Chapter 1716 Kill, Practice

"It looks like you have enough food and clothing, and you don't have back pain when you stand and talk, get out!"

"Yes, hurry up! Don't think that you can do whatever you want if you have money, if you don't go away, you will be killed!"

"...Why don't you eat minced meat! Shameless!"

Amidst the rude shouting and cursing came a more elegant one. Feng Ping took a look, but he was a strong man.

A strong man who sells pork.

"What are you looking at? Let me beat you to death!"

Feng Ping nodded, then walked into the alley, staggering.

"Pooh!"

The big man who said the elegant words just now poohed at his back, then gave the two idle men who were trimming the pig's intestines a wink, and the two followed in.

The peddlers on the side saw this scene, all curled their lips, and no one cared.

It's the Chinese New Year, and everyone wants to make a fortune...

...

Feng Ping didn't know where he wanted to go, he didn't want to go home, and he didn't want his family to see him when he failed in embarrassment.

Walking forward, squeezed out of the crowd, gradually there is no one in front.

Empty, just like Feng Ping's heart right now.

"Xiaomin is concerned about filling his stomach and earning more money, but I have become a meat eater...official, whose fault is this?"

In the cold weather, moss can still be seen tenaciously in the gaps between the walls on both sides.

"They must be talking about me as a dog..."

Feng Ping let out a breath, slapped the wall hard, and then saw two men behind him.

The short blade had been sharpened, and it was probably used to cut pork by the way, so it could smell a fishy smell of flesh and blood.

"Get the money out!"

A man put a knife on Feng Ping's neck, and another man reached out and groped Feng Ping's body.

"I have no money….."

Feng Ping stared blankly at the man with the knife and said, there was no physical reaction of fear.

"What's this?"

The man who searched took out a piece of jade pendant, slapped Feng Ping with a happy face, and said joyfully, "I asked someone to smooth it out and sell it! It's been a good year."

Feng Ping looked at the jade pendant, his dull eyes moved a bit, then he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

"Ha... poof!"

The stagnation of several days seemed to be spit out by this blow, Feng Ping couldn't help laughing.

The man with the knife stretched out his hand to touch his face, and when he looked closer, he retched immediately, and then his brain got hot, and he pulled his right hand.

"laugh!"

The short blade is very sharp, and it easily cut the neck. Under high pressure, red splashes...

Feng Ping rubbed his neck, looked closer, and sighed, "Blood..."

His body turned around unsteadily, and his footsteps were still staggering forward...

Blood continued to splash from his neck...

The man who made the move looked at the short blade in his hand, then at the companion who turned and ran out, and murmured: "I didn't intend to kill him..."

"Plop!"

Feng Ping in front fell down, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and his breath was weak.

"...Being an official...isn't it...isn't it like this...is this...hey..."

The hurried footsteps were getting closer, Feng Ping tried his best to open his eyes, and saw the man running past him, he couldn't help smiling slightly, and then his breath gradually disappeared...

This is Peking!

where can you run

...

"Who is going?"

"I don't know, His Majesty just got angry. We said at the time that we could mobilize the Xuan Mansion's troops to wipe them out, but His Majesty did not agree."

Zhang Fu was studying the Tao Te Ching recently, he closed the book, saw Fang Xing sitting cross-legged on the futon, and said, "I can't go, Zhu Yong is too impulsive, and he can't be alone. I said it."

Fang Xing picked up a book from the table and flipped through it, and asked, "Brother, do you want to be in the capital?"

Zhang Fu nodded, "Although there is Meng Ying in the Governor's Mansion, His Majesty still has some concerns about the guards, if no one suppresses it, he probably won't be able to sleep well at night.

"

"Xinghe City..." Fang Xing shook his head and said with a smile, "I, Uncle Xinghe, have gained a reputation. Finally, it is no longer Xinghe Fort."

"You want to go?"

Zhang Fu asked.

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "I don't want to go unless His Majesty is in good health."

Zhang Fu lowered his eyes and said: "The Ministry of War mobilizes troops, with Jin Zhong here, who dares to be a traitor?"

"But Jin Zhong's health is also failing. If it wasn't for helping His Majesty through this period of time, he would have gone home a long time ago...waiting."

The word "wait for death" was too difficult, Fang Xing couldn't say it.

The two were relatively speechless, only feeling that there was a black cloud over the capital, and they didn't know when it would land.

