Riling Up The Jianghu

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Who is that?

Who can't guess or figure out?

Living in a different garden, and then looking at the clothes, he is an extraordinary disciple. It is estimated that he is one of the palace masters. He was meticulous, Diao Yuliang was still young, could it be Rong Luoyun?

Suddenly, a team of disciples came on duty not far away, and Huo Linfeng heard the sound and turned to Houshan to leave. Lengsang Mountain was so lonely and cold that he stumbled with a little inattention, but he continued to remember the situation again.

The entertainer said that his sister is a concubine and his younger brother is a Kou.

Rong Luoyun's sister-in-law is Zhao Huailou's Hua Kui, which shows that she looks beautiful and fragrant in nature. Then, from this, Rong Yunyun's posture must not be casual.

At the foot of the mountain, the inn should go north, but Huo Linfeng settled and headed for the long river to the west.

Near the ugly river, Chaomulou was brighter than daylight, and the gate was open, and the guests were like a tide and a boat. Coincidentally, the song and dance day said by the store is tonight, and there is endless singing, and the dancer puts on a waist for half a night.

Waves of turbulent crowds, the weak crown of the year to the old man, all fluttered blowing a wide-sleeved fragrance. Ying Yingyan called, the horns were sour, but the fourth floor alone was a bit lonely.

This is the upper room, with flower windows, bamboo curtains, and a white figure rushing into the room. He landed quietly, and took the futon, familiarly, and walked to the side of the bed to light a tricolor light.

Only one, dark, far from the outside lights. The man didn't click, and opened the cabinet, picked a piece of barberry incense, and lit it into a small copper furnace. After finishing his work, he moved to the bed and sat down gently.

The outside sounded confusing, he was quiet, like he came to the wrong place. For a while, Lotus stepped forward, pushing the door with her arms, revealing Zhang Guoguo's face: "falling clouds, when did you arrive?"

The woman in question was Zhao Kuilou, Rong Duanyu, and the seat of the extraordinary palace was Rong Luoyun, the master of the second palace.

"Just lit the lamp," Rong Luoyun owed, "Here you come so fast, have you been staring?"

Rong Duanyu laughed, why did the smelly man underneath matter to his brother? She was gone, and Nana's, like Jiutian Xuannv, had fallen off, and after a while brought some food.

Sisters and brothers sat around the table. A bowl of apricot butter and a plate of cow's milk crisp were all Rong Luoyun's favorite. He ate himself, his delicate ear cartilage moved slightly, monitoring the movement in the building. People get mixed up on this day of the month, and he comes to stare in peace.

He ran out of apricot milk, and pouted. Rong Duanyu suspected: "It's not an unmanned lingling man. Pa Zi has embroidered a little better, but don't you wipe it?

Rong Luoyun took a piece out of his sleeve and touched his lips with perfunctory reluctance. Rong Duanyu laughed, and his fingers turned out a creed.

Rong Luoyun took over, and the officials dispatched by the court arrived, and began to look at: "Huo Linfeng?" He was quite surprised. He was dignified as the son of the North Hou, and rumored to be fighting again, and actually sent to Xiganling.

"How about this person?" Rong Duanyu asked.

Rong Luoyun shook his head, never met, I do not know, but the figures defending the border must have an iron fist. After giving up the iron soldiers of Saibei, he came here to bring a group of wine bags and rice bags. He guessed that General Huo's heart would be uncomfortable.

Rong Duanyu asked again, "Should you explore the details?"

Rong Luoyun said, "No need, wait for him to take office, and the exact news of Changan will be sent when the time comes." Qianglong can't beat the ground snake, even if Huo Linfeng is terrible, it is difficult to sing.

He was tired, burned the note, rinsed his mouth and took off the crown, and scattered three thousand blue silks into the bed. Rong Duanyu put a silk quilt on him and touched his cheek again: "Sleep, let's live all night, I'll call you again if there is something."

Rong Luoyun closed his eyes indissolublely, apparently a notorious madman, but curled up sideways into a pediatric state.

The door was closed, and Rong Duan Yulian stepped lightly, and met a Qingqin with a harp on the porch. Qing Yan sang a dumb throat, but Jin Yu was flying all over her head, and she had to quickly set aside her appreciation.

Rong Duanyu glanced down, and the men of Wuyan, holding their sisters on the stage with piles of gold and jade, were lively. How many men begged her to show up, she turned a deaf ear and turned to the back kitchen to cook Rong Luoyun's soup.

Extravagant in the building, gorgeous outside the building.

Heads were moving along the river, and a dark shadow slid into the painting. It was Huo Linfeng in night clothes.

Yunyu was dying, and General Huo blushed. "I'm sorry," he said silently, and then tore off a robe, put it ashore, and strode into Chaomu Tower.

For a moment, Huo Linfeng was fascinated, with a charming look, his eyes fluttered, nephrite came close, and in just a few steps, he was covered with body powder. He was seated and looked around, and the porch was full of people, drunk and throwing flowers, twisting the fan, and everywhere.

I did not go to Xiaochuntai in Saibei, but entered the Chaomu Tower in Xiganling. If my father and elder brother were to know, I am afraid that both the staff and the bones would be discounted.

