Between Huaishui and Surabaya, there is a large area of ruined and deserted villages that stretch for hundreds of miles, and the Han people in the south call it 'Border Waste', while the Hu people in the north call it 'Outuo'.

Although the name is different, but the meaning is the same, this is the border wasteland between the north and the south, and this is also the most unique place in the world!

Bianhuang is not a town, it is a market, so it is also called a bianhuangbazaar.

Controlled by the five gangs of the Hu nationality and the Han gang, it is very prosperous, it is a pure land for good people, it is very chaotic, it is a paradise for capable people, it is full of dangers, but it is also full of opportunities......

The Sima clan of the Western Jin Dynasty dominated the world, but unfortunately it was the "Rebellion of the Eight Kings" and the "Disaster of Yongjia", the Xiongnu, Xianbei, Qiang, Di, and the Five Chaos of the Jin Dynasty, and the Jin Dynasty had to cross to the south, forming a confrontation between the north and the south.

And in Huaishui and Surabaya, it is from this that it is formed.

Border Wasteland does not belong to the Northern Hu, nor to the Southern Han Dynasty, the Border Desert is the buffer land of the northern and southern borders, it is not under the jurisdiction of people, and it is a transshipment center connecting the north and the south, and it is a place of trade between the two parties, also called an 'illegal zone'.

Now in troubled times, there is no place in the world more terrible than the border wilderness, but there is no place more lovely than the border wilderness, the homeless people can live here, and the heroes can show their strength here.

Anyone who has the ability can survive in the border wilderness, and it is also possible to die in the border wilderness without a place to be buried.

There is no so-called 'royal law' here, you are a desolate person when you enter the border wilderness, neither belonging to the Southern Jin Dynasty nor to the Northern Hu, Hu and Han can coexist, just like the Hu and Han who coexisted in the Central Plains in this troubled era.

However, at this time, the border wasteland has undergone subtle changes, the lord of the Qin Dynasty, Fu Jian, unified the northern Hu people, and there was a great move to invade the south, and the situation of the coexistence of the Hu and Han in the border wilderness is about to change.

Once Fu Jian raised his troops to the south, then the border wasteland would fall into the hands of the Hu people in the north, and how would the concentrated Han people survive at that time?

Far-sighted people, see the current concentrated situation early, not confused by the prosperity of the border wasteland, and leave early...... But after all, there are only a few such people, and how many of the concentrated Han people know that the war is rising again, and Fu Jian will definitely invade the south?

The border wasteland has crumbling walls, filled moats, and four gates that run through the concentration.

The three gates of the south and northwest are controlled by the Hu Gang, while the east gate is controlled by the Han Gang. The stores in the inner building are all rising one after another in the past ten years, neither gorgeous nor atmospheric, all of which are the pursuit of practicality and are built by simple and unpretentious wood and stone.

Here, there are no friends, only interests. It is precisely because of interests that under the deepening hatred between ethnic groups, talents here can tolerate and compromise with each other.

The first floor is a rare all-wood building in the border wasteland, the building is two stories high, and the boss's name is Pang Yi, who is a rough and bold man. But he is not living a life of licking blood from the knife, but a down-to-earth restaurant owner.

Pang Yi is a capable person, and the 'Snow Stream Fragrance' on the first floor is a peerless wine, a unique wine in the world!

Yan Fei sat quietly on the second floor of the first floor, he sat by the window, looked at the prosperity downstairs, and drank it all.

Yan Fei has been here for a year, and he is living a life of licking blood from the knife...... In the past year, he has set foot in the border wasteland, from a nameless swordsman, to now he has become an existence that no one dares to provoke.

Yan Fei has the blood of Xianbei and Han people in his body, his mother's name is Tuoba Yan, it is Xianbei Tuoba clan, he doesn't know who his biological father is, only that he is Han.

Yan Feizhi lived in the border wilderness because the tribe where he lived was attacked by Murong Wen of Chang'an, and his mother died.

