Stealing Hook [Rebirth]

At Yangping Pass, the sound of drums was rumbling, and the fighting shook the sky, and people turned their backs on their backs.

The army of Fengling City came here full of confidence, but they didn't expect that the guard had been changed here, and they were caught off guard. However, their 20 years of military training was not in vain, and there were some masters in it, Soon the morale was raised again.

But when the soldiers of Yangping Pass gradually lost to the enemy and began to decline, 8 people from Lianjiabao rushed to attack with the soldiers of Yangping Pass from inside and outside, and quickly reversed the defeat.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes sounded again in the distance, and the generals on both sides followed the prestige, and saw a dense army of soldiers and horses coming from the junction of heaven and earth, not many in number, but menacing and extremely elite The fight between the two sides did not stop, but there was a moment of stagnation, as if they were guessing the intention and position of the people on the road.

But those men and horses did not join the battle, but stopped not far away, and one of them rode up the gentle slope first, holding up the long spear in his hand, above the red tassel that was moving in the wind, there was a bun on the tip of the spear Scattered heads with blurred faces, and then a voice full of breath shook away with internal force, hitting everyone's eardrums——

"The leader of the traitor Xie Ji is here! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

As soon as the sound came out, everyone was shocked.

The eyes of the soldiers in Fengling City were instantly bloodshot, and the angry and unwilling general shouted angrily: "Young Master is still here, let's continue to kill! We are the teachers of justice, and we will definitely be able to send today's son back to the capital!"

After the words fell, the drums sounded again, but the soldiers on the battlefield lost their momentum and almost retreated steadily.

All the officers and men of the imperial court had weird faces, and they thought to themselves: Today is a good day to sit in the capital, are these traitors crazy?

Lian Mufeng threw down his spear, and his head rolled down the hillside. He flew up from his horse and rushed towards the chaotic battlefield. After a few whistles, the rebel general who was still roaring just now was pierced by a sharp arrow in the chest, flew out from his horse, and hit the ground heavily, while the nearby standard bearer and a lieutenant general were also injured by the sharp arrow , spewing blood from the mouth.

A flag crashed to the ground, the enemy panicked, and the surviving lieutenant hurriedly ordered: "Shoot the arrow!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Pei Yuan and others who were in the melee had already jumped up, swung their knives to block the dense rain of arrows for Lian Mufeng, and Lian Mufeng raised his hand to catch a sharp arrow, stepped on the head and flew past, When approaching the lieutenant general, he lifted his foot and kicked the weapon in his hand away, and at the same time rushed over and stabbed the sharp arrow into his neck, and while he was struggling with his eyes wide open, he flew to snatch the big knife from an enemy soldier, and shot it with his backhand. The lieutenant's head was chopped off.

The surrounding enemy troops were shocked.

Lian Mufeng was surrounded by bodyguards, and as if entering a deserted place, he rushed to another flag bearer, cut off the flagpole with a knife, raised his hand to catch the fallen flagpole, and rolled the flagpole to the ground. Di's head was picked up and thrown out, and Xing Liu, who was flying over from a distance, shouted: "Go on!"

Xing Liu hurriedly raised his hand to catch it, met the big eyes of the staring head, swallowed hard, and was thinking about how to solve it, when another head flew towards him, his face changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to catch it again, Then he raised his head and watched eagerly as Lian Mufeng chopped off the heads of the enemy generals one by one and threw them at him.

Xing Liu was in a hurry, and soon embraced him: "..."

When Lian Mufeng came back, Xing Liu had already knotted his head into a string with his hair, let Lian Mufeng pick it up with a flagpole, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and vigorously wiped the blood spattered on his face.

Lian Mufeng raised the flagpole high, showed his head to the public, and shouted loudly: "All the traitors and generals will be punished, and those who surrender will not be killed!"

The enemy soldiers heard the sound and looked over, their faces were ashen, unable to resist anymore, they dropped their weapons one after another, and there was a "clang" sound all over the place.

