The well-trained army of King Lu does not need His Highness to stomp his feet to command in person to deal with this emergencies. The officers from all over the general and from the general all came to meet each other. The King of King Lu calmly turned around and looked at the person who suddenly appeared, and suddenly realized that this was a mob, a hero in the world. This is a nice saying. To put it bluntly, there may be robbers who have risen to occupy the mountain.

It can be seen that these are not complicated. Their formations are scattered and do not care about the front and back, and there is no distinction between superiors and subordinates. In addition, the kung fu is uneven. The good sword flowers are like ceiling flowers, and the poor are rolling on the drill gear to attack the lower three routes.

Many people had a young chivalrous spirit when they were young, immersed in the legends of the world, with one sword dancing in the sky, one sword falling colorfully, one sword setting the Tianshan Mountain, and one sword setting the Kunlun. Most of these exist in dreams, just like the mountains without Ling River, the river water is exhausted.

Most of the swords that really kill people are found in the military camps, which are specialized in practicing killing skills. You can find them by taking the head of the thousands of troops and searching carefully in the wilderness. However, it is unlikely that you can just pull out a team of such people at will.

King Lu looked calmly for a while, and there were only three men in his eyes, one in black with a knife, one in an old man with a crutch, and one monk holding a Zen stick. He ordered them to save the lives of these three people, and he didn't pay much attention to the separation of the seven thousand people because of this group of people.

He is a hero. He has always regarded himself as a hero. He needs huge amount of money so he covets Nanxing. If Nanxing takes the next step, it may be Xichang or other places, but he also needs a huge talent team, or manpower.

His subordinates were trained by the Prince of Lu when he was young, and a considerable number of them were raised by the Lu Mansion after he was young. A considerable number of them were raised by the talented people he later found. They were raised by His Highnesses from generation to generation, rather than raising the talented people from generation to generation.

The next generation of capable people may not be capable people. There are many capable people who have devoted their lives to protecting the Lu Palace. They are afraid of implicating their families and they will not marry at all. Another reason is that capable people die quickly, and many of them will not live to have children.

As for those small number of people who are valued by the Lu Palace, the next generation will either go through the imperial examination or the martial arts examination, and go directly from behind the scenes to the front of the stage of time. The Lu Palace will not be willing to sacrifice them easily. This is a loyal and much more valuable than the dead soldiers.

A loyalty can benefit the descendants and pass on the loyalty to their next generation, so that their next generation will continue to protect the next generation of the Lu Palace. The deadly soldiers will live for their lives from the day they are recruited and trained.

Some people say that everyone goes from life to death, but they also have to admit that the dead soldiers come from much faster than ordinary life and death. The families that can afford the dead soldiers often have frequent incidents of the need for the dead soldiers, which has caused the dead soldiers to be very popular but also a large amount of needs.

The man in black who used a knife danced a few more moves. Seven or eight people who besieged him were injured and retreated one by one, and replaced him with others to surround him. King Lu felt relieved. These men in the martial arts world were worried about losing their heads. They were like fireworks blooming for a moment, gaining a short time of drinking and eating large pieces of meat, and then some illusory reputations.

They want all the Lu palaces they want.

King Lu narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at the old man who used crutches as a weapon. He gave birth to rosacea. His eyes should be full of magic when practicing martial arts, but he always had evil and provocative eyes. King Lu believed at first glance that this was a drunkard and perverted ghost, and the Lu palace he wanted was also affordable.

The monk holding the Zen Staff flew over with a good handful of righteousness and spread his rash aura. King Lu smiled slightly. Whoever has no past will be willing to become a bandit? Even if he breaks the sky, the Prince Lu's Mansion can withstand it.

King Lu didn't know that there was a saying in later generations that it was not a problem to solve with money, but he knew that money was moving and he could afford it, which was enough.

Seven thousand people recovered in the initial chaos, and the mob was not a founding army after all. Suddenly, the snowflakes rose again, His Highness King Lu held his hands with his conceited chest, and looked at the dispersion caused by the accident with leisurely restoring.

When the new team came out, the murderous intent immediately attracted King Lu's eyes. Before his head was twisted, a slight throbbing shocked King Lu. He instinctively knew that the newcomer would cause danger. He twisted his body halfway along with his head, waved his hand and gestured.

"yes!"

A guard responded loudly and turned to the melee group and shouted loudly: "Line, guard!" Apart from the seven thousand people who were injured and unable to fight, they had already retreated to the side. The rest quickly changed their teams and assigned enough people to deal with the mobs. The rest turned and then formed a defensive formation.

