It was a short fifty or sixty miles home, but everything was not going well, first I met the robbers, and then I met the disciples of Cuiweimen, but the two things can also be said to be one thing, because the gang of bandits in front was raised by Senior Brother Cuiweimenhong.

If Luo Jiang hadn't had an adventure in Fawang Temple, I'm afraid he would have died halfway through.

However, there are pros and cons to everything, although Luo Jiang has experienced danger, he has also broadened his knowledge, and finally met the disciples of the cultivation realm, knowing that they can "fly" and can use flying swords. In front of his eyes, a broader world was revealed, which made him yearn for it.

Luo Jiang called Barcelona and moved forward again.

There were no twists and turns in the rest of the road, and the next morning, Luo Jiang came to Nanyang City and stood outside the city wall.

After all, Nanyang City is a provincial capital, and the city wall is much more spectacular than the city wall in a small place like Wucheng, the city wall is thick and towering, and eight soldiers stand straight side by side, guarding the city gate.

Luo Jiang stood in front of the city gate, was stunned for a moment, and then exhaled a breath and said, "Mother, you left me alone and left by yourself." In this long world, I have to go on my own after all!"

Putting aside the feeling of "being closer to home, more timid", Luo Jiang stepped into the city gate.

Ling said with a smile in Zhihai: "At this time, you occasionally dragged two sentences, and I saw that you are a scholar." ”

Entering Nanyang City, the degree of prosperity is not comparable to Wucheng, the streets are bustling, and the shops on both sides are more tall and luxurious. Pedestrians on the road can occasionally see real masters, not Luo Jiang can be compared at present.

Luo Jiang is not very familiar with Nanyang City, but he can still find a home.

Nanyang Luo family, the family has been an official for generations, and the three generations of ancestors are five-grade officials, fourth-grade officials, and fourth-grade officials.

Luo's family is one of the top ten lookouts in Nanyang City, located in the most prosperous street, although it is an old house, but it is very magnificent, covering an area of 500 acres.

Luo Jiang walked in through the side door, and the guards on duty glanced at him in surprise, and immediately saluted respectfully. Luo Jiang also knew what kind of virtue the subordinates in the Dao family were, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it, so he left directly.

As soon as Luo Jiang passed, the guards left in a hurry and entered the inner courtyard to report.

Luo Jiang first returned to his residence, a secluded small courtyard where no one usually comes, left the package on his body with Barcelo here, and then came out.

He planned to visit Ah Gong first, but his father was not at home, and this was the only person he could rely on.

Ah Gong's name is Luo Changshun, he is Luo Qinghe's uncle, Luo Qinghe's parents are no longer there, so only this one uncle remains.

Luo Changshun has always taken good care of Luo Jiang and his wife.

Luo Changshun's residence is in the inner courtyard, with a noble status, served by maids and attendants, and a special cook. When Luo Jiang came here, he met a few people he didn't want to see.

Several women came over, painted red and powdered, and their clothes were beautiful, but they were not the ladies of the Luo family, just maids. It can be said that the treatment of some maids in Luofu is better than that of Luojiang.

At first, a maid Luo Jiang recognized that it seemed to be called Xiaohuan, and she was one of the personal maids who followed the eldest lady.

"Hey, isn't this our Young Master Jiang? I heard that you were sent to Wucheng by a woman, how are you staying?" Xiaohuan was slightly surprised when he saw Luo Jiang, and then said in a weird way.

If it had been placed before, Luo Jiang could only flick his sleeves and leave, but today he stood firmly, his eyes were raised, and he said condescendingly: "A little maid, dare to talk to Young Master Ben like this?

"Huh?" Xiaohuan was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Luo Jiang went out of Lu and became angry after coming back.

Xiaohuan didn't take Luo Jiang's change seriously at all, his pretty face was cold, and he shouted softly: "You are bold, you dare to criticize our wife!"

Luo Jiang took a step forward and also shouted, "Who is bold? ”

In the past, Luo Jiang said this kind of truth, and it didn't work, but today, Xiaohuan was completely frightened, and as for the reason, Xiaohuan couldn't tell why.

"Hmph, the subordinate should have the appearance of being the subordinate. Luo Jiang flicked his sleeves and looked at Xiaohuan's face pale, and his heart was relieved.

However, Xiaohuan, a rude maid, has a higher heart than many young ladies, and was reprimanded in front of her companions, and she was not angry in her heart, so she had to find it back. She didn't understand why her momentum was weak this time, but she knew that Luo Jiang was powerless, and she had practiced her fists and feet. So I thought, since I can't say it, then let's do it, anyway, with the support of his wife, a down-and-out concubine can't make any waves.

If you think of it, you do it. I saw Xiaohuan roll up his sleeves, step forward with his feet on the ground, and the person had already arrived in front of Luo Jiang, stretched out his hand and grabbed Luo Jiang's shoulder, "Young Master Luo, you said that your subordinates should have the appearance of being subordinates, and let the slaves and maids pinch your shoulders for you." ”

"Humph!"

Luo Jiang disdainfully, although he has been practicing martial arts for a short time, he has also worked hard, and he has a top boxing spectrum, and a famous teacher's guidance, and he has experience between life and death. Unconsciously, his vision is far higher than that of people like Xiaohuan.

Although Xiaohuan has been practicing boxing with Miss Gongzi for five or six years, where has he really worked hard?

It wasn't until Xiaohuan's claws reached his chest that Luo Jiang clenched his five fingers and punched out a simple straight punch.

Syllable!

The fists and claws intersected, Xiaohuan only felt a strong attack, and he couldn't help but retreat under his feet, and the next moment he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm, but he couldn't lift it, and his wrist was dislocated.

Xiaohuan gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, and his face turned pale with fright.

"Hmph, punish you today, if you dare to be rude again, see if I don't waste your arm. After all, Luo Jiang had killed five people, and he really had a little murderous aura when he was angry, which not only frightened Xiaohuan, but even several companions behind him were also silent, not daring to look at Luo Jiang.

Luo Jiang strode away, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and sighed in his heart: "No matter how good the article is, as long as you can't get fame and become an official, it will be useless at all, but if you practice your fists well, you can kill people directly, and sure enough, only strength can reach out to what you think in your heart." Is the world the biggest truth, or the biggest fist?"

Ling replied in Zhihai, "When your fist is big, your truth is the greatest!"

Thinking about Ling's words, Luo Jiang walked into the courtyard where Luo Changshun's grandfather was.

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(The computer can't get into the background, and the chapter in the early hours of tomorrow morning will be put into the morning after work.) ）