In the distance, the blood flag army lined up in an orderly square formation and was gradually walking towards the government office from the intersection of the street. On the government office, Cui Jun was easily knocked to the ground by the man who looked like a tower beside Tan Zong.

Han Yishen didn't care about the man's kung fu at all. Cui Jun was originally a fool who climbed up with his uncle. He was caught by someone in a few seconds. The Blood Flag Army, who entered the city to patrol in the name of being familiar with Nanjing City Gate Road, was his real trick!

"My father, you should be satisfied with the prince this time, right?" Han Shijing secretly glanced at the Blood Flag Army formation coming from afar, and felt dazed. He quickly lowered his head and added tea to his father in fear and fear. He took a few steps back, but he didn't dare to sit, so he could only stand a few steps away from Han Yishen.

This place is neither too far from "Master Father" or not close. It will neither disturb the "father"'s elegance nor cannot hear his father's question because the distance is too far.

"Haha, what else can he be dissatisfied with for his father!" Han Yishen's words were implicit, but the proud look on his face was not covered at all. His eyes narrowed slightly, and Han Yishen kept stroking his long beard with his right hand, which showed a bit of a wise demeanor.

"What my father said," Han Shijing quickly answered, and then said carefully: "It just wanted to ask the Blood Flag Army to take action, it seems..." Seeing that a hint of displeasure suddenly appeared on his father's face, Han Shijing hurriedly stopped talking.

Although Han Shijing, who was already thirty years old, was the eldest son of the family, because he had not even passed the imperial examination and had only won the title of a scholar Tongsheng, he was never loved by his father. It was just because of his eldest son that Han Yishen always mentioned him so that he would not ruin the Han family in a hundred years.

But Han Yishen is a bit disgusted with his eldest son. It’s not because of anything else, but because he just thinks that this son is careful in his work, his mind is dull, and he is even more reluctant to bet on capital, so he is at most a successful role.

Fortunately, the eldest son is quite loyal and honest. Although he is careful and procrastinating in his work, he will not make any mistakes. So this time he went to invite the Blood Flag Army, Han Yishen sent the eldest son.

"You are really confused!" Han Yishen slapped the wooden stick in his hand, then lifted it up and pointed it at his son, and said, "You only see how much money our family spent and how many livestock we sent out, but I don't know how much our Han family has got!"

"Isn't it just asking for the second general Zhao to send out the second troops..." Han Shijing couldn't help but mutter. Thinking of the wealth and livestock he sent to the Blood Flag Army camp, he still felt extremely painful after all. It was a waste of 1,000 taels of silver! Even those twenty pigs and two cows were considered an amazing fortune, and they were probably worth three or four hundred taels of silver.

"Send soldiers and send soldiers, you can only send soldiers!" Han Yishen couldn't help but knock on his son's head with a wooden stick. Seeing that his son wanted to use his hands to touch him, he immediately opened his hands with a stick, which seemed like a teacher in a private school teaching a disobedient student a lesson.

"Let's not say that if Tan Zong dies this time, you can get your sister into the Wang family. It's a great thing to say that it's so great to be able to get on the line of the Blood Flag Army. You're so easy to get on the line of the Blood Flag Army? Is it really easy to get on the line of the Blood Flag Army? This is because your father asked the prefect's master's calligraphy. In addition, your father found out that the Blood Flag Army was short of money and money, which led to such a good thing. Otherwise, this good thing would have happened to our Han family, and I'm afraid that it would have been stolen by other families in the city!"

"Dad!" Han Shijing was so beaten by her father that she was too lazy to observe the complicated etiquette. She couldn't say that she could just start a vernacular verbal speech: "Wang Dong is lustful. Who doesn't know that he has raised many singers in other courtyards to offer her lustful pleasure. I'm afraid that her sister would be sad to live a good life after marrying her. Moreover, Wang Dong is just too lazy to even look at our Han family on weekdays. If it weren't for your request to you this time, he wouldn't even bother to see the girl, let alone the big thing of getting married with her sister. Besides, you have been having a marriage with the prefect Wang for two years, so how could you ever have a sure letter? The prefect didn't use her sister as an excuse for being young. But my sister is eighteen, and if she doesn't get married next year, I'm afraid she will be laughed at by other families!"

