Lang Zhong saw Qin Zhuofeng's shocking internal force, and knew that if it was about martial arts, he would never be the opponent of this eccentric man, so he simply calmed down, and said with an awe-inspiring smile: "You can't rub sand in your eyes, although your hand is powerful, you can't explain the origin." ”

Qin Zhuofeng nodded, picked up the teacup, raised it to his lips and took a sip, sighed softly and said, "The old madman suffered a big loss under Chang Yuchun in the past, no wonder you are so cautious and careful. Speaking of this, he glanced at Na Langzhong, and said slowly: "Listen to your footsteps, are they from the "Shadowless Sword"? Suddenly, he sighed softly, his eyes couldn't help revealing two points of pain, and he said slowly: "More than 20 years ago, when the old man and Fang Jinsong and other brothers of the "White Tiger Hall" went to assassinate the main general of the Yuan army, Dalu Buhua, they went to ten people, but only me and Brother Fang came back. I was hit by three arrows, and Brother Fang also lost a right hand. Seeing that your internal strength is already sixty percent of Brother Fang's back then, I think you should be his proud disciple, right? ”

"The younger generation Fang Qing is the eldest son of his father, dare to ask the senior's surname?" Hearing Qin Zhuofeng's words, his face suddenly turned respectful, Rao is calm by nature, and when he clenched his fists and bowed to ask, his voice trembled slightly. It turned out that Chen Youliang had never accepted the recruitment of the Yuan Court in the past, and it was because of the heroes from the three mountains and five mountains in the righteous army under his command, far more than Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhang Shicheng, and these martial arts figures belonged to the four halls of "Green Dragon", "White Tiger", "Vermilion Bird" and "Xuanwu" according to their martial arts and wisdom. With Fang Qing's father Fang Jinsong's former fame and martial arts in the rivers and lakes, they can only be divided into the "White Tiger Hall". And the old man in front of him can clearly tell the origin of his martial arts and the experience of his father's broken arm, which shows that he was also a heroic man in the righteous army in the past.

Qin Zhuofeng turned his head to look at Fang Qing, sighed and said, "The old man's surname is Qin Zhuofeng, and he didn't have a name in the rivers and lakes in the past. Is your dad okay with the old madman? ”

Fang Qing said with a smile: "Uncle Feng and my father are still healthy. Speaking of this, after a slight pause, he slowly continued: "The little nephew came to the city to buy medicine this time, and the seniors and fathers, Uncle Feng have not seen each other for many years, so they went with the little nephew to talk about the feelings of the old people." East! Square! Net .com"

Qin Zhuofeng smiled when he heard this: "Stinky boy, don't you doubt the old man anymore at this time?" ”

Fang Qing couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this, and was silent.

After nightfall, the company camp of the blue jade army. Qin Zhuofeng looked at the blazing fire, raised the gourd and took a sip of wine, and slowly said that he would meet with that Fang Qing and go on the road tomorrow morning.

After listening silently, Zhu Quan suddenly smiled and said, "This time, I will go with you, master." While talking, he lifted the kettle on the stove that was already boiling white and poured himself a cup of tea, and after blowing the tea leaves floating on the water, he sighed softly and said: "In the past, if it wasn't for the old man Feng who led the army to attack the Yuan army, Sister Ying and I would have died in the hands of that stinky Tartar in Highlander. At this time, the three guards of "Wuliangha" had already returned to the Ming Dynasty, and it was only a matter of time before the rest of the small tribes in Liaodong returned to obedience, and the emperor naturally would not allow the remnants of the former Chen Youliang to continue to entrench in this Liaodong. This time, he asked Lan Yu to try his best to recruit the cavalry under the command of An Feng's seniors, and then attack the Mobei Yuan Court, but it was quite a bit of a taste of borrowing a knife to kill people and reap the benefits. ”

"The old madman once surrendered to Zhu Yuanzhang once, but instead killed many brothers for Chang Yuchun's pit. What should you do if they refuse to submit? When Qin Zhuofeng said this, he suddenly turned his head and glanced at his apprentice with a pair of awe-inspiring eyes.

Zhu Quan looked at his master and said in a deep voice: "If the Feng seniors are really unwilling to lead the army to submit to the emperor, then I can only persuade them to disperse and live in hiding, and they must not appear in the realm of Liaodong with thousands of soldiers." An army that did not belong to the imperial court was harmful to the emperor's efforts to stabilize Liaodong, a land where many tribes lived together. ”

Hearing this, Qin Zhuofeng couldn't help but shake his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that we can only see the opportunity to act when we get to the ground." ”

On the second day, before dawn, after Qin Zhuofeng quietly restrained the Jinyi guards who were patrolling outside the three camp tents, Zhu Quan and his master swaggered out of the barracks, came to the outside of the city to change their clothes, and went to the market outside the city where the herdsmen of all ethnic groups traded to meet Fang Qing. [East^Fang&Net .com]

Fang Qing led his twenty or so brothers, and last night he had already packed up the ten carts full of goods, and when he saw Qin Zhuofeng's master and apprentice coming, he immediately drove north with hundreds of herdsmen who came to trade tea and horses with the three guards of "Wuliangha", all the way.

Qin Zhuofeng only said that Zhu Quan was his disciple and concealed his identity as King Ning, but Fang Qing did not suspect him when he heard this.

