When Li Xiangru came to this world, he felt a lot of warmth that he had never felt, and the boss often beat him but often called some meager rewards as fish and meat to replenish his body. The military advisor's intelligence for him made him begin to read and write, and although the commander was often majestic, he was also unusually gentle. The GIs in the barracks often gave him their share of interesting gadgets after the battle.

The fatherly love and brotherhood that I didn't get in that world made up for it a lot here. Therefore, he played willfully for a few years, and regained the innocence and longing that he should have had as a child. But these are properly buried in the deepest part of his heart after he once again lost his loved ones, suffered many setbacks and warm things.

He was fortunate to meet the blind master after the pain, and the blind master took the man's love for the calf from the perfect inheritance in the barracks. Then there was a dean of the academy, and the local became his teacher, and it also became a temporary support for him.

Every time in the dead of night, he still felt lonely, he felt that he was still alone in this world.

There are many things that, once lost, are lost forever.

Li Xiangru was dressed in black, wearing a hood and standing outside a mansion wing, with a red lantern hanging at the door of the wing, and the dim light outlined his slender figure. Between the eyebrows, the pale side face, and the corners of the lips are dyed with the brilliance of the night, which is not real, but cold and clear. He held a hundred knives in his right hand, and the tip of the knife shone brightly with the red of the light—as if it were a bloody scarlet.

This is a general's mansion, the residence of Feng Bokangdi, the deputy general of the Left Army.

The left and right military patrols were in charge of the Beijing division and accompanied the capital in the wind and fire, fighting, thieves and prison interrogations.

Feng Combo was also a border guard, and he also made great contributions to Jingguo, but he was used to fighting in the frontier, and outside the border fortress was either suffering from sand storms or rain, snow and hail. After he saw the arrogance and arrogance of the angels sent by the court to patrol the court, he felt that the so-called "horse leather shroud" was just a big joke, he had seen too many unknown corpses of brothers who died in battle to protect the border fortress, the court did not compensate, and the civilians did not remember, everything was just an insignificant point in a number. However, in any case, those soldiers were flesh and blood, bones and names.

He was unwilling, and watched the nostrils facing the heavens and the earth to endure the killing intent, and offered a hundred taels of gold, flattering him. The envoy immediately changed his attitude under the temptation of heavy money, and when he returned to the capital, he began to activate his relations and pave the way for him to build bridges. After paying a bribe of 1,000 taels of silver, he was transferred back to the capital. Through the relationship between Fan Taiwei and became one of the important defenders of the capital.

In the year he entered the capital, he accepted a petition for his name. That vote made him very painful, but if he didn't do it, his previous efforts would be in vain. Not only will you not be able to enter the capital, but you will also fall into a place of no return. At that time, he hated those people who were full of flowers and intestines and read in a sanctimonious manner.

The last bit of conscience was completely extinguished after that night. Then, he became a dog among the ministers, and he did not hesitate to pounce on whoever he was told to bite.

After that, he began to live a drunken life, wine color, beauty, he has it. It seems that he is only indulged in wine, and he is who he is.

Feng Bokang wore a wide silk robe, revealing a bulging belly, walked to the table in the bedroom, picked up the wine jug, and poured a few sips violently. When the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the six-foot-long knife on the wall of the bedroom that he used to defend the frontier, he suddenly became gloomy. He had been a soldier and should have been in good shape. It's just that years of prosperity in the capital have worn out his tiger-like courage and strength, and now he has nothing more than a body of fat. Comfort, so that his posture also becomes lazy.

He looked back at the young and beautiful woman lying asleep on the bed, revealing snow-white arms, and smiled self-deprecatingly. At least, he didn't have to lie down in the cold place, at least the woman here was gentle and not a vulgar village woman in the countryside.

His right eyebrow jumped suddenly, and a dangerous smell rushed straight into the room from the outside. His brows furrowed, and after a moment of contemplation, he slowly walked to the bed, kicked the two women sleeping on the bed, and shouted loudly, "Get out!"

The thunderous shouts and the sudden pain made the two women wail and hug their heads, and ran out of the door with a piece of clothing to cover their naked bodies.

Feng Bokang squinted at the backs of the two women and disappeared into his small courtyard.

Suddenly, his eyes turned cold, and the two women collapsed before they could run out of the courtyard.

A long, slender black figure carrying a knife slowly appeared at the door of his chamber, blocking the way out.

Feng Bokang squinted, pretending to be calm, and stared at the man in black with flashing eyes.

