Zhou Bofu's heavy punches are fierce and plain, almost natural, and the martial arts honed on the battlefield do not have as many big truths and so many small means in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes.

Killing, injuring the enemy, breaking thieves, and destroying captives, this is the original intention of battlefield martial arts.

General Wei Bo's fist was imprinted on the chest of the Wrong Killer, and a single punch knocked the assassin back.

Although Zhou Bofu's fist was heavy, there was a flexible strength like fish scales, which removed a lot of strength from Zhou Bofu's casual punch.

But in the end, two ribs were broken.

Waste, Mo Wen, who was following the wrongful killing, scolded her belly, she didn't say much, pinched the belt of the wrongful killing, turned around and left.

Light and agile changes, the light skills of the disciples under Leng Qianqiu's seat all have a bearing, although the military horses under Zhou Bofu's crotch are strong, but it is also a little difficult to rely on horsepower to catch up with them in speed.

Zhou Bofu took a point steel throwing spear from the edge of the saddle and pinched it in his hand.

His arm strength was amazing, and no bow could withstand his manipulation, so he had to use this black, big, thick short spear to talk about **.

Wei Bo's fighter was still a little hesitant, because in a matter of moments, the female assassin had already taken the male assassin far away. Throwing a spear now may not be able to achieve good results.

On the other hand, he had seven points of strength left in that punch just now.

Otherwise, if you let the wrong kill unload, you will definitely die.

Zhou Bofu is still recalling why he subconsciously stayed. It's like a reckless child who is afraid of breaking his beloved toy.

Could it be that I'm emotional?

Zhou Bofu thought, read, and thought. If it is really emotional, then he is willing to open everything to embrace the sincerity in life.

It's just that I'm afraid that my wife will go away from home, and it's already very embarrassing, if I awaken such a habit again.

Isn't it inevitable that Wei Bodou will be victimized by the wind comments?

The disciples of the evil sect came like this and left in a hurry.

The assassin retreated, and a twinkle appeared in the little eyes of the envoy of Wei Bojiedu.

Almost no one knows that Tian Hongzheng and Leng Qianqiu are friends.

And they are not only friends, but also close friends who can talk about everything and trust their lives.

Therefore, Leng Qianqiu would accept 8,000 taels of gold from Feng Lizhen, the envoy of Henghai Jiedu, and send two disciples under the seat to kill Tian Hongzheng.

Leng Qianqiu knew that wrongful killing and Mo Wen couldn't kill Tian Hongzheng.

And Tian Hongzheng needs a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes that can stare at Dongshan Hui and allow him to easily reach Bai Yujing.

Mo Wen looked at Wei Bojiedu on the opposite side with a complicated expression, glanced at Tian Hongzheng, and pulled the injured junior brother to retreat.

The guards of Wei Bojiedu's envoy continued to move forward, and further on, the capital of Henan Province controlled by the imperial court was located.

Once there, the Assassins of the Higashiyama Society would be even more fearful.

Ouchi of the Imperial Palace.

Wen Meiren wore a crimson long skirt and a hairpin with a golden phoenix riding the wind, and sat on a seat next to Li Xu.

The emperor wore a plain white robe, and in his left hand he held a brush and scribbled on the paper.

Wen Meiren looked at the emperor, she was the kind of woman who was smart and just right.

She knew that the emperor liked to dress up in a vegetarian way on weekdays.

She knew that Li Xu liked a light diet.

She knew that Li Xu liked to look at her sleeping face, and liked to stroke the ends of her hair when she got up in the morning.

She knew Li Xu's favorite posture, and knew that Li Xu liked her tactful and sweet voice.

Wen Meiren has never understood love, she herself lives in love.

She loves the emperor, and she hides a life in her belly that is linked to the emperor's blood.

The brush filled with ink dotted on the yellowed rice paper, and the ink splashed out, and the emperor slowly wrote on it.

The wounds of the flesh are easy to say, Li Xu takes nourishing medicinal soup every day and repairs his true qi intentionally or unintentionally, as long as he doesn't use his luck, he will slowly turn it around after all.

Li Xu knew that the key to his kung fu was to make up for his shortcomings before the next encounter with the Dao Sage.

Improve your "will" and reconcile your body and qi with your mind.

Shakti also gave himself some advice before he subsided.

For example, practicing calligraphy and copying scriptures, smelting and forging the true meaning of the self with daily efforts.

Baizhang Huaihai's current state is quite wonderful.

