Hongmao

"Well! I am a general in the court. What did you say just now?" Zhou De'an was very skilled and brave, leading four personal soldiers to the alley, and heard the excited and crazy screams of the couple.

Because the soldiers nearby were in chaos, the doors and windows of the people were closed. The officers and soldiers had to try their best to knock on the door and search the door. However, the two opened the door and shouted excitedly. Zhou De'an was about to knock on the door of the first house. When he heard what Feng Jue said here, he immediately abandoned the house and walked over quickly.

Fang Xiucai was in surprise. When he heard someone talking, he was so scared that he flashed into the house in a reflex. He only moved down a door panel. The gap at the door was not big. After this flash, Zhou Dean happened to be blocked at the door.

Zhou Dean smiled slightly and said kindly: "Don't be afraid, we are officers and soldiers of the court, and are encircling and searching for the fleeing bandits. Have you ever seen strangers in your village?"

When Fang Xiucai saw the general in front of him, he was wearing a mighty armor and a sword on his waist, and there were two guards standing behind him. He couldn't help but say ecstaticly: "Xiao Ke was about to enter the city to report the news. This official came just right. The thief Yang Hu fled to my house and was killed by me."

"What?" Zhou De'an was shocked, his eyes were filled with divine light. He stared at the scholar in a hurry and said in surprise: "You... the young master is so good at Shen Jun's skills. He can actually kill the thief Yang Hu! Where is his body?"

"I dare not, Xiaoke is powerless to tie a chicken," Fang Qingchou bowed with a smile.

I remembered that I was going to be named Earl and had fame and fortune. The high-ranking official dared not say that it would be not difficult to leave the magistrate outside in the future. I couldn't help but look proud: "The thief chief was exhausted and fled to my house and fell asleep. Xiaoke took the life of the thief with a harpoon when he was unprepared and took the life of the thief. He... He is in the inner room now and asks the official to come in to verify."

Zhou Dean just thought that the alley was hidden. This seemingly weak scholar was actually a master who was a master. After hearing this, he suddenly realized that he rushed into the room impatiently. Two personal soldiers followed him in, and the other two guarded the door.

Zhou Dean held down the sword. As soon as he rushed into the room, he saw the scene on the bed in the inner room, and his hand loosened the hilt. How could General Zhou, who was murderous, not telling that there was a dead person on the bed?

He quickly stepped into the inner room and saw the man on the bed was scattered, his figure was as strong as a lion, his face was as iron as iron, and his eyes were wide open. He seemed to be about to rise up. His lifelike expression made people know at a glance what a majestic iron man this strong man should be when he was alive.

The iron fork penetrated his throat deeply, and even his throat was broken when he saw that it was like that. Blood filled his neck and even bleeding from his mouth. Seeing that the young woman named Xiu'er was scared and she couldn't help but shrank back. Zhou De'an was not afraid at all. He grabbed the bed and looked at Yang Hu carefully.

As early as when he was suppressing bandits in Bazhou, he obtained Yang Hu's accurate appearance through informants and some of the bandits he captured. In addition, Yang Hu's characteristics became more obvious after he was blinded. He just looked at it and concluded that this person was undoubtedly Yang Hu.

Zhou Dean sighed and relaxed. Fang Xiucai said worriedly, "Official, is this thief I killed Yang Hu?"

Zhou Dean's cheeks twitched and said lightly: "Yes. This person is the thief Yang Hu!"

"Haha, I am well developed, madam, I am going to be an official, I am going to be named an earl, and I will be rewarded with tens of thousands of gold, hahaha, we can move into Jinling City. We will never suffer in this poor mountain village again."

Zhou Dean knew that Yang Hu was powerful. Although he was a stray dog ​​now, he was commanding thousands of soldiers and horses. He thought that even if he could find him, he would have to go through a lot of trouble to kill him. Unexpectedly, by chance, the thief who killed people without blinking actually died in the hands of a thin scholar.

He glanced at the ecstatic Fang Xiucai enviously, then looked at Yang Hu who was glaring at the bed with hatred, and shook his head gently: "A hero like Yang Hu can also capsize in the gutter, alas! You're careless, careless!"

He walked out dejectedly and said to the two personal soldiers: "Take Yang Hu's body with you."

Fang Xiucai hurriedly said, "General, then...what should I register with the government?"

Zhou Dean groaned and nodded heavily.

Fang Xiucai said to his wife excitedly: "Madam, take good care of the children, I'll go to the city. Oh, I was so scared just now. Who would have thought that this scary guy who came into the back window was a lucky star that could make your family fair, hahaha."

Zhou Dean's face was gloomy and clear. The words "Step by the sky" made his heart look like a poisonous snake bite. As soon as he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, stared at a corner of the room, and his eyes flashed sharply.

Fang Xiucai, who was following behind, said in surprise: "General, why don't you leave..."