The generals at the imperial court were stunned, and a deputy general turned his head and whispered to the people next to him: "If I go to learn Qinggong at my age, I don't know if it will be too late?"

General Yang: "Ahem..."

The lieutenants who were whispering to each other fell silent for a moment.

General Yang said: "It's time to tidy up the battlefield." Then he got off his horse and strode towards Lian Mufeng.

Lian Mufeng's face was covered with blood, his lips were tightly pressed, and his face was expressionless. Seeing General Yang approaching, he raised his hands and cupped his fists.

General Yang said with a smile: "Thanks to Lian Shaoxia today, Lianjiabao's achievements in this battle are incredible..."

"General Yang misunderstood." Lian Mufeng interrupted him, "We just drew our swords to help when we met injustice on the way of darts, and we can't call it credit. Everyone can punish the traitor, and if someone else passed by, he wouldn't just stand by and watch."

General Yang: "..."

Lian Mufeng threw the flagpole with his head on the ground: "Fengling City is still waiting for General Yang to clean it up, so I won't bother the younger generation, so let's go." Then he clasped his fists again, turned and strode away.

General Yang: "..."

Several lieutenants surrounded him, all with embarrassing expressions: "This..."

General Yang cleared his throat, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "This kid..."

Hearing his familiar tone, the lieutenants couldn't help being surprised: "General Yang, are you familiar with this Lian Shaoxia?"

General Yang shook his head and said with a smile: "Not only are we acquaintances, I and his father are good friends, we have a life-long friendship, this brat, why don't you pretend to know him!"

When the lieutenants heard this, they immediately praised him: "I heard that Lianjiapu doesn't care about fame, but seeing it today, it really deserves its reputation!"

After complimenting each other with compliments, the lieutenants began to whisper again.

"Lianjiabao's kung fu is quite good! How do they get paid? I don't know if my brat can go to Lianjiabao to learn from a teacher..."

"Oh, what you said, I think of my nephew who is only ten years old. That kid is quite talented in learning martial arts..."

"I don't even know if a young hero is married or not. My niece is just of age now..."

General Yang: "..."

The generals here discussed for a while, seeing that Lian Mufeng had organized his troops and was about to leave, so he hurriedly chased them to say goodbye, Lian Mufeng had no choice but to greet them briefly, and said: "This junior still has something urgent to do, so I have been negligent. General Haihan."

The generals laughed and said: "It's okay, it's okay..." Before they finished speaking, the dead grass raised by the horse's hoof sprinkled their faces.

Lian Mufeng took the lead and led the army away.

Generals: "..."

General Yang raised his eyebrows and muttered: "This kid has never been so impatient, I'm afraid he is really in a hurry..." As he spoke, he found that there was still one person staying where he was, and turned his gaze away, showing surprise, "Why didn't Pei Shaoxia leave?"

Pei Yuan took two steps forward, clasped his fists and said, "Junior Pei Yuan, see you generals. Master Shaobao ordered this junior to stay because of a merciless request. One son of the traitor Xie Ji escaped. This son has a vicious heart. Don't let him go If you catch it, there will be endless troubles."

General Yang was surprised: "Xie Ji actually has a son?"

"Yes, we just found out too."

General Yang immediately turned his head and said: "Quickly pick someone up for interrogation!"

Pei Yuan cupped his fists: "Thank you!"

General Yang hurriedly said, "I should thank you all."

Pei Yuan didn't speak any more, and turned his gaze to the battlefield.

*

The battlefield was already littered with corpses, and the imperial army was cleaning it up. Luan Fengming, who was peeping in the dark, was gnashing his teeth with hatred, and his confidants were also stunned, and murmured: "It's gone, it's all gone..."

After 20 years of planning, with nearly 30 soldiers and horses, the entire army was wiped out just after a war started. Now the soldiers and horses are gone, the food and grass are gone, and Xie Ji, the most important royal blood, is gone...

