The bell of the carriage rang all the way, and a convoy slowly drove out of Fushun City, passed through Fushun Pass and headed south, passing through the abandoned Deck City and turning to the east. Zhou Qingfeng sat next to the car, and the Jurchen coachman driving next to him whipped his whip, and he was distracted and in a daze.

When the convoy arrived at Salhu City along the Hunhe River, he stopped to rest, and Zhou Qingfeng was shocked when he heard the name of the place. In front of me is nothing but an undulating hill and mountain range, where vegetation flourishes, insects and birds chirp. Across the north of the Hunhe River is Jiefan Mountain, which is really an ordinary place.

On the carriage was Gu Yuanwei, whose body had not yet recovered, and Yang Jian helped him get off the carriage. A few Jurchen slaves moved tables and chairs to serve carefully, and took care of them very properly. Zhou Qingfeng stood motionless next to him, not even meaning to take a hand. Yang Jian kept snorting coldly, looking at him extremely unpleasant.

The matter of Fushun has stopped for the time being, and the crossing people are entrusted to Guo Jiao's care, which will not be too bad to think about. Gu Yuanwei decided to defect to the wild boar skin, and Zhou Qingfeng had to follow. The three of them were arranged by Macheng Pagoda to go to Hetuara the next day.

However, instead of improving, the relationship between master and apprentice, which should have been closer in the aftermath of the catastrophe, became more and more alienated. Gu Yuanwei didn't say anything, but Yang Jian felt that Zhou Qingfeng's idea of getting out of control was 'half a traitor', and he was extremely disgusted and hated him.

Regarding the geographical environment of Salhu, Zhou Qingfeng asked the horseman who was driving the car a few more words. After all, there was a battle here that decided the fate of the Ming Dynasty - the famous 'let you come as many ways, I will only go all the way', which came from here. The frontier rebellion, which could have been easily quelled, developed into the ultimate catastrophe that overthrew the Ming Dynasty, and also achieved Nurhachi's prestige.

If the juniper, which arrived first in Salhu, could hold out for half a day, the Marin tribe from the north would be able to encircle the wild boar skin. If Juniper and Marin can hold out for two more days, Liu Wei on the East Road will be able to take Hetuala. If it was ......, if it wasn't, Juniper didn't hold it, Marin didn't hold it, Liu Wei didn't hold it, and Daming didn't hold it either.

Only Zhou Qingfeng stood in the vast mountains and wilderness, and his heart was panicked.

"On the road, on the road." After lunch, the groom who drove the car came to invite Gu Yuanwei.

Zhou Qingfeng jumped into the seat of the car and sat with the driver, he would rather look at the monotonous scenery of the road in a daze than go to the carriage to see Gu Yuanwei's dead face. But he was sitting outside, and someone came to talk to him. A guy with a strange basket on his back and a grim face took the initiative to walk up to him and asked, "Boy, are you Zhou Qingfeng who made a big fuss in Fushun Ma City?" ”

The man laughed horribly, with a pale face, sunken eyes, and no whites in them. What's even more terrifying is that his jet-black eyes squeezed the entire eye socket, making people's hearts chill in the middle of the day. Zhou Qingfeng didn't know what he meant, so he didn't want to deal with it. But this person wanted to grab Zhou Qingfeng, revealing a thin arm and shriveled claws, "Boy, let me give you a pulse." ”

"Humph......!" In the carriage, Gu Yuanwei said angrily: "Where did the wild monk come from, get out of here!" ”

The grim-faced guy seemed to be part of the convoy, and was arranged by Ma Chengta to accompany him. He wanted to contact Zhou Qingfeng but was stopped by Gu Yuanwei, and he was also hit by a sonic impact. But the man just shook his head, laughed a few times, and walked away as if nothing happened.