His physical existence has long been extinguished in this world and can no longer be turned back, but he is inextricably linked with this heaven and earth, and can be embodied in the world with the help of it.

This is the so-called selfless appearance of people and sentient beings, the Dharma of Silence and Bodhi.

A flower, a leaf, a Bodhi, the god is a hundred feet and the sea.

One punch extinguishes the ever-changing heart, and the majesty is invisible.

"Evoke the bright moon of the day, shine on me full of ice and snow, and sweep hundreds of rivers. Wen Meiren looked at the words written by Li Xu. "Your Majesty wrote this long and short sentence, it's really well written, please ask Mr. Bai and them to come over to help Your Majesty make it up another day, and you can send poems." ”

Li Xu smiled when he heard this.

Since ancient times, there has been no shortage of emperors who like to dance and write, but this is not the main business after all. For example, Jian'an Sancao's achievements are as famous as articles, and the later generations of the Red Dynasty Taizu swallowed mountains and rivers to recreate the world, and the beautiful literary masterpiece is the best footnote to the life's career.

If you are like the king of Hailing, Wan Yan Liang shouted, "Thousands of miles of cars and books are mixed, how can there be no other frontier in the south of the Yangtze River." Raise millions of troops on the West Lake, the first peak of Wushan Mountain. As a result, the head was cut off, except for a sentence of "fierce and powerful", I can only add a ridiculous sentence.

However, like the slave chief Hongli, while inviting people to be gunmen, destroying cultural relics everywhere, and when people died, they found that the poems that were used as gunmen for themselves were included in his poetry collection, so he used the power of the literary prison to pull people out and open the coffin and kill the corpse. This is nothing short of dehumanizing.

Li Xu asked himself shamelessly, and he would not recognize Xin Qiji's words as his own name.

"This is a long and short sentence, I heard people read it, don't say it. ”

Li Xu lowered his head and looked at his calligraphy, feeling that it would be a bit nonsense to use this thing to practice to make up for his flaws.

"It's really good, looking at these few sentences, I just feel that this piece of my chest is so happy. Bai Lotian and Yuan Zhen are afraid that they will not be able to catch a knife for His Majesty. "Yu people are good at poetry, and Wen Meiren also has a taste eye.

"Oh?" Li Xu looked at Wen Meiren inquiringly.

These poems are very high-minded, the words are extremely accurate, and they have a white style. Wen Meiren's eyebrows flickered: "Our two Yuan Bai can't catch it." ”

Yuan Zhen and Bai Juyi are not good, and Wen Meiren's evaluation made Li Xu a little surprised.

"One of them" leaned against the wall and the shadow moved, suspected to be a jade man. "The days are long and the days are endless, and this hatred is endless." Can't you catch these two lines of poetry?"

"Mr. Yuan's poems are a little light, and Mr. Bai's poems are a little vulgar. Wen Meiren naturally knows that the poems of Yuan Zhi and Bai Lotian are excellent, to be honest, she still prefers these sentences written by the emperor, "The sea was once difficult to water, but Wushan is not a cloud." "And" comes like a spring dream, and when it is not much, it seems that there is nowhere to find it. ”。

However, Wen Meiren thought that these two sentences were written by the emperor, so she naturally wanted to hold them and say them.

"These sentences written by Your Majesty should be 'The stars hang down and the plains are wide, and the moon swells and the rivers flow.' 'Du Fu and 'those who forsake me, yesterday's day will not remain. Those who disturb my heart, today's day is full of worries' can be done. Wen Meiren pouted, as if she was unwilling to live on the day when these two great poets were poisoned by Li Jiuri.

"It's Gao Shi and Wang Changling who are more peaceful than them. ”

Li Xu smiled and shook his head.

Characters such as Xin Qiji, Yuan Zhen, and Bai Letian have created a 5,000-year-old Chinese context, and it is really a tyrannical thing to use to catch a knife.

While laughing, Li Shen walked in from outside the hall.

He glanced at a few words on the rice paper in the emperor's hand, his body shook, and a trance flashed in his eyes.

"Gongzhui, what's wrong?"

Li Xu turned his head, there is also a Li Minnong who comes out once in five thousand years. Not only wrote two good poems that Chinese want to read to the end of the world, but also made Bai Lotian enviously praise the sentence: "The old love poetry book is still like me, and the honor and will not be as good as the king." ”。

"Your Majesty, Li Shen lowered his head, several of Mr. Yue's disciples have arrived. ”

The emperor smiled and nodded, put aside the rice paper in his hand, and said a few more jokes to Wen Meiren before going out.