In Xiding Prefecture, there was a lot of heavy snow a few days ago.

The weather is getting colder, the snow on the road is not waiting to melt, it is trampled into ice, and as far as the eye can see, there is a white expanse everywhere, but the more the sky and the earth are high, and occasionally birds pass through the air, adding two or three points of loneliness.

The caravans that had gone away gradually returned, the crops could not be planted, and there were many men in the city who worked part-time.

There are many fewer pedestrians on the official road.

But on the road of Daqin, no matter what, there are few people in the rivers and lakes.

The world is cold, and for ordinary people, they don't even want to go out of the house for half a step, but for the martial artists who practice martial arts and polish their bodies, it is just an ordinary thing.

West Dingzhou City to the west of a hundred miles.

On the official road, a red thin horse walked and ran on the snow, this horse looked skinny, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, but the steps were extremely steady, the cold wind blew, the mane moved slightly, but there were two points of wind bones.

On horseback sat a young man who looked to be about twenty years old.

Dressed in a black power suit, it is not like an ordinary warrior who only carries a weapon, behind it, carrying a short stick-like thing, and the outside is wrapped in a blue cotton cloth several times, I don't know what it looks like inside, and next to this thing, there is also a very heavy knife on his back.

The whole body is ink-colored, heavy and unsheathed, and the blade is snow-white, which makes people's hearts tight.

The young man's sword eyebrows furrowed tightly, as if he was contemplating.

There is an ink-patterned bag around the waist.

"The dream girl has left this Xidingzhou City, and seems to be in trouble, but she has no worries for the time being."

"This matter should be related to one of the three factions of Fufeng County at this time, the Bulao Pavilion, the power of the Tan family is only in the state city, and the county seat is a little far away, so I can only find out a few places that may be there, and where it is, I have to find it myself."

"In addition, Shaoxia, you have not disguised your appearance on this trip, if you go out from here, those who are chasing the dream girl may be able to guess that the direction you are going is related to the dream girl, and if the dream girl notices you, she will inevitably react and reveal flaws, so it is not beautiful."

"It's better to change and act in secret."

After the disguise, Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and looked ahead.

Just because he already knew where Meng Yuexue had probably landed, Wang Anfeng did not run lightly at this time, so as not to be noticed, and rode a thin horse, only pretending to be a ranger who can be seen everywhere.

His disguise technique, in the past two years learned from the third master Hong Luoyu, although not to get the true transmission, but ordinary martial artists do not want to see the slightest abnormality, even the smell of the body, also through the combination of drugs to camouflage, the wooden sword sheath wrapped, negative behind.

The knife on the back was used by Xiong Ying, the leader of the 27th Company who died in battle.

Twenty-seven company gang, the famous weapon is a long stick, was taken by Gongsun Jing, although this knife is used by Xiong Ying, but the reputation is not in the rivers and lakes, except for the heavy sharpness, there is no peculiarity, there is no slightest charm, straight like a hard broken stone.

But Xiong Ying was heroic when he died in battle, but Wang Anfeng could not throw it down at will, although because of the different positions, the swords were facing each other, but he was also a masterpiece, anyway, to change the shape, simply put this heavy knife behind his back, in order to use it as a blade during this time.

The mind turned, and his expression did not change at all, Wang Anfeng drove the horse, and walked on the official road for about an hour, and saw a post station next to the road, and gently pulled the reins of the horse with his right hand, and the thin horse seemed to be psychic, stopped, and stood next to the post station.

Wang Anfeng let out a breath of white air.

This place is not far from the city where Mengyue Snow is located.

It is precisely because it is not far away, so you need to be careful with your behavior, this is the last post station, there are many people, if there is anything unusual, you should be able to see something.

With this in mind, the young man turned over and dismounted.

At this moment, he had already seen his men come out of the hall, Wang Anfeng handed the reins of the horse to Xiao Er, and walked into the lobby of this post station.

Daqin post station is divided into two kinds, one is official, one is private, this place is obviously the rich family in the city outside the roadside, to receive traveling merchants and knights, to earn some money.

In the hall, you can see that many diners, either wearing thick clothes, full of wealth, dressed as walking merchants, in a pile of threes and twos, talking in a low voice, or just wearing single clothes, with wine on the table, talking and laughing loudly, and the sound of noise rushing to the ears.