"Fuck! You...you...you...you...you are going to piss you to death, aren't you?" Han Yishen was blushed by his son's call, and he couldn't speak to refute him, so he had to hold a wooden stick and chase the fool's eldest son to vent his resentment.

How could he not know what his son said? It’s just that the Han family seems to be in Nanjing now, but it’s all because of his identity as a staff member of the royal family. Otherwise, let alone these industries in the family, even the second son’s official body would not have thought of touching the traces.

Although he is just a ninth-rank chief, he is still a powerful figure in the yamen. He holds the tax control power of the entire Nanjing city. Except for the Wang family and the Baili family, which is unknown to the depth of the city, no shop can respect him and the Han family!

However, the more this happens, the more Han Yishen knew the importance of the Wang family to the Han family. If Han Yishen waited for him a hundred years, the Wang and Han families lost their only connection, they would probably all their favors would disappear with the smoke and clouds. Even though Wang Ren was thinking about Han Yishen's hard work and could not bear to rub his second son's official body, he could not escape when transferred to a nearby department. Such an important position would only be dared to hand it over to his confidant. It would be very difficult for others to sit in this position.

Therefore, for the future glory of the Han family in Nanjing, he would not frown even if he wanted to marry a daughter.

But Han Yishen was too lazy to talk to his honest and dull eldest son. However, his second son, who was already familiar with the officialdom, had figured out a lot of things, and he could share his worries with him.

After chasing this small room for a while, he also beat his eldest son several times. However, Han Yishen's anger gradually faded. He pointed at his stupid son who was protecting his head with his hands. Han Yishen was thirsty and drank the tea in a sip.

At this time, it was when Hu Laosan got angry, and Han Yishen pointed Hu Laosan and said, "What a pity this hero. If there is this person to guard our house, I'm afraid there is no need to worry about anyone coming to our house to cause trouble."

"If my father wants to do it, he will ask his second brother to go to the prison to catch this person after this matter." Han Shijing was so scared that she was beaten by "I'm going to use a man's words again, "I'm afraid that this person can't help but beat him. Don't be killed by that general later."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yue Feiyun jumped towards Hu Laosan.

"Hmph!" Han Yishen ignored his son and just looked at Tan Zong who was shouting with his throat. Hearing that Tan Zong actually mentioned the Blood Flag Army, Han Yishen sneered: "What a boy who doesn't know the depth. How could the Blood Flag Army be said by you just Ya Yuan? I'm afraid that if you don't need me to take action this time, you will be cut into pieces by the Blood Flag Army!"

Yue Feiyun was indeed extraordinary. With this move, Tan Zong saw that this man was different from those soldiers. Not only was the terrifying murderous aura, but the rapid change between quiet and moving, it was obvious that this man's martial arts were probably not inferior to that of Hu Laosan.

Tan Zong couldn't help but think of two words: It's as fast as the wind, and its momentum is as strong as the tiger!

Although Yue Feiyun's move did not cause the change of color, it also surprised everyone onlookers. He took three or four steps away from nearly ten meters. Every time he took a step, the surface of the ground was trembling slightly. Even the strong bluestone slab could not withstand Yue Feiyun's force. Every step was stomping, causing stone fragments to splash.

How could Hu Laosan know about Yue Feiyun's movement?

Just when Yue Feiyun took the first step, Hu Laosan shouted loudly, grabbed the man in front of him who had been fighting hard with him, and had even suffered from the heart and severely injured, and threw it out with a scream.

