Riling Up The Jianghu

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This is an anti-theft chapter. It will be restored after 36 hours if the subscription is insufficient. At this moment, just after noon, the sun is the most poisonous, and the wind is also shouting, but far away, the human voice overwhelms the sound of the wind, and it is mixed with the movement of the iron impact. Da Yong's soldiers and Turkic people fought against Zhenglie, and Da Yong's soldiers knew better. This battle seemed to be a victory.

As the saying goes, the woman who smells the fat powder is known as the girl. Lancao Danxin is the daughter of the boudoir. The camellia taste is a girl in the field. Armor distinguishes rank.

In the middle of the army, a dark black horse nailed with iron palms and stepping 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 was wearing a dark gold armor, and his chest goggles were refracting. 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.

This fierce battle lasted for half a year, with intermittent and deadly injuries. In this victory, he immediately slammed Dayong Tianzi, and the turmoil on the frontier was quelled. After reading, Tianzi will send someone to send a letter with a few rewards.

Left and right are waiting, can't wait. Huo Linfeng, who had previously been a fangs tiger, conquered the battlefield. Now that he is peaceful, he immediately starts a lazy cricket and keeps it in the tent for three days. He is bare-chested and his legs are called off by him.

The wound was crusted, and he was willing to wear clothes, a dark blue and almost black uniform, tied with a right hip, tied with narrow sleeves, rolled texture on the edges, and a dark crown. He is well-organized and can stand "Yushu Linfeng".

Leaving the account and looking for Huo Jinghai, "brother," the scolding and beating of the anger disappeared, and he called intimately, happily launched, "back to the city!"

The two brothers galloped outside the city, and the people in the city greeted each other, and there was a lively wedding ceremony. Huo Linfeng was tired of socializing: "Brother, I'll go one step ahead." He betrayed his elder brother, dragged his wail, and went away.

The northern part of Saibei is vast and the city is lined up in a row. "Yu!" Kuanjie, Huo Linfeng dismounted, third-order blue-grey masonry, Dan Zhuo carved a seal, the on-duty guard fisted at him, he responded, and stepped into this wide gate wide house.

There is an ebony plaque high on the door-Dingbei Houfu.

Inside the door, the old manager who guarded the door probed: "Whew! Master is not hurt, the old servant has to go!"

Huo Linfeng's step Dala La passed, heard the sound turned back, like a frivolous mule: "Sixty military staff only got stubborn, my brother supervised it in person."

He didn't understand the words later, he crossed the front yard and asked Jinger by the porch to suck. A magnolia tree as tall as a tree has just broken its buds and is full of vitality. After asking Yulan to punch his eyes, he entered the head room, straight out the side door, and lifted the heavy curtain on the door for a while.

The sweeper, the sprinkler, the little sister-in-law saw him, stopped working, and shouted "Master" earnestly, and the older sister-in-law saw, "Oh!" The exaggerated "little ancestor" has not yet exhaled, The person is far away, rubbing his heart and rubbing, "Old, you have a real eye!"

Hou's house is deep, the main hall is more covered than the young lady in the high gate, and another threshold is reached. Huo Linfeng's eyes passed quickly and he flashed into the hall first. "Dad," the door was open, and he couldn't stand still. He could hear all the corners of his throat. "Dad, I'm back." He screamed respectfully again.

Inside the hall, a thick, dark-colored flower blanket turned the boot sound, a copper torch coiled with four toads, and smoke blew out of the pores. On the main seat, the Nanmu box contains a few pieces of good wax, a piece of skin of a deer neck, and a sword.

The chair and the chair around the table sat one by one, with two or three points, and the remaining seven or eight points were all majestic.

The dark robe was dark, and the waist was rolled with the edge of the indigo, the side of the jade was hanging, and a pile of red knots was a little messy. The clothes are meticulous, and people are more leisurely. There is a whisker on the jaw, a stiff eyebrow, a bridge of the nose, two deep eyes, black hair, and a high crown to stand up.

