"It's stupid. ”

After selling two loads of firewood, the young man who still didn't know how to wash his hands held the rouge box and smiled.

The slim young girl hid her face and smiled.

This smile captivates the city.

That was the last time the teenager bought rouge.

At this time in the morning of the second day, when the young man passed by the rouge shop, the girl who had been in love for many years was missing from the rouge shop.

After inquiring along the way, I learned that the girl was abducted by several local bullies to the Twenty-Four Bridge Qinglou.

The young man who was furious in his heart didn't care about anything else, and rushed into the Qinglou with the firewood knife used to chop wood.

The ending of the young man can be imagined.

Li Feng did not die.

He was seriously injured and bedridden.

After the boy recovered from his injury, he broke through the Qinglou where his infatuation was buried more than once, and every time it was exactly the same end.

So he made up his mind.

He continued to chop wood, and the money he got from selling it no longer bought rouge, but an iron sword.

The young Li Feng practiced swords in the mountains, and he practiced swords for three whole years.

On a rainy night, he used his iron sword to break into the Qinglou again.

He killed many people, and his clothes were stained with a lot of blood. But after rummaging through the Qinglou, I couldn't see the figure of the girl on the rouge shop.

That night, the girl who had been trained by the Qinglou for three years was sent to the City Lord's Mansion in Puyang City.

That night, the storm was bleak, and the fierce wind carried an iron sword into the city lord's mansion.

That night, the girl wore a red dress and applied yellow to the mirror.

She still had the red mark of beauty on her face.

In front of her lay a mountain of rouge boxes.

That's all the boy gave her.

The girl's name is Rouge.

She never applied rouge.

Because the rouge on the rouge is called rouge tears.

She didn't want to shed tears.

That night of wind and rain, Rouge wept silently, and the jade finger tapped the rouge box, and she smeared rouge tears for herself.

That night, the sword and the sword shadow, the fierce wind undoubtedly fell in a pool of blood.

Covered in blood, the blurred face of the fierce wind was thrown into the mass grave.

He passed out for several days and nights, and finally crawled out of the pile of dead people.

He went up the mountain again to practice his sword.

He got acquainted with the old man of the Jiang family, who traveled alone back then. At that time, the old man was in his prime, and he was a beautiful gentleman.

With the help of the old man, Li Feng finally met Rouge, who was already a wife.

Rouge's face was no longer the red mark.

Because she wiped her rouge tears.

That reunion was a parting.

Force's swordsmanship has been mastered.

He became famous.

He changed his name to Puyang Fengli, and since then he has followed the young old man of the Jiang family as a slave.

He promised to repay his kindness and be a slave for a hundred years!

......

Jiang Manlou didn't know what the reason was that shook the heart of Puyang Sword Shou's resurgence.

There must be unknown hands and feet of the Peng family or Peng Jiu, and it may even come from the strategy of the mysterious military master of the Seven Nations Alliance.

Jiang Manlou had no way of knowing these truths, and he would not be stupid enough to believe the so-called position.

Ji Yunzhou people's clan, just five words are not enough to make this old man violate the oath of the hundred-year-old slave back then, this is Jiang Manlou's self-confidence, and it is also the trust of the Puyang sword leader in front of him.

But he killed the old man after all!

......

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family is a very cautious reader.

Afraid that something would change later, he didn't want to talk nonsense with Jiang Manlou anymore: "It doesn't make any sense to delay it for a long time, because in the Jiang family today, you no longer have any reliable backhand." Kill yourself or be killed, the two paths are your own choice. ”

Jiang Manlou seemed to be waiting for something: "Fifth uncle, have you forgotten that the little nephew still has three thousand red-robed brothers." Now that I think about it, they should have put on the tailor-made Iron Armor of the Three Thousand Floating Slaughter!"

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family said sarcastically: "It is undeniable that your talent is extraordinary, in the entire Tibing Mountain, no one can match you in the talent of the art word door, and Tiefutu is the best proof of it." But haven't you ever thought about why the girl from the Yu family has been away for so long, and she still hasn't seen your three thousand floating slaughter rush in?"