At dawn, Lan Yusu, who looked grim, stood on top of the city, watching the cavalry under the command of Zhu Di, Wang Bi, Guo Ying and others under the leadership of Zhu Di, Wang Bi, Guo Ying and others, prancing horses to practice riding and archery and swinging swords. There was a sudden sound of footsteps in his ears, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look, only to see a tall man with an embroidered spring knife on his waist walking quickly, holding a letterhead, and his face showed a bit of anger and panic.

Cao Wenbin handed the letterhead in his hand to Lan Yu, with a slight wry smile on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Dashuai, His Royal Highness King Ning will say goodbye without saying goodbye, do you know where he is?" It turned out that he had only discovered that the three subordinates who were in charge of guarding King Ning's tent had dotted acupoints and fainted on the ground, and after rushing into Zhu Quan's tent in a panic, he saw the letterhead handed over by King Ning's confidant scholar Ma Sanbao, and then he knew that he had left on his own. He was entrusted with the task of protecting the two princes in the army, and he had a great responsibility, so he hurried to ask Lan Yu about Zhu Quan's whereabouts.

Lan Yu sneered after hearing this: "This highness is the most difficult, who knows where he went, and this marshal is busy with military affairs and has no time to take care of him." He didn't bother to reach out to pick up the letterhead in Cao Wenbin's hand, and led Wang Erhu and other personal soldiers down the city wall. In the past, he had received Zhu Yuanzhang's secret order to recruit the cavalry of Fengtieling entrenched in Liaodong, and at this time, after listening to Cao Wenbin's advice, he already guessed that most of his trip was to find the elusive cavalry. Lan Yu is arrogant by nature, and he has never looked down on Jiang Xian, Cao Wenbin, the leader of the brocade guard with hidden activities, so he didn't bother to explain so much to him, and after getting off the city wall, he led the army to gallop, and he seemed to be gone.

Cao Wenbin had the heavy responsibility of guarding, and he had no choice but to lead more than 50 of his subordinates to gallop on horseback, rushing to look around outside the city, looking at countless herdsmen who had left Daning in groups and returned to the north, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: I can't even hit in one direction, how to find a needle in a haystack? Turning his mind to think of the three subordinates in the camp who were still numb and weak, he thought about it: These three brocade guards are silent, and they are so frightened that they can't be down, but I still can't solve the acupoints for a long time, and it seems that there are other masters around His Highness. Thinking of this, he had no choice but to lead a group of his subordinates back to the barracks. It turned out that Qin Zhuofeng was afraid of Cao Wenbin's identity, and when he came to Liaodong with the army all the way, he tried to avoid his face, except for Zhu Quan's henchmen and Lan Yu and Wang Bi, no one in the army knew that in the army, this person who pretended to be King Ning's personal soldier was this strange hero of the rivers and lakes with outstanding martial arts.

After a day's journey, Zhu Quan's convoy waved goodbye to the herdsmen of those tribes and parted ways.

After Fang Qing turned his head and nodded to one of the brothers in the convoy, he saw that the man led several sturdy companions to jump out of the car, leading the horses behind, and eliminating the rutted marks left by the convoy along the way.

After another half a day, the convoy had entered a mountainous area, and the road was getting rougher and rougher.

After Fang Qing gave an order, the convoy stopped abruptly. Zhu Quan saw that the mountains here were rugged and uninhabited, and he was in a strange situation, but he saw Fang Qing whispering to the young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes who followed him to Daning: "You go back first to tell Uncle Feng and my father, just say that Qin Zhuofeng's seniors who were in the White Tiger Hall of the Righteous Army twenty years ago have arrived. Then call some brothers to come and carry the goods. Speaking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Qin Zhuofeng, who was sleeping in the car with his eyes closed. It turned out that although he no longer doubted that Qin Zhuofeng had also been in the righteous army in the past and knew his father Fang Jinsong, he still didn't dare to be careless when he thought of the life and death of more than 30,000 old and young, so he asked his brothers to return first and told the leader Feng Tieling and his father to make a fool of themselves.

Qin Zhuofeng didn't know Fang Qing's thoughts, and he still slept comfortably in the car, not even bothering to open his eyes.

Zhu Quan was bored waiting, and seeing Fang Qing and his subordinates looking at him with a somewhat wary look, he also dispelled the idea of chatting with them, followed the master's example, and fell asleep comfortably in the sun.

More than an hour later, a group of dozens of figures on the hillside came streaming, only to see that this group of people ranged in age from more than 20 to more than 50 years old, walking quickly in the rugged mountains, and they were actually walking like flying, without stopping, and it was obvious that all of them were people who practiced martial arts. At the head was a one-eyed old man with gray hair and a steel knife, and beside him was a one-armed old man of the same age as him, tall and thin, with a face that looked a little like a monk.

Seeing them coming, Fang Qing couldn't help but look happy, and when he was about to speak, he saw his father Fang Jinsong wave his hand lightly, so he stopped talking.

Zhu Quan was in a coma, and suddenly a human voice came from his ears, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that in front of him, the white light flashed, and a steel knife and long sword were already as fast as lightning, heading straight to his side, and the still sleeping master Qin Zhuofeng fell on his head. The long sword came first, and it seemed to be three points faster than the steel knife, and it hit Qin Zhuofeng's throat directly.

Zhu Quan was shocked when he saw this, and when he reached out and pulled out half of the long sword on his side, he saw that Qin Zhuofeng's right hand was stretched out, and the second finger of the middle finger had already clamped the spine of the sword.

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