Wang Anfeng was dressed as a ranger in the rivers and lakes, and once again walked in the official road of forgetting immortals.

The horse's hooves fell to the ground, ticking, and there were bare trees receding on either side, and there were not many pedestrians, so leisurely that he was a little sleepy.

He didn't use the light skill of stealing the wind and the sky, nor did he pull out the red thin horse that ran like a fire from the Shaolin Temple.

Under the crotch, he just rode a jujube red horse, walking forward slowly, with a blue package tied to his back, with some dry food and some hidden weapons in it.

The horse and the swarthy unsheathed knife were not carried.

In the rivers and lakes of Fufeng County, that knife and horse have almost become the iconic dress of Fufeng Knife Maniac, and it is said that there are already rich businessmen who do not hesitate to spend thousands of dollars just to get the horse of the Sword Maniac.

The silver was almost piled up like a hill on the table at the door.

I don't want to get the horse of the knife maniac, as long as it is the same species, you can move the rich gold from there, and there are horse merchants coming in and out every day, but no one can move the money that is placed outside, but take this opportunity to make the rich merchant famous.

Wang Anfeng thought about it, but still crossed out the plan to ride a red horse in his heart.

It's not because of the news that hasn't been passed on, but because the horse's character is too prominent, which is unforgettable, and if he comes out under the pseudonym of the knife in the future, this horse is a conspicuous flaw.

Even if you don't remember his face, you will definitely remember the red thin horse that is arrogant and wanton to a certain extent, thinking about it like this, the impression he left on people is not as deep as that of a stupid horse, and Wang Anfeng also has a subtle feeling in his heart.

After the first month, it is rare to have a good weather.

The sun is scattered on this person and a horse, and the warmth makes people lazy.

Wang Anfeng's current appearance is really very leisurely, because he is no longer so anxious in his heart.

What level of power is White Tiger Hall, he has dealt with a lot over the years, and he knows very well in his heart that he is now running headlong into it, and he can only re-stage the drama of the grasshopper shaking the tree once, which is ridiculous.

It seems ridiculous to others, but it is really sad and pitiful to the grasshopper.

The opponent is a secret sect that can gain a foothold in the entire Great Qin.

Wang Anfeng knows that his current martial arts do not seem to be bad, but at best, he can only dominate in a group of places, and in the entire northwest of Daqin, and even in the entire world of rivers and lakes, he is only a rising star, or he can be praised by everyone in martial arts, and that is the most.

The world is like a tide, people are like water, a hundred years of rivers and lakes have been accumulated, no matter how small the water, there are always many big fish and prawns.

If you only look at Wang Anfeng's generation, the warriors of the middle and third grades can be described as rare, enough to be called the Tao, with a long sword in hand, few can match him, but the rivers and lakes have been hundreds of years, tens of thousands of miles, there are young talents, and naturally there are white-haired swords.

Liu Wuqiu has worked hard for sixty-eight years to become a grandmaster, and the empty Taoist has been imprisoned for decades, and when he stepped out, he raised his hand and smashed ten miles of red candles.

Looking at the world, there are even more.

It is estimated that there must be more than ten counties and states, sitting on the top, looking up to the warriors of a place.

But even so.

For example, the Mi Xingfa of the year was also the patrol of the middle and third grades, but the family was still killed by the people in the White Tiger Hall, and the White Tiger Hall, a huge secret sect, acted perversely and violently, and there were obviously a lot of grudges and grudges in the decades of existence.

No more of him, no less of him, and open your mind and take your time.

Just don't forget.

Wang Anfeng sat on the back of the horse with half-squinted eyes.

The purpose of his trip was Qingfeng.

Or to be more careful, it should be to go to Qingfeng Jiezhong to find the traces of the idle masters of the rivers and lakes, among the clues he currently has, the one who knows the most about the secret sect of the White Tiger Hall should be this old man who is uncertain and carefree.

Since they met at the birthday banquet of the great elder of Qingfeng Jie, then Qingfeng Xie Zhong will definitely be able to get the general whereabouts of this senior, at least he will be able to know where to go to get the news of Jiu Zizi.

Qingfeng is one of the hidden doors in the world, and the secular sect is called the first class of the sword in the Tianshan Mountain, where the place is at the border of Fufeng, Wang Anfeng does not have to re-enter Fufeng on this trip, but has to turn around once, which is a long way.

Just start from the Forgotten Immortals and go straight to the north-east, and you can go directly to a certain branch of that mountain range, and when the time comes, you can sell the horses you bought at a discount in the city below the mountain, and it will be much easier to use your own light skills to hurry.

He closed his eyes and let the red horse lead him along the official road.

It's not a short journey.

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Great Qin's territory is vast enough.

