The pleasant conversation with the king has ended, and it may just be that Lu Fusheng himself feels very happy. At this time, Wang Shang was so angry in the dormitory that he couldn't sleep anymore, and returned to the study to correct the folds.

Lu Fusheng, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, took the token given by the king and followed Su to the outside of the palace of the king and the ministers of the early dynasty on weekdays, the hall was more than five zhang from the ground, and it was made of white marble.

Chief Manager Su took the token handed over by Lu Fusheng and groped under the white marble on the whole surface for a while, as if he had found a slightly concave surface, and then pressed the token in his hand into the jade fiercely, and when the token was completely immersed in it, one side of the jade wall slowly turned away, revealing a path leading to nowhere. Lu Fusheng took the umbrella inside, took the token that General Manager Su deducted from the white jade, and slowly closed the jade wall that had been turned away.

Lu Fusheng in the white jade secret passage would not be alarmed because the jade wall was closed so that there was no light in the dark passage, he took out a fire fold from the treasure bag, and blew a few mouthfuls on the coiled lead, and a warm fire lit up, which couldn't help but make Lu Fusheng think of being treated as an inverted bucket by her when he led Chu Wenxuan into the mountain, and smiled slightly, thinking that the equipment in his treasure bag seemed to be really suitable for inverted buckets.

In the narrow path, Lu Fusheng, who was holding the fire fold, could clearly see every stone pattern on the upper wall of the dark passage, and its stone patterns seemed to have a wonderful combination to tell a certain history, in addition to the normal white color of the jade, there seemed to be a little blood stain mixed on it.

Finally through the narrow dark passage, into the gap between the two high walls, the gap is less than two feet, although the gap in the dark square is still narrow, it is still able to walk, better than almost crawling in the dark passage. It is hard to imagine that the kings of Anyang in the past generations would endure such an uncomfortable way of travel in order not to work and lose money out of the royal city, and even Lu Fusheng, who was a cultivator, climbed out of the dark passage, and his waist felt slightly uncomfortable.

The only disadvantage is that the dark square is not blocked, and in the heavy rain, you can only continue to hold an umbrella and move forward, and follow the instructions of Gonggong Su when you leave, and you can reach the exit in dozens of steps.

The umbrella blocked the eyes, the front was blurred, there seemed to be two people wearing robes and lined armor guarding the door, Lu Fusheng slightly lifted the bamboo pole under the oil-paper umbrella, leaking out his eyes that he had never opened so big, his eyes were staring at the person in front of him, his right foot stepped back slightly, his hands held the umbrella handle, and he heard the footsteps coming from the rain behind him, and there was actually a person in the back.

These obviously ill-intentioned people blocked Lu Fusheng's retreat, and before Lu Fusheng could ask about the incision, the three of them didn't say much at all, and at the same time opened the black cloth they were carrying behind them, revealing the blade hidden inside. At this moment, no one dares to say a word or make an extra action, and any slight change is an inconspicuous flaw in the eyes of the enemy.

The three clothed men slashed in front of him at the same time, and Lu Fusheng was a little angry after a short analysis, because he could see that these three people must be from the same sect or organization, and they didn't even have a little disguise. Another way of thinking may also express that the forces behind these three people feel that they will definitely be able to kill themselves this time, so there is no need to hide it. This is not a warning about some of his actions in Bo'an City these days, but he really wants his own life.

The rain dripped on the blades drawn by the three clothed men, split them in half and smashed them on the ground, splashing rain flowers. The three of them once again tacitly understood at the same time to uncover the straps of the clothes on their bodies, and the clothes fell down, and after a while, they were completely immersed in the rain on the ground.

In such a narrow terrain, fighting is still inferior to one or three, and since the true meaning of guerrilla warfare cannot be used, the enemy will not move, and we will not move. In this form, whoever moves first will have the advantage of taking the initiative to attack, and the first blow must see blood. For a lazy person like Lu Fusheng, who can move his mouth and try not to use his hands, he hates the barbaric way of fighting like you stabbing me and me, isn't it good to live, isn't the food fragrant? Although he doesn't want to cause trouble and fight everywhere, he is not a master who is afraid of things.

Lu Fusheng's wide eyes moved back slightly, trying to find the specific location of the person blocking the road behind, and that person was only a few steps away from Lu Fusheng. But the glance of his eyes, that is, the movement of a little smile, was instantly caught by the two people who stopped in front, and one of them took a big step and jumped up and slashed at Lu Fusheng's face. The magnitude of the jumping force can be seen from the dark square floor tiles that the person stepped on in the first step.

"Kill. ”

As soon as the voice fell, Lu Fusheng began to move, stepping on the spirit killing step and retreating, in the process of retreating, he collected the umbrella as a stick, held the oil-paper umbrella back, and made the umbrella face backwards to stab the person blocking the road behind him, skillfully avoiding the attack of the person in front of him, and facing the enemy who was obviously in the power type, in addition to hard shock, there were many ways to defeat the opponent effortlessly.

The blocker didn't expect that in this situation, Lu Fusheng would still be able to attack himself instead of defending, and immediately raised his knife face as a shield to block the tip of the stabbing umbrella.