The people who came were strong, their aura was also strong. The snow seemed to be suddenly hideous, like the wind and clouds that set off two monsters. It blurted everyone's eyes at the same time. When it slowly dissipated, the two teams looked at each other and saw each other clearly.

The back of King Lu was naked. He didn't dare to raise his own king's flag when fighting through the road. It was not wise to anger King Zhou now. The person on the opposite side had a silver helmet, silver armor, snow-white face, eyes like lacquer and eyebrows like ink, and countless hatreds in his eyes like sharp arrows. A big banner was spreading in the wind behind him, and the word "Jin" was vividly revealed in the snow.

King Liang Ren of Jin has arrived.

He held the weapon in one hand and the reins in the other hand, and kept sneering at King Lu. He would not only spend money on robbers to harass him. The military expenses of 300,000 taels are worth the beauty. The old man from the emperor brought it, so he would have to make him feel sad before leaving.

The eyes of the two high men collided, and King Lu's stagnation was stagnant, and he kept treating Liang Ren as a soft egg. This impression caused him to fail this year, but he would not be overestimated. King Lu did not expect Liang Ren to appear, and he appeared in an area that was not Nanxing. At the first glance, he was at a disadvantage.

This was the first time the two high men met and the first time they looked at each other. Before that, King Lu often lived on his fiefdom, Liang Ren left the Shen Palace and went to Nanxing, and never went to any other place again.

The two people looked at each other in the cold snowflakes, and their expressions were even colder than those of the snowflakes. Liang Ren looked at King Lu, such a burly body and a majestic man. They were relatives of blood and their facial features were vaguely found similarities, but they seemed to be enemies when they met.

When King Lu saw Liang Ren, the snowflakes cast his body, and his handsome ice made his spirit and jade made his soul. This sentence generally describes a woman. However, the snow at this time adds to the handsomeness of King Jin, and his coldness matches the north wind. Liang Ren, who holds a long-handled sword, has excellent fierce weapons, has no sense of incongruity, just like an unparalleled soul in the ice and snow.

The air around was suddenly quiet and boiling. The meeting between the two Your Highness put the life and death barrier in front of everyone. The King of Lu's men cursed and spoke indifferently, and Liang Ren's men retorted and offended, and it seemed wrong not to show weakness. It seemed wrong not to fight here. Both sides were getting closer and closer, as they were about to pass their respective Your Highness and start a big melee at any time.

The knife in Liang Ren's hand lit up, and Bai Lian was waving the snowflakes. When he saw an officer under the King of Lu coming from the front, he had a "swish" knife!

Bai Lian turned red in the blink of an eye. Before the head fell to the ground, blood splashed out a long blush. The one who fell to the ground was still a little general. They were already a habit of being domineering and kept blaming forward. They didn't mind rushing to the King of Jin, but they still thought that King of Jin would endure it and become a ghost at this time.

Liang Ren's face became colder, which shocked King Lu's face. His people were shocked. King Lu shouted loudly: "You little boy, dare!" He took off his weapons from the saddle bridge and urged the horses to come.

This sword was first killed by King Jin, and this sword actually came from King Jin. King Liang Kuo of Lu was full of humiliation. He had not taken action when he was in contact with his eyes. He was not as good as walking on thin ice in the sharp corner city. He faced the blame of King Zhou at any time. He also spent a lot of money on Zhongcheng Province. He even came over quietly.

Looking at the whole country, people never only wanted one or two sets. King Lu delayed it. Liang Ren's knife was put on his neck. The reason why the officers he killed were arrogant was that he was the one who valued by King Lu, so he dared to show off his power to the "Your Highness" and ended up being the one who left early.

It made King Lu feel distressed and shocked King Lu. His ambitions took a step back and a loud shout broke into his heart. He dared to King Jin, but Liang Kuo didn't!

Even if King Lu knew that King Jin dared to surpass himself, he could not lose face in front of more than 6,000 people.

Like Wang Lang, he is also a pair of iron maces. The reason why both of them chose it is nothing more than being heavy in the way they can be beaten, and even big swords and spears can be heavy in the way. The rough appearance of the iron mace is powerful in smashing and slashing, which is in line with the proud and deceptive personality of King Lu and Wang Lang.

"when!"

Liang Ren held the iron mace with a big knife. After the calmness just now, the eyes of the two men turned red this time, and then there were endless jingles. The young and powerful King Lu surpassed Liang Ren in terms of strength. Liang Ren sneered and shouted: "Why should you do something quickly if you take the money!"

"Okay!"

The man in black held a knife, the old man holding a crutch, and the monk who made a Zen stick agreed in unison.

