Chapter 7: Interracial
The guard also seemed to understand his situation, he didn't resent Du Jia's grandson, but what was the use, could he beat other people's grandsons? He didn't dare to make a mistake in front of that kid.
He had experienced the punch just now, the power was incomparable, and he couldn't resist it at all, and the kid's expression didn't look like he was using all his strength, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.
He felt that at the last moment, the power of this kid's punch was partially withdrawn, and he didn't dare to imagine that this was true, this was really terrible, was this still human?
Yang Zhong actually saw the appearance of the guard, he didn't really want to go to the trouble of the grandfather and grandson, when he saw his calm grandson, he always felt uncomfortable, that kid was too calm, he felt like a rabbit in front of him.
Looking at his powerful punch, he felt that Du Feng seemed to be one of those people who cultivated vitality, and few of the people present seemed to be able to resist it.
He Yang Zhong was not a big man in the first place, otherwise he would not have stayed in Luohe Town, but the scene of the guard being beaten was seen by too many people, he couldn't say anything if he didn't do anything, the guard was so loyal to him that he was beaten like this, although he was just a watchdog, but this dog was his own.
Du Ming apologized again and transferred the travel expenses to the guards, so that he reluctantly accepted it.
Although Yang Zhong was not satisfied, there was no better result than this, so he couldn't really deal with this young man who might have cultivated his vitality, right?
Although he wanted to, he didn't want to get into trouble, so he just had to do it like that, without damaging his face or people's hearts.
This matter passed like this, he and his grandfather had already embarked on the road to Yuanyuan, and they were in a delicate carriage, which was asked by grandpa to the old man surnamed Yang, saying that he would take his grandson to Yuanyuan to register for the assessment, and it had been delayed for a long time, so he could only find a new carriage.
Looking at his sleeping grandfather leaning in the car, a smile appeared on the corner of Du Feng's mouth, and the expression of that old man Yang at that time was as wonderful as that guard.
He is very curious now, what kind of place Yuanyuan is, his grandfather and parents know very little, and he can only find the answer to this matter by himself.
"Boy, are you going to Yuanyuan to sign up?" the coachman waved his horsewhip.
"Yes, do you know something about Yuanyuan?" asked Du Feng.
"I don't know much about the Yuan Courtyard, but I know a little about the ancient dynasty. The coachman smiled.
"Tell me about it. Du Feng was interested.
"The history of the ancient dynasties of the human race is very long, the short ones can be traced back to tens of thousands of years, and the long ones are millions of years. The territory controlled by the ancient dynasties was vast, and it took ordinary people to walk for months to get from one large state to another. The coachman sat on horseback and talked.
The coachman glanced at Du Feng's expression, he seemed very happy, as if to show his knowledge, he took a sip of water and continued: "Due to the difference in geographical affiliation, since ancient times, the east has belonged to the human race, and our ancestors have multiplied here. Other races live in other regions. ”
Speaking of this, the coachman paused, and Du Feng saw that he didn't speak, so he had to ask out loud: "Eh, you just said that there are other races, can you tell me what they are?"
Du Feng knows very little about this world, whether it is his life experience or something else, he needs to deepen his understanding of this area.
The coachman organized his words and spoke slowly: "The territory is roughly divided in this way, adjacent to the left of the human race is a legendary race, I don't know what it is. To the west, there is a group of people who claim to be the sons of God, and I don't know much about the south, I heard that there are the largest number of races and the most powerful, but unfortunately there have been constant disputes. ”
"There are also extremely rare races, such as the dwarves and elves, the dwarves are a group of eccentric creatures, and their crafted weapons are rumored to be excellent and rare, the latter is more mysterious and I know less. Well, that's all. The coachman opened the kettle and took a sip of water.
Du Feng digested the information obtained, and after roughly understanding, he asked curiously, "Eh, what does the son of God mean?"
"Hah, that's a bunch of arrogant fellows, and they are ashamed to say that everything in this world was created by their gods!" the coachman scoffed.
Du Feng nodded and asked about the appearance of the elf.
The coachman shook his head: "Maybe they have a way to change their shape, otherwise they can always see one or two, as for the information about the elves, I really can't find it." ”
"Don't you even hear about them?" Du Feng then asked.
"Well, that's not nothing, but the authenticity can't be verified, and if you want to listen to me, you can talk about it. As for the elves, it is rumored that they are very handsome, like quiet and peaceful, and have a natural affinity for the elements of magic, as if that is all, gone. The coachman groaned for a moment.
"By the way, do they look exactly like us?" Although Du Feng was not hopeful, he still asked.
"It's exactly the same as us, probably not, I'm not sure about that, that's all I know, you've pretty much shaken out my old bottom. The coachman couldn't answer.
"Thank you, brother. Du Feng thanked him.
He now knew that he could be the descendant of any race other than humans, after all, no one knew what the real situation was.
This gave him a lot of headaches, the world was so big that he could find it, and it was a big problem for him.
, who abandoned him, don't let him find it!
Although he didn't believe that his parents had abandoned him, he was old enough to understand something, something that didn't seem to be true.
He was abandoned by his parents, otherwise why hasn't anyone come to him until now?
For such a long ten years, if you want to find it, it will be found a long time ago, and if you can't find it, it will show the result.
When Du Feng thought of this, his heart couldn't help but darken, hoping that the result was not really what he thought, so he didn't know where to go.
He was physically stronger than his peers, not even an adult, but there was nothing that could be done about it.
"Don't you be pleased, young man?" said the coachman, flicking his whip.
"I'm fine, I'll just go in and rest. Du Feng smiled bitterly.
"Well, there's nothing in the world that can't be thought of, and everything will be fine. The coachman looked back.
Du Ming had actually woken up a long time ago, and had been listening to Du Feng and the coachman's words, and after hearing this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, knowing that Du Feng was mindful and difficult to get out.