Luo Yan Hu does not return

When Feng Liyuan went out to practice swords, he always chose a hidden place with verdant vegetation, and was bumped into by people twice, one time was Xue Heng, and the other time was Wang Sanshui the day before yesterday.

Feng Liyuan and Wang Sanshui met for the first time at Wang Dun's mansion, and Wang Dun explained the origin of their names before they could hide it. There is compensation, so he has not taken this person to heart for a long time.

This day, when Feng Liyuan came back from sword practice, he happened to catch a glimpse of Wang Sanshui on the way. He looked gloomy, staring straight ahead at a long train of horses, not sure what his intention was.

Feng Liyuan's memory of the inexplicable meeting before was still fresh, and he was curious for a while, and followed him from a distance of more than ten feet, wanting to find out.

It wasn't until he saw several familiar faces, all of whom were Zhang Fang's disguised subordinates, that Feng Liyuan finally understood what Wang Sanshui was planning.

An unforgettable defeat three years ago still left a knot in Feng Liyuan's heart, otherwise, according to his past temperament, he would have pierced Zhang Fang with a single sword. He wanted to kill to stop the disaster, but when troubled times come again, killing one person is just a drop in the bucket. By the time he figured it out, he had already wasted years of youth, and it was too late to regret it.

And this Wang Sanshui, not to mention the late start of martial arts, according to what A Yuan said, the practice was so-so, I don't know where the courage came to take risks, Feng Liyuan could only stare intently, Zhang Fang is best dead, dead If not, we have to get him out as soon as possible, so as not to cause any trouble for Wang Dun again.

Wang Sanshui chose the right timing. While Zhang Fang was in a daze, he threw out the swallow-shaped dart in his hand. Feng Liyuan could see it clearly from lying on the roof. Although his wrist was not strong enough, the angle was not bad at all. Applause.

Unexpectedly, the weather was unfavorable. Just when the dart was going up, there was a gust of wind, and the tip of the dart was lightly pressed down.

"This unlucky boy, why is he even more unlucky than me..."

Feng Liyuan was so angry that he scratched his ears and cheeks, so he had to jump a few times and ran to a roof within Zhang Fang's field of vision, only then did Zhang Fang catch a glimpse of it, and led away a long group of masked dead men who were good at flying over eaves and walls.

Wang Sanshui hid under the low wall and shivered, the voices of horses and horses gradually became inaudible, so he stood up and said in a low voice, "Just now... who will save me?"

Even if A Yuan is counted among the masters he knows, he still can't make up a single hand, "Could it be... Brother Xuan Zhu?" Wang Sanshui recalled the person he lost last time, and he felt even more unhappy, dragging his feet listlessly, Go slower and slower on the street.

Feng Liyuan circled around the city several times, there were still three or five dead men who could not get rid of them, and they were all led into a narrow alley by him.

Feng Liyuan propped his hands on the ground, stood upside down at the end of the alley, and shouted to the dead men who came: "The most proud move of 'Zhishui Hero' back then was actually not 'Turning the Mountains and Rivers'—"

Originally thought that Feng Liyuan's skill is so good, he should have a bit of a heroic demeanor, but the posture he posed was weird, and he even said a word that he didn't understand. The few dead men paused for a long time before setting up their bow|crossbow , all aimed at Feng Liyuan's lower body.

"I know, that guy must be alive, it's much easier to handle."

If he avoids the torso and head, with his legwork and no obstacles on the ground, the first few arrows will definitely miss. After a round of shooting, it will take time to replace the arrow|arrow, and it will be his turn to sweep the sword. Only by attacking those who are not prepared can no fish slip through the net.

Unexpectedly, what was shot out of the bow | crossbow was not a sharp arrow, but an extremely strong cable net. Feng Liyuan's original idea of ​​"seeing the light without a shadow" was so bad that only one piece was scratched, and the whole person became a person who was waiting to be washed. The rice dumpling stuffing rolled into the rice dumpling leaves by itself, and was tightly bound by the net.

Being so stupid, it would be too far-fetched to say that he could have a relationship with "Feng Zhishui". Several dead men in black looked at each other with contempt, leaving the one who looked the least. Patiently, he took the end of the rope that bound Feng Liyuan.

The others climbed up to the sky step by step, only this one stayed on the ground and murmured. Although Feng Liyuan was embarrassed, he didn't panic. After all, he was used to danger in the past. , and laughed at himself from time to time, and his expression was quite comfortable.

After walking around for a while, Feng Liyuan realized that they were not going to Zhang Fang in the west at all, but were getting closer and closer to Longwei Lane in the east of the city where Shibaqi was.

"Zichuan, why are you here?"

Feng Liyuan paused suddenly, pulling the black clothes in front of him staggeringly, the black clothes finally turned around and took off the black cloth covering his face.

"Where is A-Heng... Where did you leave A-Heng?"

A few months was enough for Ge Hong to run back and forth, Feng Liyuan blurted out involuntarily, suddenly felt out of proportion, and suddenly lost his voice.

Ge Hong lowered his head and loosened the rope net, turning a deaf ear to Feng Liyuan's question.

