Luo Yan Hu does not return

"Brother Xuan, walk slowly!"

Since Xue Heng completely healed his headache, his feet became more brisk and agile.

Previously, in order to torment Feng Liyuan, Ge Hong deliberately pretended to be totally incapable of doing light work, but he was actually the best among them, the best among Jindan sect disciples, who would have thought it would be difficult for him to keep up with Xue Heng.

The two entered an inn one after the other, Ge Hong was panting heavily, unable to utter a complete sentence, but seeing Xue Heng's expression not changing, he was full of spirits and drank the waiter, ordering food and serving wine , as if she had transformed into a wealthy and powerful rich young dude.

"You are..." Seeing the delicious delicacies on the table, Ge Hong was terrified. Like Feng Liyuan, he was a poor prodigal who was used to eating bran and swallowing vegetables. He had never seen such a well-arranged battle.

"Zhichuan, let's meet again after a long absence. My end is full of troubles. I really feel sorry for you. This table...is an apology."

"We are gentlemen who only care about our emotions. If you have the intention, I will take it. Why spend so much money?"

"I'm going back to Jiangzuo."

"This—I..."

"Can you help me hide it from my brother?"

Ge Hong weighed it for a while, and just when he had time to speak, Xue Heng suddenly raised the wine bowl in front of him and drank it down in one gulp.

"Brother Xuan, what do you mean...you want to go alone?"

Xue Heng looked suspiciously at Ge Hong, poured another bowl full of wine, and slammed down his stomach.

"I'm not worried about you...I'm afraid—"

"You just don't trust me. Not long ago, you were so stupid, but now you just look sober, and you can't change back halfway, right?"

"I'm not--"

"Don't think too much, I've made up my mind. Brother Jundao, I've already made it clear in the letter, please trouble Mr. Baopu to help me go."

Xue Heng took out an envelope from his lapel, and slammed it on the table, as if he was quite drunk.

"If that person finds him, how will he explain it then?"

"At present, the situation is rising again, and the mountains and rivers are uncertain. If he really wants to fulfill the long-cherished wish of the hero Zhishui, how can he miss a useless fool? Don't worry... Even if he really comes, you just leave, why bother with him?" Entanglement?"

"You're right, but... why are you following me? Doesn't it matter who goes?"

"...Who is it that Mr. Baopu is an apostle of the world, does not seek fame and fortune, and is not an official?"

"Oh, dare I become an idler, so I will let you do whatever you want?"

"...You can eat more food, and you can't talk nonsense. Mr. Baopu doesn't wash the old meat that has been piled up for several months. I can't stand the beastly behavior of 'doing whatever you want'."

Xue Heng's bowl was bottomed out again, and his face was not red.

It was common for the two to quarrel, and Ge Hong used to be frustrated often, and the grudge had been accumulated for a long time.

After seeing each other for three years, Xue Heng first acted like a fool for a few days, and then lost his temper for several days due to headaches. Finally, he was willing to retaliate. Going to start over.

Compared with the debauchery at this end, Feng Liyuan's life can be said to be difficult.

Let's not talk about Shi Le's reluctance, but only talk about the Chengying Sword that came across the sky that day. Although there are people in the "Eighteen Riders" who have seen the world, it can be seen that this sword is just simple in shape, not a magic weapon. drop.

But Feng Liyuan pretended to be ignorant, causing a group of people to guess wildly, and they followed Feng Liyuan for a few days to probe their brains, saying that they wanted to be contaminated with the spirit of the sword, which made people laugh and cry .

And Zhang Fang was even more impatient with Feng Liyuan's bait, but fortunately, in order to gain his own benefits, he never announced it to the public, but he only hid in the dark and stumbled, leaving Feng Liyuan a little room to breathe .

The "Nineteenth Brother", whom Ji Sang valued very much, had a bad time in the past and frequently hit the wall. Shi Le guarded the cloud and saw the moon, and shouldered the heavy burden of guarding the southeast Twelfth Street.

On this day, Shi Le led a dozen people around and around, and finally plucked up the courage to go back to the entrance of a narrow alley.

There used to be a lot of people gathered here, but they have suffered many disasters recently, and it is now empty. Feng Liyuan came several times, and returned again and again. According to him, there are evil spirits here, and anyone who comes close will Lost in mind and mind, killing and hacking like a madman.

The boy next to him leaned in, but failed to notice anything unusual, "Lao Shizi Chou Nineteen is really unreliable, foolish bastards don't have eyes, they followed the wrong person, brother, don't be as knowledgeable as them."

Shi Le would not refuse this kind of sycophant, so he glanced coldly and motioned him to go ahead.

When more than a dozen people had all reached the end of the alley, a white mist suddenly swept in, attracting a little fragrance, Shi Le shouted: "Cover your mouth and nose, don't move around!"

But only a strange flute sound was heard.

The eyes, mouth, ears, and nose are all confused, obviously someone did it deliberately, Shi Le thought to himself: "The Han people's bastards are definitely not a good thing, this ghost place...he must have tricked me..."

Shi Le leveled like thunder, and suddenly shouted, "Grandpa Shi knows who you are, come out quickly, and spare you!"

It turned out that this situation and this scene were the "Qiqin Chasing the Wind" that Zhang Fang moved out from "Thinking of Thousands of Thoughts", and Shi Le drank it deafeningly, and the piccolo in his hand was startled, and the eyes of the array were smashed.

"Why is this man..." The day before yesterday, he was only one step away from getting it. He didn't want Shi Le to hit him by mistake, making Zhang Fang think that some kind of Taoist master came, and hid where he was, not daring to move.