Suddenly a cry came out, "What a good brother, how can you keep silent?"

Huo Linfeng's flesh tightened, and Langdang put her shoulders on her shoulders, slightly stiff. There are different categories in this blue building. The one in front of this is a prostitute. He said blankly: "I heard that the beauty of Chaomu Tower is worth living and dying. See you today, but that's all."

The little prostitute discolored, twisted the willow and walked away. Huo Linfeng was stunned, and only Qing Yi, an artist, hugged his pipa, and he was somewhat ashamed at him.

He said, "A girl-like look in the kitchen for cooking sour soup. What kind of lute?"

Upon hearing this, Qingyan shed tears of tears, and immediately rushed around with some pity. Huo Linfeng's eyes were cold and untied, and the brocade bag was untied. There were forty ingots of one hundred and twenty grains in it, a total of four thousand.

He whispered softly: "I'm too dirty in the building, four thousand two, find a good look and sing a song, do you have one?"

These words are degrading and provocative, but they are also very tempting. The stewardess in charge came and offered a flattery: "My son is not upset. If Chaomulou doesn't have Peugeot, how can there be beauty in Jiangnan?"

Huo Linfeng heard the argument side by side, and it seems that this "Po Luo" is a famous person. After a while, Bao Luo walked to the table, fanning her face, revealing a pair of beautiful apricots, shaking lightly, and shaking the house full of enthusiasts.

Huo Linfeng glanced at: "Good for this pair of apricot eyes, but unfortunately, I would rather take a bite of fresh peaches than chew a basket of apricots."

Baoluo froze and almost fell off the fan. When the sister-in-law saw the situation, she attracted others, all of whom were hard to see. Huo Linfeng, but his lips and swords were like swords, making Yingying Yanyan faint.

"Oh, my son!" My sister-in-law sweated. "My son, what do you like? Chu Chu or breasts, jade girl or charming girl, what do you tell me in detail!"

Huo Linfeng first entered the wind moon field, posing as a ruthless guest. After hearing the words for a long time, he faintly felt hot behind his ears. The sister-in-law experienced the old way, whispered close to him and asked, "Son, do you want little sister-in-law?"

Huo Linfeng was startled, annoyed into anger: "Speak less, don't get a beauty!"

Xunzi considered for a moment. So many people in the room watched, how could Chaomulou lose her credibility. "Go," she pinched her **** and stomped her momentum, "please Hua Kui Duan Yu girl!"

The man from Dinglou exclaimed, all looking at his neck, and he was coveted before he showed up. Huo Linfeng was a little stunned in his heart, waiting, when he was exclaimed in his ears, raised his eyes and looked up, Qian Qian in the promenade was distant, only felt immortal.

The sister-in-law called hurriedly, but Rong Duanyu was steady, looking down against the railing, and at a glance he saw Huo Linfeng, who was surrounded by the crowd.

The two faced each other far away, Huo Linfeng was frightened, but the dusty woman appeared dusty, like a thousand daughters of high-minded families. When Rong Duanyu came out, he could see clearly that his eyebrows really resembled the shadow of Yuebai.

Could it be that the person is really Rong Luoyun?

Rong Duanyu sips the wine: "What song does the son want to hear?"

Huo Linfeng rushed and pushed 4,021: "Hua Kui is good at it."

The sister-in-law was busy gathering baggage, and Rong Duanyu raised her skirt to the stage, borrowing a pipa with a pimple. The sound in the middle of the building can be heard, and she stares at Hua Kui's song with a breath of breath, a plucked string, a slight movement of her lips, and the sound of nature sounds.

On the fourth floor, Rong Luoyun had a dream in the hustle and bustle, but suddenly he woke up.

He got up and opened the veil, and he got out of bed and went to the door barefoot. Recognizing Rong Duanyu's singing voice, he pushed the door into the porch, and when he leaned down, his hair fell and covered half his face.

"Zhege ... Sorrow parents ..." is singing "Zhege".

Others watched the beauty, he listened to it alone, and sang "Nanshan law", his heart was sour.

Huo Linfeng poured another cup, but I wonder why Rong Duanyu sang a song of offering. Drinking on the back of my neck, I suddenly saw the figure on the fourth floor, the moon white robe, but just picked the silver silk crown.

It's him? !!

At this time, when the song was over, there was endless praise around him, and he was dragged by the mule to praise him. "Very good ..." He perfunctoryly looked up, and there was no trace of the man at the railing.

False, real, dreamlike.

He felt stunned and asked, "When is it?"

I don't know who said, "It's almost time."

It was almost dawn, Huo Linfeng turned around and walked out, and everyone was lively behind him. He stepped out of Chaomu Tower, returned his robe, and then slowly returned to the inn.

The six-sided, six-sided Chaomu Tower gradually rubbed his shoulders.

Suddenly a cold wind came, and a plume of gray smoke fell from the sky. Clean, embroidered with a touch of goose yellow spring ginkgo leaves, sniffed, scented with a hint of barley, and a hint of milk.

Gracious Girl?

He didn't know, too lazy to guess, and took it in his arms.

