The night was getting darker.

It's the third watch now, and the stars in the sky are dimmer.

Yu Guoxing sat in front of the fire, broke off the dead branch in his hand and threw it into the fire, the yellow flame licked the dry wood very greedily, the flame gradually rose, became much larger, under the light of the fire, Yu Guoxing's hooked nose and towering cheekbones were clearly highlighted, looking a little gloomy.

There was a crackle, and the dead branches turned into charred shapes in the flames.

Yu Guoxing licked his chapped lips, and there was fire in his eyes.

Every time he saw this scene of destruction, he would feel a sense of pleasure and satisfaction in his heart, hearty, as comfortable as breaking chains, like a knife cutting his neck, and then sticky, smelly, red blood gushed out.

His eyes drifted uncontrollably to the edge of the tent.

It was a group of tents, tied up around the fire, not very pretty, but sturdy enough, and it was evident that the tents were set up by veterans, and all the men lying in these tents were sturdy men, and the suits were fitted with soft leather armor.

The hands and feet are rough, and even when I am sleeping, the rough big hands have been clutching the handle of the knife, and the eyebrows and eyes are messy like weeds, and there is a terrifying aura when tightly closed.

This is the elite of the Great Wilderness Village, but this is not the first batch to follow him here.

Is it the third batch, or the fourth batch?

He thought.

In short, the first batch of people who came here have all died, as bait, if you want to put a long line to catch big fish, you have to take the initiative to abandon some bait, to give those fish some sweetness to eat, so those decent knights, how can they prove their chivalry?

There is no doubt that the bandits' heads and waist cards are needed.

For the bandits in the Great Wilderness Village, this is also a real business with real knives and guns, just like the business of the past, those who lose lose their heads and waist cards, and those who win can step on the headless corpses of their brothers and wash their identities as people.

It's fair to have such an opportunity.

As horse thieves, their lives and dignity were already thrown behind the hooves of galloping horses long before they had their sabers, and no one was dissatisfied with such an opportunity.

He has entertained the knights of Sanboer during this time.

It's just a pity that I haven't been able to meet a weighty one all the time.

And in addition to the heads of the bandits in the Great Wilderness Village, he also prepared another thing for those knights that could satisfy their vanity.

At the edge of the tent, where the horses rested, there were two people lying against each other, one was a child of no more than twelve or thirteen years old, with short messy hair, a tear in his back clothes, and a mark left by a horsewhip on it, and some on his face.

The other was an old man with gray hair, wearing a sheepskin jacket and covered in dirt.

The gray hair looked like a clump of faded weeds in the night.

These two people were caught by Yu Guoxing when he was fishing for the first time.

He knows very well that for any knight, saving people and eliminating evil, these two things can bring them an indescribable sense of satisfaction and moral superiority, but it is a pity that there is no beautiful woman, otherwise, it will be more lively.

But it can't be helped, it's hard for a young and beautiful woman to live here for three nights.

In order to save trouble, he put a sword on the old man's leg, and it turned into pus, and he couldn't run away, he couldn't run fast, and he couldn't run far, and he wasn't so interested, and once he caught a fish, he would catch a few more people.

Yu Guoxing added some firewood to the fire again, and was stunned.

But this is also the last time, right?

This time, when you catch a fish, you're going to the final place.

These two people don't have to run and catch the day, and when the time comes, they can give them a good time, which can be regarded as the last mercy.

Yu Guoxing touched the sheathed long sword on his knee, the hilt was dark cyan, soaked in a layer of faint coldness, and there was a dragon scale decoration on it to prevent it from getting rid of it.

Placing the sword on his side, he lay on his side on the outer bunk, ready to rest for a while, his eyes had just been closed, his ears were close to the ground, when suddenly he heard a faint sound coming down the ground, like a summer or autumn thunder, appearing from far away.

Then it came with a furious sound and momentum.

His body subconsciously tensed, he opened his eyes suddenly, sat up, and at the same time, the horse thieves who had been sleeping extremely heavily woke up from their slumber, and immediately pulled out the saber at their waists, accompanied by the sound of steel trembling, the entire camp was shrouded in the cold momentum of slaughter, and the burning flames shook and suddenly dimmed.

The voice was clear.

Yu Guoxing's eyes widened.

The sound of horses' hooves!