When the white mist gradually dissipated, Shi Le realized that he was the only one standing there at the moment, and he had been concentrating on how to expose Feng Liyuan when he went back. After passing all the tricks, he is still as awake as when he came.

"Hard your head and grandson, come out quickly. Grandpa Shi will bring you back and let Big Brother Jisang deal with it fairly. He will never add fuel to the picture."

Hearing this, Zhang Fang kept speculating in his mind, "A few days ago... it seems that someone did mention that when I met such a weird Taoist who called himself 'Grandpa' outside the city, could it be that Ji Sang wins over him?"

After thinking about it, Zhang Fang was even more timid, nestling at the base of the wall holding his breath.

Without the guidance of the flute, the fallen minions regained their sanity one by one. Seeing that the fog cleared, the one who took the lead before hurriedly shouted: "Brother is really amazing, he broke the maze with his own strength, Brother Nineteen! How dare you compete with the sun and the moon if you are a coward? Brothers have all testified, go back and explain it to brother Jisang!"

The rest of the servants were at a loss, seeing Shi Le's helpful expression, they echoed one after another: "Speak clearly!"

Chengying Sword has already been obtained, Feng Liyuan could have escaped early, but after thinking about it carefully, if he returns to Wang Dun's mansion, there must be a group of people drinking and having fun, no matter who is in control of the court, Wang Dun can get away with it The wind is booming, but he is too indifferent to watch the fire from the other side, and he will definitely not be allowed to come in and out freely, and beat Zhang Fang's omnipotent subordinates.

"Hero Zhishui even abandons his wife and son in order to save people. His son can't be so decisive, but he can't fall too far behind..."

The men on both sides made him sweat profusely. Shi Le's words in the daytime failed to take effect, and he was still staring at him not far away. Recalling the figure of his father in his memory.

The ancestor of the Feng family went to Xiangjian and met many knight-errant swordsmen. Gradually, he learned the strengths of all the families and compiled a set of swordsmanship called "Shen Yuan". In hundreds of years, only one person has been to the realm of flowing water, but he died young and failed to achieve the great cause of being unique in martial arts.

Feng Qinghuan, Feng Liyuan's father, is extremely talented. He has already entered the realm of Zhishui when he was born, so people in the world call him "Feng Zhishui" or "Heroes of Zhishui". Unexpectedly, Feng Liyuan is 15 years old. That year, he died suddenly and unexpectedly.

That day, a villager who went up the mountain to cut firewood inadvertently sighed, "If the Xuanhu is dead, how can the still water come out?" Only then did Feng Liyuan find out—"Feng Zhishui" had passed away three months ago.

Separated from his mother when he was a baby, sheltered and withered before he was an adult, and abandoned on Sumen Mountain for five years... One after another, natural disasters and man-made disasters accumulated in the heart of the 15-year-old boy, congealed into a ball of ice that could not be melted, and finally formed With an irreversible impulse, let go of the only concern in my heart, and leave without saying goodbye.

Since then, all parties have been tossed and turned, and the truth to be pursued has become more and more confusing. What I thought was an unshakable ambition has also gone further and further away from the original idea.

After a few years, the people who missed him died and fled, leaving him alone to wander around. After a long time, the energy for dreaming was exhausted, and he only thought about enlisting in the army and finding a battlefield to wrap his body in horse leather.

It wasn't until he went to Jiangzuo and met "Langya Xiaohe" and "Jiangzuo Guanzhong" that he regained his strength and believed that one day, he would finally be able to witness his big dream come true.

"Since ancient times, there are few heroes who live long, so they are eager to want it, but they are usually angry, but how can the world be controlled by you alone? You are not the only one who is helpless? At least you still have a skill, no matter how you fall. Tumble, self-protection is always safe, what do you think about those who have nothing? If you doze off tomorrow, 'Nineteenth Brother' will really become 'Stinky Nineteenth'..."

Feng Liyuan squeezed out a bit of tiredness, and fell asleep forcibly amidst the thunderous snoring, and the next day he was finally in good spirits, without the previous frown.

Isn't that right, after picking up a baby that fell from the sky, and being sued by someone, you should eat and sleep, and everyone should be happy, why is this "brother nineteen" so cold-faced, don't see A little joy?

Mostly there are too many good things, too much to react to.

"Brother Shi, you misremembered here again, you should pick first and then cut—"

"You have to take care of this and that in a fight. You Han people have too many rules and regulations. You haven't figured it out yourself, and you insist on leading people into the ditch."

"Even if we have a lot of rules and regulations, we can't just throw away the way that the predecessors broke through? Even if we don't know whether it is right or wrong, as long as we don't lose it, future generations will still have a chance to distinguish it. If we throw it all away and start from scratch , wouldn't it be more troublesome?"

"...I really don't understand, it's just teaching boxing, why is it so far away, pick first and then cut... and then-"

As soon as he saw Feng Liyuan, Shi Le was filled with unexplainable anger—he had too many secrets, but Ji Sang never listened to his advice, and regarded this "Nineteenth Brother" of unknown origin as a guest of honor, and even Repeatedly pressed myself to treat each other with courtesy.

However, Feng Liyuan really had no reservations about teaching boxing. After getting along for a few days, Shi Le's doubts did not diminish but increased, "This nineteenth brother, although his words are sour and stereotyped, in his bones... it seems that he really doesn't care. There are so many twists and turns, everything I think is written on my face, I can't see any foresight, let alone any ambition... Is there really a straight hero in this world who is full of thinking about saving his life..."

If he was so naive, how could he be familiar with those cold-blooded ultimate moves?

"I'm afraid that he's pretending to be fake and pretending to be flawless. This 'Eagle Claw Binding Tiger Fist', maybe... it's trying to harm me. The most feared thing is madness. I'd better be careful..."