As soon as this man was thrown away, the shaky formation that had been suppressed by Hu Laosan was immediately broken. The soldiers of the Blood Flag Army were unable to maintain their camp and all fell to the ground. The back row was better, and those who were close to Hu Laosan were vomiting blood, and it was obvious that they had suffered heavy injuries just now.

When Yue Feiyun took the second step, Hu Laosan's arms shook, and there was only a crackling sound. Tan Zong felt that Hu Laosan seemed to have suddenly become taller.

When Yue Feiyun took the third step, Hu Laosan had turned around, his expression was not as relaxed as before, but he did not look nervous at all, but he was just calm. Obviously, Yue Feiyun's short steps had already brought him great pressure.

When Yue Feiyun took the fourth step, the distance between the two had been shortened to two meters, but anyone could tell the opponent's level with his hand.

But Hu Laosan moved at this time.

The only thing that Hu Laosan shouted: "Treat for death!" Then he took a step forward and his right iron fist suddenly shot out. A strong gust suddenly rolled between the two, but it also made Tan Zong's clothes in the distance blew up.

However, Yue Feiyun avoided Hu Laosan's edge and flashed lightly, and quickly passed by Hu Laosan. He stepped on the blood flag soldiers continuously, but no trace left, which was completely inconsistent with the stone bricks just now.

"But it's agreed to be a test of weapons!"

Hearing Yue Feiyun suddenly mentioned this earlier proposal, Hu Laosan was stunned at first, and then laughed and said, "It's so wonderful!" However, Hu Laosan did not cherish the blood flag soldiers who were still lying on the ground like Yue Feiyun, and just stepped on them with his feet. Although Hu Laosan's pace was unstable due to different heights, he was not slower than Yue Feiyun, and was only behind several positions.

However, those soldiers who could not dodge as long as he was trampled on were suffering from bad luck for eight lifetimes, and they were all trampled on by him and vomited blood.

The carriage carrying weapons mentioned by Hu Laosan was just behind the Blood Flag Army's army. So just a few steps passed, and the two stood there. Yue Feiyun arrived early, but he chose a thick modao first. Before Hu Laosan chose the weapon, he waved his sword and slashed at Hu Laosan with the sound of whimpering wind.

The knife was extremely sudden, and even the onlookers couldn't help but say "ah". Obviously, they didn't expect that Yue Feiyun, who was still as humble as a gentleman just now, would take advantage of others' danger and ignore his own face.

Unexpectedly, Hu Laosan seemed to have expected Yue Feiyun to be like this, and even more so, he seemed to have a pair of eyes on his back, so he avoided Yue Feiyun's blade when he was unable to escape.

Seeing that he had never made any achievements in one move, Yue Feiyun didn't wait for his move to use it. He seemed to be stomping around Hu Laosan, but it was one meter away from Hu Laosan. The sword with a blade as long as the length of the elbow was even more airtight. The blade lights flashed like starlight around Hu Laosan.

At this point, Hu Laosan, who had no choice but to turn around, was forced to dodge and move within a square inch of rice in the back of the carriage, but the surrounding space was completely locked by Yue Feiyun, and it was difficult to break out.

Seeing that he had already suppressed Hu Laosan, Yue Feiyun used force on his hand and danced the heavy Modao, weighing dozens of kilograms, even more urgently, so he could not even pour rain into it.

Seeing that the place where he could dodge was getting smaller and smaller, Hu Laosan finally calmed down his mind of finding a suitable weapon. He casually pulled out the piles of weapons with his backhand, and without even looking at it, he slashed against the sword in Yue Feiyun's hand.

As soon as he took action, Hu Laosan felt something was wrong - the weapon in his hand was too light, so how could he fight over the Modao in Yue Feiyun's hand!

When the weapon collided with Mo Dao, Hu Laosan saw clearly that the sword in his hand was a scholar who came from nowhere.

Such things are just swords that scholars who love martial arts use to decorate their shops, so how can they fight with Mo Dao? Almost without any delay, Mo Dao has cut the long sword into two pieces with one sword.
Chapter completed!