Wang Anfeng slept very peacefully today.

On the second day, after everyone had eaten breakfast at the inn, the young man made a special trip to the back kitchen, and asked the chef with a big waist to find eggs and soybeans, mixed with good grass, so that the young horse had a good meal, and borrowed a horse comb to comb his hair properly.

After combing for about half an hour, the young man put down the horse comb, stretched his muscles, and the green horse neighed softly, as if quite satisfied, and rubbed his head on the palm of the young man's hand, Wang Anfeng patted its neck, stroked the horse's mane, and said:

"Horse, horse, you saved me this time."

"Thank you."

At this moment, there was a shouting sound from Bailifeng outside, and the young man patted his horse again, got up and went back to the inn, and joined his friends.

Fufeng Guancheng stands majestically in the north, out of the city, is the open field, there were originally villages sparsely distributed near the official road, in recent years, in order to facilitate the rectification, to prevent thieves from harming, these villages were also moved back to the city by Daqin.

In order to make the people move away from their homeland, the county prince of that year made a special order with a stroke of his pen, and promised that the government would allocate good land to tax exemption in the first year and tax in the second half year, even in the fifth year, there were some concessions.

In the middle of the month, people from outside the city flocked in.

The scholar had skipped his class leisurely, and the poor county keeper had stared at him, and lay straight on the bed, unable to sleep for several days and nights, and every time he thought of that terrible number, his eyes turned black for a while, and his scalp was numb, and he wished to pick up the lazy scholar now and give him a slap to vent his hatred.

But it is precisely because there is no need to worry about disturbing the villagers, the official road outside the Fufeng Pass is extremely wide, extending straight forward, and only the official post exists on the middle road, plus the Great Qin Iron Pawn from time to time Under the leadership of some old hooligans, he goes to fight the autumn wind above this vast field.

The strength is not strong, and most importantly, there is no complex terrain to hide.

There is no soil for survival in this area.

Therefore, from this official road to Fanyang County, unimpeded, only half of the original time, businessmen gradually gathered, and more passed by.

Wang Anfeng and others traveled all the way, the road was flat, only on the second day out of Fufeng County, and then turned to the west, into a mountain range, the sky was getting late, everyone dismounted, led the ride between the mountain roads, gradually deepened, and waited until the stars in the sky gradually rose, when the bright moon hung high, Gong Yu's footsteps were slightly paused.

Slightly discerning the next direction, he walked towards a woodland.

Wang Anfeng and the others followed behind, only to feel that their bodies had broken through a layer of gentle airflow, and their eyes changed instantly.

It is still in the mountains and forests, but it is no longer the original position, the front is quite open, there is a bluestone long sword, as huge as a broken peak, half of it has not entered the ground, on the hilt of the sword, there are eight huge iron chains entangled, involving eight paths, submerged into the ground.

The chains are dark and heavy, thick and strong at the waist, the wind does not blow, only the solemn and vast face, which is completely different from the scenery seen just now, Wang Anfeng saw this method for the first time, and his heart was amazed, and he raised his eyes to see the stone sword, engraved with several lines of big characters.

The words are different, each has its own wind and bones, the strokes are more than the one who does not feel its complexity, the few strokes do not feel its ugliness, its shrinkage is also dignified, its vertical is also steep, or hearty, or easy to erect, each stroke is like a good sword move, each has its own charm contained in it, so that the young man's heart is trembling, the skin on the neck involuntarily appeared small dots, and even gave birth to the meaning of drawing the sword to resist.

At this moment, Gong Yu took a step forward slightly.

There seemed to be a chill around him, and the sharpness that hit people's eyebrows and eyes disappeared in an instant.

Gong Yu looked sideways and saw Xue Qinshuang and Wang Anfeng breaking free from that abnormal state almost at the same time, and saw Baili Feng's expression struggling, and then he roared and slammed out from the sword intent.

And Tuoba Yue, who is usually quite straightforward and proud, took a full dozen breaths before his eyes regained his vitality, but he still faintly appeared in fear, turned his head away, and didn't dare to look again.

Gong Yu frowned slightly, then lowered his eyes and bowed, and said:

"This is the entrance to my faction."

"The long sword here is left by the ancestor, and the traces on it are also carved by the ancestor with sword qi back then, divided into eight kinds of swordsmanship and killing moves, each with its own charm, the deeper the martial artist's cultivation, the deeper the feeling, and ordinary people without martial arts will not have any abnormalities."

When the voice fell, Wang Anfeng and the others had completely broken free from the state of Fang Cai, and the young man raised his eyes when he heard the words, and finally saw the true face of that line of words, not a sharp sword move, and while breathing a sigh of relief, he read softly:

"Qianyuan Henry Zhen, the heroic soldier of Duize Ze, Genshan seals the ghost household, and leaves the Nine Flame Wheels."

"The water is rippling, the kundi is boundless, the thunder and thunder are thundering, and the mountains of Xunmu Town."

The young man looked slightly stunned, recalling the situation when he had just moved to change the scene, realized in his heart, and said in a low voice:

"Gossip?"

"This is the formation."

In today's world, there are countless people who try to use the principles of formation to enter martial arts, just like a carp crossing the river, and the schools that really study the formation classics are just yin and yang, daomen, and soldiers and strategists.

Looking at this appearance, it should be the handiwork of Daomen.

Wang Anfeng made a judgment based on the books he was reading, and at this time, Gong Yu's voice also sounded faintly:

"Follow me."

"Eight formations circulate, take a wrong step, and you will fall into the fog, and you will be able to get rid of it after a day."

When everyone heard this, they didn't dare to slack off, and followed closely behind Gong Yu, while the three girls of Qing Fengjie slowed down and walked to the end to prevent anyone from coming out, a total of eight times, and every time they walked, there would be drastic changes in their eyes.

Everyone is equipped with light skills, but every time they pass through, they don't feel the slightest abnormality, they don't know what the principle is, and there is even a time when they return to the original position.

At that time, Wang Anfeng only thought that Gong Yu had made a mistake, but the latter did not hesitate at all, continued to confirm the direction, and walked through a path with everyone, and the field of vision in front of him suddenly widened, and a bright moon and stars were sparse as far as the eye could see, and a green mountain could be seen standing in the distance.

The young man pursed his lips, and suddenly realized in his heart.

Ordinary people are in a trance, and if they find that they have returned to their previous position, they will naturally think that they have gone in the wrong direction, so they will return the same way, hoping to find the right path.

But the right choice in common sense is the most wrong choice here.

Although it is a gossip formation, it has been passed through eight times, but the most powerful barrier is not the formation, but the human heart.

The young man was amazed in his heart, and suddenly thought of the sentence that Su Wenchang said when he described Qingfeng's solution to him a few days ago.

The Hidden Gate Sword Sect, those who have no chance in the world cannot enter.

It turns out that taking a step is fate.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but look back, but he only saw the lush mountains and forests, the branches and leaves were staggered, and the road was more and more deep and unfathomable.

Gong Yu's expression seemed to soften slightly, looking at the green mountains in the distance, and said softly:

"Qingfeng solution, it's here."

PS: The second update is served.