Luo Yan Hu does not return

Eight years ago, shortly after Feng Liyuan left Sumen Mountain, Sun Deng sent Xue Heng to Jindan School Zheng Yin's sect.

Xue Heng managed to get rid of the restraints, and his temper was more detached than ordinary teenagers. He often fought and bickered with Ge Hong, and after a long time, he became a close friend who talked about everything.

However, after three years of separation, Xue Heng seemed to be a different person. He was indifferent and calm, without anger and prestige. He let Ge Hong be soft and hard, but he couldn't get anything out, so he could only put it aside for the time being and keep silent.

After the White Tiger Gang left the city, they ran westward over several hills. The two of them followed very reluctantly on foot. After entering a forest, they completely lost their target.

"Brother Xuan, shall we... still chase?"

"Don't hurry, let's look ahead." Xue Heng still walked fast, and Ge Hong was too busy to keep up.

Walking to the end of the mountain forest, among the shadows of the trees, there was actually a little light. The two of them pushed aside the bushes and squeezed their bodies in. Ge Hong accidentally stepped on a piece of moss, almost fell, and was grabbed by Xue Heng.

Less than a centimeter below his feet, there is a cliff several feet high.

"My dear, I'm really going to fall, it's terrible..." Ge Hong was in shock, murmuring to himself, and raised his head, only then could he see clearly behind the bushes, there was an open flat land full of tents.

Thinking of what happened the day before yesterday, Ge Hong murmured: "This...isn't Zhang Fang's residence?"

"Zhang Fang?"

"Hejian King's capable general, he only emerged in the past three years. You don't know...it's nothing strange."

"Is it... related to the gangsters who attacked the White Horse Temple?"

"Exactly, oh, why do you—"

Xue Heng didn't say any more, turned around and walked forward. Ge Hong kept on stepping, secretly slandering, "If you don't say it, you think I can't see it? You must want to find that man's sword as soon as possible... don't say anything , that person has a wooden head, when will he be able to figure it out..."

That night, Xue Heng knocked out two guards, forced Ge Hong to change his clothes and armor, and hid in the camp overnight.

In the early morning of the next day, horns sounded in the camp, and all the soldiers and horses gathered in front of the big tent, waiting for the commander's order.

"All of you, please listen to the order. The emperor's younger brother, General Shi Chao, has already defeated the king of the East China Sea who caused chaos. His Highness King Hejian ordered you to enter Luoyang and set off immediately without delay!"

"Great, we can finally enter Luoyang."

"There must be many treasures in Luoyang City... Maybe there are also many beauties."

"..."

When they heard that they could be stationed in Luoyang, Zhang Fang's subordinates were all beaming, hungry and thirsty, but it can be imagined that wherever they passed, they were all devastated and devastated.

Xue Heng clenched his fists, and a murderous look flashed in the corner of his eyes.

After the army was reorganized and set off to march west, Ge Hong found Xue Heng while the crowd was mixed, and asked in a low voice, "What should we do now? Shall we go directly to Zhang Fang?"

Xue Heng didn't answer, and Ge Hong realized that his forehead was sweating all the time, and his expression was very painful, "Brother Xuan, you can't do this, we have to find a place——"

"...I'm fine." Xue Heng gritted his teeth, and managed to utter a word, but Ge Hong couldn't hold back, so he took out a painkiller pill and helped Xue Heng to swallow it.

Near noon, the flags on the city tower fluttered, a festive look of changing the world, the city gate was locked up the night before, it is not clear who Zhang Fang is, there is no chance of escape.

Indulging his subordinates to do whatever they want is Zhang Fang's way of making him die. To him, the people are just ants who dismiss them, no matter how they are crushed, they don't have the slightest concern.

Luoyang City was finally restored to peace and stability, and it only took one afternoon to be stirred up by Zhang Fang's men.

Except for the officials and family members with many private soldiers in the house, most of the families were ransacked, and there was a night of bitter wind and rain, with endless wailing.

The leaders of the "Eighteen Cavalry" are happy to hear that, as soon as the soldiers and bandits leave, they will follow suit. Before that, they took advantage of the white tiger gang to provoke each other every day, and they had already gained a lot of popularity, but it was not until they were desperate , there are very few people who dare to respond, and the opportunity is rare now, it can be said to be once in a thousand years.

Within a day, Ji Sang's subordinates gathered hundreds of people and began to practice at night, hoping to become famous in the first battle.

However, the power in this corner is still too weak to attract Zhang Fang's attention at all. In order to find Li Jiubai, the original owner of "Thinking Erqian Silu", he has searched inside and outside Luoyang for several days, but there is still no result. .

He has a little taste of the secrets of the Taoist sect, and although "Xian Er Qian Si Lu" is exquisite, he only has a half-knowledge of it, and he still doesn't understand it.

After many inquiries, Zhang Fang learned that Li Jiubai disappeared near the White Horse Temple 20 years ago. Taking advantage of the opportunity of being ordered to guard Luoyang, he sent someone to inquire about Li Jiubai's whereabouts in advance. There is only one sword with a strange shape.

The blade of this sword is slender, but extremely rigid. It cuts iron like mud. The dark lines on the tail of the sword are fine and complicated, and there is no meaning. See, the faces are extremely upset.

