Doomsday Rise

My young master invites you! "

The man is about 40 years old, with fair skin and meticulously combed hair. There are very few people who can pay so much attention to appearance in troubled times. Liu Wei'an had seen various characters ranging from eight hundred to five hundred, and none of them looked as good as the man in front of him. It's not that he is handsome, there are many people more handsome than him, so he can only be regarded as an average person. There is an old saying that applies to him very well, three points depends on appearance and seven points depends on dressing up. The perfect combination of the two gives him a unique charm.

In ancient times, only high-ranking officials of fifth rank or above were allowed to wear vermilion clothes. Men wore them with a touch of nobility. His eyes were sharp, and although he was well concealed, the arrogance embedded in his bones still faintly flowed out.

Mandarin was unified hundreds of years ago, and as the national language, no one except newborn babies can speak it. However, there are slight differences in Mandarin depending on the region. Mandarin spoken in Hunan and Jiangxi has a Hakka dialect. There are still some syllables in Mandarin in Fujian that are difficult to distinguish. Needless to say, in Guangdong and Guangxi, the tongue has never been straightened. Standard Mandarin has to be found in the Hebei area. The Mandarin of the man in front of me is extremely standard, every word and every sound is extremely clear.

Even if you don't look at the appearance, you can tell them apart from ordinary people just by listening to their voices.

The middle-aged man did not come alone, but also came with a group of soldiers, a total of 20 people. 10 people surrounded Fu Jiang, Xiang Xiang and others, and the other 10 people were scattered around, seemingly randomly. If you zoom in on the entire pattern, you will find that the position they stood in happened to lock all the exits, and at the same time they surrounded Xiang Xiang and others. The 10 people in the group respond to each other and can provide immediate support in the event of an accident.

"Who is your young master?" Liu Wei'an looked away from the soldier. He secretly guessed the identity of the other party. He had come into contact with people from the Eighth Army and the Ninth Army. Before the troubled times, they were naturally first-rate elites. However, after the troubled times, various evolvers emerged one after another, and more and more people with special abilities If there are too many, the strength of the army will appear weak.

The 20 soldiers in front of me are all in the late Silver stage, and they are considered elite even in the Heian team. I don't know if they are soldiers of the 6th or 7th Legion.

"Young Master's name is taboo, and it is inconvenient for us to be servants. Governor Liu will know it when we meet him." Although the middle-aged man's attitude was respectful, it gave people the feeling that I was giving you face by asking you. He didn't do this deliberately, but it was a habit he had developed over a long period of time.

"You know me?" Liu Wei'an raised his eyebrows. He is quite famous, at least in Xiangshui Province and Jiangdong Province. However, because of the few times he has been photographed, and because he has been in "World of Warcraft" for a long time, and Tianfeng Province has blocked the provincial borders, the news is blocked, and people who have seen him are Not much.

"The famous Governor of Tianfeng Province is known to a three-year-old child, so of course I know him." When the middle-aged man said the famous governor, a smile that was either sarcastic or disdainful escaped from the corner of his mouth.

The surrounding players who were watching the excitement were all shocked, and their eyes suddenly changed when they looked at Liu Wei'an. As the middle-aged man said, there were really not many people who didn't know Liu Wei'an. He single-handedly brought order to Tianfeng Province and became the first person to restore order in the entire Han Dynasty. It is impossible not to be famous. Many people want to go to Tien Phong Province, but the border is blocked and they cannot get through.

Many people have imagined what kind of person Liu Wei'an is, but unexpectedly he is so young. Because of the fighting ability shown in the previous battle with Zheng Li, no one felt that he was not as famous as before.

"I will stay here for at least one day. If your young master wants to see you, ask him to come over. I have something to do now, so I won't leave you here.

. "Liu Wei'an frowned and said patiently.

"My young master's schedule has been scheduled early, and he can only stay in Baimao District for one hour. I hope Governor Liu will understand." A trace of displeasure flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

"Forget it if you don't have time." Liu Wei'an now only wants to develop Tianfeng Province and has no interest in dealing with outside forces.

"If Governor Liu doesn't go, it will be very difficult for us servants." The middle-aged man said solemnly.

"So, do I have to go?" Liu Wei'an narrowed his eyes slightly, emitting a dangerous light.

"I hope Governor Liu will not embarrass us." The middle-aged man's expression was calm, without any fear.

"Do you know that according to my previous temper, you are already lying on the ground." Liu Wei'an sighed.

"I believe Governor Liu is a smart man." The middle-aged man smiled.

"Unfortunately, you are wrong." The moment Liu Wei'an closed his fists, an invisible force came and imprisoned him. Almost at the same time, the middle-aged man struck his shoulder with a palm, as fast as lightning.

The palm of the hand is as white as jade, shining with a charming light. It is clearly made of flesh and blood, but it gives people the feeling of being as sharp as a peerless sword. Among the crowd, an older man was shocked and shouted.

"Broken Jade Palm!"

Liu Wei'an had never heard of the Broken Jade Palm, nor had he seen it before, but the murderous intent in his eyes was a little lighter, just because the middle-aged man's palm was on the shoulder, not the neck. No matter what his purpose was, at least he didn't have murderous intentions. For this reason, Liu Wei'an wanted to spare his life.

