black.

Going deeper and deeper, only Wumingju shines brightly.

Two red candles have been lit, and Rong Luoyun has copied it for the seventeenth time.

Dipped in ink, the tip of the purple hair fell in vertical small letters, and after writing the last word, the paper was laid out for the eighteenth time. He paused, heard the sound and looked towards the door, seeing Zou Lin appearing in a hurry.

"Report to the Palace Master, Huo Linfeng is stagnant outside the palace, not knowing what to do."

Rong Luoyun stunned: "himself?"

Zou Lin replied: "It seems that, the horse is looking at the palace gate, but has not yet moved."

Rong Luoyun pondered for a moment: "You don't need to pay attention to him, just stay on duty as usual."

After waving Zou Lin back, he continued to copy, and he wrote a wrong word. After rubbing the paper, started from the beginning with twelve points of care, and gradually finished half of the writing.

After the last sentence, the rain suddenly became louder.

Whoa, whoa, it's soaking wet.

Rong Luoyun put the pen down after writing and waited for the ink to dry.

I saw that it was written impressively at the end-Yeyu deceives himself, did that person bring an umbrella?