The call of King Lu was even louder: "I love talents, and ten times of the silver and money will be under my command. I will choose my future wealth!"

The man was stunned for a moment, and the old man followed him and hesitated. The monk blinked in place.

Another shout came out, and Liang Ren shouted: "After taking one job, then another, otherwise what is the reputation and what is the morality of the world!"

The big sword and the iron mace intersect again. Liang Ren raised his eyebrows in the brightness of the sword light and said with regret: "Where is the morality? Do you have it?"

The man in black, the old man and the monk rushed towards the King of Lu, shouting repeatedly: "We are waiting for the people in the martial arts world, and I heard that King of Lu is doing many unrighteous actions, so I will take your life!"

This is what the people of King Lu said when they were in chaos outside the Nanxing King City. Liang Ren returned it all on this night. In addition, he also aimed at the sharp corner city not far away, which should have begun. It was time for the old bastard to pay off his debts.

.....

Zhao Rong felt so painful that he had known that he would not argue with King Jin. The officials in Guanglin City presided over the compensation, but they were the ones who compensated. The yamen in Guanglin City admitted that they were unlucky, the yamen in Jianjiao City gave one, and Lord Zhao gave one. Lord Zhao would only count the money he came in every day, and occasionally counted the money he went out, but didn't eat meat for several days.

The provocation in front of King Lu could not relieve Lord Zhao's pain. He didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and opened his eyes wide and waited for the rumbling from afar. He knew that King Lu wanted the destruction of the Tsujiao City. Lord Zhao muttered in his mouth like crazy: "Destroy it, destroy it, and relieve the hatred in the master..."

Once he was fully focused, he could not see anything. It was similar to when he was counting money. The window was plagued by the north wind and snowflakes, and there were a few more people in the room. Lord Zhao was walking with his back on his back, but he still didn't hear it.

"Destroy it, Master, I have lost little, your King Jin has lost a lot, you dare to pluck your hair from Master, your King Jin's Nanxing doesn't want it anymore, destroy it, destroy it..."

While he was thinking, he turned around and his face was enlarged in front of him, his eyes glared fiercely, and he was in stalemate with Zhao Rongze.

Wang Lang was gloomy: "Mr. Zhao, what are you going to destroy?"

"You..." The money you lost was powerful. Zhao Rong shouted a word and shut up suddenly. He took a step back and turned his eyes rolling. Because there were no other people in this room, there were three behind Wang Lang. Zhao Rong smiled and rubbed his hands: "Haha, is this real king general or a fake king general?"

This time he had to ask clearly, so as not to complain again or not to win.

Wang Lang slapped his shoulder, and the distance between the two became closer. Wang Lang was high and Zhao Rongze was low. Wang Lang bent over and faced his nose with Zhao Rongze's nose. He responded to Zhao Rongze's flattery with a wicked smile on his face: "Sir, I have a second-class Jinshi in my previous record and a third-year martial arts scholar. Do you still remember me?"

Zhao Rong shivered, and couldn't stop trembling like electricity. The lightning flashed across his heart. He asked with anger, "It's you who see in the city of Tsujiao?"

Wang Lang replied to him with a carefree smile: "Of course, our soldiers in Nanxing testified for me, just like the officials of your Guanglin City come to ask my Highness for compensation regardless of the severity, and you are also looking for you."

The two servants from the last time followed and made a hissing laugh.

Zhao Rongze really understood this time that His Highness King Jin was different from before. He quietly glanced at his body that had been difficult to eat and drink all year round, and then looked at the four vicious people opposite him, and was quite tactful: "What does General Wang want,"

Wang Lang continued to press his shoulder: "Mr. Zhao, if I didn't tell you who I was last time, I guess you won't be able to check my details, right?"

"That's that's it," Zhao Rongze thought to himself, and I was thinking about your intention last time. If you avenge yourself for King Lu, you would just take the smuggling house when you broke into the yamen, and there would be no substantial harm.

Wang Lang's smirk deepened: "It's because you know me so well, so you were cheated by me, right?"

Zhao Rong took a deep breath and suppressed all the hatred that had risen. As an official in a small town, he did not have the ability to inquire about the main officials of Nanxing, nor did he have such ability. When he accurately explained General Wang's background, the officials in Guanglin believed that Lord Zhao was responsible for the King of Lu. Only King Lu had such ability and also had the motivation to investigate the officials of Nanxing.

To suppress Lord Zhao to compensate two portions of money, Zhao Rong knew too well that Wang Lang’s background was the main reason. They did not win and appreciate the prestige of King Jin.

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