Chapter 169 The Great Western Tiger

The spring rain is continuous, spilling into the capital from east to west.

Zhongzhong is in Guanzhong, and Zhongduxing Province is also Guanzhongxing Province. The people of the Kuang Dynasty are used to it and lose the title of the previous dynasty. The reason why it is called Guanzhong is only because of the Tianxia Pass, which divides the north and south. From ancient times to the present, the most tragic war Tianxia Pass has accounted for half. Together with the north and south, it crosses the east and the west and the throat of the four sides. It is a must-have place for soldiers. This pass is built on the mountains of Tianxia. There are dangerous peaks on it and thousands of feet deep gorges under it. The mountain road is narrow. It can be said that a man can't open it. It only takes 5,000 soldiers and horses to stop 100,000 soldiers.

Emperor Da Kuang's uncle Zhao was invincible sitting in the middle of the town, and the Changtianxia Pass looked down on the princes of the world. The heroes were powerless and did not dare to act rashly.

Now the emperor's uncle is no longer there, but there is a general coming from the north. A horse draws a halberd in the pass, only swung his feet, and no tigers and wolves in the world dare to approach him.

In front of the mountain road, the general with jade-faced red lips sat on the snow lion horse in the clouds, and the square sky painting halberd hung behind him, quietly staring at the white ape playing in the stream. The night was dark, the ape did not rest, and he did not sleep. He came on the left side of the road, but he did not move forward, as if he was waiting for someone.

If he wears armor, Lv Feng will definitely wear a golden helmet and crown, but tonight he is not even tied with his hair. He wears it behind him casually, which is a little strange.

The sound of horses' hoofs came from the end of the mountain road. When I was young, two horses came quickly.

First, a general sat on the back of a horse, a silver armored silver helmet, a pear wood tiger tooth gun on the shoulder, and the battle skirt was mottled, but the moonlight fell was scarlet blood stains.

A hundred steps away, Lv Feng looked at the mountain stream quietly until the general was about 30 steps away from him.

The general obviously also saw Lv Fengqi. Fang Tian's painting halberd hung motionless, but how many people in the world dare to ignore it, and how many generals dare to approach? For a moment, his eyes seemed to have been ignited, flashing Xiong Xiong's fighting spirit. The silver armor general not only stopped, but also the horse was like a strong wind, like thunder.

Lv Fengqi still did not move. He stood so quietly. His strong and tall figure seemed to be connected to Tianxia, or he was the other Tianxia Pass.

A hundred steps are like fire, thirty steps are like thunder, and ten steps are like huge waves. There are still ten steps left from Lv Feng. A virtual shadow flashed in the right hand of the general of the silver armor. In the blink of an eye, he pulled out the pear wood tiger tooth gun. The tip of the gun drew a wonderful arc, as if it had raised a huge wave in the void. One wave was higher than a wave, overlapping and bombarded the left Lv Feng.

I don't know when the Fang Tianhua halberd, which made the world's famous generals restless, was already in his hand.

Facing the gun waves coming to his face, Lv Feng's expression gradually became solemn. His right hand suddenly trembled, and the square sky painting halberd swam like a snake, as if it were fishing for a moon under the sea.

The halberd hit each other, the void floated in circles, and the huge waves hit the majestic mountain without a sound.

It seemed to be a loose and ordinary combination, which made the general of the gun and Lv Feng pass by, but they hung the rein ten steps away, took off his helmet, and turned his head to look at Lv Feng.

The wind blew up the Tianxia Pass, and the young general who followed the general subconsciously shivered. The green silk flew under the armor, and his big eyes blinked and stared at Lv Feng curiously.

"Where are you going?"

Lv Feng asked.

"Dongchu."

The silver gun replied that he was eight feet tall, his shoulders were as wide and his arms were as long as Lv Fengqi, and he was also very handsome. His face was like crown jade, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his lips were not as thin as Lv Fengqi, and they were not as cold as him.

Four eyes were facing each other. For a long time, Lv Feng said, "I have passed several countries all the way."

"Three Kingdoms in the west, together with Tianxia Xiguan."

"Kill a few people."

"Three generals of the State of Chen, five generals of the State of Ping, and eight generals of the State of Qi."

The silver gun will say calmly.

"It's for giving me face. I didn't touch the winged tiger in Kansai."

Hearing this, the silver gun general smiled and said, "If you want to kill him, it will take fifty or sixty yuan. After a long time, I'm afraid you will really be left behind when the army arrives."

Lv Feng frowned inadvertently: "You still don't want to help me?"

He smiled, and the silver gun stared at Lv Feng, and then looked at Shenjian: "Is it to help you, or to help Lu Sikong, or to help the royal family?"

Before Lv Feng's reply, the silver gun said to himself, "Chu Jun has invited Mr. Gu, a wonderful doctor, for Zilong, and promised to spend tens of thousands of yuan to cure his sister's illness... Let's say goodbye. If there is a chance, we will talk about it another day.

When the words fell, the young general beside him quickly caught up with him. When he passed by Lv Feng, he looked curiously. Lv Feng turned his head and saw that the young general was not only not afraid, but also playfully put on a grimace, smiled, and then followed the silver gun to the east.

It was not until the two horses disappeared at the foot of the mountain that Lv Feng withdrew his eyes. I don't know when the Fang Tianhua halberd in his hand had been hung back on his strap.

The night fog in the mountains was extremely heavy, and a pair of cloth shoes were exposed from the fog. The teenager under 20 frowned and looked at Lv Fengqi, and then followed his eyes to the deep stream.

"Li Zilong defected to Chu Jun, and the strong soldiers of the State of Chu and Ma Zhuang got a dragon, which was a big trouble. Why did the general return to the mountain?

