My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

In the past few days, Anping County has been very lively.

The people in the county looked towards the direction of Dongshan with curiosity and awe. The low hill that they usually ignored suddenly rose to a thousand feet, and there was a fairy tower on the top of the mountain amidst the clouds and rain.

The common people don't know what a grand event of cultivation is, they just think that there are immortals who came to Anping County and brought blessings.

And Anping County is indeed much more lively than in the past. The teahouses, restaurants and inns in the county are full of houses, and the rangers from other places gather here.

The storyteller in the teahouse spit, and from time to time, there were applause.

Most of them are talking about the deeds of the famous Tianjiao on the Yellow List, about Xiao Erqi of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who broke through thirty-six armors with a sword when he was in the rivers and lakes. Da Chu Wu Meiniang is a woman who refuses to give up her eyebrows, and she survives the fifth-rank battle with the third-rank ghost party on the battlefield.

All kinds of deeds made the quacks excited.

"Old man, I heard that the reason why the Jixia Academy will be established in Anping this time is that General Luo went into the palace with a sword to get the chance for his son, then tell me if the general's son will have a chance Successfully entered the palace?"

A quack asked curiously.

The old man from the storytelling teahouse took a sip of tea and glanced at the letter paper that was uploaded from the mountain.

He stroked his beard, squinted and laughed.

"Okay, okay..."

"Dongshan has a path where peach blossoms fly, don't teach barbarians to enter the palace!"

"The old man just got the news that Mr. Luohong, one person and one sword, met a barbarian genius seven times on the ladder road of Jixia Academy!"

"Seven barbarian geniuses who killed seven Golden Tent Royal Courts in a row, blood flowed like a waterfall on the stone path!"

"One of them is of the sixth rank, six of them are of the fifth rank! And Mr. Luohong himself was only an eighth rank of swordsmanship before he climbed the ladder... Such a record is not inferior to those who are on the yellow list!"

The storyteller's eyes were full of admiration.

The quacks below were also mesmerized by what they heard.

There is even a ranger with an excited face, "I am a man, I will ride a horse and kill a barbarian! General Luo Saibei fends off a million barbarians, and the barbarian who kills dare not cross the thunder pool. Now, the son of the general swipes his sword to kill a barbarian, Cut off these barbarians who compete with me and other Daxia boys for opportunities,

Really a role model for me! "

Down below, the applause was also thunderous.

The storyteller pinched his beard thoughtfully, as if he knew what to say so that people would listen.

He took a sip of tea and said, "Let's talk about the story of how Mr. Luohong got the Thunderbolt girl Tuoba Bing from the Golden Tent Royal Court."

"Huh? So exciting? Tell me, old man!"

"Well said, I will reward you!"

...

Luofu.

Steward Chen sat quietly by the lotus pond, and the koi scurry among the lotus flowers on the surface of the rainy water, causing ripples in circles.

Luo Xiaoxiao was eating fruit with a fruit plate in her arms. There were freshly picked lychees and huge bright red bayberries.

Hongxiu used a handkerchief to wipe the corners of Luo Xiaoxiao's mouth from time to time.

In front of Steward Chen, Xiao Douhua pursed her lips, and with a bit of stubbornness in Puling's big eyes, she knelt on the ground.

The atmosphere is odd and grim.

"You want to learn sword?"

The white-haired Steward Chen looked at Xiao Douhua, a little surprised, and said.

Xiao Douhua pursed her mouth, clenched her small fists tightly, her mouth trembling with fright.

She knew that Butler Chen was a tall man, very tall. She was very afraid, very afraid, and afraid that he would be abrupt.

She knows that practicing is hard, but she is not afraid of suffering.

"Um!"

Xiao Douhua nodded solemnly.

"Why do you learn swords?"

Butler Chen took a sip of tea and asked.

"I know!"

At the same time, Luo Xiaoxiao stuffed a mouthful of red bayberry, her sour eyes were narrowed into slits, but she still didn't forget to answer.

"Sister Douhua probably wants to learn swordsmanship, so as not to be bullied by my brother! My brother bullies Sister Douhua every day, I can't stand it anymore!"

"Sister Douhua, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

"If my brother bullies you, I... will learn swordsmanship with you, and beat him together in the future. The two of us will definitely beat him!"

Luo Xiaoxiao spat out the bayberry core and said excitedly.

With Luo Xiaoxiao's intervention, Xiao Douhua was not so nervous.

"You learn sword, do you want revenge?"

Steward Chen looked at Xiao Douhua gently, and said.

"I know about you. You are the daughter of Yao Yushi's family in the capital city. Three months ago, Yao Yushi impeached King Yu, but he was framed and ended up with a tragic end. However, Zhang Shoufu rescued you. You, you are therefore ordered to wander from the Imperial Capital to Anping County."

Steward Chen spoke slowly, explaining the origin of Xiaodouhua clearly.

Xiao Douhua raised her head in astonishment, but there was no surprise, after learning the true strength of Luo Fu, she also knew that her origin would definitely be known.

In fact, if her origin is unknown, she will not be able to enter the Luo Mansion.

However, what she didn't know was that she was able to live because of Zhang Shoufu, the rumored Confucian Prime Minister in civilian clothes.

