The speed of the carriage is naturally much slower than that of a light exercise or riding a fast horse, especially when there is a patient like Chuanlian.

Even if Meng Yuexue had already set off from that town a long time ago, after two hours, she had only walked less than thirty percent of the way.

The girl raised her eyes and looked at the sky, calculating in her heart, feeling that even if she could reach Xidingzhou City today, she was afraid that it was already quite late, and it would be difficult to find the inn.

I'm afraid the pharmacy has also closed.

Although Wang Anfeng suggested that they go to the Fengzilou to consult the classics, the girl did not give up other efforts because of this. She still hopes to take a look at the pharmacy in Xidingzhou City, and maybe she can find the medicine that is useful for her senior brother.

With a sigh, she slowly retracted her gaze, Meng Yuexue's gaze unintentionally swept past a pavilion not far away, and her expression suddenly froze.

The right hand was raised, subconsciously held on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his thumb was against the sword grid, and with only a little force, he had already spit out an inch of the sword body.

The girl's eyes were fixed on the pavilion.

This is a willow forest, and when spring comes, the willow branches are gently rolled and stretch for miles, which is a rare beauty.

The wealthy families in the nearby Zhuangzi paid for the construction of a small pavilion, first, for people to enjoy the scenery and write poems, and secondly, when the scenery was not very good, it also gave passers-by a place to rest.

But at this time, around the pavilion, there are more than a dozen tall horses.

Each horse, all of them are ink-colored, mighty, and on it sits a tall man with a cold face, although the faces are different, but they all seem to be carved out of a mold, with a cold and sharp temperament, with slightly closed eyes, closed eyes, the left hand pulls the reins, and the right hand caresses the handle of the war knife at the waist.

The sword was unsheathed.

Meng Yuexue pursed her lips.

She was born in the big faction of the rivers and lakes since she was a child, and the panacea has never been cut off, and it is also after entering the rivers and lakes that she has gone through countless dangerous battles before she can force her potential and break through to the internal strength of the eighth grade.

If it were an ordinary city, she would have been almost the strongest group of people.

But everyone in the pavilion in front of her was no worse than her in martial arts, and the cold and murderous aura that lingered on her body was far beyond her ability.

The girl subconsciously tightened the reins.

The person pulling the carriage was just an ordinary horse, and when he found the dozen or so big men, he was reluctant to move forward, and he stopped at this time.

Meng Yuexue pursed her lips, she had regained her composure in her heart, seeing that those big men seemed to be waiting for someone, she didn't notice herself, and she didn't show the slightest abnormality at the moment, she raised her hand and pulled the reins of the horse, and after two years of running, her ability to drive a horse was already quite good.

With a slight sound, the carriage turned around on the avenue, ready to turn around and head to Fufeng City.

But it seems that this subtle sound is the function.

Among the dozen or so warriors, the eyes of the leader opened suddenly, as if a thunderbolt flashed in the flat ground, Meng Yuexue's heart tightened for a moment, and she couldn't hide it anymore, raised her horsewhip, and let out a clear drink.

"Drive!"

There was a trace of internal force on the whip, and it was heavily whipped on the horse.

The frightened horse neighed, and galloped straight ahead, quite fast, and for a moment it was not under the ordinary good horse.

On the wheel, Meng Yuexue's lips were tightly pursed, her face was slightly pale, she knew that her behavior at this time was somewhat reckless, but she had seen a lot in the past two years.

The warriors who had fought with her before were far from the opponents of those big men in the pavilion.

If the two sides fight, I am afraid that it will not take a stick of incense, and the latter will be enough to kill those Jianghu men cleanly, and they will be unscathed.

She took Chuan Lian with her, and there was no way to risk it.

Originally, he planned to leave quietly, but who would have thought that those warriors would come directly to his side.

The girl pursed her lips, and the long sword in her hand had been drawn.

And in this instant, the sound of horses' hooves was already ringing in her ears, continuously, like thunder, this place was remote, there were not many pedestrians on the road, one black horse after another like a dragon on the flat ground, quickly overtaking the carriage, where the horse's hooves fell, the dust was flying, galloping back and forth, forming a circle, forcing the carriage to stop.

The leader is a stout man, holding a war knife, wearing a hat, pulling the reins of the horse with his left hand, the healthy horse neighed suddenly, the person stood up, the front hooves stepped a few steps in the void, and landed steadily, but with a body of strength, he grabbed the mount alive, raised his hand to appease the mount, and then saluted the girl with a fist, and said slowly:

"Disturb."

Meng Yuexue looked at the man, without showing the slightest weakness, tightened the reins of the horse, and said:

"In broad daylight, I wonder what happened to this hero stopping me from a weak woman?"

The man laughed and said:

"Ordinary weak women don't have such good martial arts, let alone such good courage."

"Girl, don't panic, I just want to ask."

"But now you want to go to Xidingzhou City, and then turn north and go to Fufeng County?"

Meng Yuexue sighed in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face, but said:

"So what?"

The man laughed out loud and said:

"That doesn't seem wrong."

"Hahaha, Dream Girl, you are dressed up as a man at this time, and you can't make up your mind in the next moment."