Gu Yuanwei said to Zhou Qingfeng in the carriage: "In the future, stay away from this guy who cultivates the ghost road, these side doors and left roads are cultivating wild roads, and what they like are dead people." ”

Zhou Qingfeng didn't understand what 'ghost cultivation' was, but he instinctively didn't like that half-human, half-ghost guy. He asked the groom who was driving the car. The groom trembled and said that the man's name was Jia Gang, and he was a wandering monk who wandered around outside the border walls of Liaodong and did some business. But the things this guy sells aren't serious, they're all witch ghouls.

After passing the city of Salhu, the convoy turned southeast and passed through three passes. Zhou Qingfeng stayed overnight in Tulum City, and the next day he traveled along the Suzi River to Hetuala, which is located at the mouth of the Sancha River.

It's a special city. In order to facilitate defense, the entire castle was built on the hill of Chimney Mountain. The city stands on the mountain, surrounded by the Suzi River, and is surrounded by cliffs far above the river on the southeast and west sides, and only the northwest is outward. From a distance, it is a bit majestic.

The convoy arrived at the ferry crossing, across the river from Hetuala. Because the Jurchen tribes fought all the year round, and it was the capital of the Jianzhou department, it was heavily guarded and easily not allowed outsiders to enter. When Gu Yuanwei came, he could only stay at the ferry for the time being, and Ma Chengta went to report and only entered after getting permission.

The ferry is called Takso, the ground is muddy, feces and urine are everywhere, and the stench lingers. The ferry was full of rudimentary crypts, and people were generally unclothed and numb. The people who lived here were farmers and slaves, and the living conditions were very poor. When they arrived here, the barbarism and backwardness of the Jurchen tribe were immediately revealed, and in comparison, the low houses in Fushun became mansions.

Zhou Qingfeng and his entourage stayed at the inn used to receive foreign envoys and merchants at the ferry, which was the only place that was still clean. After settling down, Gu Yuanwei entered the room and did not come out again, and Yang Jian personally took care of his daily life and diet. Zhou Qingfeng was given a single room, but the simple and dirty earthen kang in the room made him not want to stay in it at all.

"Senior brother, where are you going?" Yang Jian leaned through the window of the warehouse room and called out to Zhou Qingfeng, who was walking out.

Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand without looking back, "It's too stuffy in the house, so I'll just hang around casually." ”

"Don't go too far." Yang Jian shouted. After a while, two Jurchen soldiers with knives rushed to Zhou Qingfeng's side, called 'protection', but in fact 'surveillance'. Anyway, Zhou Qingfeng can't cast spells now, so he is not afraid of what he will do.

There was a yard near the warehouse, and there were many people gathered around the yard, and they all looked dusty and ragged, like refugees. Zhou Qingfeng asked curiously the guards accompanying him, "Who are those?" ”

The guards were sent by Ma Chengta to listen to Gu Yuanwei's dispatch, and both of them were shirtless and wore only simple leather robes. This kind of robe is not well made, it is very hard, but there is no hair on it, so it is suitable for summer wear. Looking at the two of them, they are much stronger than those thin military households in Fushun.

However, these two people didn't understand what Zhou Qingfeng said, they only knew that there was a little master in front of them, so they kept smiling behind him, which was considered dedicated. Zhou Qingfeng was bored, he was also idle and bored, so he walked into the crowd and asked. It turned out that this was really the person who had fled to Nurhachi.

Among them were Han Chinese, Koreans, Mongols, and people from other Jurchen tribes. are all people who can't survive in other places, and they want to fight for luck to be slaves in the state department. When Zhou Qingfeng appeared, many people thought that he was the master who came to pick people, and they squeezed forward one by one to laugh and curry favor.

Zhou Qingfeng walked around the crowd and saw that the ghost cultivator who wanted to catch him yesterday was actually walking back and forth in the crowd. This guy specially picks those young children to observe, and when he sees that he is satisfied, he asks the child's parents to buy them. If the other party does not sell, he also lies and threatens, coercs and inducements, saying that this is the rule of joining the Ministry of Jianzhou, and if he does not sell his children, he will be driven away.