The guards at the top of the city were changed, and it became a mess again. Ge Hong looked at Xue Heng's ready-to-movement posture, and asked softly cautiously: "Brother Xuan, you don't mean to...just grab it?"

"...If your broken soup didn't give me a headache, Chengying Sword would have been in my hands long ago."

Having said that, Xue Heng is actually much better.

"It's so kind to treat you like a donkey. I won't care about any dementia or stupidity you will have in the future."

"What kind of eight treasures of yours... Zhenxin Pill, I really can't take it as a mortal. If I get some strange disease again, I'd better find a way to cure it myself, and don't bother Mr. Baopu."

"Obviously it's the Eight Treasures Zhenxin Pill, but it's a pity that there's neither a pill furnace nor medicinal materials here, otherwise you'll be so yang, Fang—"

"Mr. Baopu, let's keep it for himself. I'm a mortal, and I can't bear your panacea."

Xue Heng's complexion turned around, and the corners of his slightly pursed mouth became bloody, adding a little smoke and fire, and he looked no longer as pale and frightening as before.

Feng Liyuan got the news of Zhang Fang's move in, and wanted to go to the door early, but Zhang Fang's subordinates were causing more troubles, and he couldn't bear to sit back and watch, so he could only forcefully hold down his impulsive thoughts, and led a team of more than a dozen people Running around, pressing down on the ground and beating violently when encountering a fool, it really frightened a lot of timid soldiers and bandits.

The rest of Ji Sang's squad suffered casualties every time they went on patrol, only Feng Liyuan's subordinates were able to return with full arms and legs. The name is getting louder and louder.

"A brat, can you make you so embarrassed?"

Zhang Fang's scalp was numb from the annoyance of the people who came to complain one after another. He planned to go out in person to meet this invincible "Brother Nineteen".

The beginning of autumn has passed, the sky is clear, and the unbearable heat is gone, Feng Liyuan is still full of energy even after rectifying the soldiers and bandits in more than a dozen streets.

"Brother Nineteen, here... seems to be the last piece, no one has come for an hour, should we still keep it?"

"Wait another half an hour. We returned too early yesterday. It's not like you didn't miss Brother Shi's expression."

"That's right, Big Brother Shi has a bad temper, and recently—"

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful... Brother Nineteen, someone is coming over there."

"Hide first."

Feng Liyuan slanted his body into the crack of the wall, tilted his head and scanned the sides, "Why are there so many people?"

"Brother Nineteen, should we run away quickly... or..."

Before the servant who followed Feng Liyuan finished speaking, he was already proposed to have his head chopped off.

In a rage, Feng Liyuan rushed out from the gap in the wall, Zhang Fang rode on the horse, looked down at Feng Liyuan condescendingly, and thought to himself: "It's just such a nondescript guy who killed so many brothers? How could it be... "

With the long | halberd in hand, Zhang Fang was the first to catch the crowd, stabbing towards him before dismounting, Feng Liyuan dodged left and right, every time saved the day, and the little servant who was still frightened by the side just now made a gesture of applauding in an instant .

It's a pity that Feng Liyuan is restrained at every step at this time, which is completely different from the indifferent freehand brushwork he pretended, "This guy's style of play is so strange, it's all messed up, it's obviously random, why did he go around half a circle... to the right It was by surprise that he turned to the left..."

Zhang Fang's one move after another was completely different from the opponents Feng Liyuan was used to in the past. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and always escaped danger, but the saber in his hand was really not very handy, and he couldn't exert the power it should have.

"What is this kid's plan? To drag it down to this... Do you still want to hide something?"

Zhang Fang became more and more comfortable, forcing Feng Liyuan to retreat steadily, and was about to poke Feng Liyuan's throat, when suddenly a sword light came through the air.

Feng Liyuan himself was caught off guard when he lost and recovered at a critical moment, let alone Zhang Fang who thought he was about to succeed, the two of them were stunned at the same time, looking at the sword stuck on the wall together.

"This sword...why is it here?" Zhang Fang was very confused. He had played with this sword half a moment ago and hung it on his waist, waiting to raise his hand to touch it. It was too late to grab Feng Liyuan.

Feng Liyuan drew his sword and slashed without thinking about the cause and effect. He was suppressed too much by Zhang Fang before, and finally he couldn't remember to hide his strength and bide his time.

Zhang Fang barely escaped by leaning back violently, and the next move "Dragon Dive into the Sea" had to fall off his horse to block it.

Zhang Fang thought, if he continues with this momentum, he won't need to go back and forth ten times, he will kill Feng Liyuan, he hurriedly shouted, hundreds of armored and sharp warriors suddenly appeared in all directions, surrounding Feng Liyuan live.

"Boy, your swordsmanship, but—" Zhang Fang just wanted to ask again, Feng Liyuan jumped to the roof several feet away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"...It turns out that the descendants of 'Feng Zhishui' are still alive in the world, and it was in vain for me to find them, but I came across them without any trouble..."

Zhang Fang looked at Feng Liyuan's Yuandun's back, and raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smug look.

After Zhang Fang's soldiers and horses withdrew one after another, Xue Heng and Ge Hong came out from the corner not far away.

"Brother Feng's swordsmanship, it seems that he has indeed entered the state of salamander, but his inner strength is too shallow to use the 'power to turn mountains and rivers' of Zhishui hero..."

Before Ge Hong could sigh a few more words, Xue Heng interrupted coldly: "Idiot."

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