A fluttering white dove flew down in a small courtyard, and landed on the hand of Guo Shiren, who was dressed in a big red roe deer, and took a curled note from the pigeon's leg, only to see a few black words written on it, "Come quickly, Wulipo." ”

Guo Shiren naturally recognized this man's handwriting, Song Tai and the old servant, named Han Li, was more than ten years older than himself, but there were some signs of aging in his fifties, with a thin and dry figure and a wrinkled face, anyone who saw Han Li would think that this person was a dying person with half of his body in the dirt,

Han Li, as Song Tai's servant, has followed for many years, but this person is especially good at scheming, and his handwriting is also considered to be famous in the capital, but this Guo waiter and this Han Li are notoriously incompatible, the two are like a mule seeing a horse, everyone wants to be a father, but no one can subdue the other,

In the words of Guo Shiren, then Han Li should come from our master of ceremonies to be a eunuch, otherwise you look at the husband over the years and don't know how many girls to spoil, although Han Li is a little old, like an old man in his early fifties, but Han Li, who is in his early fifties, is the most fond of men and women.

But because of Song Tai's reasons, the dignitaries and dignitaries in Zhongzhou City also have to sell this Han Li to save a little face, and no one has ever dared to put it on the table just because of his personal habits, that is, the chief eunuch who loves to wear red robes has always been obsessed.

After Guo Shiren explained a few words to the people below, he turned around and walked out, but the location at the gate was to meet the **spring that was rushed back from the outside, only to see that the **spring was white and bloodless, but this **spring was smart to change into clean clothes and come back,

As soon as he saw the chief manager hurriedly walking out, he hurriedly bowed down and stood aside to salute, his head was as low as he was, for fear of being knocked out of his cat.

Guo Shiren Orchid twisted his fingers, snorted on his mouth, and the person had already ridden a jujube red horse, and the tall horse had already galloped out with a whip.

The ** Quan standing behind is a little unknown, because it is rare to see Lord Guo riding a horse in Qingzhou City, especially if he does not let himself and other Yan Lingwei follow,

He stroked his chest, and then ran to his room, still a little distracted,

In the mountains and forests five kilometers away from Qingzhou City, you can see the banners all over the mountains and fields from a distance, and even the main roads up and down the mountain are also stationed in small teams, each team of eight to ten people, each with a knife on his waist, and an arrow bag on his back, all the officers and soldiers of the Qinglong Dynasty are lightly armoured.

Guo Shiren rode a horse and galloped up the mountain, according to his character, this is not a very long distance is nothing more than a few breaths, and the foot distance is not much slower than this horse, but Song Tai is on the mountain at this time, and the eighth prince is a person who practices martial arts, no matter how he hides the cultivation realm, even if Song Tai can't find it, but the old monsters beside him are like having a dog's nose, and he can smell the true qi of this old eunuch from thousands of miles away.

It's not that he, Guo Shiren, is afraid of others complimenting him, he just doesn't like Song Tai's little eyes when he looks at himself, he understands Song Tai's character, he can take a shortcut, and he never takes a detour, that is, the most scum prince in a royal young master who will do whatever it takes for the sake of the end, this old eunuch is afraid that one day if the prince studies and understands the method of inducing qi for his own use, he can't say that he will become food.

When he rode to the bottom of the mountain, he was stopped, got off the horse, and handed out his identity, and the red horse was tied to the side, and he strode forward and galloped away.

The swordsmen with knives under the mountain are all forbidden soldiers brought out of Zhongzhou City, even if they recognize the most famous Guo in this imperial city, they don't dare to get too close, and how many of the Jin Wuwei who are in the imperial city really admire this eunuch.

But these Jinwu guards who guarded the main road on the mountain did not dare to have a trace of neglect to this big red roe deer Guo servant, everyone knows that Guo Daguan is a well-known character who must be revenged, if anyone offends this eunuch, then maybe one day he will inexplicably die violently, even if the most famous head catcher in the imperial city is invited, then the case will not be solved.

How many people this eunuch has killed in Zhongzhou City, no one has counted, but there must be a lot, otherwise this Guo servant would not be as famous as that Han Li, known as the two murderers in Zhongzhou, of course, this is all said in private, one is that no matter who it is, it is not polite, and the other is especially for women, especially young girls.

Guo waiter walked for half a pillar of incense, and then saw the barracks in front, just more than ten meters away from the barracks, Guo waiter looked around the mountains, with this luxurious barracks with golden color as the center, east, west, north and south four directions, he could feel that there was a master's breath, if there was nothing, but under the induction of Guo Shiren, he could still detect from the faint sense of qi,

The hidden master can make Guo Shiren think that he is a master, and his realm cultivation must be no less than the realm of King Kong.

