Li Fenglan sat quietly on the bed, feeling mixed emotions in her heart.
She was very willing to believe what Divine Doctor Hou said, but she was involved in too many lives, so she had to act cautiously.
Not long after chatting with Hou Zhen, Han Lu entered the house carrying lunch.
"Let's eat."
Li Fenglan looked at Han Lu and suddenly asked, "Tell me, what should I do to be cruel?"
Han Lu was stunned for a moment: "You can't be cruel, especially to your own people. I heard from Miss Ling'er that you were plotting against the Songshan Sect. If it had been Bai Shuyu or Chen Zijue, the methods used might have been even more despicable. This is You may be even more cruel to outsiders than to your own people. But you are cruel enough to yourself."
Han Lu scooped up a spoonful of soup and handed it to Li Fenglan's mouth. Li Fenglan took a sip and asked, "If I had been more ruthless at the beginning, wouldn't things have happened later?"
"What's the use? You didn't know who to treat harshly at that time? Don't think about it, just eat it."
Li Fenglan took the spoon from his hand: "I'm not lying on the bed now..."
Han Lu had no choice but to let her eat by herself and said seriously: "You are quite cruel to yourself."
"Really? I don't remember doing anything sacrificial for others."
"There's a lot... don't ask, just eat."
Li Fenglan put down the bowl and chopsticks: "You can go out in the afternoon too."
"Where am I going? Haven't I finished what you arranged?"
"You go find Chen Zijue... just pretending."
"No, there are no experts in the Bai family on duty now, just in case someone calls."
"Ah, how can anyone knock on my door every day? Besides, the dead men of the Bai family and our people from Chaolan Valley are all here, so everything will be fine. Everyone else has gone out, and you are the only one who stays with me. Bai Laosan is sure You gave me your opinion."
Han Lu thought for a moment: "Then I'll only be around Luoyang."
Li Fenglan nodded: "That's okay...don't come back in the near future. Remember the agreed time."
"good……"
…
The news that Li Fenglan told the Songshan Sect about the location of the mysterious gold treasure spread quickly, much faster than Li Fenglan imagined. She originally thought it would take at least ten days and a half to cause uproar in the city, but who would have thought that everyone would know about it in just a few days.
Someone was helping her spread the news behind the scenes, and Li Fenglan quickly guessed the identity of this person.
Mr. Tian Qing of the Guigu Sect leaked the information, and he was sure that Luo Jinglong was a traitor and wanted to monopolize this treasure. For a time, the Jianghu forces around Luoyang began to pursue Luo Jinglong, and even the Songshan Sect sent people to look for him.
"Mr. Chen, why are you helping her?" the square-faced man asked Chen Zijue, who was sitting in the shadows.
Chen Zijue smiled and replied: "Miss Li has more people than me now and is more powerful than me. Since we have already formed an alliance, I naturally want to show my goodwill."
The square-faced man was silent for a while and then asked: "Mr. Chen, how much money do you have left?"
Chen Zijue didn't say anything nonsense and took out a wad of banknotes from his sleeve: "There are about more than seven thousand taels here, I haven't counted them. I will ask you to help me for at most three months. Is that enough?"
The square-faced man put away the money and said, "That's enough."
Chen Zijue looked relaxed: "Don't worry, everyone, I am alone and I don't dare to play any tricks on you. I will definitely earn you pension money. But there is a problem now."
"What problem?"
"I took out all the money just now, but now I have nothing left. From now on, I, the eldest son and his mother will all be taken care of by you."
"It doesn't cost much."
…
After Li Fenglan and his four people were recruited by the Songshan Sect, the disciples of the Songshan Sect were like rats crossing the street. After all, they had done a lot of unjust things before and were hated by many people. Later, they fell in love with Li Fenglan. Although no one repaired their relationship with them, at least they were no longer bullied. After that, they united with several gangs to stab the Bai family and Xianrentang. They thought they were of the same mind as Jianghu and could sit back and relax. Who knew that the thigh that came up to me for the second time was not very human, but it had already been tied to a boat?
It's hard not to be obedient. ap.
