The scorching sun on the loess official road, even if it is only early April, for the long-distance travelers who have been exposed to the sun for a long time, the tea and wine banners that fly across the roadside are far more attractive than the embroidered handkerchiefs in the hands of Sister Yao.

Two hundred miles away from Chang'an, located in the Yellow River bend of the Fenglingdu, is the throat of the northwest and the Central Plains, the south to the north must pass through here, after the iron eagle hunting deer swept the world, Chang'an is hundreds of miles away and there is no one to say, Fenglingdu seems to have become the border of the rivers and lakes, go to Chang'an, whether you are a dragon or a tiger, after Fenglingdu, you have to be honest with your tail as a rough person. And from Chang'an, after Fenglingdu, you can straighten your waist in a dignified manner.

The scorching sun is hanging in the air, Fenglingdu Town is densely populated, wine shops are everywhere, and blacksmith shops with swords are clanging, there are no towering and heavy buildings like Chang'an, but only here can you experience the roughness of the northwest.

On the official road outside the town, the treasure cars and carved cars from the south to the north, whether they are businessmen and rangers, all carry swords with them, and there are not many words, only a few sounds are heard from the tea shop on the side of the road from time to time.

"Fierce son...... Homecoming? ”

On the cracked loess official road, Kou Meng was holding a pestle with a Qi Mei stick in his hand, his robe was tattered, and there were some traces of blood. The bamboo chair was still on his back, and the sweat on his body wet the scabbed wound, and the stinging feeling was very uncomfortable, but because of the pill, in addition to the pain and tiredness, he could bear it.

Hearing his mother's voice, Kou Meng turned back with a smile:

"yes, go home."

"It's good to be home......"

The voice was weak, and after a sentence it was silent again.

Kou Meng waited for a while, put down the bamboo chair on the stone on the side of the road, looked at it, and made sure that he was only asleep, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the bamboo chair again.

After taking a few steps on the hot loess official road, Kou Meng looked back at Chang'an City, which had long disappeared from view—it was clear that it would be cured immediately, but if you go back, you won't be able to live.

Although the two people who followed him didn't know when to leave, Kou Meng knew what the consequences would be if they secretly ran back.

He was short of money for medical treatment, so he went to find a suitable job, and was caught in a trap by his employer. Now there must be someone staring at the vicinity of the Rejuvenation Hall, as long as he dares to show his head, it will inevitably be the end of his mouth.

And that 'little prince', preaching the morality of the rivers and lakes, let him go for the first time, and will not let him go for the second time. Once he dies, the old lady will not live alone.

Kou Meng gasped and looked at the end of the road behind him, knowing that he couldn't go back, but he couldn't swallow this breath in his heart, he would be cured immediately!

"Let's go...... Go home...... ...... got in the way."

The old lady's voice rang out again, and behind her there was the sound of the galloping bells of the horses.

Kou Meng came back to his senses, and hurriedly moved a few steps to the side of the road with a pestle on the Qi Mei stick, but he injured his left leg on Yufeng Mountain, and he would inevitably walk unfast if he limped, even if he had tried his best to dodge, there was still a huge force coming from behind.

The horses brushed off the bamboo chairs, and Kou Meng, who was holding his seriously injured body, fell to the ground with a stumble, and the old woman fell out and rolled around.

"Mother!"

Kou Meng's face turned pale in an instant, ignoring the pain on his body and the blood oozing from under the cloth, he rushed over on his knees and crawled, dragging the old woman up.

Fortunately, there was a cushion of the bamboo chair, and the fall was not heavy, and the old woman's white hair, which had always been very neat, was a little messy, and she raised her hand:

"Mother is fine...... Don't fight......"

Smack-

A whip sounded from the official road, and the leather horsewhip was whipped on the back of the ragged man, and in an instant he pulled a hole in the already tattered cloth shirt, revealing the bloodstained wound underneath.

"Deaf? I can't hear ...... so far away."

On the official road, the black-clothed man riding a tall horse stopped in the middle of the road, holding a horsewhip with an angry face, the man had a sword and jade pendant hanging from his waist, full of luxury, and there were more than a dozen horses behind, in the middle was a middle-aged man with black and white hair, with a jade crown on his head, a moire long sword hanging on his waist, and a hooked nose on his chin, which looked quite imposing, and other travelers on the road had already avoided it.

The man with the whip saw the sloppy man kneeling on the ground and did not look back or speak, with annoyance in his eyes, "Don't get out of ...... quickly", raised his hand and whipped again.

Smack-

The wind rose suddenly, and the stick roared like a dragon.

This time, it was the whip of the eyebrow stick.

Kou Meng knelt on the ground and did not get up, holding the old woman with one hand, and swept the horse behind him with a stick in his hand.

Hearing only a crisp sound of 'click', the horse's four legs were immediately swept off, and the fierce horse screamed and fell on the loess official road. The man in black fell to the ground, his eyes could not hide his astonishment, and he ran back a few steps in a row.

More than a dozen horses in the back were all high or retreated in fear, and more than a dozen people changed color, and they drew their swords.

Although the merchant rangers on the official road were surprised by the sloppy man's skills, no one dared to stop them, and they all retreated.

The rivers and lakes are like this, if you have the ability, you will have to swallow your anger and pretend to be blind, otherwise you will not live long. Moreover, most of the Jianghu guests on the official road recognized the outfit of this group of people - the people of the Tang family in Youzhou.

The one in the middle must be Tang Jiao, the head of the Tang family who is rumored to enter Beijing to be crowned as the Ten Martial Warriors. Whether in the rivers and lakes or in the market, the Tang family in Youzhou is a behemoth, and when the tea shop chats, you can feel that the Tang family sword is not as good as the other three sword families with a long heritage, but standing in front of them, there are a few people on the rivers and lakes who dare to despise it.

The young man who fell off the horse first took a few steps back, and when he came back to his senses, his face was furious, and he drew the long sword at his waist:

"Damn, dare to hurt Lao Tzu's horse ......"

Kou Meng put the old woman back on the bamboo chair, and stood up with the Qi Mei stick, his face was almost distorted, the earthworm-like green tendons were all over his arms, and the calloused hands seemed to be able to crush the Qi Mei stick.

The young man's words came to an abrupt halt, and he took a few steps back with his sword.

"Tang Xuan, come back!"

In the horse team, Tang Jiao held the hilt of the sword and whispered to his son.

Tang Xuan held his sword, hesitated a little, spat on the ground, and returned to the horse team, drove one of the guards off his horse, and turned over.

Tang Jiao looked at the many merchants and tourists on the road ahead, was slightly silent, then lightly clamped the horse's belly and continued to move forward without squinting.

Jianghu is the place where news spreads the fastest, and people in Jianghu still want fame.

Pedal Pedal –

Several tall horses walked down the road.

Kou Meng pestle his eyebrow stick, his eyes blood-red, staring at the horse team passing in front of him, but he didn't move, because the robe at his feet was pinched by a calloused hand and couldn't move.

Pedal Pedal –

Seeing that the horse team was about to all pass, at the rear of the road, suddenly there was a horse bell and a woman's bland question:

"If you beat someone, leave, that's how your Tang family disciplines their heirs?"