Jia Gang took a fancy to an eight- or nine-year-old child, stretched out his hand to grab it, and asked the child's parents to sell the child to him. His appearance is terrifying, just looking at his hands and claws is similar to a ghost, who would dare to promise him? The child's parents should be Han Chinese, the father hugged the child and didn't dare to let go and kept shaking his head, and the mother kept kneeling and begging for mercy, but she didn't dare to offend the other party.

Zhou Qingfeng got closer, and couldn't help shouting behind his back: "Hey, guy who is not a human or a ghost, let it go!" This is not your territory, and parents don't sell their children. If you don't let go, I'll call someone. ”

As soon as Jia Gang turned around, he saw Zhou Qingfeng with two Jurchen warriors as horses, Zhou Qingfeng, who was only one meter three, was a cut shorter, but his momentum was stronger than anyone else. He didn't care that he couldn't release the spell, but shouted in a very high-pitched voice: "What do you think of me? I'll let you go. Look at me again, and my master will destroy you with a single finger. ”

was squeezed by Zhou Qingfeng so facelessly, Ghost Xiu Jia Gang immediately revealed the essence of bullying the soft and fearing the hard. As a monk of Ye Luzi, he really can't afford to provoke a famous disciple with an extraordinary background like Zhou Qingfeng. He only snorted twice, then turned around and looked elsewhere for a suitable target.

The rescued child was still crying, and his mother hurriedly hugged him to comfort him. His father knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zhou Qingfeng to thank him, and kept shouting: "Thank you, little master." ”

"I'm not a little master, I'm also Han, and I haven't been here for long." Zhou Qingfeng originally wanted to help the kneeling man up, but the other party was too dirty, "Get up, get up." Where are you from? ”

The kneeling man saw that Zhou Qingfeng was neatly dressed, his face was full, and there were two Jurchens behind him, and he didn't dare to despise it. He still knelt on the ground and replied, "The little one's name is Mao Ada, and he escaped from Tieling. ”

"Oh, why are you running away?"

"The small ones are artisans, who are persecuted by the officials day and night, and they can't pay off their debts, so they can't survive. I heard that there was food to eat as a slave in the Jianzhou Department, and I wanted to try my luck. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang was self-taught as the emperor, and he often came up with some policies that pat his head and take it for granted. This military household is a system that his old man himself thinks is very good, but he kills people. Artisans have been craftsmen for generations, and they can't make a living from anything else. The officials in charge of managing the artisan households can treat them as slaves very casually, and the artisan households who engage in the sale of their sons and daughters will not be able to survive.

Mao Ada was carrying a bow on his back, and after Zhou Qingfeng asked, he learned that he was an archer, and his ancestors had done this for more than ten generations, and he was a craftsman. His family had been sent to the Liaodong Guard to fill the army a few generations earlier because of his escape, and now he fled to the Jianzhou Department again.

Mao Ada's child was grabbed by Jia Gang's wrist, and although he took off his poisonous hand, he left a black handprint on his wrist. The Jurchen soldier who followed Zhou Qingfeng took the initiative to take out a sharp knife and pierced the skin to release black blood. The black blood stinked and disgusted when it landed. But the child stopped crying, and Mao's family was even more grateful to Zhou Qingfeng, and the whole family kowtowed together.

When this family was deeply emotional, Zhou Qingfeng only felt that there was a special power transmitted from Mao Ada, very weak, but also very strong.

This scene was seen by Yang Jian, who was staring from afar, and when Zhou Qingfeng returned to the warehouse, the former sneered: "Senior brother, you have a good brain, do you want to be a Buddha of ten thousand families to gather incense to worship?" It's a pity that the gratitude of these fools and fools is too little, and it won't last long. ”

Zhou Qingfeng's heart moved, and he asked rhetorically, "What did you say?" ”

Yang Jianle continued to ridicule, but refused to elaborate.