As he had just said this, Zhou Dean exhaled and let out a gloomy roar, with a "clang" sound, the knife roared like a dragon, and the sword light was like a short wind like a heavy thunder. As his spiraled body rolled backwards, a head flew towards the corner of the wall, "Puff!" A burst of blood spurted onto the low roof.

"Ah!" The young woman Xiu'er screamed wildly. One of the two guards who were going to the bed to move Yang Hu's body had just moved his legs off the bed, and the other had just pulled out the harpoon from his neck. When she heard a scream, she jumped up and looked back and stayed there.

"Ah!" The scared young woman watched her husband's head rolling out a long way. The headless corpse stood there and sprayed all her blood and fell down softly. Her bloody cavity was pressing against her toes. She couldn't help but jump up in fear, and suddenly she screamed again.

The scream stopped abruptly, and the blade stained with her husband's blood slowly pulled out from her delicate and delicate neck. The young woman shook it for a moment, pressed her over her husband with her incredible eyes, and the child carrying her pocket on her back started crying loudly.

With a clatter at the door, a guard squeezed into the crack of the door, holding a single knife and shouting in panic: "What's going on, what happened..."

"Go out! You are not allowed to enter without summoning!"

The guard was startled. Lord Zhou stood at the door. He only saw the body lying in the room through the crack of Lord Zhou's legs. He didn't know who it was, so he hurriedly stepped out again.

Zhou Dean looked at the corpse on the ground, and his face seemed to be a little strange.

Since he handed over this first devilish sword, he was not afraid of falling into hell forever. He did not stop and did it. Zhou De'an made up his mind and stepped forward. The tip of his boots stepped on the young woman's crying baby's neck.

"No!" The guard holding the harpoon shouted in a trembling voice, with a clear sound of shattering bones cracking, and the sound of the baby crying in the cradle stopped abruptly. The tip of the boots stomped the baby's tender neck and then stomped his mother's spine.

The blood-stained boots took a step forward, and the two guards took a step back in horror. The guard holding the harpoon said tremblingly: "Master Zhou, what are you......?"

Another trembled and said, "I understand, I understand, sir, you... kill... kill someone and make a fortune!"

Zhou Dean's lips had a gloomy smile and said, "You are right, very smart!"

"Ah!" The guard immediately realized that he was also the target of silence. He suddenly pulled out his single sword and rushed towards Zhou De'an, with a perfect knife, carrying a sharp sword wind.

The moment the blade hit Zhou Dean's forehead, Zhou Dean's body suddenly moved a little, and the knife slashed down against his sleeve. Zhou Dean's hand was already tightly clamped his bend like a vise.

He twisted, his bones broke, his hand slid upwards, and he snatched the knife in his hand. The knife twitched upwards, from the underside to the throat. He broke his whole body with a broken belly, and the blood light burst out to the side, preventing the blood from splattering on his body. The guard was almost divided into two halves by the knife, and fell more than two feet away, and landed on the ground with a loud bang.

"Come on now! Zhou De'an killed someone to silence him!"

The guard holding the harpoon roared, and the steel fork in his hand was thrown out, and Zhou De'an tilted his head. "Bang!" The iron fork pierced into the door frame. The tail handle trembled and buzzed.

Zhou De'an's knife pierced out like lightning. The guard who threw the iron fork immediately turned around and wanted to jump out of the window was pierced by the steel knife from the back. His whole body was placed on the window ridge, soft like two pieces of rags, and he stopped moving.

Two guards who heard the scream rushed into the door one after another, stood in the outer room with a knife in shock, staring at them with an unfamiliar look. Zhou Dean's eyes were as sharp as an eagle. Under his gaze, the pair of shrunk guards were like a pair of rats under an eagle's gaze.

They did not have the direct visual stimulation of the two guards in the room just now, and their minds could still be clear. One guard trembled and advised: "Sir... you... you can't do it seamlessly, hide it from the world's eyes and ears, let it go."

Zhou Dean smiled, his eyes drooped slightly, and said coldly: "I can't turn back when I first attack. Are there any other people here? How can I hide it from the world? As long as you two die, then I say black is black, and I say white is white. Who can expose me? The word "li" is the first, and it can turn white into black, and black into white, as long as you know how to grasp it."

He sighed softly and said, "I have been practicing hard since I was a child. After joining the army, I was born and died in the battlefield. I went through a lot of trouble to find my place today. He, a nonsense scholar, has any ability? He was promoted to the title and official by killing a thief by mistake? Bah! Heaven and earth are unfair!"

Zhou Dean suddenly smiled: "Don't look at me like this. If you have the opportunity to get into my current position, you will know how difficult it is to be an official. If you have the opportunity, you must be sure. When you should be cruel, you must be cruel. What are the black and white good and evil? What do you need to be? You can dress it up as if you are. White wood can be burned into black charcoal, and black charcoal can be burned into white ash. This is the ability of those who are in the superior position to turn the world."

