The geographical location of Wufo Mountain is complex, with strange mountains and strange rocks, and steep giant peaks.

On a path covered by trees and weeds, Feng Wu walked quite hard, holding a long sword in his hand as he walked, splitting the branches and thorns that blocked the way.

Walking to a slope, Feng Wu stopped, looked at the more steep mountains in the distance, and said, "Hey I said...... Cough...... That, what General Ben means is, if you follow your path, you can really get to Thirty-three Village? ”

Feng Zhu didn't know where to find a feather fan, Feng Ya waved it, and glanced at Feng Wu secretly with a calm and relaxed attitude - no matter how bad the climate is, no wonder the prince wants me to come over to help you.

Feng Wu scratched twice in his heart as if he had a claw-wool, he is not really Yan Hui, can you blame him for occasionally forgetting Yan Hui's way of speaking?

"Yes, I'm sure, I've been in Thirty-Three Villages for three months before I finally found the only way." The person who spoke turned his head, an ordinary face, only a pair of eyes that were black and shining, revealing an invisible and sharp edge.

Feng Wu stuck the sword on the ground, propped his hands on it, his eyes pulled up, bringing out some slender arcs, and said with a smile: "Yi Fan, you are not a good guard in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but you suddenly came to the corner of Thirty-three Villages, and you also ran to be a fine worker." "To put it bluntly, what are you trying to do?

The person who came to find 'Yan Hui' that day was Yi Fan, who accompanied Liu Siyi to the Xishan Hunting Ground that day and had a wonderful show of skills. Feng Wu was also surprised, this Yi Fan is a person in the Prime Minister's Mansion, why did he come here?

Yi Fan lowered his eyelids silently, his jaw collapsed into a straight line, the cloudy and cold wind gusted, and his clothes were blown hunting, and his hands that naturally hung down on his sides clenched his fist and let go, and said in a low voice: "Can you not say it." ”

"Yes." Feng turned his head to look over with a smile, and said with a good old man's expression: "But we can't trust you." ”

Yi Fan knew that his appearance here was a strange thing in itself, maybe Yan Hui would doubt his motives, or speculate if there was Prime Minister Liu behind him calculating something, but ...... There was something struggling in Yi Fan's eyes, his fists were clenched tightly, and the green tendons on the back of his hands exploded.

The general who followed the 'Yan Hui' came around the neighborhood and said excitedly: "Major General, I feel that this road is feasible!" ”

Feng Wu's eyes rolled, and he made a full posture, and nodded: "Let's take a look." ”

"The subordinates walked around the front just now, and I feel that there is indeed a way to go, and except for the traces of wild beasts, no one has moved, and the people of Thirty-three Village must not have discovered this trail." The general was happy, and he held a long breath since he beat the 33rd village, eager to vent.

Feng curled his lips, smiled, and slowly shook his head: "This is a bad word. ”

The general frowned, and looked at Feng Zhu with some unconvinced, and he didn't know where General Yan found the magic stick, don't think that the one who took the feather fan was Zhuge Kongming.

Feng Zhu didn't seem to see the dissatisfaction in the general's eyes, shook the feather fan with a smile, and said in a slow voice: "Is there an uncertain way to go, or is the enemy suspicious and wants to lure us into a trap?" In the end, the thief has been rooted for many years and is very familiar with this mountain range, so there is no reason to leave a path to ask others to touch his lair, right? ”

"That's because they didn't know there was this path!" The general glared fiercely and said to 'Yan Hui': "If the bandits knew, they would have sent people to inspect a long time ago, how could they not even leave a single human mark?" ”

Feng Zhu said with a smile: "It doesn't seem difficult to eliminate the traces. ”

"Major General, what do you think?" The general ignored the wind and turned to 'Yan Hui' and asked.

Feng Wu cleared his throat and said in Yan Hui's unique calm tone: "What the Feng Junshi said makes sense, let's take a look again, the more eager you are to win, the easier it is to mess with yourself." What can he think, does he dare to go against the wind?

The general was dissatisfied, but he couldn't do anything about 'Yan Hui', so he had to secretly annoy Feng Er's little white face, and he didn't know where to fight, whether he knew how to fight or not, and he was still pointing fingers all day long, and the strange thing was that Major General Yan still listened to him everywhere, and even the arrangement of troops was commanded by him.

Yi Fan stepped forward: "The young general refuses to trust me? No matter what I have to say, I don't mean to harm you. ”

"In order to trust you, and then pull more than 30,000 people to make this bet?" Feng Wu raised his eyebrows and asked calmly: "If you lose the bet, will more than 30,000 people take turns in front of me to ask, why did I trust you in the first place?" ”

Standing in Yan Hui's position, there is no reason to do a very risky thing because of a person who suddenly appeared, he is not a gambler, nor an adventurer, he is a general of a country, holding countless soldiers who trust him, guarding the country.