Guo Shiren knelt outside the door, and his voice was not small, "My subordinates have come to meet me, please don't blame my subordinates for being late." ”

The old eunuch's voice was a little more serious and humble, because he knew that this Song Tai was sitting in it at this time, although the eighth prince was an informal person, but Han Li, who was standing on the side, frowned a little at this time,

Guo Shiren entered the inside, and fell to the ground again,

The man sitting on the top, with a mighty figure and eyes like electricity, looked at Guo Shiren who was kneeling on the ground, haha smiled, this person is in his early thirties, wearing a luxurious purple and gold robe, his fair face reveals a clear coldness of water chestnuts, and his deep eyes make people dare not look at him, and he has a noble and elegant temperament, this is Song Tai, the eighth king of the Qinglong Dynasty,

"Waiter, please get up, there are still a few days to hold the Qingzhou martial arts, at this time, see the four heroes of the world in Kyushu, especially the quiet as a rock Song Jinghong, you said in your letter, Qingzhou City has emerged a martial arts realm to reach the small master of the cultivation of the figure, this is a heart disease. ”

Song Tai took a sip of tea,

This huge palace is nothing more than a larger camp, there are only three people in the house, at this time, Han Li, who was standing aside with his eyes closed and recuperating, had one eye half-open, glanced at the little eunuch who had just come in, and immediately lost interest,

Song Tai took action of 10,000 military horses in Youzhou, Qingzhou's is not counted, Jin Wuwei alone brought 2,000 people, and now the vast number of people are all scattered in this mountain, and it is only an hour's march time from Qingzhou City, and Qingzhou has 5,000 Futu military horses, but the purpose of this trip has never been said, but Han Li is stupid and can guess it,

Song Tai has always been a person who can make decisions and is rational and ruthless.

"I suspect that the man in white I met inexplicably is Song Jinghong, if Song Jinghong's martial arts cultivation is so rebellious, this time he will suffer heavy casualties. ”

Guo Shiren muttered in a low voice,

He naturally stated in the letter before, but now he suffered a lot of internal injuries, and almost lost his life and the hands of the Storm Martial Spirit, and now the Guo servant standing on the ground couldn't stop coughing a few times, and his face was much whiter than when he left before.

"If that's the case, you have to make a more decisive move, I Song Tai can let him live for a few more years is also for the sake of the silver of the white flowers in the Rouge Fang, but since the Black Wind Club is pinched in his hand, and it makes people sleepless at night, so to speak, I have raised the Black Wind Club for ten years, if I let it go on, I am afraid it will be too late to regret it." ”

Song Tai stood up, his eyes sharpened and glanced at Guo Shiren, who was standing on the side and coughing, he turned to Han Li and said, "Han Li, give the Great Creation Pill you brought to Guo Shiren, he has injuries on his body, don't die in this Qingzhou City again, and when he returns to Zhongzhou, Emperor Yuqing still wants Guo Shiren to serve." ”

The Great Creation Pill is a second-grade pill, which has a miraculous effect on the internal injuries and depression of the world's martial artists, and there are very few sects that can refine the Great Creation Pill, which shows its preciousness.

Han Li looked reluctant and threw over a porcelain bottle, "One grain is worth ten pills of Dragon and Tiger Pill, and your Guo servant's life is good." ”

Song Tai smiled, "Then when Han Li also has a serious injury, I will reward you with two grains." ”

Han Li coughed in embarrassment,

Guo Shiren took it, thanked Song Tai again and again, and said unceremoniously to Han Li, "Cherish your little bird, you just eat a few more pills of Creation Pill and don't use it for a bird." ”

Han Li replied casually, "It's better than not using it, haha." ”

Song Taike didn't care about these two old men tearing each other down, with a smile on his face,

Guo Shiren glared at Han Li with a hideous expression, and the two of them were angry with each other in the camp tent, so they almost started directly.

Song Tai sat down and confessed directly, "Guo Shiren, you quickly go to the Assassin Shifu Mansion, borrow the tiger talisman from Li Puxian, and tonight the Futu Army withdrew from Qingzhou City and stationed ten miles northwest, let Yan Tu lead the army, seal Qingzhou City, and all the young Junxiu who participated in the martial arts, among them, must let the Privy Council make a record, and all the people who can absorb the border army must be presiding over the martial arts this time, and all affairs can be decided by Han Li alone." ”

Han Li hurriedly thanked him,

Listening to this, Guo Shiren's back was cold, and he hurriedly said, "Qingzhou City has found a martial spirit with reverse scales, a young man, He Taizhi knows. ”

As soon as Song Tai heard the anti-scale martial spirit, he quickly stood up, his face was full of red light, thinking that Zhou Zhang had worked hard to see Yuan Qing who had awakened the anti-scale martial soul on the five old peaks, and he wanted to catch it alive, but in Song Tai paid three thousand military horses killed and wounded, on the five old peaks, the battle of Luoyun Cliff, Yuan Qing disappeared,

