In a quiet living room, only the sound of Huo Xiangyun's pen brushing on the paper page was heard.

But after a few breaths, another person pushed the door open and came in.

Wan Yanjing heard the movement and wanted to look up curiously to see who it was, but Huo Xiang still wrote his own, and he didn't mean to greet someone, and he could see that the new person had won his trust.

The crimson figure slowly approached, standing in front of the desk only a few feet away from Huo Xiang, and the person who came looked at the young man standing on the side, and then looked at the handbook that Huo Xiang was about to finish, and frowned.

"Are you sure this will work? I'm not questioning you, but I'm afraid I'm going to bring bad news, Xia Zhuang's army of 20,000 has already passed Surabaya. ”

Hearing this familiar female voice, Wan Yanjing almost wanted to sneer three times.

Sure enough, he came in directly without knocking on the door, and the second goods who didn't understand the rules at all were Wang Xiaolan's house.

She wanted to complain about Wang Xiaolan, but she wanted to beat Huo Xiang even more.

If Huo Xiang doesn't allow it, can Wang Xiaolan be so "free"?

Not only pushed the door in casually, but also questioned his superiors, tsk, my cousin is really different.

Huo Xiang still didn't look up, he was busy writing hard, the 20,000 troops in Xiazhuang didn't seem to be able to let him take it in his eyes at all, and his tone was still unhurried:

"If we don't succeed, we won't succeed, if we don't succeed, we will run away directly, can this small hill stop us?"

Wang Xiaolan was surprised: "Escape? What about the 2,000 soldiers who follow us? ”

Huo Xiang's voice was calm and light: "My own little life is almost impossible to save, how can I control them, of course, they will fly separately when the catastrophe comes." ”

"You ......" Wang Xiaolan wanted to say something, but she couldn't figure out Huo Xiang's true intentions, and she didn't know if he was joking, so she finally remained silent.

She watched Huo Xiang finish writing the handwritten copy, and brought up a one-foot-square quaint box from under the desk, and when she opened it, there were all kinds of bottles and cans, as well as strangely shaped tools.

This is a meticulous job, Huo Xiang carefully smeared and smeared on the handcopy, page by page.

After each page, a wisp of internal force is controlled to dry it, and then the next page is continued, and the whole process is carried out for several hours.

The original new manuscript seems to have spanned decades in an instant, becoming old and yellowed, the handwriting is slightly blurred, and the "meaning" in it gradually fades with "time" until it disappears.

Even if you look at the people in the calligraphy, or the masters of cultural relics who specialize in identification, this is a Mandarin book that has been circulated for decades.

It does not contain any mystery, and does not carry any bookish meaning.

Wan Yanjing even found that there were even annotations on the pages that Huo Xiang deliberately imitated with different handwriting, oil stains that readers accidentally dripped while eating, and corners that were bent casually.

Everything is just right, but it's chilling.

It's like a terrifying trap that is natural but unpolished.

Wang Xiaolan's brows relaxed, her previous suspicions were completely dispelled, and her eyes were full of admiration for Huo Xiang.

"I don't know if I can do it, but when I see this exquisite handwritten copy, I believe you a little."

Huo Xiang was noncommittal, looked at his new masterpiece, and finally checked whether there were any omissions.

Wan Yanjing, who was watching from a strange angle, only felt sore teeth when she listened to Wang Xiaolan's words.

I kind of believe you......

An indescribable feeling made people extremely responsive, and Huo Xiang could actually listen to it.

Wan Yanjing hates Wang Xiaolan very much, and a very important reason is that this person is too self-righteous and has no sense of boundaries at all.

She thought that Wang Xiaolan did it deliberately in front of her, after all, she was Huo Xiang's cousin, and she was still in love with Huo Xiang, so she naturally didn't deal with her, the princess.

Looking at the current situation, she probably misunderstood something before.

Wang Xiaolan didn't deliberately nostrils facing the sky in front of her, she was the one who had nostrils facing the sky in front of everyone, and Huo Xiang was not that exception.

【Probability?】 】

Huo Xiang suddenly asked in his heart.

【66%】

System loopback.

Wan Yanjing was taken aback, but she quickly understood that Huo Xiang was asking the system about the success rate of his planning for something.

is only more than sixty percent sure, Huo Xiang is so calm and relaxed?

Wang Xiaolan saw Huo Xiang handing the handcopy to the young man, and couldn't help but ask, "How sure are you?" I can't think of how I can rely on a hand-copied script to make Tu Shanying fall into the realm. ”

"Ten percent!"

Huo Xiang said confidently.

Good fellow, the number 66 was rounded up to one hundred by him.

"Tu Shanying is at least two hundred years old, he is not only old, but also a pure madman. Since he is an old madman, don't judge him with ordinary people's thinking. ”

"This hot blood of mine is just right for him."

Thank you for the invitation, I have been connotated, I also love to watch "Eyes on the World", and it is also very compatible with me.

Wan Yanjing's face was expressionless.

But is Tu Shanying more than 200 years old?

Despite his gray hair, he looked less than thirty.

"Piansheng, this time the stakes are very high, we must be cautious, and the city will meet at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

Huo Xiang looked at the young man and said with a straight face.

Shi Piansheng gave a military salute: "General rest assured!" ”

The young man's eyes are pure, full of trust and reverence, and between his eyebrows is the courage of a soldier.

No matter what orders Huo Xiang ordered, he never questioned it, and even if he let him die, he would not hesitate for a moment.

His image of a vigorous young man gradually coincided with the lonely white jade tablet mound in Wan Yanjing's mind.

There are only a few old clothes of teenagers under the stele, and the stele is engraved with the birthday of General Qingfeng.

is only twenty-three years old, the same age as Wan Yanjing, and even a few months younger than her.

Paper money fluttering in the sky, sharp horn suona......

forcibly made a lively deserted grave, except for her and Yushi, there was nothing else.

Shi Piansheng, who doesn't know what his parents are, was an orphan who stole and begged on the street when he was five years old.

The beggars stealing and begging are all controlled by the gang, and they are cleverly released to steal things, and they have to hand over "ties" to the boss every day, and those who have not been able to hand over the "bundles" will be disabled and left on the side of the road to beg.

Although Shi Piansheng is young, he is strong and smart, and he is very good at stealing, and he is the "cash cow" of the gang boss.

But I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet.

He stole it from Huo Xiang, didn't he just plant it?

Wan Yan Jing still remembered that Shi Piansheng's eyes were shining when he secretly told her about this past:

"I've been looking at the general on the side of the road for a long time, dressed in fine clothes, with a very white and handsome face, a fairy-like little boy, walking alone on the street for some reason, like a fat sheep who is easy to deceive."

"I went over and lied to him, pretending to fall and taking his purse with him."

"He was a little distracted, and he didn't notice it at all, but when I went back and opened the purse, I felt terrible."

"I don't know what it is, but Jin Cancan's eyes tell it's not an ordinary thing."

"He caught up and slashed our boss with a sword."

"Hahaha, I stole the Tiger Talisman of the Great Qin Border Army at that time......"

Thanks to the book friend Reincarnation Chiyou for the monthly pass, breaking the empty 0 eggs on this month's monthly pass, the author is so excited!

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