Feng Zhu's eyes turned slightly, and the feather fan waved twice, and said leisurely: "I watch the sky, and the rain will stop in a few days, but it is better to wait for a while." Otherwise, once the rainstorm hits, encountering a landslide, it is not conducive to our attacking the mountain, first of all, the vision is not clear, and secondly, it is easy to be trapped. ”

"It's too late." Yi Fan gritted his teeth as if he had finally made up his mind after the final struggle, and said with his fists clutched: "If you don't attack the mountain again, it will be too late." "Wonderful Pen Pavilion

Feng Wu looked at him puzzled: "Why?" "How much difference can there be between playing a little earlier and a little later, and...... Just kidding, it's okay to ask him to complete the task, really lead the troops to fight? He's not the conductor's fodder.

Yi Fan's brows furrowed, his eyes were heavy, like a river that had been overturned, and he replied to Yan: "Can you allow the young general to bow alone?" ”

Feng Wu grabbed the hilt of the sword, and the tail of his eyes was slightly raised: "There is nothing to say to people, you can say anything directly." "When the time comes to talk about the key points, he knows how to make a decision.

Feng Zhu's eyes retracted, looking at a col in front of him, the corners of his mouth were hooked up, and there was a playful smile in his eyes, Feng Wu was afraid that he wanted to scratch his head now.

"I'll only say this to the young general, otherwise it's ......" Yi Fan's lips pursed into a line, his eyes carried a certain firmness, and said: "I will do it in my own way." ”

Feng Wu weighed it, his eyes flickered, and said, "Okay, you come with me." "Turn around and take a step first, before leaving, wink at the wind with a wink - stinky boy, let you watch a good show, and look back at how I fix you.

The wind feather fan flicked slightly, and the look was obviously a little provocative - I've been watching a good show.

When the general walked past Feng Zhu, he deliberately spat a sip of water on the ground next to him, and disdainfully threw a sentence in a voice he could hear: "Little white face." ”

Feng Zhi smiled and watched the general walk away, his eyes slowly narrowed, and the elongated tails of his eyes were full of the appearance of a thousand-year-old fox. The general did not know that in the future, there would be many disasters and hardships, all thanks to the wind shaft, and the blame was that he misunderstood the attributes of the wind shaft.

It is said that Feng Wu took Yi Fan to avoid several other people, walked under a towering tree, turned to look at him and said, "You can say it." ”

Yi Fan hesitated and lowered his eyes, it was winter, and the southern boundary was always green, not the depressed smoky gray of the north, and the leaves washed by the rain were very green, with a crystalline color.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it." Feng Wu squinted his eyes, stinky boy, don't you play with him, if you have something to say, just say that there is a fart to release quickly, you, grandma, what's the ink.

"No, young general......" Yi Fan raised his head, a touch of vicissitudes that did not match his age slipped under his calm eyes, and his voice was a little sad: "I'm just thinking, how to say it." ”

The wind poured into Feng Wu's mouth, and he reached out and rubbed his throat, "Say it directly." "Oh, this damn place, he won't come back again, it's cold, wet and damp, there are many insects at night, there are several bags on his legs, and most importantly, he can't stand the weather, when it rains.

"My father is the owner of the Lion Ridge." Yi Fan really said it directly.

"Ahem, cough, ahem......" Feng Wu was choked by the wind and plucked out his ears: "What did you say?" ”

Yi Fan looked at him: "Actually, I turned out to be the son of the owner of the largest cottage in the Thirty-Three Villages. ”

Dead boy, can you breathe when you speak, beat his chest, raised his hand to stop: "Wait a minute, I'll be smooth...... You say, your father is the king of the mountain, and you were originally born here? ”

Since Yi Fan said it, the rest of it was not so difficult to say, and he nodded: "Yes, so no one will be more familiar with this piece than me." ”

"In that case, why did you go to the capital to work as a guard in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and how can you tell me this now?" Feng Wu's brain is not the sharpest, but he is obviously not stupid, and when it comes to the cause and effect, he is very suspicious of Yi Fan's motives.

A touch of sadness flashed in Yi Fan's eyes, and he clenched his fists and said, "Because they are all dead, I almost died in the hands of that man." ”

Feng Wu glanced at a certain tree that was moving when he heard the wind, and took out the key words: "That man, who is it?" ”

"A very mysterious and powerful man." Yi Fan remembered that night, and still had some palpitations, "Our thirty-three villages have always been in their own camps, and the Lion Ridge is in the hands of my father, and we have never done anything to hurt the people, you don't believe it, but we also have our own way of making money, and we will not easily violate the people in the nearby villages and passing by." ”

Feng Wu didn't come to discuss the business of Thirty-Three Villages with him that day, but after that, he asked, "What happened later?" ”

"Overnight, no, he only used a short cup of tea, and we have no ability to resist in his hands at all." Yi Fan's plain face depicted deep hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Even from beginning to end, he didn't make a move at all." ”

Feng Wu said strangely: "Who is he?" Why do you want to beat your cottage, and since the people in the cottage are dead, what about the current cottage? ”