The man in black slowly pulled off his hood with one hand, revealing his pale and cold face, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, he shook his head, and said lightly and confidently: "Do you let those two women run so that your guards can come in and save you? It's useless, tonight, no one can save you." ”

Feng Bokang moved a few steps slightly to the wall where the knife was hung, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "You...... You...... Who is it? What do you want to do?"

At that time, my name was Xiaohu, as for now, you don't need to know. Li Xiangru was still smiling, and took a step into the wing, and the hundred knives were bloodthirsty.

When Feng Bokang heard this, he was stunned and stood in place.

He remembered that the name of those civil officials who had entered the capital was to lead troops to encircle and suppress the Shi Marshal's Mansion and slaughter all of Lu Changfeng's family! This was a ruthless and poisonous plan by those civil officials, and there was no way out from then on. That night, under the situation that Taiwei sent someone to supervise by his side, he personally killed more than 30 servants of the Lufu family, and that night the Shishuai's Mansion was like a river of blood like purgatory on earth...... He knows that Lu Changfeng, a highly meritorious general in Jingguo, is a soldier who guards the frontier like him, but his identity and official position are difficult to compare with Lu Shishuai.

Feng Bokang was lost at the moment, and his legs seemed to be unable to support his already bloated body.

He was also assassinated a few times after he slaughtered Lu Fu Manmen, but those assassins were some small footsteps. He didn't even have to make a move, the men fell at his feet, and as time went on, there were fewer assassinations, and he let his guard down. However, it still came.

Li Xiangru looked at this general who did not look like a general with a playful look in his eyes, and asked, "Do you still pick up a knife?"

When Feng Bokang heard this, his face gradually became fierce and cruel, and he said hideously: "Try it and you'll know!" After speaking, he rolled to the front of the long knife on the spot, and when he stood on the ground, he instantly took off the knife, held the handle of the knife with his right hand, and the tip of the knife mopped the ground.

He held the hilt of the knife with his fingers stretched out and relaxed a few times, it seems that this general, who once guarded the border and killed countless enemies, has indeed been completely corroded by the prosperous capital. A rolling motion was like a ball, and when he stood up, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. After a few years of pampering, his movements were rusty.

Li Xiangru looked quietly with a sneer on his face.

Feng Kangbo was furious when he was looked at by Li Xiangru's contemptuous eyes, shouted, dragged the long knife, and rushed forward suddenly, trying to split Li Xiangru into two from the bottom to the top.

Li Xiangru touched the ground on tiptoe, and floated back lightly with his strength, standing in the middle of the courtyard.

Feng Bokang stabbed unsuccessfully, chased after him, and slashed at Li Xiangru's head from top to bottom several meters in the air, Li Xiangru's body was slightly sideways, but he still felt the long knife blowing on the ground, and the strong wind stabbed his pale face like a hurricane.

Li Xiangru took a few steps back, stood with a hundred knives across his chest, and when he looked down, he found that the bluestone where he had just stood was broken, and a crack on the ground that was more than three feet long and about one foot deep.

Hit Feng Bokang again for the middle of the long knife station, holding the handle of the knife, his body was slightly prostrate, his shoulders trembled, he gasped for breath, and the sweat on his forehead instantly rained down. His eyes glanced upward, as if helplessly looking at Li Xiangru unscathed.

Li Xiangru secretly thought in his heart, this Feng Bokang is worthy of being a fierce general defending the city in Mingzhou, and the six-foot-long knife has countless snowman alien heads, but it's a pity......

Li Xiangru looked up at the sky, the night was dark and the wind was high, and it was a good time to kill. When he lowered his head again, his eyes narrowed, and with a flick of his wrist, he rushed straight up.

Baibi slashed sideways, striking at the hilt of the six-foot-long knife, shooting out a burst of sparks of fine iron colliding with the ground. Li Xiangru turned his knife into two hands with one hand, and fought in close quarters like a storm and rain.

A few days ago, Wang Dashan taught kendo, although it is different from the sword, but it also benefited Li Xiangru a lot, and today he used some of the kendo he learned to use on the knife and test the knife with Feng Bokang.

The Baipi knife and the long knife collided together, and the huge impact force shook Feng Kangbo back a few steps, and Li Xiangru bullied up, and the knife was fatal and violent.

Li Xiangru integrates the softness and lightness of the sword into the knife technique, and in his hand the Baipi knife is more than fierce, smart and elegant.

This position is dazzling......

