Fufeng City in Fufeng County, the middle school palace in the city, is known as the tenth book collection in the world.

It is also the school palace that Jiang Shouyi recommends Wang Anfeng to go to.

Different from Yulinzhou City of Forgotten Immortal County, although it is said to be a county town, but the county guards of all dynasties are quite concerned about the majesty of the county town, although it has been expanded several times, there is still an extremely tall and majestic city wall, which can accommodate more than ten cars in parallel, the first floor tower is every three hundred steps, the sky is vast, and the peak of the city tower seems to be able to touch the clouds.

The Great Qin generals wearing bright light armor were stationed on it, holding a Mo knife, with a cold expression, and the elite of the army was ten steps and one sentry, stroking the hilt of the horizontal knife in his hand, and his eyes were full of light.

Seventy-two counties of Daqin.

It is the most important weapon of the country!

The young man led the green horse, and followed the people into the gate of Fufeng City, the road in the city isolated the spring sun, the footsteps echoed on the bluestone wall, the two sides of the road were layered, the middle layer was a few meters from the ground, there was a place to stay, there were Daqin soldiers, holding Daqin crossbows, the cold light was cold, obviously it had been wound, but the people of Daqin regarded it as normal, only talking and laughing with each other as usual, only the Gentiles of the exotic caravan were shocked, and they were slightly pale.

Yongdao is 99 meters long, and there are stone tablets engraved with the words "less than 100" to show everyone, to show visitors from all countries, to show self-humility.

The people of our old Qin family are still very gentle and friendly.

You see, none of our gates are a hundred meters thick.

Don't be so afraid.

Stepping through the road, the sunlight is scattered, the vision in front of you is instantly spread out, the large bluestone floor has been extending into the distance, with the shop buildings on both sides until the end of the field of vision, suddenly restricted, suddenly pulled up, turned into a tall building of almost 100 zhang, layer upon layer, rising to the sky, the place of the eaves, there is a tiger's head swallowing the sky, above the dome, it is the dragon roaring, the four eaves corners of each floor of the pavilion are hanging golden bells, the red silk under the bell, and the wind shakes.

On the side facing the city gate, a huge curtain hangs from the top, and its material is unknown, neither gold nor jade.

A large character is written on it in the ancient way.

Wind.

Kunpeng rides the wind.

The young man took a deep breath, his eyes slowly went to the side, and sure enough, there was another hundred-zhang giant building, on which a word was hanging.

Help.

Help the world.

The two pavilions are isolated, only the peak is connected by a rope, which is hung with black and red flags, dancing with the wind, suddenly there is a wild laughter, a figure jumps out of the wind building, the clothes are flying, holding the wine jug in one hand, drinking with his head high.

The body fell down, but just stepped on the rope, drinking and singing, volleying, throwing it casually, the wine bottle spun and fell, in the whistling sound, but there was an eagle growing, the black eagle flapped its wings, grabbed the wine bottle with both claws, flapped its wings and soared into the sky, swaying above the wind in the sky, below is the majestic city that is like a dragon circling, without the edge.

The caravan in the outer region was as earth-colored as earth, and his heart was shocked and terrified, but Wang Anfeng only felt an indescribable emotion lingering in his chest, lingering in his chest, wanting to explode, wanting to raise his head and roar.

This is my vast Qin!

This is my Great Qin's Fufeng County!

It is so majestic, but it is still not among the top ten famous cities!

In addition to the agitation in my heart, I was a little gloomy, Daqin was strong enough to match the world with his own strength, but even though my Daqin was already so strong, I still couldn't do it thoroughly, and the world was truly peaceful.

It is easy to sweep the world, but it is difficult to calm people's hearts.

And he is an ant at the foot of this huge empire, and he is also a suspect on the run.

As soon as I thought of this, the pride and heroism in my chest was a little wrong, but I comforted myself that there was a magical way of Shaolin Temple, and when I did it myself, I never left any traces, and the people I killed were all villains and bandits who should be beheaded and hanged.

Now the important thing is to go to the Fufeng School Palace and find a way to become the library keeper of the School Palace.