After losing his loved ones, he went to Chang'an to take revenge, and after successfully assassinating Murong Wen, he was exiled to the border wasteland.

Pang Yi walked up to Yan Fei and sighed: "I don't know how long this 'Taiping' can last!" ”

Yan Fei opened his mouth and said, "Since you guessed that there will be chaos here, why do you want to stay?" ”

Pang Yi said: "Actually, many people have guessed, but they are unwilling to leave, where can they go if they leave the border wilderness?" Where in the world can I live in peace......"

Yan Fei said: "Why don't you go south?" ”

Pang Yi sneered: "It's better to stay here if you go south and become a refugee." ”

Yan Fei turned his head, glanced at the empty second floor and said, "Why are there so few guests today?" ”

Pang Yi said: "That's because you came early and sat here all night, so I can't get rid of you." In fact, my second floor has been booked in advance. ”

Yan Fei was puzzled: "Who booked your entire second floor?" ”

Pang Yi said: "It was ordered by Gao Yan's kid, and he pushed a box of gold." ”

Gao Yan is a Han boy, he does not belong to the Hu Han Six Gang, but he is one of the most popular characters in Bian Huangji. He is the most outstanding 'wind media' here, and he specializes in buying Jia news on weekdays, and the scenery is tight.

Yan Fei said with a smile: "This kid is really not afraid of death, and he dares to stay here." ”

Pang Yi also smiled: "That kid is very chic in the border wilderness, how can he be willing to leave." ”

Yan Fei suddenly asked, "Why did Gao Yan book your entire second floor?" ”

Pang Yi shook his head and said: "He's not for himself, he's ordering it for others, I heard that it's eighteen people." As for who those people were, I didn't know, and the boy didn't want to say more. ”

Yan Fei nodded slowly, his eyes fell on Dongmen Street, and suddenly said, "Are they those people?" ”

Listening to his words, Pang Yi also turned his head to look at Dongmen Street...... I saw that a team of people seemed to have just entered the border wilderness, and after careful counting, it was exactly eighteen.

Eighteen people, eighteen horses, horses are good horses, but people are strange people.

These people were all dressed in black winter clothes, with black scarves on their heads, and their faces were covered with masks, so they could not see their faces clearly; Each of them carried a long bow and a full moon scimitar at his waist, and in his hands he held a three-foot club wrapped in black cloth.

Pang Yi looked startled, and immediately turned around and walked downstairs.

Yan Fei had been staring at the group, and suddenly a pair of eyes shot like cold lightning......

Those eyes were very cold, very cold, cold and emotionless, like a blade...... Yan Fei had never seen such a shuddering look, just one glance, he felt a chill all over his body, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Yan Fei muttered, "What a keen spiritual sense! ”

The gaze was retracted, and the people had reached the downstairs of the first floor, and then the sound of footsteps came from the hallway.

Yan Fei couldn't help but look at the corridor, and eighteen people entered one after another, sitting at nine tables and taking their seats.

None of them spoke, they didn't talk to each other, they didn't say a word, and no one opened their mouths to drive Yan Fei away, and even after that glance, the eighteen people didn't look at Yan Fei anymore.

Pang Yi took a few guys to serve the food, and Yan Fei couldn't help but look at them carefully.

There was no flesh, no evil, no murderous energy, but everyone was cold, everyone was quiet, everyone was terrible.

Yan Fei looked at them, he didn't know why he felt fearful, beside the eighteen of them, he had a feeling that he couldn't be autonomous, and everything couldn't help himself.

The feeling was so strong that it made him think of 'death'!

At some point, his hand had grasped the 'Butterfly Love Flower' on the table, which was a sword that no one was afraid of in the wilderness, but at this time, the hand that grasped the hilt of the sword broke out in a cold sweat.

Yan Fei stood up, took the butterfly love flower, and left here.