Feng Bokang's long knife had no advantage after Li Xiangru was close, and the attack was extremely violent, shocking his arm numb several times and wanting to get rid of the long knife. Hua Xing, who couldn't stop slamming out, splashed into his right eye, and after several fingers of his right hand were cut off, he couldn't help but wail, the long knife took off his hand, staggered back a few steps, covered the severed finger, and curled up in pain and wailed.

Before the long knife fell to the ground, the blade of the knife cracked, and under the continuous blows of the Baipi knife, his long knife finally lost its tenacity......

Feng Bokang's whole body trembled when he took off the knife and sat on the ground, he seemed to feel that his internal organs had been shattered by Li Xiangru's Baipi Knife, but he could still clearly feel the pain in his body from the inside out.

Feng Bokang struggled to open his right eye, his eyelids constantly shaking to relieve the pain in his eyeball. Looking at the long knife that had been broken in two, he looked at Li Xiangru angrily and resentfully.

Li Xiangru put the knife into the sheath in a dashing manner, walked slowly to Feng Bokang, didn't care about his resentful eyes, and said lightly: "A senior deliberately found me and asked me to only kill the first evil." But he looked at it, and when those people raised their butcher's knives to slaughter the old and young of Lufu, they did not think of leaving a mercy. I don't want to listen to the persuasion of the senior, and I don't want to listen to the teacher's kindness in my heart. ”

Li Xiangru slowly squatted down, looked at Feng Bokang, who was trembling with fear and powerless to resist, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "In this world, how can there be any justice at all? If you have to say that there is, it is the toughness of the knife in your hand." You agree with that, don't you?"

Feng Bokang tried his best to stop his trembling body, his hateful gaze slowly turned into a pleading, his voice was choked and hoarse, he knelt in front of Li Xiangru with the greatest strength, and kowtowed to Li Xiangru with his last strength, and his forehead and skull slammed into the bluestone floor of the courtyard, "Please, let my son go, he is still young, he doesn't know anything, he doesn't understand anything! Please! Please!"

Feng Bokang's body didn't seem to feel any pain, and the only thing left for him was to plead, repeat the plea, just to give his nine-year-old son a way to live. The Feng family is the only one left, he knows that he has done a lot of evil, and he never wants to be comfortable after death, but he can't bear to leave before the old child has time to see the beauty of this world.

Li Xiangru stood up, turned his back to Feng Bokang, who kowtowed and begged for mercy, and said lightly: "Then have you ever thought that there are more than a dozen children in Lufu who are waiting for mercy?"

Feng Bokang didn't know at all, he just kept pleading, after hearing Li Xiangru's words, he lost his soul, and he suddenly said: "I'll tell you who is behind the scenes! I'll tell you who asked me to do this! I still have money and silver! I'll give it all to you! I'll give it all to you! I'm forced to ......."

Li Xiangru walked with his back to him, and suddenly stopped, Feng Bokang thought that he had changed his mind, and said with hope: "I can give all the land to ...... You ......"

Before Feng Bokang finished speaking, he looked down at the long knife inserted into his body in a daze. When he looked at the ground at Li Xiangru's feet again, he found that there was still a broken hilt.

Li Xiangru turned his back to Feng Bokang, who fell to the ground silently, and said lightly: "I don't need anything." ”

After saying that, he walked out.

Inside the gate of the compound, eight or nine black-clothed men stood solemnly in two, leaving only murderous eyes in the night sky. A leader heard that Li Xiangru was talking to Feng Bokangdi, walked up to Li Xiangru, and asked, "Do you really want to kill all the people in the house?"

Li Xiangru was silent for a long time when he heard this, and then shook his head weakly, and walked out of the general's mansion without stopping.

The man in black stared at Li Xiangru's back, his eyes flickering.

"Head, what should I do?" asked a man in black.

The black-clothed man in the lead glanced at the interrogator, then looked at Li Xiangru who was walking away, gritted his teeth, and said, "Kill them all!

The rest of the leaders said yes, and walked back to the various courtyards of the mansion again.

"Remember, no unfavorable traces can be left behind!"

"Yes!"

The leader in black muttered: "Childe, there are some things that you can't do, but as a subordinate, you must do them!

Yes, there are some things that Li Xiangru can not do, but he Liu Qing can't help but do them, and the remaining few people in black are also from the Burning City Lu Family Army, and they will also do it. In their own eyes, they would have been damned for a long time.

After a lapse of six years, the massacre of the General's Mansion and the Yamanmen occurred again, and all the people in the interior of the Mansion were cut their throats in their sleep without intuition, but this time the destruction of the General's Mansion was a happy event among the people.