After being forced into a few fights by Li Fengyao, the Songshan Sect seemed to have returned to the state it was in two years ago, or even worse than it was two years ago. Let alone becoming a powerful figure in the world again, it would be fine if he could barely survive. Coupled with the fact that Ji Qingyun, the second master of the sect, has washed his hands in the golden basin, the Songshan Sect is now in danger.
It happened that at this moment, Qian Zhishui's favorite disciple defected with important secrets, which made Qian Zhishui age more than 20 years overnight.
Of course he believed that his stupid disciple would not do such a stupid thing, but after being pushed to this point, it was really unjustifiable not to show off, so he had to send a few people to hunt down his disciple.
Running away for several days made Luo Jinglong miserable. The two junior brothers who followed him to the Bai family were driven back by him, preventing them from following him to death. The isolated and helpless Luo Jinglong felt an unprecedented loneliness.
His martial arts skills are actually not bad. It mainly depends on who he is competing with. He is naturally no match for someone like Zhu Mingyu, but ordinary Jianghu people still can't beat him, a disciple of a genius like him.
The heavy rain started again. Although he was far away from Luoyang, the dark clouds still enveloped him.
There was an empty tea shed on the side of the road. It was probably because of the heavy rain that the store owner didn't bother to clean up and left. He led the horse into the tea shed and sat cross-legged on the ground regardless of the dirt. He took out a pancake from his arms and ate it. He ate too quickly and choked. He walked out of the tea shed, raised his head and opened his mouth to take a few sips of the rainwater.
At this moment, Daxia Luo felt a little like crying.
He respects his master very much, but this does not mean that he thinks everything his master does is right.
At least he shouldn't have a conflict with Miss Li of the Xianren Hall. He still remembered what she said when he met Miss Li out of Yaoxian Valley: My opponent is me, and everyone will be better off. If it were anyone else, you would have to ask for it. How blessed.
Now, he understands the weight of this sentence better than anyone else. Once she offends this white phoenix, she can destroy the Songshan sect without wasting a single soldier.
While I was chewing the unpalatable cake, several people slowly surrounded the tea shed in the heavy rain.
Luo Jing didn't want to run away, so she stood up and took out the long knife from her waist.
To his surprise, the person who came turned out to be his fellow disciple.
A junior brother whispered: "Brother Luo, you have suffered."
Luo Jinglong sighed, put away the long knife, and sat on the ground again: "Why are you following me? You have to suffer this."
The junior brother said again: "Come back with us."
Luo Jinglong shook his head: "If I go back with you, the entire Songshan Sect will suffer."
"Master understands, but he still wants us to take you back. You are from the Songshan Sect. Even if you are going to die, it is up to us, the Songshan Sect, to have the final say."
"Nonsense!" Luo Jinglong shouted, "Is it just me who will bring down the entire Songshan sect? If I go back, you might die with me! You are all at a good age, go back."
The junior brother was still insisting: "There is still a chance of survival if we go back, but if you are alone... you will be dead."
"Hahahaha!" Luo Jinglong laughed boldly, "Your senior brother, am I afraid of death?"
The Songshan sect disciples were speechless. Emotionally speaking, they hope that Senior Brother Luo will go back with them. The leader is too shady and doesn't look good to others. Although Senior Brother Luo is a bit domineering to others, he has always been generous to the disciples in the sect. So they don't want him to die out there.
The brothers were in a stalemate when they suddenly heard laughter coming from the woods nearby: "It takes no effort to get through the iron shoes and find no place. Master Luo, let us brothers meet."
About twenty soaked Jianghu people surrounded Luo Jinglong and the Songshan Sect disciples. These people were dressed in different clothes, and Luo Jinglong didn't recognize them.
The disciples of the Songshan Sect said loudly: "Everyone! He is from our Songshan Sect! He should be taken away by us!"
A man sneered and said, "What are you Songshan sect people like? Luo Jinglong, please tell me the secret, and I will give you a good time."
Luo Jinglong drew his knife again and stood up, shouting loudly: "You want my head! Come and get it!"
When the fight started, the disciples of the Songshan Sect naturally sided with him.
, relying on Luo Jinglong's bravery, the two groups were evenly matched at first, but less than a quarter of an hour after the stalemate, another group of people, about thirty people, came out of the woods, catching the two groups off guard. .
