Leaving Jinan and heading west, the carriage drove briskly into the Yiluo Basin. It must have been possible to enter Luoyang City before dinner.
Feng Zhou couldn't remember how many times he had been to this ancient capital of thirteen dynasties, but every time he came here, he had a different feeling.
The car suddenly stopped, and then the driver's voice came: "Sir, someone is looking for you."
The moment he spoke, Feng Zhou opened his eyes, opened the car door, and got out of the car. In front of the carriage, the man in black stood there, standing straight like a gun.
It’s exactly what the Central Plains is a little red about.
When he saw him, Feng Zhou smiled.
There is a feeling that all the heroes in the world have fallen into my lap.
At this time, Zhongyuan was a little red, and his demeanor had changed drastically.
He was still wearing tight-fitting black clothes, but they were dusty. Not only that, his face was stained with sweat, and even the snake-like black sheath sword was stained with dirt.
His face was still expressionless, but his eyes, which were originally as bright as stars, were bloodshot and full of exhaustion, but there was a hint of perseverance.
"Brother Hong, what do you want from me?"
Feng Zhou smiled lightly.
Dian Hong suddenly clasped his fists and said, "I would like to ask sir to teach me again."
"Education?"
Feng Zhou pondered slightly, and a clear light flashed before his eyes. A little red unsheathed his sword, and suddenly he drew his sword. The sword flashed and pierced Feng Zhou's throat.
There was no murderous intent either on the sword or on him, but his sword was originally a killing sword.
Every sword of a little red is a perfect sword, showing no mercy and no way out.
Compared with the encounter in Jinan half a month ago, Yidian Hong's swordsmanship skills were actually a bit better.
He used to be a killing sword, but now he is a killing sword that has no retreat.
When he thrust out his sword, he left no one with any choice, not even himself!
But Feng Zhou just smiled slightly, and the golden snake sword appeared in his hand. With a slight tap, he hit the stabbed point again.
"bite"
There was a flash of sparks, and the two swords' tips were separated as soon as they collided.
"Come again!"
Yidianhong shouted, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword energy was strong, and the sharp sword wind it brought was like wind and lightning.
Feng Zhou suddenly discovered that in terms of sword moves alone, the Huashan School sword technique he used felt a certain kind of suppression. The red sword power actually limited all possible changes in his sword moves.
interesting.
"The way of swordsmanship leads to the same goal through different paths. Brother Hong's attainments have already advanced to a new level."
Feng Zhou smiled and praised.
"Forget it, I'll let you use it as much as you can."
Feng Zhou's golden snake sword no longer attacks, but assumes a defensive posture.
Yi Dianhong shouted loudly, moved his sword like flying, the light of the sword flashed like stars, and thrust out one hundred and forty-four swords in all directions.
The afterimages dispersed like broken lenses, but in Feng Zhou's eyes, every move was clearly layered and well-proportioned. He smiled softly, waved his hands continuously, and defended one hundred and forty-four swords in one go.
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Every time he strikes with his sword, he points out the opponent's flaw and then withdraws it immediately. Every move and every move is layered and well-proportioned.
After the 144th sword strike, Feng Zhou suddenly laughed: "Brother Hong, you've been traveling for days, I'm afraid you're exhausted and it's over here!"
As he spoke, the golden snake sword suddenly changed, and a sword thrust straight out.
"bite."
The two swords came into contact again.
The long sword in Yidian Hong's hand, which was made of hundreds of refined steel and looked like a poisonous snake, suddenly bowed.
Dian Hong only felt a burst of hot Qi coming from the sword. Almost instantly, he lost consciousness below the elbow of the hand holding the sword, and then his body felt like one bathed in warm sunlight.
The same, with a sense of comfort.
Dian Hong let out a breath, as if the exhaustion from the continuous rush suddenly disappeared.
"Thank you for your advice. I have already told my leader that from today on, I will withdraw from the killer organization. If you don't mind, I am willing to work under you as a pawn."
A little red pushed the golden mountain, poured the jade pillar, and worshiped at the feet of Feng Zhou.
Feng Zhou smiled.
This is the charm of martial arts. It can make a proud person worship at his feet sincerely.
But then again, after not seeing each other for just half a month, Dian Hong's swordsmanship has actually improved to a new level. It is obvious that he has received guidance from an expert during this period.
It can be seen from his words that this expert is the boss of the killer organization and the younger brother of Xue Yiren, Xue Xiaoren.
Faced with a difficult choice, Xue Xiaoren was so generous. Sure enough, he was not an ordinary person!
Feng Zhou thought of this and looked at Dian Dianhong, a look of enlightenment flashed in his eyes. Although Dian Dianhong was a killer, he regarded himself as a swordsman in his heart. When he met a martial arts expert who was far above him, he
If someone sees right through his own martial arts and wants to help him, if he doesn't know how to catch it, he is the best fool in the world.
"This small step you take will definitely be a big step in your life."