Reverse scales, reverse scales, isn't it the dragon of the world, it is awakened in ordinary people, this is a taboo of the Qinglong Dynasty, Song Tai is determined to win the martial soul of reverse scales,

Song Luo, Emperor Yu Qing was still in the prime of life at this time, and there were only two people in this world who prayed that Emperor Yu Qing would return to the west as soon as possible, one of which was Song Tai,

It is his great wish to get the Reverse Scale Martial Soul, thinking that he is the royal blood of the Song family, isn't the Reverse Scale right to himself,

Song Tai stood on the ground and looked bright, turned around and said, "I will go to Qingzhou City Assassin Mansion by myself, I haven't seen Song Ci for many years, and I miss it a little, accompanied by the two of you, let's leave immediately." ”

Han Li's face was shocked, he naturally knew that the former sword saint He Tai was not in the assassin mansion to accompany Song Tai's widow, wasn't the main initiator of the anti-life curse back then this Han Li who was getting older and older both in appearance and demeanor, that He Tai Idiot is getting younger and younger, and he is getting closer and closer to death, but he is aging faster and faster,

Is this retribution?

Han Li's forehead was sweating, "Lord Wang, why don't you bring some Jin Wuwei with you?"

When he said this, Guo Shiren, who was standing next to him and pretended to have serious internal injuries, couldn't help laughing wildly, but he didn't make a sound, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

Afraid that he is too stupid, afraid that the old guy will cut you with a sword?

Song Tai shook his head and glanced at the red-robed old eunuch, and Guo Shiren immediately said, "Lord Wang, that kid with a rebellious martial soul is Song Changying's son. ”

As soon as he heard Song Changying's name, Song Tai's face was immediately clouded, and he looked furious, "That slut still has the face to live in the world, if it weren't for Song Jinghong's promise to pay a tribute of 100,000 gold every year, I could have left her a life? ”

Hearing Song Tai's words, even Han Li, who had been bowing down, was beating wildly, killing decisively, ruthlessly, on par with his father Song Luo, and a little ruthless, no matter how to say that they are all half-brothers and sisters, royal ruthless, ruthless.

This Han Li is still in the mood to pity others, he never thinks about the youthful flower girls who once died tragically under his crotch.

Song Tai has never seen Song Ci in so many years, and his ruthlessness makes people speechless, not to mention treating Song Changying, who has never met, and Song Jinghong has only met many years ago, and as far as he is concerned, what is the difference between the two brothers and sisters who have lived in the Heavenly Demon Sect for many years and the Han Shen Demon Head,

If Song Jinghong is looking forward to Emperor Yu Qing's grace, it is a dream, Emperor Yu Qing's ability to allow the existence of Rouge Fang and the Black Wind Society for so many years has been seen in the face of gold.

This time Song Tai's action, there is no intention to stop it, Song Tai understands the reason for raising tigers, killing chickens and taking eggs, and the owner of the rouge shop is still a brothel, a prince who runs a brothel, isn't this a joke for the ages.

Three horses rode in the mountain road, and the four figures followed in the woods, just following each other, Guo Shiren could sense a little bit of qi, he frowned, it seems that this time he came to Qingzhou City, it was a big killing machine,

Han Li, who was riding a horse in front, had a miserable smile on his face, and for Qingzhou Huiwu, he had some expectations, this time the prince handed everything over to himself, so let me Han Li accompany those teenagers to have a good time, there are no young ladies from major families, Yi thought so,

The golden gun under Han Li's crotch was like a chicken blood, high-spirited, the expression on his face was even more hideous, and he looked back at the listless little eunuch behind him, and his face was even more radiant,

In the sky tonight, a few drifting clouds obscured the moon,

Chu Jingjue sat in the small courtyard, blowing a cold wind, his head was foggy, he was alone, a knife, practicing with the courtyard, breathing regularly, but he couldn't enter the state of concentration that he had reached before, and his heart was irritable, since A-Niang left, Chu Jingjue sat in the courtyard after dinner,

Tightening his lips, closing his eyes, turning to the Heavenly Demon Divine Skill far away, his fists clenched tightly, but the dragon scales on his body could not be controlled, and a dragon groan sounded in the air that was about to go out,

That's all,

Chu was shocked to feel that his whole body was blue.......

When it got dark, the Zen monk who still hadn't found the guest room wandered alone on the deserted street.

In the direction of the northeast corner, the faint blue light that others couldn't see led him forward, and he couldn't stop muttering, "Familiar breath, familiar dragon moan, sleepy dragon playing in the water, I don't know if it's a bad omen or a good omen." 166 Reading Network