Wang Anfeng's gaze swept over those warriors, and landed on the sword blades that were either placed on the table or leaning on the side, his expression did not change, and he only whispered in his heart.

Sure enough, there was a problem.

On this road, there are not many pedestrians, but the post station here is already full, and most of them are people in the rivers and lakes with swords on their backs, and there are a few caravans returning.

At this moment, another junior came over quickly, with kind and pleasant eyebrows, and while beckoning Wang Anfeng to walk to a table, he smiled again and again, and said:

"This master, I'm really embarrassed, we have a lot of people today, and there are really no empty tables."

"There's still a vacant seat over there, why don't you just make do with it and share a table?"

Wang Anfeng was about to speak, but he thought that he was disguised as another identity at this time, so he restrained his movements, paused, and just said lightly:

"It doesn't matter."

The little second breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes swept over the extremely heavy ink knife behind Wang Anfeng, and he hurriedly withdrew his gaze, leading Wang Anfeng forward, and walked to the place near the back window, where there happened to be only two people sitting on a table, and on the other side of the wall, there was a fat man.

There is a long iron stick next to it, the mouth of the bowl is thick, and it dances, and it is difficult for people and horses to get close.

Next to it, there was a handsome young man.

The clothes on his body are quite luxurious, with both grace and warmth, and obviously he doesn't have much martial arts.

When Wang Anfeng looked at the two of them, the man was also looking at Wang Anfeng, carrying a chicken bone in one hand, using it as a toothpick to pick his teeth, his face was lazy, his eyes fell on Wang Anfeng's face, and he didn't care much, but when he saw the ink-colored heavy knife behind Wang Anfeng, his pupils shrank, and his originally slow expression was slightly dignified.

Subconsciously sat a little more serious, and the five fingers of his right hand hanging down moved slightly, and moved closer to the weapon next to him.

At the same time, the little second was also accompanying Xiao to discuss the matter of sharing the table with the handsome young man, and the posture was very low, and the young man did not hold the shelf, he was quite gentle, and kept looking at Xiao Er, and when the latter finished speaking, he smiled and said:

"This kind of thing, naturally."

"It's inconvenient for everyone to go out, so naturally we should be considerate of each other, not to mention that we have already eaten and are about to go upstairs to rest."

Xiao Er was slightly surprised, and then he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, hurriedly let go of his seat, and stood aside.

The handsome young man stood up, smiled at Wang Anfeng and nodded, and walked away, the fat man kept chewing in his mouth, poofed, and spit out the chicken bones in his mouth, and the brittle bones easily penetrated the thick wooden table like a crossbow arrow, and submerged into the bluestone under his feet.

He stood up, grabbed it with his right hand, and held the long iron stick.

The surrounding tables and chairs seemed to shake at the same time, and the wall where the weapon was originally leaning had been pressed out of fine cracks, which showed its heaviness, but in the hands of this man, it seemed to be like a hemp pole, easily, stepping out, walking in front of Wang Anfeng, following behind the handsome young man, and going up to the second floor.

This staircase has been in disrepair for a long time, when ordinary people walk, they will make a squeak sound, the big man is bulky, and he is carrying a long iron stick, when he steps on the steps, he does not make the slightest sound, obviously has a good light skill.

Wang Anfeng watched the two go upstairs.

What this big man did was obviously a manifestation of force, and the warrior walked in the rivers and lakes, this kind of thing happened from time to time, not malicious, purely to avoid trouble.

It's just that at this time, in this place, such a master, Wang Anfeng can't help but feel worried, I don't know if it is related to the trouble that Meng Yuexue fell into.

At this time, the little two had already wiped the stool for Wang Anfeng with a white cloth very diligently, beckoned the latter to sit down, poured a cup of hot tea, and greeted:

"What are you going to eat?"

Wang Anfeng came back to his senses and glanced at the recipe, only to see that it was densely packed with the names of more than thirty dishes, and it seemed that each dish name exuded a huge attraction, attracting the young man's eyes to fall on it, and he couldn't turn it away at all.

Wang Anfeng restrained his primitive urge to glance at other positions, contemplated his heart, his voice was flat, and said:

"Hmmm......"

"Just two, it's fine."

PS: First Update......

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