"Ahh

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, followed by a short, muffled exclamation.

Gao Fengji still maintained the posture of holding the flute in both hands, but her eyes were firmly absorbed by the strange cloth bag that fell from the sky.

She saw it descend rapidly, she saw that there were people in its rattan basket, she saw it hang on the branch of the hundred-year-old pine by the blue water pool, and she saw its rattan basket turning rapidly around the trunk of the pine.

What is this? Why did it fall from the sky? Who is the man in the rattan basket?

Many question marks poured out at once, which made her shocked but full of curiosity - in her cognition, the one who can come down from the sky is either a god or a Buddha, but why is there no Buddha light and no fairy music?

In order to get a better look at the situation in the rattan basket, she even leaned out to check outside the pavilion despite the pouring rain.

Through the gap in the dense canopy of the hundred-year-old pine, Gao Fengji vaguely saw that the rattan basket had stopped, and a young man with a naked body, knotted muscles, and a strong male aura was shaking and slowly standing up, leaning over and looking at his feet.

A craze surged into Gao Fengji's pink face - from childhood to adulthood, no man dared to be naked in front of her, even if it was the upper body, didn't the master say it, don't look at it!

However, the shyness was finally defeated by curiosity, and Gao Fengji hesitated slightly, but her eyes were still firmly locked on the young man.

She saw the young man look around for a moment, then reached out and untied a brocade robe above his head, and tore it into one piece, and then twisted it into a long rope; After tying the long rope firmly to the branches of the pine, the young man bent down and picked up a little girl of seven or eight years old, and slowly slid down the long rope, sliding a distance of three or four zhang high, and then landed firmly on the ground.

Look at this scene. Gao Fengji was disappointed but even more curious in her heart - it was obvious that the three below were people and not gods and Buddhas, but this made her wonder even more, when will people be able to cross the sky like gods and Buddhas?

After letting go of the little girl, the young man turned back and climbed back to the rattan basket along the long rope. Because of the cover of the ancient tree, he didn't notice Gao Fengji staring at him on the other side at all.

"Come on...... Carrying you...... Go down. In the sound of wind and rain, an intermittent male voice came, which made Gao Fengji stunned - it was actually Mingguo's dialect!

"I'll do it myself...... Soaking wet...... Shame on you......" The crisp female voice sounded, and between the cracks in the pine tree cover, Gao Fengji saw a very beautiful little face shaking, and she suddenly felt a little irritable in her heart for some reason.

The argument didn't last long before the young man climbed onto the long rope again, and he was on his back. There's a petite girl with an octopus-like hug.

Gao Fengji was in a trance for a while, and when she came back to her senses again, the young man and the young girl were already standing side by side under the tree, the man was handsome and the woman was smiling like a flower.

What a couple!

Gao Fengji sighed lightly for some reason, shrank back into the small pavilion, and knelt lightly on the futon, and pressed her slender hand on the Jiaowei violin again, but did not pluck the strings.

A faint scent of sandalwood and deep breathing could not calm her disturbed heart. Her big beautiful eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes were shaking.

Suddenly. At the foot of the hill resounded the sound of horses' hooves and shouts, and the clashing of swords out of their sheaths, which could not even be drowned out by the sound of wind and rain.

Suddenly, Gao Fengji opened her eyes, stood up with her thin lips pursed, and shouted to the little maid who was still looking around with an umbrella.

"Yuru. Walk! Let's go down! ”

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The sound of hooves rumbled.

The horses' hooves with the big mouth of the bowl kept rising and falling on the ground of withered grass, splashing a puff of mist.

It was a team of twenty horses, galloping in the rain; The tall horses ran out of their temper, and swept over the grassland with a thick white mist; The sturdy men on horseback, all dressed in swarthy robes. Silently hurried away, and the clanging sound of blades on his waist added to the already murderous aura of this horse team.

Needless to say, this was Zhao Hai's reconnaissance brigade, which was the first to set off from the Fuliao Army, and he scattered all three squads under him, with an interval of 2 to 3 miles between each squad, and opened a search curtain in the southwest direction.

The third team running in the front was Zhao Baisui, running and running, he reached out and took off the bamboo hat on his head and put it behind his back, looked up at the rain behind the curtain that was getting smaller and smaller, and simply untied his coat, and hung it on the horse's buttocks after a hastily bundle.

Not far ahead is the end of the grassland, where the towering mountains rise from the ground, Zhao Baisui's hand is a little hard, and the horse under his crotch seems to sense the master's intentions, and the speed slows down significantly.

After a while, Zhao Baisui fell to the center of the team and walked side by side with Zhao Hai.

"Captain Zhao...... Want...... Into the mountains. Zhao Baisui stumbled in Chinese.

"Speak Korean, I can understand it." Zhao Hai responded, but his eyes kept staring at the several openings in front of him into the mountain - the terrain was so complicated, with Zhao Baisui's current Chinese level, how could he express it clearly.

Zhao Baisui's face turned red, and he gritted his teeth before he said in Korean, "Captain Zhao, there is the eastern foot of Halla Mountain in front...... From here, the first canyon is the Overtime River...... The third is the Azagawa River...... Further west is Matsukawa...... If you go up the Matsucheon River, you will reach the summit of Mt. Halla...... There are many horse bandits in this area, and most of them choose to hide in the canyon. ”

While speaking, the third team had already run to the foot of the mountain, Zhao Hai stopped his horse with a "hoo", and ordered loudly, "All dismount, rest for a quarter of an hour, and prepare to enter the mountain!" ”

After finishing speaking, he turned over and got off the horse, and he didn't care about the light rain that stopped and fell from time to time, found a big stone and wiped it, then took out a map drawn on the cloth from his arms and spread it out, beckoned to Zhao Baisui and said, "Come on...... Do you see this is the Extra Time River? …… Hmm, this is the Azagawa? ……”

Zhao Baisui came up, pointing and confirming on the map from time to time, and it took Zhao Hai a long time to figure out the direction of the mountains and rivers at the eastern foot of Halla Mountain.

After figuring out the shape, Zhao Hai called Bi Laozhuan over and asked him to immediately send someone to the north to gather the first and second teams, and at the same time send someone to guide the follow-up Liu Zhongwen.

After the arrangement, Zhao Hai told Bi Lao to say, "Leave a few brothers and build a connection point here...... After our reconnaissance team gathered, we went to overtime first, and then searched along several canyons...... I'm still following your team and searching for the Anzagawa. ”

After the arrangement, Zhao Hai stared at the vast mountains, and the hexagram of Song Xian Cebu before departure echoed in his mind.

"Let not be alarmed, my lord's life is not in danger...... This hexagram seems to be dangerous, but it is really lucky! (To be continued.) )