The thoughts in his heart turned sharply, but Wang Anfeng's face was still calm, just like every teenager who stepped into the city gate, he looked at the majestic and mighty word Fufeng, and led the green horse along the avenue and slowly walked towards the front.

The journey went smoothly, and no one questioned him when he entered the city.

It seems that this matter should not have reached Fufeng County yet......

The young man's expression was slightly relaxed, and a relaxed chuckle appeared on his face.

While thinking, he walked forward, and after walking for about a few hundred meters, a figure snatched out of the shop on the side, a breath of black clothes like ink, his face was covered with an iron-cast dragon beast mask, his waist was matched with green bamboo, his black hair was slightly raised in the wind, his posture was sassy, his body was unfolded, and he strode away with the young man.

Wang Anfeng's smile stiffened.

After staying for a moment, the young man's eyes widened, like the kind of eliminated Mo family organist, he turned his head stiffly little by little, and watched the figure walk out quickly, meeting with several other people, and there was a team of Great Qin Iron Pawns next to him, holding guns in armor and holding horizontal knives in their hands, passing in line, ignoring the film and television of that body.

The black-clothed figure casually pinned the green bamboo to his waist, moved the mask on his face, put it on his side, talked and laughed with others, his eyes were like dew, and his lips were smiling.

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, his face dazed.

"Little brother seems to be very interested in the clothes in our fast......"

A warm voice sounded in his ears, and when the young man turned around, he saw a middle-aged man who looked quite rich looking at him with a smile, and the latter's eyes swept over the green horse behind the young man, and his face seemed to be more enthusiastic, and he raised his hand and said, "If you are interested, why not come in and have a look?" ”

Wang Anfeng subconsciously said:

"Dare to ask the store...... The clothes just now ......"

The rich man's face showed a look of surprise, and he said with a smile:

"That set, it's our newly launched clothes, the same as the one that the young man wears, a black coat, that's a good material for Jiangnan Dao, a fierce mask, and a handful of eight-grade green bamboo, the whole thing is only three hundred taels of silver."

The young man's heart shook slightly, but he was attracted by two other words, and said:

"Young man?"

The man nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, Mingzhu Wuxin has already concluded that this Yi Nanping will never be more than sixteen years old, isn't he a young man?" Both internal and external cultivation, good at light footwork, one-handed swordsmanship kills the soul and chases the soul, the height is ......"

The man frowned slightly, and suddenly stroked his palm and smiled:

"Coincidentally, it's similar to Childe, either higher or lower......"

Wang Anfeng's heart stopped beating suddenly, and his pupils contracted slightly.

The rich man did not notice the young man's abnormality, and still warmly beckoned him in, although the young man's heart was a little chaotic, but still gentle, after refusing, he led the green horse and walked away slowly, without any differences, all kinds of thoughts in his heart kept appearing chaotically, so that the palm holding the reins was slightly tightened.

The matter has come to this point, and we must not panic, and chaos will lead to loss of mind.

Wang Anfeng exhaled slowly.

Again, I would make the same choice.

In that case, why be afraid of panic, let alone not exposed.

The young man pressed the panic in his heart with reason, and asked the direction where the pedestrian Fufeng School Palace was located on the side of the road, and the man looked at his appearance, only thinking that he was a scholar who came to study, and said the direction of the school palace in detail with enthusiasm, and told him that there were willows on both sides of the bluestone avenue, and he could ride a horse, otherwise he was afraid that he would have to go until dark.

I don't know if it's a psychic, knowing that those big Qin iron pawns are not easy to mess with, the green horse didn't run wildly, got off the horse at a corner, and led it into a slightly narrower street, there were many teenagers and girls in front of them, and a gentle Confucian in the innermost unfolded a scroll with both hands, and everyone's eyes fell on it.

Beyond these teenagers and girls, the building of the school palace was already looming in the field of vision, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, led the green horse, and walked forward, but after only walking a few steps, there was a sudden cheer behind him:

"Ninety-eighth, it's hard to forget the immortals!"