The corners of Feng Zhou's mouth curved upward, and he spoke with a bit of a magician's air.
"You have wonderful bones and good fighting skills, but the sword in your hand is too evil. Don't use it in the future."
As Feng Zhou spoke, he took out a Huashan Sect sword from the car and said, "From now on, you can use this sword."
Dian Hong took the long sword. This was a standard long sword. It was not a magical weapon, but it was made of hundreds of refined steel. The faint steel pattern on the sword body and the shining blade seemed to indicate that it was
It's sharp. As soon as I hold it in my hand, Idianhong is keenly aware that this sword lacks something compared with the original one. It's the smell of blood, the kind of fierce and evil spirit that shines unconsciously.
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He is a gentleman among soldiers.
He raised his head and saw Feng Zhou's eyes and the smile in them.
"Master is here, please accept my disciple's bow."
"We can talk about apprenticeship later. Now we have a very important thing to do." Feng Zhou chuckled and gently helped Dian Hong up.
"What's up?"
"Luoyang is in sight, but you and I are fighting in the wilderness and sweating all over. Therefore, the most important thing now is to go to the city and take a shower!"
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This place is called "Fenghua Pool". It is a public bathhouse built by the Feng Family in Luoyang. The price is not cheaper than a separate bathhouse, but bathing in a large steaming pool has a unique mood; while bathing, you can also enjoy the peace and quiet.
It is a pleasure to chat with friends, so men in Luoyang, whether rich or poor, like to come here to spend an hour or two in the afternoon after having morning tea.
Of course there were more than just the two of them in the bath, but through a thin layer of water mist, no one could see each other's faces clearly. Besides, most of the people who came here came here for their own enjoyment and to relax their nerves.
I don’t want to pay attention to others, and I don’t want others to pay attention to myself.
In a place like this, everyone meets naked, and no one can see each other's identity. No matter whether they are princes, generals, ministers, or celebrities, once they take off their clothes, they are no different from peddlers and commoners.
When he was in Jinling, Feng Zhou often came to this kind of place to take a bath, sometimes by himself, sometimes when he was discussing business with other big bosses, because this kind of place was very pleasant.
It's just that this is the first time for Dian Hong to come here.
As a killer, he is used to being alone. Of course, he is not used to seeing people naked. This will make him feel like he is suddenly pulled from the darkness into the spotlight.
Suddenly a person rushed in outside the door.
This man looked very nervous, as if he was being chased by a ghost. As soon as he rushed in, he jumped into the pool with a "plop".
The water splashed everywhere, turning red all over.
Dian Hong didn't say anything, just snorted.
Feng Zhou smiled and said: "I didn't expect that you could reach the bathhouse so quickly by netting Zhang San."
The person who rushed in from the outside was none other than "Kuaiwang" Zhang San. Not only was this man highly aquatic and good at grilling fish, he was also alert, eloquent, had a good eyelids, made many friends, and was of course very loyal to his friends.
Therefore, not only Chu Liuxiang and Hu Tiehua knew each other, but Feng Zhou also knew him.
It's just that this guy is good at everything except for one problem.
As soon as he saw a good pearl, his hands would itch, and he had to find a way to get it. Gold, silver, emerald, agate, nothing could move his heart.
He only loves pearls, just like an old naughty boy sees interesting martial arts, or Yun Zhonghe sees a beautiful girl.
But now when he saw Feng Zhou, he seemed happier than when he saw the pearl. He looked up and let out a long breath and said with a smile: "Bodhisattva, King of Sufferers, I, Zhang San, am indeed blessed with great fortune. I meet noble people everywhere."
Feng Zhou laughed and scolded: "Looking at how clueless you are, have you seen a ghost?"
"Kuaiwang" Zhang San sighed and said with a wry smile: "Maybe it would be better if I really bumped into a ghost. What I bumped into was really worse than a ghost."
Feng Zhou frowned and said, "Who is more vicious than a ghost?"
Zhang Sandao: "You..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, a sudden noise came from outside.
I heard a hoarse man's voice saying: "Girl, you can't come to this place."
Another person said: "Others can come, why can't I come? Why can't I come?"
The voice was urgent and fast, but delicate and crisp, almost like a girl's accent.
The man said anxiously: "This is a place for men to bathe. How can a big girl go in?"
The girl said: "You said you can't go in, but I insist on going in. I have to go in."
She sneered twice, and spoke in a louder voice, "You stinky thief, if you escape here, won't I dare to come here? I tell you, if you escape to Senluo Palace, I will chase you to see King Yama."
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Dian Hong glanced at Zhang San and whispered: "She is a fierce little girl."
He took a look at Zhang San and found that Zhang San's face was completely pale with fear. She suddenly plunged into the hot and mixed bath water and never raised her head again.
The noise outside became more and more fierce, and the owner of the bathroom shouted: "You can't go in, you must not..."
Before he finished speaking, there was only a sound of "slap". It was obvious that the man had been slapped so hard that he could not even open his mouth.