The process of Zhang Yutang and his entourage coming to Baifu to explore is a farce. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A comedy-like beginning, a comedy-like ending.

It's just a farce named after the righteous Ling Ran name of "monster hunting".

No one died, the family gathered.

Should it be said that the little young girl's cultivation is not at home, or should it be said that they have a big life?

The whole person has turned into a blue-black poisonous person, and the poisonous person who can't even breathe can still be saved.

A person whose backbone was broken and his whole body was paralyzed recovered in three days, and he could not even see the slightest scar on his body......

Three days.

Just when it was rumored that the three people were dead and couldn't die, these three people actually walked out of the White Mansion in a good manner!

This is the method of the immortals.

No matter how much Zhang Yutang and others "rumored" that Baifu was a "demon cave", there was an endless stream of people who came to visit every day with generous gifts.

In front of the gate of Baifu, Zhang Yutang couldn't help but smile bitterly as he watched another group of "patients" who returned from disappointment.

He didn't know why he still came to this Baifu Gate.

Do you want to see the beautiful woman in Tsing Yi?

The beauty is a demon ......

Or do you also yearn for the immortal method that can raise the flesh and bones of the dead?

Speechless, silent.

Zhang Yutang felt that he was sick, but there was still no medicine to treat, and no "person" could save the terminally ill.

He found out that he actually fell in love with a demon!

The earth shook.

Thunder roared.

In July, Jiangnan is still a scorching summer, a rain falls from the sky, and when it reaches the ground, you can feel a trace of warm heat from it, which makes people can't help but curse in their hearts that this "thief God" can't give everyone a good life.

After all, a rain still took away a little bit of the summer heat.

The heat in the air has also disappeared a little.

In the White Mansion, the demon that was remembered by Zhang Yutang, the cyan snake demon, was squatting in the bathtub at this time, covering his chest and staring at the uninvited "bastard" in front of the door.

"Why don't you break into the house without knocking!"

I heard my sister say that taking a hot bath in summer can relieve the feeling of dryness, but today Xiaoqing didn't go to the pond in Fuzhong to cool off because of the injury on her left shoulder.

But who would have thought, not long after she entered the bathtub, Zhao Han, the bastard, broke into the house......

"I'm bringing you medicine"

In front of the door, Zhao Han said with an embarrassed face, he was still holding a frosted porcelain bottle in his hand.

God knows how you could take a shower in the house!

This is unlucky!

You're still holding your chest!

As if you have!

After complaining a few words about Cen Biqing's airport in his heart, Zhao Han thought about it, put the frosted bottle in his hand on the table with a straight face, and then turned around and left.

Oh, before leaving, he didn't forget to say: "I put the medicine on the table, don't forget to apply it"

Get out of the room and shut them out from the outside.

After that, someone disappeared quickly into Xiaoqing's sensing range at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Deserted and fled......

Inside the house, seeing Zhao Han's figure disappear, a smile flashed in the corner of Cen Biqing's eyes.

"What are you afraid of, this girl won't eat you again"

With a whispered sip, Cen Biqing let go of her hand and looked at the two balls on her chest that "don't grow big", and couldn't help frowning.

A cool breeze blows in from the solid wood windows.

A whisper drifted away from the wind.

"When will you be as big as your sister......

......

......

On the street in front of Baifumen, the earth shook endlessly.

From Zhang Yutang's point of view, a cavalry in black armor was galloping through the streets.

The armor is pitch black, and the dragon spear is sharp.

A trace of rich bloody aura could not help but drift away from the knights.

It smelled of blood.

Let Zhang Yutang, a scholar, easily smell it.

He knew that this was an army that had just finished killing.

The number of troops was not large, and after a hurried glance, Zhang Yutang estimated that this army should have about 200 people.

Zhang Yutang didn't dare to stay in place, because he just glanced at it, and he felt like a man's back, as if he had been pricked by a needle, rising from the bottom of his heart.

Terrible army.

Compared to them, the defenders stationed in Hangzhou City are completely muddy!

Even if the local garrison in Hangzhou obviously has two thousand, Zhang Yutang can guarantee with his life that if there is a conflict with these two hundred cavalry, it will definitely be the local garrison of Hangzhou that will be slaughtered!

Running to the entrance of the street with a hanging heart, Zhang Yutang was relieved after seeing the vendors who were setting up stalls around him.

Looking back, the army covered in blood had already entered the door of the White Mansion.

Ride after ride.

Wait until the cavalry completely disappears in front of your eyes, and wait until the iron-clad gate closes from the inside.

There was a snap, cutting off the inside and outside.

"Good peaches, big and red ripe peaches"

"Freshly baked marshmallows, just a penny..."

"Measuring words and divinations, birthdays and eight characters are hanging in your heart, your fate is in the ......"

The shouting of the surrounding vendors pulled Zhang Yutang back to the world.

For him, inside and outside the White Mansion is the distance between heaven and earth.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Zhang Yutang walked towards home.

For three days, wandering in front of the Baifu Gate every day, he Zhang Yutang has been obsessed......