The world's first-class horse, which can only be emitted when running wildly, can be called a powerful movement!

Yu Guoxing's eyes were excited and his expression skyrocketed, his scarlet tongue stretched out, licked his chapped lips, and laughed suddenly, like a night owl, poignant and harsh, and said:

"Get on the horse, get on the horse, hahaha, the last fish is hooked!"

"When this scene is done, the big guy will go to the city and find the best girls to put out the fire!"

"This time, it's a big fish!"

Many horse thieves shouted in unison, laughed, raised their sabers, and slapped the heart guards in their hearts, and the sound was so harsh that the old man lying on the horse haystack trembled, shrunk, and tightened the twelve or thirteen-year-old child into his arms.

I felt the sound of horses' hooves suddenly disperse around me, and then gradually straightened out.

The old man's body was tense, and through the traces of his clothes, he could feel that his spine was like an old wooden bow, tightened by invisible pressure.

The firelight flickered, he opened his eyes, and from his angle, he could see that more than thirty elite horse thieves had already driven the horses into formation, forming a neat wedge, Yu Guoxing as a sharp arrow, the famous sword double-headed Jiao in his hand was raised, and shouted:

"I'm a horse thief!"

"It's the man on horseback, killing, looting, venting!"

"Life and dignity have long been trampled under this wasteland, the last big fish is coming, kill or be killed, lie down or stand, come and gamble!"

The double-edged sword in his hand suddenly pointed forward, and he immediately rushed out laughing.

The horse thieves behind him shouted wildly, like a group of wild beasts in human form, wild and crazy, terrifying, the old man's body tensed, and in the dark night, in front of the torrent of those beasts, suddenly jumped out of a scorching fiery red.

The neighing of a horse, like the neighing of a dragon, instantly drowned out the horse thief's wild cry.

The knight on horseback was dressed in black, and rushed towards the wedge-shaped array of the horse thief, and the double-edged sword in his hand in the front Yu Guoxing slashed down with strong power, giving up the means of attracting the foreign minister, or the sword qi, and every point of internal force was pressed on the blade, making the power of this sword skyrocket.

Yu Guoxing's face was full of hideous and belligerent.

The black-clothed man on horseback looked indifferent, and when the two sides approached, he suddenly raised his hand, holding a knife in his left hand, and there seemed to be a flash of fire on the back of his hand.

The young man in black meditated in his heart.

Divine Soldier King Kong.

Buddhism's supernatural powers, such as the ten powers!

Swords clash suddenly.

With a scream, the smile on Yu Guoxing's face stiffened, his wrist hurt sharply, and he trembled violently.

The double-edged sword in his hand seemed to be slashed on Kunlun Mountain, it was a completely unrivaled fierce force, and the weapon in his hand suddenly rose backwards due to the huge anti-shock force, and even his whole person was a little stiff.

But in such a hard-hitting head-on collision, the warriors on the opposite side did not even have the slightest dullness in people and horses, the wind swept by, and the knife in his hand was raised violently.

Yu Guoxing only felt a pain in his chest, and barely avoided the vital point, but he had already been knocked out.

The red flames danced in the night, and the mad horse thieves were simply cut off from their horses with a single staggered charge.

Then he turned around and rushed towards the scattered horse thieves again, each knife was extremely accurate, without the slightest mercilessness, one by one, all the horse thieves on the horse's back were chopped off, until finally, when Yu Guoxing recovered from the internal injuries of the trembling force, he was the only one left.

The young man on horseback grabbed the reins of the horse with his right hand, and with a slight force, the thin red horse neighed, and suddenly the man stood up and turned around, his messy mane without a trace of variegation, like a quiet flame burning in the night.

Step by step, the sound of horses' hooves knocked on the ground and approached him, and a quiet whisper rang out.

"Two-headed dragon?"

Yu Guoxing spat out a mouthful of blood foam and said with a cruel smile:

"It's Grandpa me."

The eyes of the red thin horse seemed to be angry, and the person suddenly stood up, neighing, and a circle of flames suddenly appeared on the hooves of the bowl-sized horse, and then unceremoniously, slammed down on Yu Guoxing's heart.

Yu Guoxing's expression changed, he didn't expect this change, he barely avoided it, and a sword shadow came to him, far more powerful than his strength, and the brute force forced the air away, as if a mountain peak fell towards him, making it almost difficult for him to breathe.