The words fell, the knife rose, and the light of the knife was like a cloud tearing through the sky, and the light of the ground suddenly burst out, surging across the sky again...

"Abide by the order!"

"Ying'er, you're almost at Fangzhuang, are you still passing by?" Zhen Yangge rode a yellow horse and asked with a big blade.

The Hongniang was wearing a mysterious outfit, and her white cloak was fluttering like a cloud. Her lips were still stained with two beautiful beards, her eyes were like autumn water, her eyes were like stars, and her nose was like goose fat. Only one mouth looked a little smaller, but no matter how you look at it, she was a handsome and elegant young man.

She looked up at the sun and frowned and said, "It's too late. We must arrive at Nanjing City at noon. If we walk on the remote path, we may not be able to receive Fenglei in time. Moreover, it is difficult for the officers and soldiers to go forward to prevent the horses from being explored. We walked directly from the town and walked on the official road. The fast horses rushed forward. Even if the official news was conveyed, it might not be as fast as our land horses!"

"Okay!" Zhen Yangge was very happy, his beard raised: "It's good. I'm so shaking the path that my old bones are almost disbanded. I have to lead the horse from time to time. Haha, it's good, guys, hurry up and pass by. Let's have a good meal after entering Nanjing City. Kill!"

Old man Zhen snatched in front of Cui Ying'er, took the lead and rushed towards Fangzhuang.

Fangzhuang, a small village and town, is a dilapidated Taoist temple at the entrance of the village. The village is too small, and not many people are willing to donate incense. The Taoist temple has never been popular.

There was originally an old Taoist in Xianghuo who lived here with two little disciples. Since the old Taoist's death, the two little disciples took away a few local temple property and left it, and the place was completely neglected. It became a place for some beggars.

At this time, a weak beggar in rags was staggering, although his head was unkempt and his clothes were torn. However, judging from his obviously delicate skin and the clothes that were ragged but had a very expensive base, he should be a shabby rich man.

Now the soldiers are in chaos, and yesterday they are still the best. Once the white-clothed army passes, they are immediately impoverished and even destroyed their families. There are many wealthy families, and there are many nouveau riche in the chaos. They settle down quickly, and the people are no longer surprised.

The people here are very happy to give alms to him, perhaps because they are pity for him, a wealthy young man, who does not know the skills of survival, and they cough all day long, and they are obviously sick and fall into the ointment waste, which is a bit pitiful, or for a psychological satisfaction. They are satisfied that they can give alms to a person who is tall and tall in the past. The dog in front of the mansion is more noble than his own.

In short, he always received more alms than beggars who were not only ragged clothes, and even looked abominable, especially big girls and little wives. He was always generous to such a handsome young man who had become so handsome.

So the beggars with abominable faces even became disgusting, and regarded the begging guy who had just run to their territory as a thorn in his eyes. Li Dali coughed and rushed back to the temple, holding the warm-soled stone sheep slowly sat down on the stone steps, panting hard, and the beggars next to him immediately cast jealous eyes.

Li Dali curled his lips and smiled contemptuously. How could there be sparrows in the eyes of the swan? What are they? Young Master, I just hide here. I never thought that I would be jealous of a group of beggars because I stole their jobs, haha...

My smile calmed down and my heart began to hurt again. Recently, the condition became worse and worse, but I couldn’t find any wounds on my body. Not only did I breathe and feel dizzy, but I should even be numb on my body, and my heart was hurting.

Because his condition became more and more serious, he could no longer run around the car and was less hopeful about Yang Hu's capture of Nanjing, Li Dali decided to leave the White Army and go north to find his father.

At this moment when the army gathered, the more people the more dangerous it was. He only brought two people, trying to escape all the way to the riverside and find a way to cross the river north. However, the area he was in was a fierce battle between the two sides. Three young men walked alone, and were still easily investigated by spies from the white army, not to mention that they were carrying sharp swords.

At an intersection in Biandangou, the three of them met the militia. The mud-legged soldiers made more difficult than regular officers and soldiers. Both of them were arrogant masters and could not bear it. Seeing that there were only a dozen strong people at the intersection, they pulled their swords to resist when they were searched by them. Unexpectedly, there was a look at the wind and watching the wind hidden on the high autumn pear tree. The bastard beat the gong on the tree, which was like a hornet's nest. Ding Yong, who was carrying bows and holding swords, ran out of the village.

Li Dali was seriously injured and could not use force. In order to avoid suspicion, they did not ride horses and to protect the third young master from escaping, two loyal Maitreya believers rushed up and fought against Minzhuang who rushed out of the village. Li Dali fled in panic and came to this area. Hearing that the war had intensified and the river had been closed, he lived in the village first.