Meng Yuexue heard her call out her surname, she was slightly stunned, and before she could speak, these thirteen martial artists who were at least eighth-grade suddenly slapped the saddle, neatly aligned, turned over and dismounted suddenly, fell to the ground, and made a snapping sound, and then hugged her fist towards the dazed girl, neatly aligned, and saluted.

There was a fierce and murderous atmosphere, rising to the sky.

The seven-rank master led by him raised his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"In Xia Li San, at this time the pseudonym Liyan."

"On the orders of my young master, come to protect the girl and go to Fufeng City."

Meng Yuexue looked at the people around her, thought of the approachable young man, and thought of the young man she asked yesterday when she turned around and went to Fufeng County, the young man raised his hand to drink tea, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he chuckled:

"The girl will know when she arrives."

At this time...... Definitely know.

Meng Yuexue pursed her lips, looked left and right, and only felt a strong sense of unreality for a while, and muttered:

"Less, less master?!"

……………………………………………

in the middle of the town.

Wang Anfeng compensated for cooking some sweet soybeans and fed them to Chima himself, who had pecked the old hen miserably before, and had just ignored Wang Anfeng's love, but at this time, like a domestic dog, a tail wagged around, and ate sweetly in the young man's hand.

Wang Anfeng waited for it to finish eating, patted the horse's body, turned over on the horse, and glanced in that direction, his eyes narrowed slightly.

I don't know if the people sent by Gongsun have joined the dream girl.

I told him not to send many, huh...... There shouldn't be any problems.

The thought in his heart was scattered, Wang Anfeng gently knocked the belly of the horse with his right foot, and the red thin horse snorted and strode forward, although he was far from exerting his true speed, but he did not deliberately stumble, and the speed was slightly faster than that of ordinary horses.

All the way out, Wang Anfeng slightly identified the direction and drove the horse towards a nearby larger county town.

At this time, he was still wearing a black power suit, carrying an ink knife, and his expression was cold.

Meng Yuexue and the two went to Fufeng County.

And he has what he is supposed to do.

In order to divert the attention of the martial artists in the Immortal Pavilion from Meng Yuexue and the others to himself, he had to do something.

For example, taking advantage of the situation.

Taking advantage of the general trend of the rivers and lakes, the Immortal Pavilion had to take action against themselves, and they had to divert their attention from Meng Yuexue, if not, the Immortal Pavilion would be discredited in this Fufeng Jianghu.

Wang Anfeng rethought the plan, and then folded the letterhead handed over by Gongsun Jing last night and put it in his arms.

In the city ahead, there is an altar of the Immortal Pavilion.

The strongest person, the pinnacle of the seven grades.

The young man narrowed his eyes, pulled the reins of the horse, and made the red thin horse slowly move forward, and among the meridians, the abundant vitality obtained from Zhao Guang was still as much as ninety percent, like the Yangtze River, slowly flowing in his meridians.

……………………………………

In the city, the old pavilion is divided.

Since the fire refining gate closed the mountain, the Bulao Pavilion has sprung up, after a few killings, at this time it is already one of the three major sects in the Fufeng rivers and lakes, the power is strong, and the disciples are proficient in medical skills, so this station is quite luxurious, and it is not inferior to several generations of rich people in the city.

In the backyard of this place.

A middle-aged man dressed in gray stood with his hands in his hands, and in front of him knelt a row of children who were no more than seven or eight years old, with a restrained expression on their faces.

The middle-aged man raised his eyes and glanced at it, and said lightly:

"If you want to enter the Immortal Pavilion, then you have to go through a certain test."

"The rivers and lakes are dangerous, but it's not so easy to enter, from today onwards, you are the outer disciples of my old pavilion."

"For a period of three years, I will teach you the light exercises, basic pharmacology, after March, the world warms up, then go into the mountains to collect medicines, once a month assessment, pick the least drugs every month to eliminate."

"In this way, after three years, the last remaining disciples can officially get started."

Several teenagers below sighed slightly when they heard this.

One of them and the man next to him whispered:

"I thought it would be hard."

"It's just to collect medicine, when we practice light skills, what medicine can't be collected?"

"yes."

"I always thought that the trial of the Immortal Pavilion was dangerous, but it turned out that it was nothing more than that."

The man in gray stood with his hands in his hands, and he didn't hear this voice, the world of Great Qin is vast, there are many mountains and rivers, and those precious medicinal materials are on the cliff. If you send disciples from the door to pick, first, there are not so many disciples, the efficiency is too poor, and second, it also greatly disperses the force in the door.

Because of this, they recruited a large number of outer disciples, and after teaching in March, they let them go up the mountain to collect medicines, because the number of such disciples is enough, even if a person can only collect one medicinal herb in three days, it is still considerable, enough to support the sect's consumption.

As for whether they will fall off the cliff because they are worried about elimination and are in a hurry to collect medicine, it is not their business.

It's a deal.

The man's expression became more and more indifferent.

Outside of this altar, on the long street and wide road.

A thin red horse stopped.

The young warrior dressed in black sat on horseback, raised his eyes to look at the gilded plaque, and whispered:

"Elder Pavilion ......"

The left hand was raised, and it slowly grasped the handle of the ink knife behind his back.

Five-finger rhythm.

Then clench.

PS: The first update is presented......