The corners of Lu Wenhou's lips rose slightly, and he said categorically: "I don't kill heroes!"

After speaking, he carried Fang Tian's halberd, turned around on his horse, and left in style.

The cheers of the state army continued.

Hua Xiong got up, knelt down in the direction where Lu Wen was riding his horse, knocked his head three times, and shouted loudly: "Today's grace will be repaid a hundred times in the future!"

The soldiers looked at Hua Xiong, who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, but did not show mockery, but showed some admiration.

However, as Lü Wenhou's horses left, the soldiers of Bingzhou also retreated quickly like a tide.

Wen Zhuo looked at Cheng Yingguang with a complicated expression and asked, "How?"

Cheng Yingguang stroked the gray beard on his chin, and sighed meaningfully: "This person is a person with a heroic dream!"

Wen Zhuo didn't understand this, so he frowned, and his expression was even more dazed.

Cheng Yingguang smiled and said, "Follow me!"

Then, Wen Zhuo followed him down the city tower.

In the past few years in the Earth Spirit Secret Realm, Xichu has only been a few days.

Since the death of Queen Dugu, the prince has been in the Tianzi Pavilion of Shangwu Pavilion, indulging in wine and singing every day, as if he has become a waste man who has lost his fighting spirit.

However, I don't know if it was because of the guilt of personally killing Queen Dugu Luo, the prince of Xichu was not disappointed in this prince, but spoiled him more than before.

As for the Dizi Pavilion, it is relatively bland.

It's just that for some reason, Bai Yuan was seriously injured and was in retreat to recuperate.

Of course, Bai Yuan himself was also at a loss, he didn't know why the man in black wanted to spare his life in the end, and said that it was for the sake of having an old friendship with his grandfather.

There are not many and no people who have old friendships with their grandfathers, but there are almost zero people who have old friendships with their grandfathers, and they have never seen or know them.

After all, he is Bai Poyun, the most beloved great-grandson.

After practicing the Xinglan Jue, Bai Yuan's mind obviously had some changes, such as this question that he couldn't understand, he didn't think about it.

It's better to spend more time on recuperation and practice.

As for the peace of the Dizi Pavilion, an extremely important thing happened to the Renzi Pavilion again.

Wang Le passed the test of the herringbone pavilion to the earth-shaped pavilion, and when he passed the test, the spiritual root measured was still a divine spiritual root.

Therefore, many people speculated whether it was because of the sudden disappearance of Zuo Zhonglang and Wang Zhiqiu, so Wang Le's whole person underwent a qualitative change.

But no matter what, he entered the Dizi Pavilion with an extremely stunning figure.

Like most new disciples entering the Dizi Pavilion for the first time, Wang Le was full of freshness to every scene and everything around him.

But unlike those new disciples, even though he had a high degree of freshness about everything in the Dizi Pavilion, he couldn't arouse the slightest interest.

His eyes were hollow, like a deep and wide sea, without a trace of waves, and as for how many storms and waves were hidden behind him, no one knows.

Everyone didn't know where Wang Zhiqiu had gone, or maybe some high-level officials knew, but it didn't matter, because he knew it too.

And know why Wang Zhiqiu didn't come back.

Who is his father's killer?

That's enough!

Wang Le raised his head and looked at the two most iconic buildings on the east and west banks of the Meiren River.

Purple Building, Lingren Pavilion!

His gaze was so cold, just like the cold of the Beiming Continent.

The secret realm of the earth spirit, outside Luoyang City, and the big tent of the army of millions in the state.

Ding Yuan sat on the table, munching on the roast chicken with relish while listening to the report of his subordinates.

However, as his subordinates reported, his face became more and more ugly.

Hua Xiong slashed several generals of his own side in a row, and Lu Wenhou beat Hua Xiong under the horse with one blow, obviously he could easily kill the other party, but in the end he let the other party go.

What is it called?

Thinking of Lu Wenhou's last sentence, Ding Yuan couldn't help but be a little annoyed, threw out the pen he was holding in anger, and shouted: "Why don't you kill a hero, then why don't you kill me?"

Seeing this, the subordinate who gave the message turned pale with fright, and fell to his knees with a puff.

Lu Wenhou's behavior is not once or twice, but it is the first time that Ding Yuan has been so angry.

He thought, these news should be very important to Lord Li Ru, right?

Luoyang, in Wenfu.

Cheng Yingguang looked at the news from the guest and laughed: "In this way, there will be a great opportunity." ”

When Wen Zhuo heard this, he put down the teacup he had originally picked up again, and came to Cheng Yingguang in a hurry, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Li Ru, but what is the good news?"

Cheng Yingguang lit a glass spiritual fire, burned the very small letter, and then said with a meaningful smile: "Lu Wenhou and Ding Yuan, they look like they are separated!"

In just one sentence, Wen Zhuo's heart bloomed, and two blazing brilliances bloomed in his eyes.

Cheng Yingguang said: "Only BMW and beauties can match heroes, although we don't have a woman who can match Lu Wenhou, but there is a BMW that makes Lu Wenhou tempting." ”

Wen Zhuo frowned and asked, "Are you talking about Chitu?"

Cheng Yingguang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why are you reluctant?"

Wen Zhuo naturally will not be reluctant, if he does not enter the tiger's den, he will get the tiger!

Outside Luoyang City, intrigues, and inside Yizhou City, there is a lot of accumulation.

The recruitment of troops is in full swing, the economy, production, people's livelihood, and agriculture are booming, coupled with the assistance of the Great Four Seasons Array, I believe that in a few years, the strength of Yizhou will definitely surpass the princes of the Ten Roads, and even the first state of the current state.

It's just a few years, and it's too long after all.

Ji Yu didn't know where to dig up a Bodhi tree and planted it in the yard, and it didn't take long for the Bodhi tree to sprout.

In a trance, the aura in Yizhou Prefecture was a little stronger.

Fan Kuan, who was meditating and enlightening in the courtyard of Fu Bang, also realized something at that moment, and for a while, the aura of heaven and earth, and the thousands of rivers returned to the sea, which was included in his spiritual source.

The filial son has embarked on the road of cultivation!

After the Spring Festival, the business of the "Shushui" calligraphy and painting shop is a little bleak, perhaps because in another year, those businessmen who love Wang Po to sell melons and boast want to make money quickly, and there is no time to buy calligraphy and paintings to show elegance.

But at the moment when the aura in Yizhou Prefecture suddenly became rich, the young monk with his hair put down the Buddhist scriptures, raised his head, looked at the sky high and far outside the store, and muttered to himself with some uncertainty: "Meditation?"

The little beggar was a little puzzled and said, "Brother, what are you talking nonsense again?"

For a moment, the young monk felt very itchy, because a cicada suddenly jumped into his heart, and at this time he wanted to put this cicada in the right place.

So, instead of answering the little beggar's question, he took a pen and an ink plate, and went out in a hurry.

The little beggar looked at the back of the young monk and scolded with a slight annoyance: "Neurotic!"

Then, she continued to paint her landscape paintings.

The young monk carried his pen and ink to the vermilion courtyard wall of the Yizhou Prefecture Capital, and then began to write with excitement on his face.

The book is only two crosses, but a poem, but a cicada in my heart.

The boy, on the other hand, seemed to have painted the blueprint of his own great dreams, proud, proud and excited.

The body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror platform, always wipe diligently, do not cause dust.

After the two crosses were written, the cicadas in my heart had been released, but I didn't know how many people could hear the cicada and see this big dream.

But life must be full of joy, and that is enough!11