As a result, Yang Fan's identity in the army became the idle "Mr. Eight", and the sergeants thought he was Yang Wen's staff.

So Mr. Eight's first long march in his life was so relaxed that it was extremely boring.

The town of the rampart is still a hundred miles away from the desert, passing through two towns. Yang Wen spoke and stopped at Bichang Town in front.

The sergeants all knew why Yang Wen stayed, but Yang Fan didn't know.

Yang Fan doesn't delve into it, he has his own stories and past events every day, not to mention that he has no interest in Yang Wen's affairs.

Yang Fan was resting in the camp arranged for him by his eldest brother, reading and writing, and when he was passing the time, a soldier came to report.

"Mr. Eight, Master Hou asked me to tell you that there is a must in Bichang Town, and ask Mr. Eight if he is interested in going with him?"

The so-called "one unique" is generally a very unique thing, Yang Fan asked with more interest: "That one?"

"This ...... The desert border, eating and drinking endlessly, is naturally in the beauty. ”

"Oh, tell me. ”

"Bichang Town has gathered a large number of desert resources, and there are many desert women in the town's flower buildings, and there are even descendants of the Demon Sect. When Hou Ye meant, as long as the soldiers in the army have rich pockets, they can take a half-day off to have some fun. Hey, hey!" the soldier chuckled weirdly.

Yang Fan smiled: "Don't be nervous, I'll just ask casually." You go and talk to Master Hou, just say that I won't go, and make him happier. ”

"Yes. The soldier nodded wryly.

The soldier was just about to go out, but Yang Fan stopped him again and said, "Wait." ”

"Mr. Eight, if there is anything else, please command. ”

"After you told the champion, do you still have important things to do?"

The soldier said respectfully: "The humble post is just a small sentinel, so why do you want to do anything." ”

Yang Fan frowned and said, "Okay, after you tell Master Hou, come to me, I have orders." ”

A look of joy suddenly appeared on the soldier's face. Although no one in the sergeant knew the identity of Mr. Eight, whether it was Mr. Eight's own temperament or the attitude of the champion Hou towards Mr. Eight, the sergeants guessed that this Mr. Eight must be a figure. The little soldier is just an insignificant role, and it is already a great thing to be able to ask Mr. Eight for the champion Hou, and now he is directly ordered by Mr. Eight, which is really an honor that many people can't ask for, where is the reason why the little soldier is not excited. So he hurriedly nodded to Yang Fan, and said seriously and seriously: "Let Mr. Eight send you." ”

"It's not a send. Yang Fan waved his hand very casually, walked to the side of the tent, and said, "That is, let you take me to visit Bichang Town." Since you came, you won't always stay in the barracks. ”

The little soldier didn't expect it to be such an idle task, and immediately agreed happily.

"I have come with Master Hou once before, and I will not let Mr. Eight down. ”

"Then there's work. ”

"Mr. Eight is so polite!"

"What's your name?"

"Mr. Hui Ba, my name is Yao Zhou. ”

"I see that you are honest and honest, so let me go. ”

"Mr. Xie Ba!"

Bichang Town is a small town, and it is on the edge of the desert, so it should be a wild town. But when Yang Fan entered the center of the town, he deeply felt that this town was more prosperous than many inland towns.

The so-called prosperity is not the prosperity of construction and area, but the development of the economy.

There is a lot of traffic, and there are four or five storey inns.

Although Yao Zhou didn't say it, Yang Fan also knew from the cryptic conversation that those luxurious inns were basically places for fun.

Under the guidance of Yao Zhou, Yang Fan had a general understanding of Bichang Town and visited many places.

As evening approached, the two encountered a jam on the way back, and there was a large crowd in front of them, apparently something had happened.

"Yao Zhou, go over and take a look. ”

"Yes. ”

Yang Fan did not rush into the crowd, and worked as a young master in the Guogong Mansion for a while, he did not improve his morale, but understood the matching of identity and words and deeds. Even if his identity is not announced in the army now, he is Mr. Eight anyway. Then he should have words and deeds that match his identity. For such a thing as watching the excitement and probing for intelligence, it is natural to tell the little guy to do it.

After a long time, the little servant Yao Zhou came over to report: "Mr. Eight, there is a dispute ahead. ”

"Something. ”

"I heard that it was a female thief who was caught stealing. ”

"Female thief?"

"Could it be someone from the Desert Demon Sect?"

"I don't know what this lowly position is. ”

"Go check it out. ”

With Yao Zhou's help, Yang Fan came to the front of the crowd.

Yang Fan looked at the woman.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, you can't leave Yang Fan's eyes as soon as you look at it. Because he clearly saw that this woman's appearance was exactly the same as that of an old acquaintance.

That old acquaintance.

It's-

Long Min!

Although Yang Fan recognized Long Min at a glance, he was still dumbfounded when he saw Long Min's appearance at this time.

Because he really couldn't imagine that the person who was lying on the ground at this time, dirty and dusty, was actually the young handsome man of the Long family in Sucheng, Long Min, who was stronger than all men.

In the past, Long Min was in good shape because he was good at dancing, his eyes were full of heroism, although he was a man's character, he especially loved to dress up. A long braid of twisted flowers is encrusted with colorful gemstones. But look at the gems now, where are the gems, even the braids are extremely rough.

Maybe it was out of friendship, maybe it was out of sympathy, Yang Fan's heart actually felt an inexplicable pain.

"Who proved that she stole something? What did she steal?"

Yang Fan took a few steps towards Long Min, looked around, and asked loudly.

Yang Fan's clothes are very simple, but they are precious silk, although there are not many people in the town who know high-end goods, but the expensive clothes can bring out the noble temperament of the wearer. Therefore, everyone was a little inexplicably wary of Yang Fan, a young man, and did not dare to shout at him casually.

At this time, an old man said, "She stole my steamed buns." ”

Yang Fan glanced at the old man and saw that he was facing the honest, but there was an ugly old woman standing next to him, and the old woman looked like a snarky person.

Yang Fan said: "How much is a steamed bun." This woman is young, and she is not the kind of person who steals. If you weren't hungry to a certain extent and had no money on you, how could you ask for a few steamed buns? But you, who have no mercy at all, don't know how to save people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter? Not to mention shouting on the street to take away people's dignity, which is really hateful. ”。

The righteousness of Yang Fan's words was awe-inspiring, and his sharp eyes never left the old man, and the old man lowered his head when Yang Fan said, and he didn't dare to look at Yang Fan again.

"Who are you? He didn't steal from you, so what does it matter to you?" said the woman, dissatisfied.