After leaving Harbin, Feng did not return to City A, he wanted to be alone and quiet, too many killings and sacrifices made him a little confused, not only questioning his beliefs, but also questioning the so-called justice. Feng has always believed that justice is the guarantee of the weak, but the law of the jungle is also a law, which is more applicable to the strong. There is nothing wrong with the strong themselves, and there is nothing wrong with the law, so what is wrong? Could it be me?

Kaede couldn't think of this qiē, so he chose to leave, drifting all the way down the long railroad tracks, the weather was getting colder and colder, and the snow could no longer see the signs of melting. It wasn't until Songtao interrupted Feng's meditation that he suddenly realized that he had arrived at the Great Xing'an Mountains.

The cold of the Far North is not the same as the harsh winter in North China, the low temperature can not only keep the ice and snow from melting, but also calm the irritability in people's hearts, the sound of the waves, the faint fragrance of pine, the occasional returning birds, the sunset is extraordinarily magnificent, and the heart of the maple that was originally difficult to let go of is also quiet, sitting quietly on the side of the road, enjoying a moment of harmony with his eyes closed.

After listening to this, Song Taofeng remembered the demon knife Ji Haifeng who had a relationship a few months ago, and the deer knife was still in his sleeve, since he had to go to this extreme northern place to have a look at Ji Haifeng, he lived in the forest of Laojingou. I wonder how this peerless martial artist who has overcome the demons is doing now?

The old gold ditch is also known as the rouge ditch. It is 14 km long and is a tributary of the Emur River and is famous for its abundance of gold. Rouge ditch has a history of more than 100 years since it was discovered, and the sand here has been sifted and washed dozens of times, but gold can still be found today, which shows the abundance of gold reserves here. Laojingou is not only a treasure land for gold diggers, but also an excellent forest farm, just in a small village, Feng inquired about Ji Haifeng's whereabouts.

"You must be talking about our living mountain god, it is said that it is in the mountains over there, but usually no one has passed, there used to be a gold mine, but then it was scrapped." The one who spoke was an old man in his early fifties, who looked like a person who had lived in the forest all his life, and his whole body was full of a bold and upright person who belonged to the old Jingou people, like an old pine tree that rushed to the sky, neither humble nor arrogant, and did not fall in the wind.

"What do you call him the god of the mountains?" Feng asked curiously, Ji Haifeng is not a fairy wind bone, let alone unpredictable. The Ji Haifeng he described is still pertinent, more than seventy years old, with a ruthless spirit, walking like the wind, and being good at using knives. Although Ji Haifeng is known as a sealing knife, he also uses a knife to live in the forest farm.

"Eh, that's a fairy-like figure, and I've seen the living mountain god cut off a small arm-thick pine tree with a branch that he broke off casually! Where do ordinary people have such a ability, every time they come and go without a trace, and the kung fu people are gone in the blink of an eye, what is this not a mountain god? But he still said that he was an ordinary person, and I had never seen such an unusual ordinary person in my fifties. "When the old man mentioned the living mountain god, he was full of admiration.

Don't blame the people in the village for mythologizing Ji Haifeng, since a city one, "Thank you, uncle, I'm his friend, and I'm about to go into the mountains to find him." Feng smiled and bowed slightly, the old man in front of him was already stunned, "What are you talking about, you are a friend of Uncle Mountain God?" Aren't you also a god? Feng smiled and said: "Where are the immortals, we are all ordinary people, it's not too early, I have to go into the mountain, goodbye uncle." After speaking, he walked in the direction that the old man pointed to, holding the deer knife in his hand, he believed that Ji Haifeng could feel this familiar knife qi, even if it was an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts while holding the knife.

Abandoned mine pits can be seen everywhere in the old gold ditch, the road pointed by the old man is already a vein that was abandoned a hundred years ago, few people enter it on weekdays, the forest is surprisingly quiet, and the sound of "squeaking" on the snow is particularly obvious. Kaede looked around for Ji Haifeng's traces, it was lunch time, and it would be great if there was a smoke to guide the way. Unfortunately, the dense pine forest obscured Kaede's vision, and apart from the clouds in the sky and the snow on the ground, all that was left was the dancing pine waves.

Kaede was not in a hurry at all, walking slowly and leisurely, looking up at the sky from time to time, the air here was really good, and Kaede, who had lived in the city for a long time, felt very satisfied. A thin figure just blocked in front of Kaede, the fierce murderous aura was like an unsheathed treasure knife, and the deer knife in Feng's hand actually resonated, and there was a loud sound.

"Wouldn't it be nice to have friends from afar?" Kaede smiled and handed over the deer knife in his hand, "Sure enough, this knife is still close to you, and I can barely hold it in my hand." The faint power of breaking free from the deer knife told Sù Feng that the person in front of him was Ji Haifeng.

"Just swinging around the forest with a knife, and I'm not afraid of running into robbers or anything." As soon as Ji Haifeng spoke, the oncoming coercion disappeared silently, "Come on, I sensed the breath of the demon knife from a distance, and now I have scalded the wine, and I have roasted two snow rabbits, just waiting for you." Ji Haifeng's voice was unchanging and hoarse, but it was far different from the life-and-death struggle of the last time they met, and the current Ji Haifeng style was friendly.

The wine is an authentic sorghum roast, and the line of fire burns from the throat to the heart, and the snow rabbit meat is burnt and fragrant, smeared with shochu and salt, and it also has a taste. Feng carefully looked at this simple wooden house, this is Ji Haifeng's home, there is a row of plum blossom piles on the ground, a simple wooden bed, a waist-thick tree stump is a stool, the table is neatly made, there are a few pieces of rice paper on it, and the ink that has not dried is the four big characters of "Scenery and Moon".

Ji Haifeng finished drinking a glass of wine by himself, put down the cup in his hand and rubbed the deer knife, and was silent for a long time before he spoke: "Mr. Liang has already been defeated?" He believed that Feng was not here to ask for help, since Dai Junchou dared to go to the northeast and the north alone, then the Liang family must have been defeated.

Feng was surprised by Ji Haifeng smiled with satisfaction, and touched a glass of wine with Feng again, "If the Liang family is still in the northeast, how dare your brothers let you be alone in danger?" "Ji Haifeng is a peerless martial artist, he has already abandoned the sword to cross the catastrophe, he already has the ability to perceive people's hearts, and the sadness in Feng's smile has given him a lot of information." Got something on your mind? He probably guessed that this battle was fierce, and the casualties were probably very heavy, could it be that the kid from the King Kong Sect died? Could it be that the lightning marten guy actually made a move?