"Yes, I want revenge."

Xiao Douhua nodded, not knowing when the tears kept rolling down.

Chen Butler sighed: "I thought you were so cowardly and wouldn't think of revenge..."

"If you want to learn swords, you can, but your cowardly nature is more suitable to be a stable cook."

However, Xiao Douhua shook her head stubbornly, with determination in her eyes.

Today, when I went to Fangshi to buy vegetables, I saw an enemy in the capital riding a horse on the long street, and the hatred hidden in my heart couldn't help sprouting.

"Forget it, let me explore your talent first."

Steward Chen stood up, with white hair flying, and walked to Xiaodouhua who was kneeling by the lotus pond.

He stretched out his hand, put his two fingers together to form a sword finger, and touched the center of Xiaodouhua's Tianling cover.

Suddenly, there is a wind.

Blowing up the Tsing Yi on Chen Butler's body, blowing on the surface of the calming pool.

Afterwards, Steward Chen put away his sword fingers and helped Xiaodouhua up, feeling a little dazed and a little disappointed.

After a long time, he came back to his senses and said with a smile:

"My son wants a sword attendant who raises and holds a sword, would you like it?"

...

The top of the palace.

The master was startled, the king of Zhenbei asked this question... very suddenly.

Afterwards, he smiled and did not answer King Zhenbei's words.

This is not a good answer.

No matter how detached he is, such words cannot be said casually.

The master looked at the tea leaves that were constantly floating and sinking under the boiling water, and stroked his beard.

"Let Luo Hong enter the old man's small building first...let's plate it with gold."

When King Zhenbei heard the words, his face burst into a smile, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like little snakes.

He took out another bag of tea from his pocket, and slapped it on the table without smoke.

The master glanced at it and laughed dumbfoundedly.

King Zhenbei squinted his eyes and turned his head to look under the cloud-shrouded palace.

Being able to make the master let go, it seems that the talent of my grandson...maybe really extraordinary.

"Well, it's the last level of the Bailian Ladder of the Academy. What Luo Hong met was Wanyan Riehuo. The yellow list doesn't distinguish between nationalities. This kid is very strong to be ranked thirty-sixth on the yellow list..."

The master drank tea and said.

Zhenbei Wang raised his eyebrows, leaned on the chair carelessly, and said disdainfully: "Wanyan's surname? The trash line that I chased and hacked like a dog back then?"

"My grandson will win!"

What is your logic?

The master rolled his eyes, too lazy to speak.

You are you, Luo Hong is Luo Hong.

The seventh rank kills the fifth rank on the yellow list? Where did you get such strong self-confidence?

...

In the peach blossom forest, Luo Hong's white shirt was stained with blood, making it look red and delicate.

He was lying on the ground, the sword energy in his body was running fast, fighting and recovering constantly, his spirit was tense to the extreme.

Having met the genius of the Golden Tent Royal Court seven times in a row, every time it was a hard fight, Luo Hong understood that he was assigned.

"Further up, it should be the palace of Jixia Academy... Probably, maybe, what I met was still from the Golden Tent Royal Court. There is only one genius left from the Golden Tent Royal Court, and I should be the one who was picked up by me." that."

"New hatred, old hatred."

Luo Hong grinned, and stood up leaning on the ground flood sword. He walked up the stone ladder, and the vitality of heaven and earth gathered. Soon, the injuries on his body recovered rapidly, and the meridians that were running excessively violent sword energy also recovered.

The cultivation base of the seventh-rank potential sword has been greatly improved, although there is still a gap from the sixth-rank, but... soon!

After all, he, Luo Hong, has practiced very shortly so far.

Fighting is indeed the best way to improve strength.

The stronger the strength, the more emboldened to do bad things.

Luo Hong carried the ancient sword on his back, raised his head, and watched the clouds and mists separate to the two sides, revealing a sloping stone path.

The top of the stone path is within easy reach of the palace.

As Luo Hong watched, he could vaguely see a fiery figure standing in front of the palace gate in the peach blossom forest in front of the palace.

Wanyan Riehuo stood there, with cold eyes, staring at the lower end of the stone path where the clouds and mists dispersed, feeling a bit dazed.

Dead, all dead.

The genius of the Golden Tent Royal Court who came to participate in the Jixia Academy's admissions assessment, was the only one left to die, Wanyan Liehuo.

The rest were all killed by Luo Hong!

When Wanyan Liehuo reached the top of the stone path and heard the news, he was completely stunned.

The next moment.

Murderous intent filled the air, stirring on every bluestone in the last section of the stone path.

The anger soared to the sky, as if dyed half of the sky with fire.

On the stone path.

The murderous intent made Luo Hong startled, then he grinned, took out the human skin booklet, and wrote the name of Wanyan Riehuo.

"There are so many people who want to kill me, Luo Hong, how old are you?"

Luo Hong smiled lightly.

Then, he raised his hand and broke off a peach blossom branch beside the stone path.

He took out half of the mask from his pocket.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he smiled lightly.

Bearing the ancient sword, the robe stained with blood, stepping up the ladder.

In the battle of entering the palace, then, be less embarrassing and more powerful.

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