The fourth floor flower window, Rong Luoyun nest on the couch and dreamed again, with arms around the window edge, the wind blowing the wide sleeves.

As the saying goes, the woman who smells Zhifen powder knows that Lancao Danxin is the girl of Boudoir, and the taste of camellia is a girl in the field. Armor distinguishes rank.

In the middle of the group of soldiers, a dark horse, nailed with iron palms, stepped out of the deep and light footprints, the man on the horse has a resolute face, even if his brows are locked, he also feels power and anger instead of evil. .

He wore a dark gold armor, and his chest goggles were refracting, and he looked bright. When the sword was stretched out, a Tibetan blue scarf was raised on his arm, shaking, like a coach's identity.

The man who was fighting hard in front of him was young and wearing silver-gray armor. He was covered with blood because of his face, so he covered up the three-pointer handsome, and killed the mountain to fill the sea with twelve points of heroism.

His arm was also wrapped in scarves, red and red, and it was beautiful in a touch of yellow sand, and his armor was cold and light. "Yi", the sound of the sword stabbing into the stomach, with the spurting wetness, and the sticky stickiness of the lungs, was drawn out, and the wind was blown against the sand, and the blade was half thick.

This fierce battle is about to end, this sword has killed the people around, it turned out that General Turk was thoroughly penetrated. The thief captures the king first. The leader loses his life, and the soldier will automatically panic for seven minutes, but there are even more stubborn. This Turk general was cut to the first level by a sword.

It was rumored in Saibei that the young general of the Huo family in the Yong dynasty loved to cut and cut heads, battles of all sizes, and they would take each other's first rank in every battle, and they would have to show off. No, the fresh and hot head was like blood cells, and he hung on the saddle, as simple as hanging a jade pendant.

The wind on this plug did not break, but the yellow sand was small and could not be blown away. The general was dead, and the remnants saw that the situation was gone. All those who had full legs and legs fled one after another.

Win, the coach shakes his arm: "——Captives return to camp!"

Let ’s make it clear that no matter how hurt, tired, or dead, let go of your throat to let go of the remaining murderous energy, but unexpectedly, the deputy handsome in the red scarf is not good, pursing his lips, not sulking, and pinching Horse belly ran to hunt down the remnants.

"Huo Linfeng!" The coach shouted, but didn't call back, "Stop!" Another voice, but saw only the figure, the figure is far away.

With horseshoes stepping on the blood, Huo Linfeng chased out Qiba Lidi, carrying a sword and a saddle of people on his saddle, a bit of an illusion. As far as the eyes were concerned, that team of soldiers will be defeated by a handful, a total of thirty-four. When the other party saw him chasing each other, they looked at each other for a few moments to discuss, and then they stopped fighting.

"Yu" Huo Linfeng stopped thirty steps away, and it was estimated that he ran hot, took off his helmet, sweated heavily, and raised his pony tail, all his brain saw the light. He wiped his face, blood stains on his lips, and it was smoky.

A group of disabled soldiers stepped on the end of the road, raised their swords over their heads, and their hearts sank: "Chong! Kill!" The eyes revealed, but they said, "I am ready to die."

Huo Linfeng looked at the dead man's eyes, lightened himself, and pointed his boots at the tip of his horse. He knew that the later he went back, the fiercer the coach, the faster he would be.

So he exaggerated to the extreme, and his shot was a trick. Golden light and Mars raised the yellow sand. He manipulated the potential of the catastrophe, like Yan Luo, and claimed his life with a sword. Except for the wind coming and going, everyone with a sound told him to kill everything.

The Liao Liao desert blasted his face, and the last person was screaming and panting. The next second, Huang Sha covered his body with a dead body, turned to kick the horse, and even the bones were swallowed up.

Returning to the camp after being dragged, Huo Linfeng stopped and hummed for a while, and he was a nameless tragedy. After each battle, no matter he wins or loses, he must hum the song to comfort the sacrifice of the boneless soul of the general.

After the song was over, the gallop returned to the camp, and the camp was far away, and the coach stood up in front of him. A small soldier waited outside the camp door, grabbed his leg and dragged him down. "Ah!" He choked, escorted to the account, and faced the coach's iron face.

"Subordinates are willing to take the punishment." He confessed his mistakes first, and then put on patches, "Subordinates will never commit any more crimes."

The coach Huo Jinghai, the brother of Huo Linfeng, is as calm as a reef in the middle of the sea. It is just impossible to climb: "As a deputy commander, do you not understand the truth?" , According to military law, sixty. "

At this point, Huo Linfeng had to be obedient. If he was to be re-elected, he must still chase the poor. He read the soldiers' books when he was literate. He entered the battlefield at the beginning of the thirteenth year. Today, he has more lives than he eats.

The pinch was loosened, the nails were stripped, and the clothes were undressed. The old bodies staggered with streaks were exposed, and the rod was low. Ten sticks are red, thirty sticks are swollen like a hill, and sixty sticks are complete. If it was not for martial arts, it would have rotten muscles.

Huo Linfeng didn't snor, but he also complained, glancing at Huo Jinghai secretly.