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"That's stupid."

After selling two loads of wood, the boy still didn't know how to wash his hands was holding the rouge box and smiling silly.

The graceful young girl covered her face and smiled.

This smile fascinates the city.

That was the last time a boy bought rouge.

At this morning the next morning, when the boy Li Feng passed by the Rouge Shop, the girl he had loved for many years disappeared on the Rouge Shop.

After inquiring along the way, I learned that the girl was betrayed by several local bullies to the brothel of Twenty-four Bridge.

The young man, who was furious in his heart, didn't care about anything else, and rushed into the brothel with the hatchet used to chop wood.

The ending of the young man can be imagined.

Li Feng was not dead.

He was beaten seriously injured and bedridden.

After the teenager recovered from his injury, he broke through the brothel that buried his infatuated love more than once, and every time he ended up exactly the same.

So he made up his mind secretly.

He continued to chop wood, and the money he got from selling wood no longer bought rouge, but an iron sword.

The young man Li Feng practiced swords on the mountain, and he practiced swords for a whole three years.

On a heavy rainy night, he used the iron sword to break into the brothel again.

He killed many people and his clothes were infected with blood. But after searching through the brothels, he could not see the girl on the rouge pavement.

That night, the girl who had been trained by a brothel for three years was sent to the lord's mansion in Puyang City.

That night, the storm was storm and Li Feng rushed into the city lord's mansion with an iron sword.

That night, the girl wore a red dress and decals yellow against the mirror.

There was still the red beauty mark on her face.

In front of her were a mountain-stacked rouge boxes.

That was everything the boy gave her.

The girl's name is Rouge.

She never applied rouge.

Because the rouge on the rouge is called rouge tears.

She doesn't want herself to cry.

That night of storm and rain, Rouge shed tears silently, and gently tapped the rouge box with her jade fingers, and she applied rouge tears to herself.

That night, Li Feng fell into a pool of blood without a doubt.

Li Feng, covered in blood, was thrown into the mass grave.

He fainted for several days and nights, and finally crawled out of the dead again.

He went up the mountain to practice swordsmanship again.

He met the old man from the Jiang family who was traveling alone. The old man at that time was in his prime and was a gentleman.

With the help of the old man, Li Feng finally saw Yanzhi, who was already a wife.

The red mark on Rouge's face was gone.

Because she wiped her rouge tears.

That reunion was a parting.

Li Feng's swordsmanship has already been perfected.

He became famous in one battle.

He changed his name to Puyang Fengli, and since then he followed the young Jiang family old man as a slave.

He promised to repay his kindness and be a slave for a hundred years!

...

Jiang Manlou didn't know why it shook Puyang's sword head's rekindled heart.

Among them, there must be unknown tricks from the Peng family or Peng Jiu, and it may even be the plan of the mysterious military advisor of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance.

Jiang Manlou had no way of knowing these truths, and he would not foolishly believe the so-called position.

The people of Jiyunzhou are not enough to make this old man violate the oath of a century-old slave. This is Jiang Manlou's confidence and trust in the Puyang sword leader in front of him.

But he eventually killed the old man!

...

Uncle Wu of the Jiang family is a very cautious scholar.

For fear that there will be changes later, he is unwilling to talk nonsense with Jiang Manlou: "No matter how long it takes, it will make no sense, because in the current Jiang family, you no longer have any trustworthy backup plan. If you commit suicide or be killed, you will have two ways.

Choose your own choice.”

Jiang Manlou seemed to be waiting for something: "Uncle Fifth has forgotten that my nephew has three thousand red robes. Now that I think, they should have already put on the tailor-made Three Thousand Pagoda iron armor!"

Uncle Jiang's fifth uncle said sarcastically: "You cannot deny your talent. In the entire Tibing Mountain, no one can surpass you in the talent of the calligraphy arts. Tiefutu is the best proof. But are you

I never thought about why the girl from the Yu family has left for so long and still didn’t see you rushing in with the Three Thousand Buddhas?”

Jiang Manlou frowned.

He has three thousand great red robes.

Everyone in the world thinks that Sanqian Hongpao is the evil slave of the young master of his first aristocratic family, but they don’t know that these three thousand people are all good men chosen by the old man, and they are the real trick left to Jiang Manlou.

In the academy, Jiang Manlou made the incomprehensible Dutu iron armor for the three thousand red robes with his extraordinary talent. After returning to the Tibing Mountain and Zangbing Valley, he began to really invest in it. The three thousand pairs of iron armor were all counted.

Armed to the body of Dahongpao.

Jiang Manlou even firmly believes that at this moment, the Three Thousand Iron Pagodas can be one as one on the real battlefield!

This is his confidence!

But at this moment, Yu Zhongtang, who had originally planned to help Jiang Manlou, led the three thousand iron pagodas to the top of the city tower of the government city.

All the centers of the organs in the city were stopped by Jiang Mangong.

This guy who usually nods and bows to his clan brother Jiang Manlou is now standing side by side with Peng Jiu, and has unknowingly entered Tibing Mountain with 30,000 soldiers. He is already at the gate of the city!

Black clouds over the city!

Iron armor!

The two armies confront each other!

...

Jiang Manlou was silent for a long time and said again: "It seems that Zangbinggu has all defected to Uncle Wu."

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family smiled knowingly: "It's not entirely true."

Jiang Manlou raised his eyebrows: "Who else?"

How could the fifth uncle of the Jiang family not know Jiang Manlou’s mind: “For example, the person you are waiting for.”

Jiang Manlou pretended to be puzzled: "The only thing I'm waiting for is the little girl who can't drive away even if she's pestering her."

Uncle Jiang's fifth uncle smiled sarcastically: "There should be another accountant."

Jiang Manlou, who was revealed, frowned again.

It seemed that he had already fallen into a disadvantage in his confrontation with Uncle Wu.

Yes, in addition to the Three Thousand Tiefutus, what Jiangmanlou most hopes for is the arrival of the accountant.

The accountant of the world's first family is also a scholar.

This scholar is a famous calligraphy master.

A very famous calligraphy master.

His name is Mo Yan.

It is also called Shushan Mo Yan by the world.

Below the saint, Mo Yan, Shushan, who showed his saints in ten days.

I don’t know whether it was Wushuang’s calligraphy that he had practiced after becoming an accountant, or whether Shushan Moyan, a middle-aged man who had already achieved great calligraphy in Shushan before coming to Jiang’s house, was standing outside the Tibetan Bing Valley with his hands behind his back.

He was blocked from his way.

In front of him was not the servants of the Jiang family with a profound realm, nor the thousands of troops led by Peng Jiu, but the evil thing carefully cultivated by the fifth uncle of the Jiang family.

A talisman wearing red armor!

A total of eleven strange talismans formed an unknown evil formation by the Red Armored Man, trapping this powerful man in the Transformation Realm who was one of the Ten Days of Saints.

Shushan Mo Yan is thinking about the way to solve it!

...

Jiang Manlou, who was a bit bitter in color inside the Zhubing Pavilion, had a sword in his hand.

That is the attack of the magic weapon!

He had no reinforcements and said nothing more.

But he won't accept his fate.

This is very similar to Luo Changfeng.

Two persistent guys stood side by side.

Jiang Manlou turned his head and smiled bitterly: "Do you still insist on living?"

Luo Changfeng held the green-light divine weapon Youlong tightly and grinned: "What do you think?"

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family waved his hand, and nearly a hundred disciples of Taoist characters slowly surrounded him, while he himself withdrew from the Battle of the Bing Pavilion under the cover of the Puyang Sword Head.

The gate of Zhubing Pavilion slowly closed again!