Jiang Manlou frowned.

He had three thousand big red robes.

Everyone in the world thought that the three thousand red robes were the evil slaves of his young master of the first family in the world, but they didn't know that these three thousand people were the old man's best hands in a hundred, and they were the real tricks left for Jiang Manlou.

In the academy, Jiang Manlou relied on his extraordinary talent to make an invulnerable Futu iron armor for the three thousand red robes. After returning to the Tibetan Soldier Valley in Tibing Mountain, he began to really invest in it, and the three thousand pairs of iron-clad floating slaughter were all armed to the body of the big red robe.

Jiang Manlou firmly believes that the three thousand iron floating slaughter at this moment can be one hundred on the real battlefield!

This is where his confidence lies!

It's just that at this moment, Yu Zhongtang, who originally planned to help Jiang Manlou, led the three thousand iron floating slaughter to the top of the city tower of the organ city.

All the organ centers in the organ city were stopped by Jiang Mangong.

This guy, who nods to his brother Jiang Manlou on weekdays, is now standing side by side with Peng Jiu, with 30,000 soldiers and armor, and has unknowingly entered the Tibing Mountain, and has already approached the city!

Black clouds crush the city!

Ironclad Sensen!

Two armies face off!

......

Jiang Manlou was silent for a long time before he said again: "It seems that all the Tibetan soldiers have defected to the Fifth Uncle. ”

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family smiled knowingly: "Not really. ”

Jiang Manlou raised his eyebrows: "Who else?"

How could the fifth uncle of the Jiang family not know Jiang Manlou's heart: "For example, the person you are waiting for." ”

Jiang Manlou pretended to be puzzled: "The little nephew is waiting for only the little girl who can't get rid of the stalker." ”

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family smiled mockingly: "There should be another one, Mr. Bookkeeper." ”

Jiang Manlou, who was revealed to be thinking, frowned again.

It seems that in the confrontation with the fifth uncle, he has already fallen into the upper hand.

Yes, in addition to the Three Thousand Iron Floating Slaughter, what Jiang Manlou is looking forward to most is the arrival of the bookkeeper.

The bookkeeper of the world's first family is also a scholar.

This scholar is a master of calligraphy.

A very famous calligrapher.

His name is Mo Yan.

It is also known as the book mountain ink face by the world.

Under the saint, one of the ten heavenly manifestations of the book mountain Moyan.

I don't know if it was the peerless calligraphy that he practiced after becoming a bookkeeper, or the middle-aged man Shushan Moyan, who had already completed calligraphy in Shushan before coming to the Jiang family, stood outside the Tibetan Soldier Valley with his hands in his hands at this moment.

He was blocked in his way.

In front of him was not a servant of the Jiang family with a high realm, nor was it the thousands of military horses led by Peng Jiu, but an evil thing carefully cultivated by the fifth uncle of the Jiang family.

A red-armored talisman!

Eleven strange talismans formed an unknown evil formation with the Red Armor people, besieging this powerhouse of the Tribulation Realm, who was ranked as one of the Ten Heavenly Manifestations.

Shushan Moyan is thinking about how to crack it!

......

Jiang Manlou, who was a little bitter in the Casting Pavilion, had a sword in his hand.

That's a divine attack!

Already without reinforcements, he didn't say anything more.

But he won't resign himself to his fate.

This is very similar to Luo Changfeng.

Two persistent guys stood side by side.

Jiang Manlou turned his head and smiled bitterly: "Do you still insist on living?"

Luo Changfeng clenched the blue and awe-inspiring divine soldier You Long, and grinned: "What do you say?"

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family waved his hand, and nearly a hundred disciples of the Dao Technique Character beside him slowly surrounded him, and he himself withdrew from the Casting Pavilion under the cover of the Puyang Sword Head.

The gate of the Forge Pavilion slowly closed again!