A total of six Songshan sect disciples came to find him, and all of them died in the battle. The first wave of twenty-two people who came to capture him also died in the battle. When Luo Jinglong was beaten unconscious, what he saw was the body of his fellow disciple.
He was a little sad, not knowing what kind of situation he would face.
…
When Luo Jinglong woke up, he found that he was on a carriage. The carriage was a wooden cage that could not protect him from wind and rain, and he was placed in the cage.
Many of those who captured him also died. There were originally more than thirty, but now there are only seven or eight left.
These people were obviously much more professional than the previous Jianghu people. They never spoke to him from the beginning to the end, nor did they ask about any secret treasures. They just headed south, not knowing where they would take him.
After several days of walking and being exposed to rain, this man who looked like an iron tower was tortured to the point of dying.
He gradually came to know the road behind. This seemed to be the road back to Luoyang, or passing through Luoyang.
When we reached the foot of Nianzi Mountain, the heavy rain finally stopped.
The tea shed next to the road was purchased by the leader of the Nianzi Gang. The tea is free. He had come here to drink tea several times before.
The person escorting him went to the tea shed to ask for some tea and distributed it to everyone to drink and take a rest. Luo Jinglong also got a cup, and he drank the tea greedily. These people didn't abuse him, but they didn't give him much food and drink for a day.
After resting enough, he was about to leave when he suddenly heard a young man with curly hair in the tea shed ask: "Everyone, who is the person you are pulling in the car?"
These people didn't want to cause trouble, so they just smiled and replied: "The traitors of our sect will be captured and punished by the master."
Originally, I just sent him a sentence and it was over, but who knew that the young man asked again: "May I ask what your sect is?"
The man said perfunctorily: "The Long Whale Gang."
The young man suddenly became interested: "Do you know Master Zheng Beifeng from the Long Whale Gang? He is an old friend of mine."
The man said perfunctorily: "I know him, Senior Brother Zheng is a nice person."
The young man suddenly sneered: "Zheng Beifeng is not from the Long Whale Gang at all. Who are you? What are you doing around Luoyang?!"
The hearts of these people sank, and they had already made preparations to kill this young man.
Luo Jinglong sensed a glimmer of hope and shouted loudly: "Young hero! Help! I'm not from the Long Whale Gang!"
The young man's kung fu was good. A pair of two swordsmen were very good at it. They eliminated the group of people in front of them in three strokes, five divided by two, and left no one alive. The waiter at the tea shed seemed not to be surprised and called two guys to help collect the body.
The young man looked at the wooden cage with his sword and asked, "Brother, who is this person?"
Because he was so excited, Luo Jinglong rolled his eyes and fainted.
When he opened his eyes, he found that he was lying in a clean room, with clean clothes on his body, and a soft quilt underneath him. A young man was sitting next to him, taking his pulse.
Luo Jinglong asked weakly: "Where am I? Who is your Excellency?"
The young man smiled and said, "You finally woke up, wait."
The young man opened the door and shouted: "Gang leader! The people you brought are awake!"
After a while, the curly-haired young man appeared at the door and said to the person who took his pulse: "Doctor Chen, go ahead."
"OK."
The young man walked to the bed with a smile and asked, "Brother, how do you feel?"
Luo Jinglong struggled to stand up: "The grace of saving my life! I will never forget it! I will repay you with my life from now on!"
The young man waved his hand: "I saved your life just to keep you alive, not to mention whether you will die or not. By the way, my surname is Fu, and my name is Fu Bufan. I am the leader of the Nianzi Gang. I don't know who my brother's surname is. Where is his hometown?" Where?"
Luo Jinglong was stunned: Aren't the Nianzi Gang members of Miss Li from the Xianrentang? Isn't their gang leader's name Fu Xiaohu? Why is it called Fu Bufan?
Luo Jinglong is slow-minded,
But there are also times, such as this time, when his mind is spinning very fast.
"My surname is Luo, and my name is Luo Yong. I am from Nanyang. I learned some boxing when I was a child. Some time ago, I offended a wealthy family in our area. The whole family was killed, and I escaped alone. Who knew that within a few days of running away... People caught it."
Fu Bufan nodded: "You are also a poor person. I am not very helpful as a roller. I have always been willing to do good to others. I have done many things like drawing a sword to help when the road is rough. You can stay here and recover from your injuries before leaving. Late."