Li Dali felt that the beggar was a good protector. The ones that the government did not care about most during the search were these dirty and ragged beggars, so he tore his clothes and messed up his hair. He lived here temporarily, waiting to lift the river ban to cross the river and return north. At the same time, he paid attention to Nanjing City to see if Zhao Crazy and others could really conquer Nanjing and cause greater chaos and turmoil to the Ming Dynasty.

"Oh!" He breathed a long sigh of relief, and the heart-wrenching pain passed: "No matter who wins or loses, Jiang Jin must be unlocked quickly, otherwise I will not be able to survive my illness."

Li Dali put the broken bags of dry food in a worried manner, and was about to close his eyes and rest for a while. His leg was suddenly kicked: "Hey, get out of here, this is grandpa's territory!"

A beggar with a "liu-head" shape curled his lips. Li Dali smiled faintly and got up with difficulty. Just as he was about to pick up the bag, the beggar raised his leg and kicked the bag aside. Beside him, the beggars laughed and laughed loudly.

Li Dali was also smiling. He smiled bitterly: "The tiger falls into the sun and is bullied by a dog. Now these few things are riding on my head." He shook his head helplessly and walked to the side: A real man can bend and stretch, and Han Xin can bear the humiliation under his crotch, can I bear it?

The 'Lion Head' originally wanted to arouse his anger, so he took the opportunity to recruit some of his friends to teach him a lesson. Seeing that he was so tolerant, he felt disappointed and a little proud. He kicked Li Dali hatefully and cursed, "Damn it, you know what you are tactful!"

Unexpectedly, Li Dali used to have unique skills, but now she is weak. The kick made him fall to the ground, his cheeks pressing against a pile of dog shit. Li Dali was ignited with anger, and his blood was boiling all over his body. The excitement of this, the stars in front of him burst into tears, and his heart hurt again.

He gasped, forgot his environment for a moment, turned his head and shouted, "The bastard is really ignorant of life and death!"

"Yoho?" He turned around proudly, and the 'Lion Head' who was about to leave suddenly turned around and said with a grin, "Little Bastard, how can you be impatient to live? Mom."

He cursed, stepped on Li Dali's face, pressed his other side of his face against the shit, and rubbed it hard.

The beggars burst into laughter. Li Dali roared. He grabbed his ankle and pulled him hard, and pulled him a big shot. The "Lion Head" was furious, picked up half a brick and sat up and hit Li Dali's forehead. Blood suddenly flowed down. The "Lion Head" was unwilling to give up and called out: "Brothers, teach him a lesson."

Five or six beggars standing on the steps watching the fun rushed over, pressing Li Dali down with all his hands and feet. When he saw a steamed bun rolling out of the bag, he copied it over and dipped it in the shit, and said viciously: "Little bastard, give this steamed bun for grandpa, eat it, and give it to me!"

He pinched Li Dali's chin with his black hands, and held the smelly steamed bun in his mouth with his other hand. Li Dali closed his mouth and tried his best to dodge his lips. The huge pain in his heart became more and more unbearable, but the humiliation was even more burning in flames. Li Dali, who was about to break his anger when he was angry, could no longer hold it back.

He suddenly broke his breath and opened his voice, "Ah" roared, forcibly absorbing the Dantian, and penetrated his veins with force. A mouthful of blood mist was sprayed out "puff", making the "Lion's Head" turn into a big flowery face, making the blood drip that was so energetic that it hurts when it touched his face. "Lion's Head" let go of him, covered his face and staggered back.

A strong airflow spurted out from his throat, and another roar like a bull or a clam. It seemed that there was a huge force all over his body. The beggars pressing on him were like they were bounced off the ground ball, and they were shocked and fell more than ten feet away. The "Lion Head" just wiped his face, and saw this strange scene, he was so scared that he screamed strangely, turned around and ran towards the door of the Taoist temple.

"Hu" and Li Dali's body suddenly jumped up flat. His face was like chicken blood and his eyes were flickering. The beggars standing on the steps felt a flash of their eyes. Li Dali either took action, legs, cross-cutting, or throat-locking afterimage was still in their sight. The real Li Dali had already arrived at the gate of the observation gate and pressed his five fingers on the head of the 'lion'.

With a "kla", the twisting was fast and fast. The "Lion Head" was still running forward, and her whole face had completely twisted, and she was facing Li Dali in the same face.

Li Dali hated this beggar very much. Somehow, he endured the huge pain and used the qi and exercise. Now his heart not only stopped hurting, but instead became more intense and hot.

Li Dali finally raised his head and exclaimed. He condensed his energy on his forehead and touched it forward. He used his forehead to smash the "Lion Head"'s forehead into pieces. Blood and brain plasma flowed down. Li Dali shook his hand and threw it backwards. The "Lion Head" was like a bundle of broken sacks and was thrown onto the stone sheep watching.
To be continued...