The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 544

Hot June day.

At noon, the scorching sun was scorching the earth wantonly.

On the wide and straight official road, there are no cars or people for more than ten miles, only the heat is steaming.

Tatata!

A black carriage appeared lonely and abruptly on the official road, speeding from north to south.

The horse is a fast horse, a thousand-mile fast horse specially produced in the north of the Northland and even in the Wala area. It has fast speed, great strength and strong endurance.

This kind of horse is definitely not easy to tame, so it is expensive enough, and expensive is the only shortcoming of this horse.

Of course, the higher the temperature as you go south, the higher the temperature is, it is not comparable to that in the north. I wonder if these horses will adapt to it.

Four fast horses pull a large carriage.

Narrow and long carriages, thick and heavy boards, and large solid and smooth wheels.

The big carriage is big and strong, giving people a sense of stability and stability.

No matter how fast you run, there is almost no sense of bumps and shakes.

But such a big carriage must be very heavy, even if it is pulled by four fast horses, it is still not easy.

Therefore, the big carriage can only take the official road, otherwise it will be stuck in the soil eight or nine times if it does not run ten miles.

There are naturally people in the carriage.

Apart from the coachman who swung his whip all the way in almost the same posture and frequency, there were four other people in the carriage.

The three sat at the left and right ends of the back of the carriage, and the other sat by the door with a slight distance from the three.

Among them, a woman and a man sitting on the right side are the two pavilion masters of Tingyu Pavilion, Meng Chaoge and Luo Piaoling.

Both of them changed back to the color of their usual clothes, and they were no longer the clothes of a fleeting time.

Not long after the imperial court implemented the "Martial Restriction Order", in order to avoid "committing crimes against the wind", Xue Qinghuan had already returned from Youjing to the south.

Sitting upright by the car door, most of the time, he always closes his eyes and rests his mind. He seems to be relaxed, but he is always ready to go. Dong Qing, the former Golden Soul Killer of the Soul Search Temple who went south.

Dama Jindao sits opposite Meng and Luo. The man is about 30 years old, facing gentle, with dark complexion, wearing expensive brocade clothes, with a piece of valuable Lantian jade hanging on his waist, and playing with jadeite in his hand. snuff bottle.

If it wasn't for the fact that his body doesn't look thin and weak, he should have some kung fu foundation, and it would be difficult to ostentatiously pass the market with this outfit.

What didn't quite match the gentle face was the man's agile eyes.

They were glancing around indistinctly in the carriage.

Occasionally passing by the opposite woman, the world outside the car is too stuffy to enjoy the beautiful scenery, it is good to have beautiful women, but it is a pity that I have a family, so I don't want to linger too much.

From time to time, I glanced at the "hypocritical" man sitting alone at one end. There were only three people in the carriage when I was driving at night yesterday, and I only dozed off during the journey, and this man sneaked in. It was really scary.

Sometimes the snuff bottle stays in my hand. Although I have only acquired this thing for less than a month, I hold it in my hand to play with it and smell it every day. I am tired of it. If I knew it, I should bring more These things are.

Every time he thinks about this, he always spends a lot of time casting his eyes on the warm and jade-like young master Pianpian.

I wish I could gouge out a few pieces of flesh from the face of this Mr. Pianpian, who has drunk countless women in the world, to relieve his jealousy!

After all, along the way, Mr. Pianpian asked him to just do everything and not ask anything, and he would tell when the time was right.

During the whole night and half a day, he did everything without asking any questions. Seeing that he was about to enter the border of Luzhou, but the other party still had no intention of confessing, he almost lost his patience.

As a well-known playboy in Youjing City, the second generation ancestor, he, Lu Feng, Uncle Lu has given enough face.

Lu Fenghun was rubbing the snuff bottle unconsciously, his brows gradually furrowed, and his gentle face became serious.

He finally lost his patience, and blurted out, "Can we talk now? Why did you choose to leave today?"

Mr. Pianpian seemed to have noticed the strangeness of Uncle Lu, and replied with a half-smile: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day."

Lu Feng's eyes widened, he glared as hard as he could, and asked, "What day is today?"

Luo Piaoling said: "Great heat."

Lu Feng was startled when he heard this: "What does this have to do with running away?"

Luo Piaoling still replied calmly: "No."

