The county magistrate has no time to save the world

Chapter 278 Sending you off for eighteen miles, one mile and one lovesickness.

"who are you!"

Jiao Hu had a shocked look on his face, as if he was saying that I have never seen anyone who can pretend more than me.

"Who are you, the stinky beggar!"

And Liu Yushan's face was gloomy and unbelievable, he seemed to see that former enemy in his eyes.

The rough-faced man yawned, holding a flagon in one hand and his shoes in the other, standing on the ground with one bare foot, his mouth wide open showing his white teeth, as if he was showing his tonsils to the people in front of him.

"I'm your father." The rough-faced man said.

"My father is dead!" Jiao Hu said angrily.

"Oh..." The rough-faced man thought for a moment, "I am your wild father."

"You bastard, you and I look a thousand miles apart in age, how could he be my father!" Jiao Hu picked up his stick and hit the rough-faced man directly.

"Wait." Liu Yushan stopped Jiao Hu with one step, and looked at the rough-faced man with cold eyes, who is the person in front of him!

Could it be Zheng Nian?
Isn't he already dead?

Definitely dead!

Liu Yushan thought about it again and again, but he was still sure that Zheng Nian had died in the capital long ago, and his body was buried in the imperial tomb by himself, there could be no mistake!

"Your Excellency?" Liu Yushan asked.

"Does it matter who I am? The important thing is to get out of here quickly." The rough-faced man said.

"The hatred of killing one's father is unshakable! I will kill everyone here!" Jiao Hu said angrily.

The rough-faced man glanced at Jiao Hu suspiciously, "Is the hatred of killing your father irrelevant?"

"That's natural!" Jiao Hu shouted, picked up a stick and hit the rough-faced man.

The rough-faced man didn't dodge, he just stood there drinking, when the stick came, he just waved his hand lightly, a black sword-like weapon suddenly appeared in his hand, and the rough-faced man waved his arm lightly , a streak of red energy was pressing down on the strange weapon.

Jiao Hu immediately knelt down on the ground.

He didn't want to kneel, but had to kneel.

No matter the strength or momentum of this weapon, it crushed his figure in an instant!

at once!

A tyrannical coercion came from the rough-faced man in ragged clothes and smelly, and a large number of Baihua Valley disciples couldn't bear the burden, and immediately fell to their knees.

After that, the coercion gradually dissipated.

The rough-faced man took the weird weapon away from Jiao Hu's head, "A revenge for killing your father?"

"Kill...kill my father..." Jiao Hu swallowed, "I misremembered! I have already avenged my father!"

"Then what are you doing here?" the rough-faced man asked with a smile.

"Come here..." Jiao Hu knew that the person opposite him was extremely tyrannical, and he would never be able to defeat him no matter what. This move alone was already extremely terrifying and he couldn't resist it.

"Could it be that you knew I was your wild father, so you came looking for me after your biological father died?" The rough-faced man smiled.

"Yes yes yes! Exactly! What my lord father said is absolutely true!" Jiao Hu hurriedly cupped his hands.

"Hahahaha!" The rough-faced man laughed, "If that's the case, then I won't kill you."

"Thank you, Father!" Jiao Hu immediately knelt on the ground, ignoring Si Hai's stick rolling far away, and kowtowed in thanks.

The rough-faced man turned his head and looked again, "What about you?"

Liu Yushan's face turned gloomy and cold, "I'm the governor of Daqing Jinyiwei, a second-rank officer, if you dare to kill me, this Hundred Flowers Valley will be smashed to pieces at the feet of thousands of horses in an instant."

"Oh?" The rough-faced man pretended to be surprised and said, "It's so powerful."

"You stinky beggar, how dare you be so presumptuous and still not kneel and kowtow?" Liu Yushan said angrily.

"The imperial court is really a good thing to suppress people." The rough-faced man smiled, "I will go to Huaxue Tower in a month, and I hope you will be there, otherwise I will not be able to take revenge."

"Revenge? What kind of revenge!" Liu Yushan frowned.

"Avenge this punch."

As soon as the words fell, the figure of a rough-faced man suddenly appeared in front of Liu Yushan, and he punched him in the chest, and instantly flew out of the front yard of Baihua Valley.

Liu Yushan fell to the ground and looked at the rough-faced man in the courtyard in surprise, "You... you... good! Just wait for me!"

After all, he abandoned his sword and fled.

The rough-faced man shook his head, "You're still so arrogant. I thought you'd be someone after becoming a commander. It seems that I'm still too stupid."

"Yes, yes, yes! Father is really stupid!" Jiao Hu's head on the side had long been stunned by the operation show in front of him, he didn't know what he was talking about, and he just flattered along the lines of the rough-faced man .

The rough-faced man laughed, "I'm not stupid, why did I give birth to such a stupid son like you! Get out!"

"Yes yes yes!" Jiao Hu scrambled and ran out of the yard.

The rough-faced man did not forget to pick up the Sihai stick on the ground with his foot, and kicked it out of the front yard.

Seeing that the two had fled, the rough-faced man raised his head to drink again.

At this time Dong'er came over, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for saving me, senior."