This was his last memory.

The wilderness went from noisy and noisy to dead and quiet in an instant, the wind whined and whistled, and the old man hugged the boy in his arms tightly, although they were unmasked strangers more than a month ago, but at this time, he actually wanted to protect the poor child for the first time.

The relationship between people is really incredible.

The footsteps approached, the old man trembled, mustered up his courage, slowly raised his head, and saw the horse of the divine horse, snorted, and looked at him curiously, compared to the horses of the previous batches of knights, but the man in black did not sit high on the back of the horse like the previous knights.

Instead, he turned over and dismounted, glanced at it, and the young man's face frowned, then half-squatted down, and said:

"Are you the people of the neighborhood?"

"Don't worry, the bandits are all dead."

The old man was very excited when he heard this for the first time, but after those knights killed all the robbers, threw down a few copper coins and silver and walked away, they were caught by more bandits several times in a row, and their hearts were already numb, but they only showed a flattering smile, and said:

"Thank you, thank you."

Then he was about to prostrate, but he was caught by a pair of palms.

Wang Anfeng only found out at this time that the old man's finger was broken, and he was holding a boy in his arms, with obvious whip marks on his back, the boy noticed Wang Anfeng's gaze, and shrank into the old man's arms, with obvious fear on his face.

There are also scars on the face.

This whip mark is not the handiwork of the horse bandits.

It is impossible for the whip of the horse bandit to leave such delicate lines and traces, and it is like a blood-stained flower branch, dyed with blood, demonic and cruel.

The old man noticed Wang Anfeng's gaze, his expression changed, and he was about to beg for mercy.

Wang Anfeng had already retracted his gaze, his expression was calm, he pulled out the dagger from his waist, and then swiped slightly, the frightened child saw the dagger falling towards the old man, stunned for a moment, and then suddenly like an enraged young wolf, he pounced on Wang Anfeng, grabbed his right hand, and bit it viciously.

The old man exclaimed, but Wang Anfeng did not make a move on this child who protected the old man as he thought, let him bite his arm, and waited for the latter's mood to stabilize before he said slowly:

"If you want to heal his wounds, don't get in my way."

The boy was slightly stunned and looked in the direction of the old man, who had a vicious sword mark on his leg, because of the harsh environment, he could not be treated, he had pus, and there was a faint stench.

Wang Anfeng lifted the boy up, put it aside, squatted down and cut the wound with a dagger, forced out the purulent pus, frowned, looked left and right, the clothes on the old man and the child could not be used, and the clothes on the horse thief were mostly soaked in blood.

After thinking about it, he simply tore off the hem of his clothes, tied it up a few inches above the wound, took out the gold sore medicine and put it on the old man, then put the medicine in the child's hand, and said lightly:

"During this time, apply medicine every day."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to have this leg."

In reply, it was a sudden movement in the child's stomach, even the boy's face was covered with mud, and he seemed a little embarrassed, Wang Anfeng paused, got up and walked to the horse thief's tent, and found some barley noodles from his pocket.

Then he drew his dagger, picked up the pieces of flesh from the mount of the horse thief who had just died, and when he turned sideways to see the gloom on the faces of the old man and the child, he paused, and suddenly shouted at the child:

"Little one, come over here and help."

"I handle the meat, you blow the fire."

"Old man, if you still have the strength, clean up the tents of these horse thieves, there may be some food and water, if there is salt is the best, this kind of horse meat tastes very ordinary."

The old man was stunned, and seemed to be a little incredulous, but Wang Anfeng had already turned his head, afraid of angering this powerful martial artist, so he had to nod, dragged the wound and stood up, slowly rummaging through things.

Wang Anfeng found a wooden branch, passed through the cleaned horse meat, and slowly roasted it on the fire.

The kid couldn't help much, so he could only squat and blow the fire, blowing all over his face.

After a while, the place gradually became occupied by the aroma of horse meat, and the brown grease dripped on the flames, sizzling, and the aroma was tangy, and a handful of salt and spicy seeds were sprinkled, and the fragrance exploded and became more intense.

The old man's movements were relatively slow, and at this time, he had just cleaned up a little bit of cooked barley noodles, and his face was a little afraid, and when he handed it over, he noticed that his palms were full of dirt, and subconsciously shrank back.