After waiting for a long time, he didn't hear Lv Feng open his mouth, and Zhang Bushi frowned more.

Lu Sikong's faction came to the north, and the original pattern of Zhongdu disappeared. Others said it, but Lv Feng also came. If the master is not here, who can suppress him? The world's five tigers, seven bears and thirteen runners are only the ranking in the army. Da Kuang also has many hidden strong men. If they wear armor, they may not lose to the former. Among them, the most famous one is Li Zilong, who is a disciple of the old man of Xiji. The old man of Xiji is a hermit. He has three unique guns, spears and swords. It is said that Li Zilong has been handed down from him. When Lv Fengqi was a teenager, he traveled south and north. He looked for his teacher and asked. He had been taught half of the halberd skills by the old man of Xiji. Everyone knows that there is anyone else in the world who is likely to defeat Lv Fengqi, it is Li Zilong.

Zhang Bushi was about to ask again when a rustling sound suddenly came from his ear, and he subconsciously retreated.

"Wang!"

The mountain road in front of Lv Feng collapsed from the middle and fell into the abyss, and the place where he stood was only half an inch away, but it was safe and intact.

Pulling up the reins, the emotionless voice sounded from Lv Feng's mouth: "When we meet in the battlefield, I will cut him in the lily."

The voice suddenly turned around. Lv Feng turned his head and stared at Zhang Bushi coldly: "Lv, I see that your talent is not bad, and I will spare your life. If you dare to do this again in the future, don't blame someone who doesn't know the halberd in his hand.

With a chill in his heart, Zhang Bushi frowned into Sichuan, met Lv Fengqi's eyes without showing weakness, and resisted the murderous intention of cutting his cheeks.

"You are still far behind."

After leaving a sentence, Lv Feng laughed, turned the horse's head, and soon disappeared into the night.

Looking at Lv Feng's majestic back, Zhang Bushi gasped for breath, and the afterglow fell into the big pit beside him, and he only felt bitter in his mouth.

"The talent is not bad... Is it just okay?

He shook his head with a wry smile, and Zhang Bushi walked slowly along the mountain road.

Lv Fengqi is only ten years older than him. Ten years later, I don't know if he can reach his level.

The crotch began to sound, and a dark shadow flew out of the mountains and forests, fell on a cloth shoulder, and opened its mouth and spit out a wax bead.

Zhang Bushi crushed the wax beads, opened the letter and looked at it carefully. When he was young, Zhang Bushi frowned again: "Changmen Law Association... The two factions of the government and the opposition are finally going to tear their faces, and they don't know which princes will attack first.

The mountain road is endless, and the teenager wears cloth shoes on the mountain road. He is not in a hurry and disappears into the mountain fog in a blink of an eye.

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The ancient road of the old Tang Dynasty was bustling. The drought in the past month did not affect the interest of the people. Instead, it made the moonlight more and more bright, the stars were bright, and the night was as white as day. The night market in Liujing has always been very lively. There are many spring festivals, and people are also energetic. It is also common to play all night.

"Little official, is that trick really as divine as you said?"

With a smile at the corners of his mouth, An Bochen asked Li Xiaoguan, who couldn't help looking at the lady girl on the street.

Before Li Xiaoguan could speak, A Fu, who had become more and more dark over the years, said excitedly, "Bochen, you don't know that the trick is already known in the capital."

"I'm ignorant."

An Bochen touched his nose helplessly. He rarely came out to hang out on weekdays. He was either practicing or reading, or practicing guns. Liujing has been too safe and stable for three years, but An Bochen can't be stable. He has seen immortals and ghosts. When he traveled, he also met many strange people and strong people. In the depths of An Bochen's heart, he has already put himself in a very low position. In the face of so many existences that may become variables, he needs to practice diligently to control his own destiny.

Talking and laughing, the four walked through the old Tang ancient road and arrived at Wangjun Lake.

The painting is connected to the shore, and the sound is continuous, and there are still all kinds of amorous feelings in the sparkling light of the moon. The time has passed, and Wangjun Lake is still singing and beautiful songs. The prince and the maids take the incense carts, but most of them no longer linger with those slightly deserted paintings.

On the shore of the lake stood a large stage with a width of 30 to 40 feet. On the stage were a one-person-high bronze mirror, ten empty boxes, two doors, and seven or eight potted plants. Next to it stood a smiling middle-aged man. As soon as he appeared, more than a thousand people gathered under the stage, grabbing the limelight of the old owners of Wangjun Lake.

"Is it him?"

An Bochen was secretly shocked when he saw the man on the stage.

Li Xiaoguan and other people's tricks are not the guests of the Evian Inn they saw in the evening.

He is about 40 years old, with a warm smile on his face, a sky-blue gown and a white cloth coat on his shoulder. He looks no different from those guys in the teahouse, and there is a trace of shrewdness in this.

"General An!"

At this moment, there was a call of surprise behind him.

Turning around, An Bochen saw a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes coming excitedly, accompanied by a veiled woman.

An Bochen was stunned. As soon as he wanted to salute, he was stopped by the teenager calmly: "Brother An, my aunt and I sneaked out."

Hearing that the teenager actually called An Bochen "big brother", the woman frowned slightly and stretched in an instant.

Dare to be a private visit...

An Bochen laughed in his heart. Looking around, he saw that there were more than a dozen people in the crowd around him, and the big man with bright eyes could not stop looking at this. Seeing that it was An Bochen, he restrained his fierce appearance and pretended to look at the man on the stage.

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(I'm going to take a 24-hour train later. Tomorrow's two chapters are estimated to be in the evening. Let's send them together. It broke out the day after tomorrow. The protagonist is going out soon. Don't be impatient~~)