"If it wasn't for Xiaoxuanxuan who caused me to be detained here, you still have to suffer today with this stick..." Ge Hong just thought about it, but didn't open his mouth. Defeng Liyuan was confused and didn't dare to ask questions casually.

"Okay, brother Feng, let's go quickly, remember to change your clothes, those people might not be able to kill the carbine, and we will be safe if we divide into two groups."

Feng Liyuan froze in place, watching Ge Hong rush up to the roof twice, neither the joy of escape from death nor the excitement of reuniting after a long absence, the panic he owed just now finally squeezed into his heart, and instantly exploded in his brain flowers.

He was distraught for a while, and angry for a while, and the two sides began to compete, and he had already walked back to the dilapidated courtyard in Longwei Lane without knowing it.

"Nineteenth Brother, you are finally back. Brother Ji Sang has been looking for you for a long time, and his face seems to be not right. Be careful when you go in later..."

Shi Le thought it was tactful enough, but seeing Feng Liyuan's silence, he felt that he was not kind enough, so he slapped Feng Liyuan on the shoulder.

This palm almost killed Feng Liyuan.

"Nineteenth brother, are you okay?" Feng Liyuan stared back, finally came back to his senses, waved his hand and said, "Thank you...Brother Shi, I'm fine."

"You look like this, can you be scolded?"

Ji Sang never scolded people dirty, Shi Le learned the most, but he didn't learn anything, now he actually cared about Feng Liyuan, even he himself felt awkward.

This day's bad luck came one after another, at least I witnessed the iron tree blooming once, Feng Liyuan put on his usual expression, and said with a smile: "Brother Shi and I finally have the same disease, and when we come out, let's compare the skills of going left and right, see Let's see who is stronger."

Shi Le looked at Feng Liyuan's back-to-back appearance, and knew that he had got rid of the serious problem, so he ignored the teasing words, turned around and walked aside, and continued to practice boxing with his head down.

"Brother Xian, do you...do you despise elder brother for being useless, and you haven't started trouble after so long, and want to go out and set up your own family?"

Ji Sangla's family is generally calm, and it makes people feel that the storm is about to come. Feng Liyuan bowed and said: "How could elder brother make such assumptions? Not only am I not as good as others, but I am also poor. -"

"That's enough. Who doesn't know that Old Nineteen is so good at fighting with fists and kicks that he doesn't have time to talk to you here. Do you know that Zhang Fang, that traitor, almost set the imperial city on fire today!"

Feng Liyuan took a breath and exclaimed, "What is he doing?"

He only knew that Zhang Fang was leaving Luoyang in a hurry, but he could not have guessed that the man was so bold that he ignored the guards and private soldiers in the city and took the imperial city captive at night.

"The group of soldiers and bandits were not many in number, but they were very strange. Hundreds of people couldn't stop them, but for some reason they suddenly changed their minds, lit a corner of dry firewood and left. Later, they sent people back, and only Ledi led them. Come to rescue, if they hadn't gone and never returned, waiting for all the brothers to get in, today...you can only rush back to collect the corpse!"

"Little brother knows his mistake, don't dare to—"

Before Feng Liyuan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ji Sang.

"Ledi thinks that I protect you because I don't care about your ability, so I don't dare to do anything to you. Do you also feel that I can't accommodate you in my eighteen miles, so I wanted to climb to another height, and I left ?”

Feng Liyuan's day was full of ups and downs, and his mood was difficult to calm down. He heard that Ji Sang also felt jealous of him, and even secretly hated him, but his anger was just slapped away by Shi Le's palm. Easy, just bowed his head and didn't answer.

Ji Sang thought that Feng Liyuan had a lot to say, so he would rush to make an excuse at this time, but he seemed to be sincerely repentant, and he didn't show the slightest resistance, and felt that his guessing was a bit too much, so he said slowly: "We will soon I’m going north, if there’s no more trouble, let the brothers lose their morale, I won’t waste my time, if I want to go or stay...you go back and think about it yourself, fourth brother, let’s go.”

Seeing Ji Sang sent away to the camp, Feng Liyuan thought more and more, "Brother Ji Sang treats me so generously, how can I please him? But wait for them to raise their troops, isn't it another incident?" What a disaster, how can this be good..."

Although he believed that Director Wang was far-sighted, he did not dare to underestimate the courageous and brave men among the Eighteen Horsemen, especially Shi Le and Ji Sang.

Suddenly, a shadow floated up from the bottom of my heart.

"Ah Xuan... If it were you, you would definitely not be as hesitant as I am. Maybe you can pinch two fingers and you will know who is the master who can hold the sword..."

If that person is still there, he can just concentrate on practicing the sword, and don't need to worry about the impermanence of which is strong or weak, which is right or wrong, let alone get stuck in the cracks and sway left and right like he is now.

Feng Liyuan thought about it, and fell into a lot of confusion and loss again, "Speaking of Zhichuan... when will he return to Luoyang? He can hide among Zhang Fang's dead men to save people, hasn't he been hiding for a long time? There is that prescription, the fire is already lit, why did he suddenly stop for no reason? What did He Yanshu think, and come out to seek death by relying on that little trick..."