"Then you didn't leave earlier, why did you leave today?" When he asked the words, Lu Feng realized that he had just talked nonsense and came back.

Luo Piaoling said helplessly: "I taught you to prepare, are you ready?"

"Get ready." Lu Feng didn't understand what he meant, so he repeated the task that Luo Piaoling had arranged for him more than half a month ago, "According to what you said, four high-quality carriages and forty good horses are here. On the second southbound road, every time the horses are exhausted, they will change between the roads. If the carriage is damaged, the horse will go first, and the nearest horse-drawn carriage will be deployed to connect. It is more than [-] miles from Youjing to Jiangning without stopping, and it can be reached within three days and three nights."

"Although it will take a lot of time and money, but look at my arrangement, are you satisfied?" Although there was a sense of asking for credit in the words, Lu Feng had already straightened his back, confident that under his own management, everything would be fine. All flawless.

Luo Piaoling agreed: "Very satisfied, I can't be more satisfied."

Lu Feng obviously wasn't dazzled by Luo Piaoling's emotionless praise, and quickly grasped the point, saying: "That's it, well, these preparations were done seven days ago."

Luo Piaoling said: "I know."

"Then why did you leave today!" The question was asked again, and Lu Feng planned to teach the other party a lesson if Luo Piaoling avoided answering again. Turn, the opponent can't beat him!

Luo Piaoling said: "It's all in silence."

Lu Feng was no longer polite to the other party, he took out a dagger in a sheath inlaid with gold and jade from his arms, and wanted to pull it out, he gritted his teeth and said: "Please be a human being!"

It was supposed to be a tense situation, but Meng Chaoge covered his mouth and snickered, while Dongqing pretended not to know anything like a wooden man.

Luo Piaoling sighed, "Look, you're in a hurry."

Lu Feng slammed the dagger to the side without any backbone, and said, "It's a hot day, none of you speak, you can suffocate people to death!"

Luo Piaoling said: "Our uncle Lu is in a hurry, let alone those who want to catch us?"

"Hey, it's just you, oh, maybe there's also you, big sister. Just you, without me, there would be no such thing." Lu Feng first emphasized it solemnly, and then suddenly realized, "So you have to Waiting until this hot day to leave is to make everyone impatient and take the opportunity to slip away when they are most relaxed."

Luo Piaoling nodded and said, "That's what I just thought of."

Seeing that Luo Piaoling finally "confessed directly", Lu Feng felt much relieved, but after thinking about the meaning of his words, he immediately jumped up from the seat, always feeling that he had to beat this little boy to vent his anger.

That's right, without the power to restrain a chicken, he can only sing poems and write poems against Mr. Huashan, who is provoking conspiracy and conspiracy. In the eyes of Uncle Lu, he is just a little face!

Wood is still wood.

Luo Piaoling was also indifferent to Lu Feng's fury.

But Meng Chaoge couldn't bear it, and told the truth: "It's the letter from the old man secretly, let us wait."

Lu Feng fiercely gouged out the little boy's eyes, stared gratefully at the beauty of Tingyu Pavilion Master, and asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Meng Chaoge said: "Wait for the forces of all parties to gradually lose patience and become numb, wait for the old man of the Lu family to finally reveal the secret way out of the village, and wait for a little brother who was almost blind to come out of the mountain to kill people."

　Recently, Kawen's words are heavy, and he has fallen into self-denial and cannot extricate himself.

　　But when I went back to the previous article to sort out the context, especially the chapters 200-300, it seemed to be a double update during that time. The writing was very smooth and quite artistic. Now I look at the picture so strong that I can’t believe it was written by myself. , and then affirmed myself.

　　But the feeling of what I write now is completely different from the previous one. The style of writing has changed, and I began to deny myself again, feeling that I am going downhill...

　　It's so hard, I'm in a bad mood right now.

　　I really want to finish this book as soon as possible, and I will always put pressure on myself every day, sitting in front of the computer and holding back.

　　However, it just couldn't squeeze out.

　　And I don’t have the kind of relaxed state of mind that I write when I have inspiration, and don’t write when I don’t have inspiration.

　　Too tangled, too blue and thin,

　　I don't know how long it will take to finish writing this book TOT

　　

　

(End of this chapter)