When the country was founded, there were only about 20 counties, and it experienced the battlefield of I don't know how many military generals, and expanded to 40 or 50 counties later, until 20 years ago, Daqin waved the world, like a tiger out of the gate, and annexed the countries in just three years, and jumped into the kingdom of the Heavenly Empire, under the jurisdiction of 72 counties and 800 prefectures.

The frontiers that originally belonged to various countries were built into an iron barrel-like defense by the Great Qin soldiers, and outside the border cities of the Northern Regions, there was a military camp outpost every 300 miles, which was under the jurisdiction of the Dingbei Metropolitan Protectorate, like a goshawk hovering in the northern region of Great Qin, always guarding the many states on the grassland.

The iron pawn of the outpost does not leave his body, and he does not remove his armor when he sleeps.

Even though the great Qin country has become more and more powerful in recent years, the friction with those countries on the border has never stopped, and every time it is not stable for half a month, there will be cavalry disguised as horse bandits wandering on the vast grassland, and there will be collisions and battles of different sizes with the border defenders.

Generally speaking, there had never been any foreign sergeant who had benefited from the Great Qin's Iron Pawn.

After Chen Qing, who was the protector of Anxi, left his job, he wrote many things in the debriefing documents, including a sigh.

Yan Dao Hu people's blades are simple and blunt, Qin soldiers are brave, the former five people are Qin soldiers and one person, recently quite Qin's ingenuity, but still three and one, although it is arrogant, but can also glimpse the strength of the Qin army.

Bailifeng opened and pushed open the door of the camp, and a cold wind rushed in front of him, so that he couldn't help but tighten his collar again, but there was still snow on a tree or on the eaves of a certain place that was swept up by the wind, blew into his collar, and melted, making him shiver.

"What a fucking cold ......"

He let out a white breath.

He had always known that the border was bitterly cold, but it seemed that this year's situation was still beyond his expectations.

When he arrived, he had also asked Tuoba Yue, who had lived in the Northland for a long time and had never experienced such a cold winter.

Baili Feng's right hand was held on the handle of the waist knife, the copper handle was left overnight, and the tentacles were even more cold, so he couldn't help grinning, and looked outside the outpost to see a large boundless plain, and farther away, the ground suddenly rose, connecting into a large white and dazzling mountain range.

His eyes were bright and white, and Baili Feng subconsciously squinted his eyes.

It's been a month since he came to the Northland, and he still hasn't fully adapted to it.

Looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, Baili Feng let out a white breath, shook his body, wore Xuanjia, carried the Mo knife, walked from the camp, and after seeing him on the road, ordinary soldiers would take the initiative to salute, and he also returned the salute meticulously one by one, without the slightest ambiguity.

After all, he studied in the Great Qin Fufeng Academy, and resigned from the post of captain of the Fufeng County City, and took the initiative to come to the frontier, which was already preferential, not to mention that at that time, on the document sent to the border by Fufeng County, a few big characters were written in black and white.

Baili Feng, studied in the Great Qin Fufeng Palace.

Counselors.

The word "strategist" also drew a circle with red cinnabar, which was extremely conspicuous.

The strategists who took the initiative to transfer to the border pass are lacking compared to the good-looking little daughters-in-law of good families, not to mention the seedlings who were born in the orthodox school palace, and the generals under the jurisdiction of the Metropolitan Protectorate are a little tempted.

The local defenders have been vacant since they returned to their hometowns with illness in the army, and the guard general Luo Yongjie directly promised many benefits in front of his colleagues in the Metropolitan Protectorate, so that he broke the cost to the extent of pain, and finally fished out this strategist who had learned in the holy land of the former Three Schools of Great Qin and became his own corporal.

As early as the first snow of winter last year, Luo Yongjie had been thinking about it for a long time.

Who knew that after waiting for a long time, I couldn't see a calm and elegant strategist in a green shirt, but only saw a tall young man with a Mo knife on his back, with a bright and hearty smile.

As if holding back for three months, I went to the painting boat in the flower building in a hurry, pushed open the door, and did not see a charming girl, only a little minister who was full of fat and powder, and compared his orchid finger to himself.

The fingers were as thick as thin turnips.

Luo Yongjie was almost so angry that he closed his breath on the spot.

But the military department has already reported it, no matter how much regret and reluctance he feels in his heart, this raw rice is cooked and cooked, and he can only pinch his nose and admit it.

Throwing down the waist card, this young man, who can be called the most powerful in the outpost, has become his new strategist in the army.

And a certain camp under the Great Qin Dingbei Protectorate ushered in the first strategist in history who could wear heavy armor, surrender fierce horses, and be ferocious with a knife in one hand, and play more easily than the guards.

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