Thinking of Xie Ji, my confidant couldn't help but shudder.

Luan Fengming glanced at him with a sullen expression: "Who said it's all gone? Don't we still have today's day in our hands?"

The confidant hurriedly lowered his head, glanced at the emperor who was thrown aside: "Young Master said so."

Luan Fengming smiled softly, and said in a low voice: "Remember, from now on, I am just Luan Fengming, the head of Qingluan Mountain. I have never been to Fengling City, and I don't know Xie Ji."

The confidant understood what he meant, and felt a chill inexplicably.

Luan Fengming's real name is Xie Cun, and he has been using the identity of "Young Master Xie Cun" before entering and leaving Fengling City. Now that Fengling City is completely hopeless, he doesn't have to worry about being confessed, but he would rather use his biological father as a barrier Shi is also unwilling to give up his current life, obviously he has to make another plan, and the first step in making another plan is to draw a clear line with Xie Ji.

Now those who know the double identity of Luan Fengming are only a few confidantes...

Luan Fengming glanced at his confidant: "What's wrong? Didn't you hear what I said?"

The confidant was refreshed, and hurriedly said solemnly: "Yes, this subordinate understands!"

Luan Fengming didn't say anything else, seeing that the overall situation was settled, no matter how much hatred there was, it would be of no avail, so he could only leave here in a hurry with his confidants and the knocked unconscious emperor.

It was already late autumn when we returned to Yingcheng, and General Yang had returned to Beijing to return to his command.

"The rebel said that he was the prince of the late emperor, but he doesn't know if it's true or not."

"Of course it's a fake. He also said that he found the real emperor."

"Hahaha, what he picked up was the real emperor, so the one in the palace is a fake emperor? The courtiers are not stupid or blind..."

"He also said that he is a teacher of justice. This empty talk is easy to come by. I'm afraid he wants to rebel and wants to go crazy?"

"When you hit Yangping Pass, you will be defeated. The whole army will be wiped out. Rebels are rebels, and they are vulnerable!"

A failed rebellion became a topic of conversation for the people all over the world to entertain after dinner. Luan Fengming sat in the private room and listened, feeling that the whole world was laughing at him, and his face was clouded for a moment, and he broke his hand with a "snap" chopsticks.

The confidant lowered his head, not daring to say anything.

Luan Fengming got up: "Go, go back."

The confidant hurriedly picked up the emperor and took him downstairs and threw him into the carriage. During the period, the emperor woke up and was knocked out by Luan Fengming's palm. After pushing it, he made room for Luan Fengming to sit in, while he sat on the shaft outside, pulled up the reins, gave a soft shout, and drove the carriage to Qingluan Mountain not far away.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, they did not hide their tracks. The disciples on the mountain hurried down the mountain to greet them. A woman with bright eyebrows walked in the front and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Master is back!"

The confidant was also a disciple of Qingluan Mountain on the surface, called the senior sister to the woman, jumped off the carriage, turned around and opened the curtain.

Luan Fengming came out with the emperor on his back, and the disciples beside him looked at the person on his back in surprise and curiosity, the woman leaned forward and asked, "Who is this person?"

At this moment, the sky was dark, the emperor hung his head again, his face was not clear, Luan Fengming smiled and said: "I saw that he was seriously injured on the way, so I rescued him."

The woman noticed with sharp eyes that the emperor was missing a left hand, she nodded suddenly, and raised her eyes to meet Luan Fengming's gaze, her face flushed a little, and she hurriedly stepped back a few steps to look away, pretending nothing had happened.

Luan Fengming smiled gently at her: "When did you come back? Is the prince still in good health?"

The woman was stunned, she didn't know why he suddenly took the initiative to care about her today, she felt a little bit secretly happy for a moment, she hurriedly said: "I just came back yesterday, my father is in good health, please take care of the sect master."

Luan Fengming said: "Help me up, I'll carry him up."

The woman suddenly brightened her mood and smiled happily: "Okay!"