Rise From Doomsday Chapter 839: , Xiaohouye
My master, please! "
The man is about 40 years old, with fair skin and meticulous combing of his hair. Few people still pay such attention to appearance in troubled times. The various characters Liu Wei'an had met were neither 800 nor 500, and none of them looked as good as the man in front of them. It's not that he is handsome, there are more handsome people than him, he can only be regarded as the upper-middle posture. There is an old saying that fits him well, three points depend on looks and seven points depend on dress. The perfect combination of the two gives him a unique charm.
In ancient times, only members of rank 5 and above were qualified to wear vermilion red clothes. Men wear them with a touch of extravagance. The eyes were sharp, although the concealment was very good, the arrogance that was integrated into the bones still faintly flowed out.
Putonghua was unified hundreds of years ago. As a national language, no one can speak it except for a newborn baby. However, according to different regions, Mandarin is slightly different. Mandarin from Hunan and Jiangxi has Hakka dialects. Fujian's Mandarin still has some syllables that are difficult to distinguish. Needless to say, Guangdong and Guangxi, the tongue has never been straight. Standard Mandarin has to be seen in Hebei, and the man in front of him speaks very standard Mandarin, with every word and sound, very clear.
Even if you don’t look at your appearance, you can distinguish it from ordinary people by just listening to the sound.
The middle-aged man did not come alone. There was a group of soldiers who came together with 20 people. 10 people surrounded Fujiang, Elephant and others, and the other 10 people scattered around, seemingly distributed randomly. If you zoom in on the whole pattern, you will find that their standing position just locks all the exits, and at the same time surrounds the elephant, etc. Ten of them echoed each other, and in the event of an accident, they can provide immediate support.
"Who is your master?" Liu Wei'an withdrew his gaze from the soldier. He secretly guessed the identity of the opponent in his heart. He had contacted the people of the Eighth Army and the Ninth Army. Before the troubled times, they were naturally first-class elites. More, the strength of the army appears weak.
The 20 soldiers in front of him are all of the late stage silver strength, even if they are placed in the Ping An team, they are also elite. I don't know if it is a soldier in the Sixth or Seventh Army.
"Young master's name is taboo, we clearly stated the inconvenience of the next person, Governor Liu knew it when we met." Although the middle-aged man's attitude is respectful, he gives people a feeling that asking you is to give you face. He did not deliberately do this, but a habit that he has cultivated for a long time.
"Do you know me?" Liu Wei'an raised an eyebrow. He is well-known, at least in Xiangshui and Jiangdong provinces, but because of the low number of photo opportunities and the long-term experience in "World of Warcraft", and Tianfeng Province has blocked the provincial borders, news is blocked, and people who have met him Not much.
"The famous governor of Tianfeng Province, a three-year-old child knows it, and I know it naturally." When the middle-aged man said that he was famous, a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, not knowing whether it was irony or disdain.
The players around watching the excitement were all shocked, and their gazes at Liu Wei'an suddenly changed. Just as the middle-aged man said, there were really few people who didn't know Liu Wei'an. With his own power, he brought Tianfeng Province out of chaos, and became the first identity in the entire Han Dynasty to restore order. It is impossible not to be famous. Many people want to go to Tianfeng Province, but the border is blocked and they can’t make it through.
Many people have imagined what Liu Wei'an is like, but they are so young. Because of the fighting power shown in the previous battle with Zheng Li, no one felt that the meeting was not as well-known.
"I will stay here for at least one day. If your young master wants to see him, let him come over. I still have things to do, so I won’t keep you.
. "Liu Wei'an frowned, and said patiently.
"My young master's itinerary was set early, and he can only stay in Baimao District for an hour. I hope Governor Liu will understand." A hint of displeasure flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.
"Just forget it if you don't have time." Liu Wei'an is now obsessed with developing Tianfeng Province, and has no interest in dealing with outside forces.
"If Governor Liu doesn't go, it will be difficult for those of us who are subordinates." The middle-aged man said solemnly.
"So, do I have to go?" Liu Wei'an's eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a dangerous light.
"I hope Governor Liu will not embarrass us." The middle-aged man had a calm expression without a trace of fear.
"Do you know, according to my previous temper, you are already lying on the ground." Liu Wei'an sighed.
"I believe Governor Liu is a smart person." The middle-aged man smiled.
"It's a pity, you read it wrong." The moment Liu Wei'an closed his fists, an invisible force came and confined him to death. Almost at the same time, the middle-aged man slashed at his shoulder with a palm, as fast as lightning.
The palm of the hand is as white as jade, shining with a charming little light. It is clearly a flesh and blood body, but it gives people a sense of unparalleled sharpness of a peerless sword. In the crowd, an older person was shocked and shouted out of voice.
"Broken Jade Palm!"
Liu Wei'an has never heard of a broken jade palm, nor has he seen it before, but the murderous intent in his eyes has faded a bit, just because the middle-aged man took his shoulder instead of his neck. No matter what his purpose is, at least he didn't want to kill him, and Liu Weian wanted to spare his life for this.