The squinted eyes suddenly opened, and the light shot out. The void seemed to suddenly expand, and the invisible force imprisoning Liu Wei'an exploded. A soldier on Dongbei's feet screamed as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he collapsed on the ground. The attention of the onlookers was diverted for a moment. Here, Liu Wei'an's fist had collided with the middle-aged man's palm.

when--

The flesh and blood bodies collided with each other, and the sound of metal and stone colliding was actually heard. The contempt in the middle-aged man's eyes turned into pain in an instant. His whole body seemed to have been hit by a high-speed heavy truck. He was shot more than thirty meters away, spilling a stream of blood, and disappeared after crashing into a wall.

boom--

The elephant punched them in the air, and the two rushing soldiers were shot backwards at a faster speed. They fell on the street dozens of meters away, twitched a few times, and remained motionless, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The sword light retracted like a snake on You Mengshou's back. The 10 soldiers surrounding them all lay on the ground with no fighting capacity. You Mengshou did not kill them, but only broke his hamstrings and hand tendons. If such an injury had occurred in the past, even if it was repaired, the strength would have been reduced by half, but now, any medical evolutionist can heal it without leaving any sequelae, so it is not a problem.

You Mengshou also didn't kill these soldiers because they were not simple in identity. Unlike elephants, he didn't kill them lightly.

boom!

As soon as the middle-aged man stood up from the bricks, he was knocked down by Lin Zhonghu's fist and lifted up in front of Liu Wei'an like a chicken.

"Liu Wei'an, you will regret your actions today!" The middle-aged man was forced to kneel on the ground, but he held his head high, with a malicious light in his eyes.

"Whether I will regret it in the future, I don't know, but I am sure that I hate people threatening me. People who have endangered me in the past are all dead.

"Liu Wei'an looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

"It was the young Marquis who asked me to come." A chill filled the middle-aged man's heart. He didn't know much about Liu Wei'an. He just took a brief look at the information and knew that this was a young man who had fallen on bad luck. people. But at this moment, he clearly felt the breath of death. In front of others, his bones are very hard, because no one dares to go against the will of the young marquis, but from Liu Wei'an, he does not see any fear of the young marquis.

The hero didn't want to suffer the immediate loss, so he immediately lowered his noble head.

"Why did you get beaten for talking like this earlier? I will teach you a lesson this time. Don't be too arrogant, otherwise you will be unlucky." Liu Wei'an reminded you kindly.

The middle-aged man almost gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to say any harsh words.

"Go back and tell the young Marquis that if he dares to retaliate, I will let him know what regret means." Liu Wei'an said a word and left with the others.

…

The top floor of the Central Building. Before the troubled times, you could see airplanes when you stood in front of the window and looked up, but now, you can only see the gray sky.

"Did he really say that?"

Although "Little Marquis" has a small character in it, he is actually not young at all. He is already 39 years old this year and will be in his forties in one year. But it's well maintained and looks about 30 years old.

"I don't dare to hide it. These are Liu Wei'an's exact words." Butler Chu's expression was respectful. In front of the young marquis, he suppressed all his pride and confidence, leaving only humility and caution.

Butler Chu is the middle-aged man who went to invite Liu Wei'an.

"Teacher, what do you think?" The young Marquis turned to look at the old man who was writing quietly beside him.

The old man was at least a hundred years old, with a ruddy complexion and no beard under his chin. His hair was still black, but his eyebrows had turned white.

He calls himself Baimeijushi.

White-mei layman only started to learn calligraphy when he was eighty years old. He learned calligraphy from Zhang Xu. He became successful in ten years and formed a line of his own. Even Mr. Long Ju admired his calligraphy and praised him as "The river is like a dragon, and the boat sails across the sea." The calligraphy practice of Baimei Layman is purely for entertainment and is not for sale, but occasionally his works are leaked, and a single piece of work can be auctioned for hundreds of thousands of gold coins. This shows that people recognize Baimei Layman.

The white-browed layman will practice dozens of times in his mind before writing. Once he starts writing, he will finish it in one go like a tiger descending from the mountain. He couldn't pause in the middle, otherwise he wouldn't be able to find the feeling. So although he heard what the young marquis said, he didn't react. He didn't put pen to paper until the last word appeared on the paper.

The white-browed layman wiped the sweat from his palms with a towel and stared at the work for a full three minutes, showing a trace of regret. The brushstrokes were connected, he could do it, and he could do it smoothly, but he still lacked a little bit of fire to control it freely. , this work is the best one he has written in the past year, but it has flaws after all. He shook his head gently, tore it into pieces and threw it into the trash can.

"If you learn calligraphy, you will be able to understand the value of my writing. If you are not literate, even the works of Er Wang are worthless in front of you. This person needs to find the right values."

"Thank you for your advice, teacher!" The young Marquis hesitated for a moment. He was also an extremely smart person. He instantly understood what Baimei layman meant and bowed to him.

"Go on, go on, don't disturb my calligraphy practice." White-browed layman waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes!" Mr. Xiao Hou led the people to retreat.