Riling Up The Jianghu

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Almost one timetable is changed from the number of teams to the number of each team, and then from the number of rotations to the transfer time. The current team was reduced to seven, but instead of being tense, the original team was divided into two, which were more dispersed and more fully on duty.

Rong Luoyun made a detailed inspection, and returned to the other party, and asked, "When is this watch lined up?"

Disciple replied: "Last night I needed to be transferred out, and Brother Du Zhong arranged for the night."

There are many disciples. Both the disaster relief work and the normal operation of the palace are involved, and a new watch here is lined up overnight. Rong Luoyun asked more: "What about Du Zhongren?"

Disciple replied: "Brother Du Zhong was working hard all day and was sleeping in Qianjitang."

Rong Luoyun nodded, no longer asking, and went forward holding the lamp.

He acted and thought. At first, he recruited masters for Xu Zheng's position. He only looked at martial arts, not the other. Right now, giving things is done well. It seems that Du Zhong is quite capable of commanding, and I don't know what to do alone.

He gave affirmation in his heart, but hummed in his mouth, leaving a string of dissatisfaction in Yu Changjie. Junlang is Junlang, capable is competent, but it's too big and small, and things that go beyond the rules are almost endless.

Moreover, he is used to rewarding sweet dates. If he wants to play drums, he will show his best tricks. If he begs, he will regret it. If he falls into the water, he will catch fish ... It's not clear what piles are like. Luo Yun's body friend.

Unconsciously stepping out of the palace gate, and gradually approaching the giving office, more and more victims are going around. The formerly unused Moutz soil steps are now filled with dang.

Rong Luoyun reached the place, raised his forefinger slightly and reached a "shh" between his lips, and stopped the disciples' greetings.

At the foot of the mountain was a large bonfire, which lit up the dark night. He looked up and looked at it. The thick clouds in the night sky covered the stars and the moon, and it was estimated that there would be rain tomorrow.

Without looking, he first heard the change, and he glanced at the entrance to the barracks.

The soldiers in the army did their best, holding the torches in their hands, and blasted the victims of the rest of the camp away. It was not enough to push and shove, and they thought that they were trying to capture the enemy. Rong Luoyun approached step by step, counting in the mouth, stepping to the wide area of ​​Yingkou to "43".

"You kicked forty-three people," he asked quietly, "what's the matter?"

Captain Wei said, "Whether the barracks is heavy enough to allow refugees to get in the way, if you die, you can go elsewhere!"

Rong Luoyun laughed: "It was full before the sky was clear, and it was only after dark that the Yingkou was cleared out. So good, can you be a bunch of turtle kings?"

The disciples of the extraordinary palace worked hard for a day, and at this moment they were exhausted, and the army dared to make trouble. The captain suffered a shame and shame, and took the lead to draw the sword, and the victims were like a bird of surprise.

Rong Luoyun converged with a smile: "My disciples are working hard today and don't make trouble with you. I want to be active."

Su Ri's well water does not commit river water, the soldiers are difficult to suppress the bandits, and the bandits ignore the soldiers. At this moment, the needlepoint is unexpected to Mai Mang. Du Wei drew his sword, and the students in the camp dealt with Rong Luoyun. Moreover, even if Rong Yunyun had no weapon, he could not make it out even if he had a trick.

Still confronting each other, Rong Luoyun lost his patience first: "Let's wear it up!" The lantern stood up and was surrounded by the soldiers of Chao Chao at one moment. He circulated among them, chanting in his mouth, and knocked down two layers after ten moves.

The torches were dancing, and some fell to the ground and turned into a fire. Rong Luoyun was light like a swallow, his armour stroked his armor, and he wounded nearly half of the soldiers with Rou Ke. The yarn lamp shook, the red candle inside fell, and the lamp became a fireball.

Using this as a device, he waved vigorously: "Tell you to try the Cloud Sword Technique!"

A total of forty-three moves were made, not many points.

The crowd changed, and fled towards the camp, but he turned around suddenly, and the flaming fire glowed with a thick smile, and said slyly and scornfully: "I can't help but scare, a bunch of rice buckets."