But the umbrella in Lu Fusheng's hand is not an ordinary oil-paper umbrella, this is a spiritual treasure of a mid-level martial art, and the aura of all laws is one, and the tip of the umbrella is broken, highlighting a red tassel spear, and it is a person who stabs behind him with an umbrella as a gun.

Where can anyone think of the already precious treasures of heaven and earth, and someone can tyrannize the heavenly things to make an oil-paper umbrella, the oil-paper umbrella in his hand spear pierced directly through the knife surface, pierced into the chest, and instantly dyed the entire umbrella surface red. But it didn't last long before the blood was washed into the ground by the rain. This rain

Lu Fusheng, who stabbed a person, did not stop at all, and picked up the umbrella spike that pierced into the chest, and the spike easily cut open the belly, completely ending the life of the person behind him, and without delay, he jumped up with a spirit killing step, and replaced it with the person who attacked him before he slashed in front of him.

Seeing that Lu Fusheng was menacing, the roadblocker took the opportunity to the right to dodge the slash of the umbrella gun in Lu Fusheng's hand, and the strong roadblocker subconsciously reacted to hold the umbrella gun in Lu Fusheng's hand with his left hand, making it difficult for Lu Fusheng to withdraw and do a second attack. Then he swung the blade on his free right hand sideways and slashed at Lu Fusheng's neck. It's harder to dodge the swinging blade in a narrow dark room.

How could the spiritual treasure collected in Lu Fusheng's treasure bag be so simple, no longer pulling back the umbrella gun held by the strong man blocking the passerby, he should hold the bamboo pole under the oil-paper umbrella, press an inconspicuous button on the side of the bamboo pole, and directly drag out a dagger from the bamboo pole, step on a few necessary positions under his feet, bow his head and lean sideways close to the chest of the strong man blocking the road, and block his backward path with the standing step, and stab the heart several times with the dagger, until the strong man blocked the road and spurted blood, collapsed on Lu Fusheng's shoulder, and the blood in his mouth soaked Lu Fusheng's robe, so that the already soaked robe added a trace of bewitching dark red, and then washed into a pink afterglow by the heavy rain。

Martial arts in the world are only fast and unbreakable, this sentence has been remembered in Lu Fusheng's mind since his previous life, and the time to solve the two roadblocks is only a few snaps of his fingers, and it is no wonder that the roadblocks are a little light, and no one can guess that Lu Fusheng, a person who is famous in the cultivation world, can perform a speed that may not even be able to be compared to entering the Dao realm.

Pushing away the already cold corpse, Lu Fusheng picked up a strand of silk cloth that was split off from the robe in the battle and tied it to the tiger's mouth in his right hand, Lu Fusheng, who liked to watch old boy movies since he was a child in his previous life, finally found an opportunity to cut people, and why didn't he imitate the classic action of carrying the handle back then, if it weren't for the lack of an iron belt, Lu Fusheng would have been fighting with his belt with his pants now.

Circle by circle, he slowly tied the ribbon with the dagger in his hand, and his eyes were still viciously staring at the last roadblocker: "I'm really not good at fighting, but I have to be trustworthy when I come out to mix, and I will kill you if I say I want to kill you." If he says he will kill your whole family, he will kill your whole family. "The voice was flat, without a hint of wheezing that should have occurred after a strenuous exercise.

"Speak up about your employer, and I'll spare you death. The dagger pointed at the roadblock in front of him and asked a most idiotic question.

"That's a lot of nonsense. ”

The indifferent Lu Fusheng stared at the roadblocker: "You will definitely die." ”

"Then this is my life, the same life as theirs. The eyes of the roadblockers looked at the two dead "comrades-in-arms".

"You could have had the right to choose. ”

"I said, this is my life. The last roadblocker made up his mind, no matter what conditions Lu Fusheng proposed, not to mention that even if Lu Fusheng really gave a temptation that could really impress him, whether there was a life flower under the nose of that adult was a more important reality.

From an idiot's question, Lu Fusheng could also confirm that the three roadblocks were not hired monks, but dead soldiers supported by a certain force, these are those idiots who can't complete the task and can only apologize with death.

"Click, click, click. There were only three crisp sounds of weapons intersecting, but no one could hear any other sound under such a heavy rain, and the occasional pedestrians who went out in the rain outside the dark square would not notice any movement within the walls.

Looking at the two of them again, the knife of the roadblocker could not be pulled out of the wall of the dark workshop, and the dagger in Lu Fusheng's hand was accurately inserted into the throat of the roadblocker.

Only a blade was pulled out, and the roadblock was still breathing, even if the dead man was still afraid of death at the last moment, the last desire to survive left his life made him breathe heavily, and his throat was broken, and the oxygen inhaled could not enter the lungs, so he could only spread out along the broken throat, making a "whirring" sound of the bellows pulled when the fire was lit next to the stove.

The more air he breathed, the more blood came out of his throat, and the roadblocker covered his throat tightly with his hand to stop the blood that kept coming out, but he lost his strength at the slightest point, and finally completely spread his hands and lay down on the ground, and after the last slight bend of his fingers, he completely left the world that he may no longer be nostalgic for.

"I told you you had a choice. Lu Fusheng's eyes, which had been widening, finally returned to normal, and he squatted down next to the three corpses that had died, and closed the eyes of the three who couldn't close them.