"Senior?" The rough-faced man was startled, "Where is the senior? You will be Jiao Hu's aunt from now on. If he dares to come again, you will teach him how to be a good nephew."

"Hahaha... Thank you, senior, for your guidance." Dong'er had a smile on his face.

"Come on, it's time for me to pack up and get out." The rough-faced man turned around and walked towards the inner hall.

Xue Ling was quite anxious when he heard these words, but he couldn't follow back immediately, so he had to calm down the disciples in front of him first, and then hurried through the sea of ​​flowers and walked to the courtyard of Baihualou after confirming that everything was fine.

"You want to go?" Looking at the rough-faced man lying on the rocking chair, Xue Ling's face was full of disbelief and worry, "Isn't it good for me to live here? I have food and drink, and such good scented tea will prolong my life." , how much do you want to drink, how long do you want to drink, why do you want to leave?"

"A man lives between heaven and earth, how can he be depressed for a long time?" The rough-faced man took a sip of wine and said slowly.

Xue Ling couldn't hide the sadness on his face, "You... really want to leave? Are you going to Baihualou? Why are you going? It's because of the ancient dragon head and phoenix-tailed lotus? You stay here, and I will go to Baihualou to get it! "

The rough-faced man seemed to have noticed Xue Ling's expression, and said slowly, "I'll take it back."

"Don't lie to me!" Xue Ling said, "I... I have the best wine in the world, the best food in the world, and hundreds of kinds of fruits and thousands of flowers waiting for you."

"There are thousands of styles." The rough-faced man snorted and smiled.

Xue Ling blushed and bit her lip, "After you come back...will you leave?"

"When a man is born in troubled times, he should hold a three-foot sword to calm the chaos in the world." The rough-faced man said.

"Everyone says that Daqing is the rule of a prosperous age, why are you talking about a chaotic world?" Xue Ling raised his eyebrows.

"Whether it's chaotic or not, we'll know when the time comes." The rough-faced man smacked his mouth a few times and said, "If one day I'm seriously injured, I'll come back and beg you to save me."

"I..." Xue Ling hesitated, "Then I'd rather you never come back!"

The rough-faced man smiled and said nothing more.

Looking down, there were two maces wrapped in black iron.

This is the mace he asked Xue Ling to make for himself, and the gold inside is wrapped.

She wrote two lines outside the black iron sheet.

【May I be like a star king like a moon】

【Night and night stream bright and clean】

Then he looked at Xue Ling behind him.

The faint clouds and mist in her eyes slowly linger, flowing like water, pure like jade, silent and silent, the clouds pass by without traces, deep and vague, misty and flowing jade, and the fragrance of flowers.

"Such a morning, moon and evening, Soseki is used to sleeping in bed, and I really don't want to leave." The rough-faced man smiled, "This year, the pearls and hibiscus are gorgeous, like a dream, and now I wake up from the dream. Even though I have been pregnant with Mulin for a long time, I still have to wake up."

"You can't wear the clothes when you came here. I've made clothes for you. Go wash them, and I'll make up for you, okay?" Xue Ling said calmly with a flash of calm in her eyes.

"Okay." The rough-faced man walked into the room.

Xue Ling's hand fell slowly, and he looked up at the sky, with tears running down his face, "If you come back, then come back, if you have to be injured to come back, God, don't let him come back, it's not good at all, Don't make him suffer either."

That day, she went to Guigu to gather medicine and was poisoned.

It was he who sucked the toxin out of his chest mouthful.

That day was also the day when she completely fell into his heart.

Not only did he suck out her poison, he also sucked out her heart.

I don't know when the moon rises.

She personally made a dress for him, a cloak, made of silver-white gilt silk and satin, her favorite color.

She also sewed her favorite twin flowers on his chest.

He is a person who is proud of the frost and fights the snow, never afraid, and carefree.

The white horse neighed, and when he left, he didn't even look back.

She didn't know when she would see the boy again.

In her heart, he was already everything.

Except for the three feet of snow on your body, who in the world can wear white clothes.

She followed him on horseback for eighteen miles.

Send, and only send eighteen miles.

When Mu Wan, the owner of Baihua Valley, sent her farewell husband to Kunlun, she only sent her for eighteen miles.

These eighteen miles are her last hope, her principle and her last stubbornness.

"Hey!"

Xue Ling said softly.

"What's the matter?" the rough-faced man shouted, raised the jug and took another sip without looking back.

"If you don't have enough wine, remember to come back." Xue Ling said with a smile.

"Remember!" The rough-faced man galloped his horse, going farther and farther.

"Hello!" Xue Ling called again.

"What's the matter?" the rough-faced man shouted.

"I don't even know your name!" Xue Ling said.

"My name is Zheng Nian! Zheng, whose surname is Zheng, is the year of a young man!"

Xue Ling's tears flowed down, "Zheng Nian...I remember! I remember!"

"it is good!"

The boy has fallen into the snowstorm.

"I'll wait for you...to come back..." Xue Ling clasped her hands and smiled.

Sending you off for eighteen miles, one mile and one lovesickness.

(End of this chapter)