He captured the captain and moved to the bonfire to throw people into the flame.

Not far away, Huo Linfeng had just woke up, hugged his elbows in the dark, and watched Rong Yun crying Du Wei alive. After begging for mercy, Rong Luoyun seemed satisfied, slammed the man, and stomped on it again.

Huo Linfeng couldn't help but caressing his chest, white shoes, thin and narrow feet, but it hurt very much.

Rong Luoyun shouted: "I don't know the sky is high, and you think Huo Linfeng is coming to Xiganling, you can be as good as the strong soldiers of Saibei?" He looked down and looked at the heavenly imperial palace. ,Humph!"

Huo Linfeng thought secretly, what does "hum" mean?

A group of birds and beasts scattered, and the lantern-containing lamp burned to leave the skeleton empty, and had to be thrown into the bonfire. Once I raised my eyes, I saw Huo Linfeng in the shadows, faint and difficult to determine.

He shouted again and again, feeling embarrassed for no reason, and there was a bunch of lotus in his mind.

Huo Linfeng strode toward him, but he was ashamed when he awoke, leaving only calmness. One step away, next to the opposing fireworks, each other described each other clearly.

They moved their ears at the same time, and heard a faint "benevolent".

The boy hugs the girl, the old man holds his staff, and the allies gather in the alley. In the daytime, I was looking for Rongyun and thanked him, but I never saw it. I saw it at the moment, but I saw the bodhisattva's benefactor as an enemy, and he was afraid to come forward.

Rong Luoyun half-turned and stared, framed the eyes of a man, woman, old and young, thinking: "This porridge can only cure the symptoms, you still have to find a place to settle in as soon as possible."

Everyone understood that the girl clenched the teenager's neck and whispered, "Don't go back, go back to live ..."

Rong Luoyun asked: "How is the situation in Hanzhou?"

The boy replied: "Every day people starve to death, and the people have to leave their homes in order to survive."

Rong Luoyun wondered: "Hanzhou is prosperous. If there is a disaster, there must be a disaster. Anyway, can it support most of it?"

The young man shook his head: "Without concealing benefactors, there is no cloth shed in Hanzhou City, and no water or rice has been seen." After choking for a while, "the grains were peeled layer by layer and swallowed clean. How many people have lost their home for a bowl of rice. "

Rong Luoyun said "Oh" and asked, "Who is Zhizhou?"

The boy replied: "Jia Yanxi, he is the cousin of the prime minister." The character of the Qing Dynasty, the boy whispered quietly, quietly around him.

Rong Luoyun shouted: "When the prime minister ... Chen Ruoyin." The low tone of the word is light, and the **** is thinking, as if thinking of an old man. He turned around and walked. After Huo Linfeng's meal, he probed again, dragging his waistband a few steps.

Huo Linfeng was afraid that his waistband would spread and go to nowhere, holding Rong Luoyun's wrist. Rong Luoyun turned his face to look at him, drew a hand, and shook him: "Du Zhong, giving things well."

He nodded: "The palace owner is satisfied."

Rong Luoyun said, "But I'm not satisfied again."

Huo Linfeng stared: "Say."

Rong Luoyun pulled out his hand and just lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were cold enough to frost at this moment. "I'll leave it to you again." He chirped like a knife. "Let's leave the night and go to Hanzhou to investigate."

Huo Linfeng took the lead and immediately returned to the extraordinary palace to prepare. Taking seven or eight steps, Rong Luoyun called him behind: "Du Zhong, hurry up and return."

He said, "I go back and forth in a hurry, and come back tomorrow night."

A good foal and a water sac, Huo Linfeng set out on the road. It was difficult to walk through the forest at night, and he galloped north on a flat official road, the moon moved stars, and the spring wind was expected to blow all night.

The closer you get to Hanzhou, the worse the situation becomes. A few dozen miles away will face a large number of victims. The sky was bright, and he made a long cry to reach outside the city of Hanzhou. The gate of the city opened. The crowd was like a corpse.