's squinted eyes suddenly opened, and the light burst out. The void seemed to swell suddenly, and the invisible force that imprisoned Liu Wei'an exploded. As if hit by a heavy hammer, a soldier on the northeast foot screamed, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and withered to the ground. The attention of those watching the excitement was diverted. Here, Liu Wei'an's fist had already collided with the palm of the middle-aged man.
当——
The flesh and blood hit each other, and there was the sound of gold and stone hitting. The contempt in the eyes of the middle-aged man turned into pain in an instant. The whole person seemed to be hit by a heavy truck driving at high speed. He shot out more than 30 meters away, sprinkled a series of blood, and crashed into a wall and disappeared.
bang——
The elephant punched in the air, and the two rushing soldiers shot backwards at a faster speed, fell to the street tens of meters away, twitched a few times, and remained motionless without knowing whether they were alive or dead.
The sword light was like a snake retracted on You Mengshou's back, and the 10 soldiers surrounding them had lost their combat effectiveness and lay on the ground. You Mengshou did not kill them, but only broke the hamstrings and tendons. If this kind of injury were replaced in the past, even if it was connected, the strength would be reduced by more than half, but now, any medical evolutionary can heal it without leaving any sequelae, it is not a problem.
You Mengshou didn't hurt the killer because of the fact that these soldiers were not simple, but they weren't like the elephants.
bang!
Just as the middle-aged man stood up from the masonry, he was beaten to the ground by Lin Zhonghu with a fist, and raised him in front of Liu Wei'an like a chicken.
"Liu Wei'an, you will regret today's shot!" The middle-aged man was forced to kneel on the ground, but he held his head firmly, his eyes shot with a spiteful light.
"I will not regret it in the future, I don't know, but I can be sure, I hate other people threatening me, and the people who threatened me before are dead.
" Liu Wei'an looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.
"It was Xiao Hou Ye who called me here." There was a chill in the middle-aged man's heart. He didn't know Liu Wei'an very well. He just looked at the information roughly and knew that this was a shit. Lucky young man. But at this moment, he clearly felt the breath of death. In front of others, his bones were very hard, because no one of him dared to violate Xiaohou's will, but from Liu Wei'an, he didn't see any fear of Xiaohou's.
The hero didn't suffer the immediate loss, he immediately lowered his noble head.
"Speaking like this earlier, why did you get a beating? This time I will give you a lesson. Don't be too arrogant, otherwise you will be unlucky." Liu Wei'an reminded me kindly.
The middle-aged man almost broke his teeth, but he didn't dare to say anything hard.
"Go back and tell Master Xiao Hou, if you dare to retaliate, I will let him know what regret is." Liu Wei'an left a few words indifferently and left with someone.
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The highest floor of the Central Building. Before the troubled times, standing in front of the window and looking up could see the plane, but now, only the gray sky can be seen.
"He really said that?"
Even though the little Lord Hou has a small print, he is actually not that small. He is 39 years old this year, and one year later, he will be a happy year. However, it is well maintained and looks like 30 years old.
"The old slave dare not hide it. This is Liu Wei'an's original words." The steward Chu had a respectful expression. In front of Master Xiaohou, he had reduced all his pride and self-confidence, leaving only humility and cautiousness.
Chu Butler is the middle-aged man who went to invite Liu Wei'an.
"What do you think of the teacher?" Xiao Hou Ye turned his head to look at the old man writing quietly beside him.
The old man is at least a hundred years old, his complexion is ruddy, his jaw is not, his hair is still jet black, but his pair of eyebrows have turned white~IndoMTL.com~ Self-proclaimed White Eyebrows.
Lay Baimei only started to study calligraphy at the age of eighty. The book started from Zhang Xu, and he has achieved success in ten years, forming a self-contained line. Even Mr. Long Ju admired his calligraphy, and praised him as "a river is like a dragon, and a boat travels in the sea". The calligraphy practice of the Baimei Jushi is pure entertainment and is not for sale, but occasionally there are works that flow out. A random piece of work can be sold for hundreds of thousands of gold coins. This shows that people's recognition of the Baimei Jushi.
The layman with white eyebrows will practice dozens of times in his mind before writing. Once he starts writing, he will do it in one go, like a tiger descending a mountain. There can be no pause in the middle, otherwise he won't find the feeling. So although he heard what Xiaohouye said, he didn't respond until the last word appeared on the paper.
The white-browed layman wiped the sweat on the palm of his hand with a towel. He stared at the work for three full minutes, revealing a trace of regret. The brushwork is connected, he can do it, and he can do it, but he can do it with ease. It's not a bit hot, this work is the best one he has written in the past year, but it is flawed after all. I shook my head slightly, shredded it and threw it into the trash.
"You can learn the value of the characters I wrote if you learn to read. If you don't know how to read, even if Erwang's works are in front of your eyes, it is worthless. This person, you have to find the right values."
"Thank you teacher for your advice!" Little Houye was slightly stagnant. He was also an extremely smart person. He instantly understood the meaning of the white eyebrows and bowed to the white eyebrows.
"Go ahead, don't disturb my calligraphy." The white-browed layman waved his hand impatiently.
"Yes!" Xiao Hou Ye led people back.