Li Ruyu coldly patted his hand off, "What are you doing in the custody?"

Chen Lian took a step back intentionally or unintentionally, and then laughed meaningfully, "The remnants of Dayan in Fanmian Village rebelled, and the people from the Nanzhen Fushi have gone to have a good meal, so I, the North Town Fushi, have to do this chore."

Li Ruyu felt a chill in his heart and pointed his sword at Chen Lian, "What's wrong with Fanbian Village?"

Chen Lian stared at the sword and frowned.

No one has ever dared to point his sword at himself, and even some of the big men from the North and South Fushi Department do not have the confidence.

Dozens of cavalry behind him were unsheathed in the embroidered spring sword.

Chen Lian raised his hand to stop it.

Staring at Li Ruyu, thinking about it, he still suppressed his displeasure. He said slowly and slowly: "What else can you do? The rebellion of rebellion is of course a killing without mercy, but you may not believe it. Fanfang Village not only has the remnants of the Great Yan, but also several strange people dormant."

"There is a child named Huang Zheng, who is only eight or nine years old. He actually killed two tiqi cavalry with bare hands."

"That fat man named Li Sanpang was even more amazing. He took a wooden stick as a gun and played it so unpredictable. The first time I saw such a person with such a marksman in my life, it was no less than that of Zhu Qikha, the strange man named Chang Yuchun, who had not been threatened by his daughter in the end, this guy could have really broken out of the fan village without causing thunder."

"Of course, he still died under the thunder."

"There is also a pickled man named Zhang Mazi. He has such good lightning skills. There are so many people in this world that are comparable. He is so fast, just like lightning, but no matter how fast it is, it is not as fast as thunder. The thunder thunder struck one after another, and it was not until the seventh way that it split him into a roasted pig."

"Yes, there is an old guy named Lao Yang. This old guy has no ability. But when my good man in the North Town Fushishi killed the remnants of Da Yan, this old guy burned incense and bathed in. He changed into a clean Confucian shirt under the box, and even took out a pen, ink, paper and ink. When we broke into the door, he was calm and calmly splashing ink. A picture of autumn bamboo was simply--Okay, I don't know much about this thing, anyway, it was painted very well, and before the lightning struck, this strange man said something rare to be confused."

Listening to Chen Lian saying one familiar names after another, Li Ruyu's eyes suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Chen Lian's clothes, "What's wrong with you!"

Chen Lian waved his hand and told others not to worry, then he had a calm face, "Of course, I will kill all the evil spirits of Da Yan."

He paused, lowered his voice, and said with a little pity in a voice that only he and Li Ruyu could hear, "This is what Zhao Changyi means. If you want to live, they must die, so they died because of you. You can commit suicide to thank the spirit of Zai Tian, ​​or you can go to Zhao Changyi."

Li Ruyu gritted his teeth and blood was oozing from his teeth, looking particularly ferocious.

Finally uncontrollable, "I'll kill you first!"

The sword in his hand was raised, but before he could even fall down, his neck suddenly hurt, his eyes turned black, and he fainted.

Lao Tie took back his hand, smashed a cigarette, and smiled bitterly: "You don't need to stimulate him like this."

Chen Lian tidied up his clothes and said with a wry smile: "Who should I ask for? More than 300 people in the village are slaughtered? When I go back, I can't tell you what a miserable look like by those civil officials. I'm afraid that this thousand-household family will be unstable again. Damn, I have never had a good thing since I was called by Zhao Changyi, a guy called me!"

Chen Lian got on his horse and said to the old railway: "I'm leaving it to you. I'll go back to Changling Mansion and will go to Lin'an to work next. I guess that guy Liu Xiangyang won't send Xu Qiuge to Lin'an in person, so you and this kid are good at doing it yourself. This is Liu Xiangyang, the generation of the Xu family in Liuzhou, is a bit interesting."

He lifted the reins and stopped suddenly, lowered his voice to the old railway: "When I wake up, I tell him that my deep-skinned head is here. If he has the ability to take it away by himself, I will never complain."

After saying that, he ran wildly.

Lao Tie looked at the Tiqi who was leaving in silence, not knowing what he remembered, and muttered, afraid that there would be a day.

The boy is not willing to give in.

One day, the prince Xian'an will also be allowed to play chess.

After all, there are only a few people playing chess in this world. The empress of the Chang'an Kingdom of Zhang Kingdom, the lord of the barbarian who has 100,000 cavalry in the north, and one or two husbands in the Daliang court and the prince of the Yue family in Kaifeng, Yongzhen, can barely be considered half a chess player.

The rest of the people were chess pieces.

Even the kings of Dali and other countries whose national power is declining are not worthy of making a move in this game.

I don’t know how long it took, but Li Ruyu slowly woke up.

The injuries on his body seemed to have been re-banded. Lao Tie sat next to Du Lao San's body, smashing the dry tobacco one by one. When Li Ruyu woke up, he kicked the Xiuchun Knife over, "Chen Lian asked me to tell you, saying that his head is there, and you can get it yourself if you have the ability. He will never complain."

Li Ruyu sat there for a moment, picked up the embroidered spring knife, stood up silently, and walked into Chunfeng Pass.

Lao Tie didn't say anything, got up and took out Du Lao San's body, put it on the horse's back, and returned the same way.

Ping An Inn closed today.

Du Chunming hugged his daughters and looked silently at the distance of the streets and alleys. He was eager to see the slightly bent figure in his heart, remembering the stories that the man had told when he was still young that he could hear the ear cocoon.

Dad, I believe it.

You are not a deserter, you are a hero, but you are back...

The wife sat in the hall, quietly sewing her father's old clothes. The husband said that her father would wear them when he came back.

There was a sound of horse hooves in the distance.

Du Chunming was in a state of energy and sat back sadly.

Five people and three riders.

The woman who stayed in the inn last night disguised as a man immediately took the body of the magistrate.

The woman's face was silent and had no emotions.

Soon, strong winds swept the streets and alleys.

Dozens of cavalry of the Northern Fusi were galloping by, but their father was still missing.

Du Chunming stood up and sat down again. The prefect was dead and the Northern Fushi had returned. Where are you?

As the sky is getting dusk.

The two riders slowly rode into the twin deer. Du Chunming watched the old man smoking a dry tobacco, wearing a flying fish suit and an embroidered spring knife jump off the horse, respectfully carried the familiar person out of the horse and handed it to himself, and said softly that your father is a hero.

Du Chunming's tears rolled down suddenly, and the wife in the hall lowered her head and sobbed.

The Nannan beside her raised her face, "Dad, what's wrong with grandpa?"

Du Chunming's eyes were pouring in tears and choked and said softly: "Nannan, Grandpa is just sleeping, Grandpa just wants to meet his old friend. Look, Grandpa is so happy..."

Du Chunming cried loudly, crying like a child of 120 kilograms.

The old woman, who had been in the old age, sat peacefully in the backyard, looking at the body of the person beside the pillow, gently tidying his messy hair, muttering to herself, saying, "Lao I have never studied, I don't know the great truths. I have listened to you for so many years, and the children are all good, don't worry about it. If the government doesn't let us live, at least Chunming and Nannan and the others will escape to the north.

The old woman was talking and there was no tears in her dry eyes.

Third brother, you don’t like me crying, saying that my mother-in-law and mother-in-law are the ones who say that your brothers will laugh at you when they see it.

Third brother, I won’t cry.

As he spoke, the old woman lowered her head.

Third brother, wait for me.

The evening breeze blows.

Everything is quiet and good.
Chapter completed!