Huo Linfeng dragged his horses into the city, and the bustling main streets of the past were bleak. Every family was closed, and the air was filled with starvation and rot. He found outside the government house, and suddenly thought that he was on the battlefield, corpses were everywhere, and the blood like puddles had dried up.

Each corpse was cut across with a single knife, and the manoeuvre came from a person who was determined to be a master. He didn't stay for a long time, and went to the east of the city to find Jia Yan's mansion. There was a large area of ​​Zhu Xi Biwa.

Huo Linfeng watched for a moment, Shenlong flew into the house invisible.

He was rushing into a courtyard and saw the two men by the lake.

Three hundred miles to the south, a thick cloud floated over the Xiganling, and two muffled thunders rolled up. Rong Luoyun was locked in the study, and the rabbit's shoulders remained intact.

It's going to rain, and the disciples who came to deliver lunch are very anxious.

When the rain came up, the half-covered window shouted into the wind, and Rong Yunyun's pen tipped him out. It was very cold and anxious to think, Did Eucommia bring a robe? After finishing that sentence, I couldn't help but think again, the road in rainy days is difficult, can Haishi return?

It took him half a column of incense to finish writing, set aside his pen, and walked under the eaves to eat. Two dishes, one bowl of ravioli, only watching Guanyu, half a ravioli, only took a bite.

Rong Luoyun was too lazy to enter the room, and slept against the beam and slept.

The rain was getting heavier, and the hour was dripping, and even the dark clouds covered the sunset, and the night passed through the dusk. Waiting for Rongyun to wake up, the lunch box for lunch has become supper, and it is too late.

He got up and went back to the house, put on a cold cloak, carried a lamp, and returned to sit under the eaves. An hour passed, he stepped on the gravel with an umbrella, and walked slowly to the door of Anonymous House.

It was over, it was over, he hung up the small door and walked forward.

To Yan Cangtai, here is empty, suddenly felt the rain and wind mad. He went to the Qiankun Bureau in the northwest corner and silently set up a stand in the heavy rain to kill the hour.

It was very cold, Rong Luoyun continued to walk, and gradually came to the long street. It's already time, should Du Zhong return? He was thinking so far behind the third door, where the leeward was a little warmer.

The rain was fine in front of the lamp, he stared, stood, waiting.

After the hour, when it enters the child, it splashes down when it rains, knocking the oil-paper umbrella lightly. Tick-tick-tick, the fish hides under the lotus, the man hides under the eaves, and he blindly slaps behind the door.

When ugly, Rong Luoyun was about to pinch the lamp handle.

At this moment a distant horseshoe sound came from the torrential rain.

Huo Linfeng returned to the bottom of Lengsang Mountain, and he spent three hundred miles without a break, and his whole body was as cold as ice. "Open the door!" When he arrived outside the palace, he shouted, the outer door opened, and he rushed in, breaking a piece of dark and cold.

The first sub-door re-opened, and the second, until the third door opened in the distance, a warm yellow candle glowed in the corner.

"Yoo!" He hurried off the horse, the wet clothes splashed with splashes of water, and the rain ran wildly along his forehead. Striding closer, he paused suddenly to see that the person in the corner was Rong Luoyun.

Rong Luoyun held the lamp, held an umbrella, and stared at him with a calm face.

"The lord of the palace." He stepped forward boldly, and stepped under the umbrella, "the wind and the rain, beware of cold."

Rong Luoyun whispered: "Then you will not come back earlier."

Huo Linfeng stretched out his hand: "Subordinates keep their promises.

The two walked deep into the extraordinary palace. The road was long and dark, and the sound of rain covered the sound of breathing. Huo Linfeng supported the umbrella, Rong Luoyun raised the lantern, and the horses along the way obediently followed.

A gust of wind came, and the horse's tail was swinging.

Rong Luoyun's hair brushed Huo Linfeng's wet clothes.

Rong Luoyun's surroundings, the fence, ginkgo trees, and two or three futons seemed to be all right. He approached slowly, and Yu Guang swept to Dongying's cage, and said a while later: "I will not be allowed to break in when I am away."