Wang Fulu looked at the back of the middle-aged man and said coldly: "I know what you rely on, isn't it Li San, Zhao Si, Wang Wu, Chen Liu, Qin Qi, these people? I know that you can fight, and your brothers are also very good at fighting, but you don't forget, Li San and Chen Liu are the captains of the Praetorian Guard, Wang Wu is the leader of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion, and Qin Qi is the old man who has retired from the guards. The big guys gently their fingers, and you will be pressed into the deepest part of the underworld, and you will never be able to turn over. ”

The middle-aged man turned around and frowned into his eyes.

"Over the years, your most reliable and capable brother has died a lot, except for Zhao Si's waste, you can only rely on these guys, but you don't understand the power of the nobles at all. They only need a word, a piece of paper, to trap the force you rely on the most in the barracks. The bull ghosts, snakes, and gods in this capital city who have been suppressed by you for more than ten years, once they know the news, they must be happy to jump out and bite you hard, right?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, the expression on his face gradually calmed down, and he continued to walk outside the door.

Wang Fulu sneered behind him and said, "Count the old Song Dynasty as a dead grass...... Your hand has stretched out too long, and it has reached the court...... Now that you're all enemies, I'm going to see who can tolerate you!"

The middle-aged man put his right hand on the door, and after a moment of silence, he said, "As long as the sky can tolerate me, I can live." ”

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When those big people who are high above the temple suddenly become interested in caring about the weeds above the rivers and lakes, no matter how vigorous the vitality of those weeds is and how strong the living humanity is, it will be like the grassland after the wildfire, leaving only the scorched waist and the grass roots remaining in the soil, and it is impossible to repeat the previous luxuriness.

That's what power tastes like.

Luo Fan has never dealt with officialdom in his life, so he is familiar with this taste at all.

Out of his natural sense of danger, he didn't believe what the fourth princess said about the second prince, so he didn't go to meet the second prince as agreed, and he decided to visit Xia Houfu first.

When the assassination happens to the same person at the same time, it doesn't matter who the other person is and what purpose each other has, but there must be something in common.

It's a pity that this time when it was his turn to smell the power, the smell became a little worse.

The tall lintel suddenly opened in front of Luo Fan, and in an instant, the firelight illuminated the entire quiet alley.

"Before General Xia Hou left, he already knew that you were coming."

There were sergeants standing on both sides of the gate, and behind the sergeant, there was an official who was about forty years old, with triangular eyes and rosacea, and a sparse beard under his chin.

He looked at Luo Fan in front of the gate, and said with some mockery: "Are you going to come in by yourself, or let us tie you in." ”

Luo Fan looked at the lead cloud in the sky and calculated silently, estimating that it should be about the same, in a transparent firelight, under the respect of the sergeant beside him, he walked towards the official who looked different from ordinary people.

The sole of the tough boot stepped on the smooth stone road, making a soft snapping sound in the silent firelight, Luo Fan looked at the figure not far away, and walked forward slowly, his right hand quietly protected the Zangfeng sword on his waist, although there was no edge, but it had its own edge.

If you have found it, you have nothing to fear.

Chen Zixian was forty-two years old, a deputy general under General Xia Hou, who was awarded by the imperial court for his meritorious service in sweeping the Tang Dynasty, and then was seriously injured in the fourth year of the Apocalypse due to the grassland war.

This person has a strange face and an extremely ruthless personality, and every time he wins a battle, he often slaughters the city. Chen Zixian, who was behind the courtyard door in the rain in front of him, Luo Fan knew that it was not easy to deal with.

Luo Fan couldn't understand why Xia Hou was waiting for him to come. He looked down slightly at the stone pavement behind the lintel of the high gate, and moved slowly to get closer to the man.

The sergeants couldn't figure out where the boy's fearlessness came from, and waited quietly for the order, and at the sound of the order, a deadly siege would be issued against the boy.

Great Qin founded the country with martial arts, this young man is not a cultivator, if he has the slightest intention, he may fall miserably under the steel knives of these sergeants.

Luo Fan's footsteps were calm and steady, he walked slowly through the steps, looked at the housekeeper of Xia Hou Mansion who was staring at him in the courtyard, and said, "Chen Zixian?"

The official seemed to be surprised, raised his head, a strange color flashed in his cloudy triangular eyes, looked at Luo Fan who was approaching, looked at the figure that was gradually approaching, wanted to see his face clearly, and said after a moment of silence: "Yes, it is worthy of being appreciated by Xia Hou." ”

Luo Fan stopped, looked up slightly around the mansion, and confirmed that all the sergeants in the mansion had appeared here, he slowly looked back at the tall lintel, gently grasped the hilt of Zangfeng's sword with his right hand, and continued to walk towards the strange-looking retired officer.

Footsteps on the hard stone pavement made a crackling sound.

Chen Zixian blinked slowly, looked at the young man who came from the firelight, and said hoarsely, "It's finally here." ”

Yes, the people waiting for Xia Hou are here.