"Your Majesty is very confident, but you know, people always have confidence in themselves..."

Fang Xing didn't use his hands, as soon as he moved his crossed legs, he stood up.

"I have to go to Jubaoshanwei to see those brothers."

"Go ahead."

Zhang Fu watched Fang Xing go out in a lonely way. Don't let the cold wind blow in. He looked at the book in his hand, and felt that time was flowing non-stop on the book...

"Come on, prepare your horse!"

...

In the military camp, when Fang woke up, the camp was having lunch.

Remnants of cooking smoke rose in the air above the camp, and it seemed that the weather was likely to snow.

Fang Xing's arrival was considered an accident, and he, Lin Qun'an, Wang He, and several Qianhu officials found a place to have dinner.

"Uncle, the brothers are getting lazy, I can't hold back!"

Lin Qun'an complained: "The lower officials also want to suppress, but for some reason, they can't cheer up. The drill looks good, but we all know that if you lose your energy, it's just empty air, so worrying!"

Fang Xing put a piece of pork belly into his mouth, chewed it a few times before swallowing it, and cursed: "Made! The cook didn't even clean the hair."

A group of people gathered around an iron stove, and they all ate one dish—a large pot of cabbage and fried meat.

"Uncle, I see that this is the late emperor, and everyone will feel that there will be no future."

Fang Xing nodded appreciatively to Zhang Fengdu, and said, "That's right, the late emperor is gone, even I can't cheer up, but..."

"My lord, is meat charming?"

Several thousand household officials all looked at Fang Xing with piercing eyes. In the past, they would fight for the meat, but now even the most cunning Wang He stopped eating.

Fang Xing nodded, "Meimei is ambitious. They are expanding and growing stronger, and the Harlei people are supplements. They are looking wildly. The Taixi people in the west are probably more willing to see Roumei and Daming fight, so that they can Sit back and reap the benefits..."

"Uncle, the mission from Roumi Country should still be on the way, why don't we go and intercept them and kill them all."

Sun Huanshan sniffed, and then said: "Anyway, they are enemies, let's kill them. It may be a long time before Roumiguo gets the news, and then we will say we don't know what's going on."

"soldier of fortune!"

Fang Xing picked out a thin slice, and mixed it with cabbage to eat a mouthful of rice.

Sun Huanshan grinned, Gu Panzixiong said: "Let's pretend to be horse bandits and give them a night raid. Who would know? If you ask, you will say that Harlie's rebels are everywhere."

After eating, Fang Xing summoned people to give a lecture.

The school field was full of people, and the five large squares looked neatly arranged, and even the military posture of the artillerymen could not be faulted.

"No murderous intent! Are you useless?"

Fang Xing frowned and looked at these subordinates, and said: "You used to fight north and south, and you were invincible, but now you are decadent."

The school field was quiet, Fang Xing was a little disappointed, he hoped that someone would come out to refute it, that would prove that his subordinates were still bloody.

"Take it off!"

These are veterans, and it is very difficult to inspire their fighting spirit without going to war.

Fang Xing gave an order, and he was the first to excuse himself.

The soldiers below hesitated for a moment, then undressed silently.

The thousand household officials behind Fang Xing were also taking off. The weather was very cold, Wang He saw that all they had taken off was a pair of shorts, so he shuddered and said, "We don't need to take it off, do we?"

But when Fang Xing looked over, Wang He muttered and undressed, and after a while, a white and tender body appeared in everyone's eyes.

"start running!"

Fang Xing was the first to run, and the five large formations followed closely behind in silence.

cold!

Fang Xing only felt as if someone was pricking his skin with steel needles.

If you don't want to be cold, you can't stop.

The mist breathed out by more than 5,000 people was spectacular, and the heavy footsteps beat the ground.

Running like this, I don't know how many laps, Fang Xing is no longer cold, but hot.

The intensity of his drills at home was not as strong as these soldiers, so his breathing became more and more short and his steps became more and more heavy.

Wang He followed closely behind him, feeling somewhat helpless.

He wants to give up, but he knows the rules in the army, unless you get down, quitting is cowardly.

And a cowardly supervising army naturally couldn't convince the crowd, so Wang He gritted his teeth and persisted.

When his lungs were burning and his breathing felt like a bellows, Wang He was in despair, he couldn't run anymore...