This man was in his forties and was Huo Zhao, the father of Huo Linfeng.

Huo Zhao wiped the sword without raising his eyes. He didn't look at the child's weight loss, nor looked at the injury. "I heard," his eyes were cold like a sword, and his voice was like a bell, "You have violated the military order again?"

Huo Linfeng sat down first, leaning next to his body: "I have been punished." After answering the question, he lifted the small lid box, and the bean cakes, steamed pears, and sugar-stained flowers were all in size. "Big brother is too conservative, don't chase the poor, but don't fake it, but we have clear strength against me and call chase with victory." If there is a rule, he will simmer the steamed pear after answering.

Fearing who came, who was late, Huo Jinghai returned home late, and called "father" before entering the door.

Huo Linfeng chewed his flowers, sweetened his throat, poured a large mouthful of salty tea, tilted his cup and glanced at Xiaomen with a round face. The ear lobe hung with beads, and her face became more and more round. It was his wife's maiden plum.

This is calling him too! He put down the cup, slipped, and came out the small door to the back: "Plum, you eat less!" Distraught little girl, crossing the flower gate, the weeping lotus pillar is wrapped in a bell, he jumped a beat, jingled The bell rang.

Mei Zi covered her mouth and laughed: "Mrs. is for you to hang, others don't call it."

Huo Linfeng said rarely, "I'm twenty-three years old, and I'm still playing bells for me?"

Meizi laughed: "Where is it, Madam Ji Ji, think about hanging a bell to see you, and it will jump up," raised his finger, toward the inner court, "Madam heard that, you know you are home."

The bell was still swirling, turning Huo Linfeng's heart into a rush, and rushing into the inner courtyard, the servants outside the Buddha Hall were busy calling him to the room. Before the Buddha shouted loudly, he shouted "Mother" under his throat.

Holborn Bai, a young woman who was a first-class beauty, was aging in her twilight years, but she was as polished as a hairpin. She turned back, changed her unpretentious mistress, saw her son, and hurriedly got up from the futon.

Huo Linfeng said bluntly: "Mother, I have won a great victory. What other bodhisattva?"

Bai's took a silk scarf to cover his mouth: "Either you beat your elder brother, or you bumped into the bodhisattva." He covered it, moved away, and held Huo Linfeng's cheek, "Isn't the food glutinous enough?

Huo Linfeng said: "If you eat more, you can't ride a horse. Just hungry and kill the enemy."

For my mother's distress, it's not time to eat, no matter what it is, let people prepare extravagant banquets. Huo Linfeng accompanied Bai's, laughing and swearing, but he didn't worry about it. When Bai's look at the wound, his feet slipped quickly.

He was sleeping in the same courtyard for a few months, and had not returned for several months. If he wanted to assault the people, he quietly explored, but he saw that each of them was careful. "Master!" He hurriedly followed, and it was his close lad Du Du.

Du Yi is short and thin, just like that. Huo Linfeng is two years younger and has a life-saving grace for him. "Master! Master!" He shouted three times and ran out of breath, but smiled stupidly, "Master, hey."

That stupid smoked Huo Linfeng dizzy, turned around and returned to the room, untied the sword, and laid a restraint on the couch. Du Yan knelt down on the couch and gave him a lame leg, muscular muscles. He didn't feel anything. Du Yan's rough hands turned red first.

"Master, is this battle happy?" Du Yan asked.

Huo Linfeng replied: "It's a joy to protect the people and affect people's lives." Seriously, something settled in his eyes. Withdrawing from bad faith, not betrayal with his father and brother, or coquettish with his mother, such a tone of emotion, is General Huo Shalifei tied with a red scarf.

"It's so peaceful," he said, looking out the window. "Without him, that's fine."

Later in the day, the girl-in-law picked a tall one, pinched an incense, and dragged a skirt to light a string of lights. Xiaoxiong couldn't make it with rough hands, and often a corridor didn't finish.