In that assassination, the boy who easily cracked the Xia Hou Assassination Legion came, Xia Hou knew what it meant to pass through the initial core of the academy, and even if he walked, no matter which disciple of the academy he represented, he would come to the capital. And for a teenager who can crack the assassination legion, he has always wanted to meet him.

This bladeless long sword, left by the immortals, although there is no blade, but there are countless sharp edges, pulled out of the sheath like lightning, easily cut through the old cloth tightly wrapped outside the sheath, cut through the wind and rain to cut out a piece of the future, and slashed towards Chen Zixian's neck with no indomitable move.

In a hurry, Chen Zixian stood up his sword, and the swords intersected with each other and made a crisp buzz, and the light on the blade of the Tibetan Peak sword shone out.

At this moment, the sergeants did not wait for the order, and they could not understand what the young man's strength was, and the footsteps of hurried by, and the sound of drawing swords covered out all the sound of swords intersecting in the mansion.

Luo Fan held the sword in both hands, moved forward and again with an expressionless face, split his neck and beheaded his abdomen, the sword stirred the strong wind, and the knife in the hand of the retired officer Chen Zixian snuggled and coldly rubbed and dragged each other.

Dangdangdang, next to the two...... Even though the most elite sergeants in the army surrounded them, they were unable to exert their strength, and Luo Fan was too close to their commander.

There was a hissing sound, the thin robe was cut, the knife was shaken off, the wrist was cut off, the muffled sound of the sword sounded continuously, the hard stone road was shattered, and the seventeen swords were slashed out in an instant, and Chen Zixian blocked the first sixteen swords.

The sword has no blade, it can only be a split.

Then the clashing of swords disappeared without a trace, leaving only the sound of the wind and the helpless exclamations of the sergeants.

Chen Zixian fell to the ground, his body was covered with mud and water stains, there were a few drops of blood on his old and dark face, and countless cuts were cut out between his chest and abdomen, and the strips of cloth in his tattered clothes stretched out everywhere, and the middle one was extremely deep, all the way to his bones, and his internal organs, constantly bubbling with blood and other colors of body fluids.

A bladeless sword slung across his neck, and with the slightest movement, his head and body could be separated.

Although the sword has no edge, it can still cut a sharp edge.

Chen Zixian didn't understand it until now, and he fought without saying a word, who is this young man?

Blood trickled down his hair, onto the wrinkles of sorrow on his forehead, and then over his dark cheeks, his eyes slightly confused.

Luo Fan stood beside him, without a word, set up his body, and walked slowly towards the door.

No one of the sergeants stopped them, and they watched the young man move away, but none of them dared to wave their swords at each other.

After walking out of the gate, Luo Fan did not leave the strange-looking retired officer, and put him down at the door, and scattered in the depths of the alley in a few steps.

The sergeants wanted to make other moves, and the retired officer waved his hand, "Let him go, this is the person Xia Hou wants." ”

The summer rain is coming, and it is getting heavier and heavier, hitting the ground, the water splashes into fog, the vision is getting worse and worse, the alley wall is almost impossible to see, Luo Fan leaned on a wall, half-squatted down, and then looked down at his chest.

Looking at his sharply undulating chest, looking at the extremely dangerous knife mark on his chest, he couldn't help frowning, he didn't expect that Daqin, an ordinary general, would still have such a strong combat power after being seriously injured and retiring for so many years.

Suddenly, he looked up to the right.

A middle-aged man appeared in front of him with an oil-paper umbrella, and the arrogant rain soaked most of his green shirt, and the scabbard around his waist was also full of water droplets. It was the old Mr. Song, the emperor of the capital.

The green shirt was wet by the rain, and the color on the front placket was a little dark, and it looked a little embarrassed, but the wonderful thing was that the middle-aged man did not feel the slightest embarrassment, standing here quietly with an oil-paper umbrella, looking at the uninterrupted rain in front of him, his expression was calm and calm, just like looking at the peach blossoms and sunshine all over the street.

Luo Fan looked up at him for a moment, did not speak, and continued to lower his head to fix his wounds.

After a long silence, the middle-aged man suddenly looked down at him and said with a smile, "You're not worried. ”

Luo Fan squatted on the ground and replied: "I have experienced too many times, I don't know who Your Excellency is, but looking at your appearance will not be harmful to me." ”

"Yo, you're so sure?"

"Although you are here at this time, you are by no means from Xia Hou Mansion. ”

"I like the way you do things tonight, putting your life on the line. ”

The middle-aged man's topic changed very quickly, just like the rain dripping in front of the two of them, and the umbrella slid down the umbrella surface without seeping, from which it can be felt that this person is only used to issuing orders on weekdays, and does not allow subordinates to question his orders.

"I like it too. ”

"Very well handled. ”

"I know I've always been good. ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You're not modest at all. ”

Luo Fan lowered his head and was silent, looked at the wound on his chest and asked, "Are you going to kill tonight?"

The middle-aged man replied with emotion: "Yes, God can tolerate me, but no one can tolerate me, then I have no choice but to kill." ”