Zhang Yutang is not the only one who is fascinated.

Iron rode into the house.

Zhao Han, who had just "escaped" from Cen Biqing's room, stood in front of the cavalry formation at this time, looking at the one hundred and ninety-eight Yanyun Iron Horsemen with bloodshot eyes in front of him.

Five hundred and thirty-seven people went and one hundred and ninety-eight returned.

Five hundred iron horsemen, thirty-seven Stargazing Pavilion innate qi cultivators, and now only these one hundred and ninety-eight people are still alive.

At the front of the queue, Zhang Mian weakly climbed off the horse, walked to Zhao Han's side and saluted him.

The old Taoist's lips trembled slightly, and his bloodshot eyes looked at his toes a little blankly, and finally, he spat out four words.

"Fortunately, not dishonored"

Zhang Mian said these four words a little sadly.

Mixed with the smell of blood.

Come to think of it, when it comes to completing the task, the resistance they encounter is not ordinary.

It was so big that he, the pavilion master of the Stargazing Pavilion, had to put on the iron armor of Yanyun Iron Cavalry!

What did they encounter?

Zhao Han didn't ask, just walked up to Zhang Mian and reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Go rest, take a hot shower, tomorrow will be another day"

In a gentle tone, Zhang Mian's eyes turned red.

As if he had let go of some burden, the next moment, this old Taoist priest who was dead and alive and had a rich life experience actually fell to the ground on the spot.

Fainted...

He's not alone!

Just after Zhao Han's words came out, those knights who were still standing on horseback actually had more than a dozen people planted from their horses.

An exclamation rang out.

It was the other Yanyun Iron Cavalry who came around to greet the returning cavalry.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Han sighed in his heart.

Waving his hand to the long-awaited leaves, Zhao Han said softly: "Send them to rest"

"No!"

Ye Zi pursed his lips, ran quickly to some of the faint cavalrymen, and ran to the backyard with one on his back.

The person who carries the person who carries the horse, and the person who leads the horse.

After a while, Zhao Han was the only one left in the Baifu compound.

Looking at their departing backs, Zhao Han couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"It's still not practiced...."

"They are weaker, when I led people to rush, these people were already besieged by the demon clan in the Hanshan Temple"

Silently, Guo Jia's figure walked out from behind Zhao Han.

Returning the ring in his hand to Zhao Han, Guo Jia nodded at him and said, "But the foundation of this team is still okay, if you go through a few more bloody battles, it will not be much worse than the Yanyun Iron Cavalry of the main plane."

Casually putting the ring on his little finger, Zhao Han shook his head when he heard this.

"How can it be so easy, this team has been cultivated for a long time, since its ancestors have received the training of Yanyun Iron Cavalry, and the accumulation of various resources has hollowed out the family foundation of the Great Song Sancheng, and the death of one can make the Jinluan Palace feel distressed for a long time......"

Zhao Han's words were not finished, but Guo Jia had already understood the meaning.

His brows furrowed deeply, and a pair of blood-colored eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of the soldiers' departure.

This workout... There will be no more bloody battles after that.

Unless Da Song is forced to the point where he must show his fangs, a battle with heavy losses like this one will not have anything to do with this "Yanyun Iron Cavalry" in the future.

This is "incredible" in Guo Jia's opinion.

Although he can understand the approach of the Great Song Dynasty, Guo Jia really can't believe that there is such a deep army, but this country actually does not train it into an iron army, but puts them in a comfortable environment to "captive"!

As if seeing what Guo Jia was thinking, Zhao Han rubbed his eyebrows and explained to him: "The Great Song Dynasty is not an empire, there are no powerful enemies on the surface, and although the Great Song Dynasty is rich, a strong army like this army is already the limit of raising three thousand...... The Great Song Dynasty is not an empire, and there is no foundation of the empire for the Great Song Dynasty to toss, so it can only be cultivated slowly and frugally...... After this incident, it is estimated that this team will be split into the other two thousand people, they are all treasures who have seen blood, and the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty is reluctant to let them stay with me and toss."

At the end, Zhao Han couldn't help but let out a long breath.

It's really a bit aggrieved!

Five hundred Yanyun iron horsemen, fighting with a group of demons in Suzhou, and fighting with the heavenly soldiers, and in the end, they were trapped for two days by the formation composed of thousands of monks and soldiers of eighteen golden-bodied arhats!

This team has not collapsed, has not been scattered, and has completely possessed the spirit that an iron army should have.

But when they turn out, they are broken up and redistributed?

Maybe this is a good ending for the soldiers.

If you get promoted and get rich, you don't have to worry about your own life......

But if this happened in the Empire, the person who made this decision would definitely be guillotined!!

An iron army, and a group of instructors.

Which is more important?

There is no shortage of instructors in the empire, the Great Song Dynasty... In fact, there is no shortage of it.

The empire has the confidence to raise three million tigers and wolves, and the four families have the confidence to split the entire empire.

Ke Da Song ...... After all, the book business is more angry!