Wang Anfeng had already reached out to take it, holding the old man's palm with his hand, and then took the bag.

It's not very solemn, it's just casual, just like greeting neighbors, nodded lightly, and said, sorry for the trouble.

The tone was bland as usual.

But the old man's body suddenly stiffened in place.

I opened my mouth, and suddenly I felt my nose sour, and tears slid down my face very uncontrollably, I don't know why, I can't stop it.

The child reached out to grab the meat, Wang Anfeng gently patted the child's palm, took out the water bladder filled with water from the saddle, let the child wash his hands and face, and then handed over the food in his hand, gently rubbed the child's head, wiped the scars on the child's cheeks with his fingers, and said softly:

"You're doing a great job, and it's a reward for helping out just now."

"Thank you."

The old man was already weeping.

In the darkness of a full month, the knights and horse thieves did not see them in their eyes, and for the first time, they were sincere, crying and thanking at the same time.

Wang Anfeng pursed his lips, handed over the food in his hand, and said softly:

"Please eat, old man, tomorrow the sun will rise, and it will be a new day."

The three of them sat in front of the bonfire in a place filled with cold wind and the smell of blood, the old man washed his palms and ate slowly, Wang Anfeng talked to them, only to know that the old man set out from the frontier to go to the city of King Balmain, and was looted here on the way.

"What are you going to do in the royal city?"

Wang Anfeng asked.

The old man swallowed the horse meat, which was not delicious, but it was extremely delicious, and said:

"I want to find my daughter."

"On that day more than 10 years ago, someone passed by our village, and my child, who was bringing me water at that time, was taken by the officials, saying that he wanted to be a maid for the king......"

Wang Anfeng's expression was silent.

The old man's expression became fierce again, his eyes were full of tears, and he said, "I am very poor, my woman has left me, at that time I thought, even if I leave my daughter, but if she can become the king's maid, wouldn't it be much better than following me to endure hardships?" So I said yes......"

"My child, she mended my clothes for the night when she left."

"After that, there has been no news since then, I thought that she had changed her appearance, saw the wealth, and did not want to see me, a poor father, and I hated and was a little happy in my heart."

"It wasn't until some time ago, some time ago that I didn't know that my daughter, my daughter had died, died in the royal city, and had been dead for more than ten years, if it wasn't for that stranger who killed the king, I wouldn't have known about it......"

"I thought to death that my decision back then would give my children a better life...... Woo"

"My unsuccessful father ......"

The old man raised his hand to cover his face, crying silently.

Wang Anfeng was silent for a while, looked into the distance, and said:

"It's still a long way from the city of Balmain...... Are you going to walk on two legs? ”

The old man wiped his tears and said:

"I'm not old enough to die, and I can still walk."

"In a few years, I can't go anymore, I'm going to see my daughter, I want to take her home......"

The boy next to him followed and said loudly:

"I'll be with Amu."

Wang Anfeng slowly threw matches into the fire, stunned.

The old man fell into a deep sleep because of his emotional fluctuations, and the boy leaned against the fire, and suddenly said, "Uncle, you have been to the city of King Balmain, I just saw it." ”

"Did you encounter this kind of thing......

Wang Anfeng said:

"yes."

"But alas, I'm just a passerby."

"As a result, nothing could be saved."

The child nodded a little incomprehensibly, scratched the ground with a branch, and suddenly said sullenly:

"Then why did you save us just now?"

"The man who beat me with the whip said that we were untouchables, and that we had to be chivalrous to save us, and that we should not go near them, and that he wanted some gold, and that the name must be a very good thing."

Wang Anfeng looked at the flames and said:

"Where is the need for any reason for people to save people?"

"Rest well, I'll leave tomorrow."

"The road after that is very safe, you can use the horse thief's horse, you can quickly get to the nearest city, I am here tonight, you can sleep well."

His voice paused, as if assuring the child, and smiled softly:

"Absolutely."

"Today, the world is protecting you......"

The boy rolled his eyes at him and said, "I don't believe you." ”

"There are so many martial arts practitioners in the world!"

"But...... You are definitely the best, the best warrior to me! ”

Wang Anfeng's movements paused.

Then he took his time, still calmly watching the fire.

PS: Today's second update is presented............

5,600 words~

An Feng's resting story, although it was unsatisfactory, almost came to an end......