The wooden door was hidden, and there was a creak when it was pushed open.

The air in the cellar wasn't very good, and there was a smell of old, rotten dust mixed with some strange smells, some like the smell of paper being burned.

Fang San was very careful, he knew that this Northern Wilderness man was here.

There was some sand scattered on the ground, faintly showing signs of being dug up, this cellar was very rough, Fang San carried a lantern and carefully illuminated an area, there were many black jars here.

Fang San opened a black jar, and a smell of wine came out, these were all good stored wines.

This place is really rough, very different from the chic construction outside Fengluan Pavilion. But this is also normal, after all, no one will come to see what a cellar is like.

It's huge, and there are several roads, like a labyrinth. However, Fang San has trained, and in this environment, he can clearly remember the road in his mind.

Finding someone in such an environment is pure luck.

Three forks in the road appeared in front of him, and Fang San observed back and forth, and finally found the clue. At the end of the fork in the road there is a wooden shelf, on which are neatly stacked with wine jars. The wine jars on both sides of the road are intact, but on the middle road, the wooden frame seems to have been knocked down, and the wine jars on top are broken all over the ground, and there are still dripping drinks.

Fang San blew out the lamp and didn't rush over, waiting until his eyes were used to the darkness before he cautiously walked over.

It was almost impossible to see the fingers here, but there seemed to be a looming fire in the distance, illuminating the surroundings.

Fang San stepped on the ground, perhaps because of the spilled wine, it was very sticky here. He approached with a full force, and finally approached the firelight.

A candle was burning slowly, and it looked like the flame was steady, and there must have been a vent nearby. The air isn't very fresh, but at least it doesn't feel stuffy.

This candle should have been lit by the people of the Northern Wilderness.

Only now, where are the people of the Northern Wilderness?

Fang San was suddenly startled and hurriedly turned around, he had always thought it was the wind, but when the voice became clearer, he had already realized that something was wrong.

He quickly rolled on his side, and heard a whirring. A long axe whizzed past him and landed heavily on a pile of wooden boxes. The wooden box was directly chopped to pieces by the axe, and the wood slag flew everywhere.

The figure of the Northern Wilderness appeared in front of him, and in the gloomy cellar, the head of the Northern Wilderness could almost touch the top, so he could only slash sideways with two axes in both hands.

Seeing that the blow missed, the people of the Northern Wilderness threw the axe aside and ran straight over.

The ground seemed to be trembling, and for Fang San, this was a giant in front of him.

When the Northern Wilderness Man was about to approach Fang San, Fang San finally moved, he grabbed the wooden stick that had been prepared in his hand and stabbed it at the head of the Northern Wilderness Man.

The Northern Wilderness was also an experienced martial artist, and when he saw Fang San's wooden stick stabbing at him, he raised his foot and kicked it over.

Boom!

Fang San's right hand was kicked squarely by the Northern Wilderness People, and he suddenly felt a tingle in his entire arm, as if it had been broken.

Fang Sanqiang endured the piercing pain coming from his right arm, and he could already hear the heavy footsteps of the Northern Wilderness people in his ears. He got up from the ground with a carp, grasped a wine jar on a wooden shelf with his left hand, and pushed it down.

Originally, he wanted to grab this wine jar and smash it on the person's head, who knew that the wine jar was full of wine, even if it was an adult, he needed both hands to pick it up, and he couldn't hold it.

The jug fell to the ground, and the tiles shattered, and wine sprayed out of it.

His right hand was completely unable to exert his strength, and the Northern Wilderness man ignored the wine on the ground, and grabbed him with one hand.

That hand was very powerful, and grabbed Fang San's collar as if lifting a chicken.

Between the lightning and flint, Fang San pointed his left hand together, and stabbed at the eyes of the people of the Northern Wilderness.

Burst!

The right eye of the Northern Wilderness was directly stabbed, and the blood-drenched scene in his imagination was not seen, but there was a solid wooden block blocking his fingertips.

That's a prosthetic eye!

This Northern Wilderness man turned out to be a one-eyed!

No wonder this person made a partial bang, and his hair blocked his right eye, but he didn't expect that this right eye was gone at all!

Boom!

Fang San was thrown directly out and fell heavily to the ground. The Northern Wilderness man brushed his hair down again and covered his right eye.

……

On the shore of Tianshui Lake, the debate has reached the most critical moment.

Originally, it was a poem, but now it has begun to be violently debated. A small pavilion nearby is decorated with rice paper, and for each pair of poems, a special person uses it to store it.

The parties have different views on the war. Some people think that they should send heavy troops, taking advantage of the fact that the emperor of the Northern Wilderness is now in critical health, and attack north in one fell swoop. Some people think that it is too risky, and they can first control the Western Regions, which are now somewhat unstable, and combine vertical and horizontal, attack from afar and closely, and put pressure on the Northern Wilderness and Western Territory through the Western Regions, so as to balance the military disparity between the two sides.

No matter which point of view it is, the Taifu of the Yan Wangfu present is all smiling, smiling with his long beard.

The position of Taifu was originally the emperor's teacher, and the usual prince's master was called the prince's chief history, but the Great Zhou Dynasty made changes, and the prince's teacher can also be called Taifu.

Taifu was an old minister of the two dynasties, and he was accustomed to seeing the chaos of the previous dynasty, but now that he has calmed down, he feels very happy to see the fierce debate among young people.

He caught a glimpse of King Yan in the crowd and wanted to get up, but was motioned by King Yan to sit down. King Yan wasn't prepared to be too ostentatious.

"Such a grand occasion, it's really my luck for Da Zhou, if it was in the Northern Wilderness, I don't think there would be such a scene." King Yan sighed.

Tang Yundao: "The Northern Wilderness is a country established by force, and they don't pay attention to literature and Taoism. ”

"Fight the country immediately, can you still rule the world immediately? Although the soldiers and horses of the Northern Wilderness are strong, they are just a barbarian! Yan Wang's face was full of disdain.

Suddenly, a burst of fat powder aroma wafted in, Tang Yun smelled familiarity, turned around and said, "Ah Qiao? ”

turned his head, but it was another girl, the Oiran of Fengluan Pavilion Rudong.

Rudong didn't have the slightest expression on his face, but just saluted King Yan and said, "The slave family has seen His Highness. ”

Ah Qiao, who was beside Rudong, said angrily: "Brother Tang, you can even admit your mistakes!" ”

The lake is sparkling, accompanied by beauties, King Yan laughed and said, "Let's go, let's go to the center of the lake to have a look!" ”

……

Fang San fell to the ground, and the smell of wine around him was very solemn.

The people of the Northern Wilderness did not kill him, but threw him aside and left.

Fang San saw that there were also two people beside him, it was Fang Wu and Fang Qi, both of them were covered in dust, tied with ropes, and their mouths were also stuffed with strips of cloth.

Fang San hurriedly untied the two of them, and suddenly smelled a strange smell when he saw it.

He walked between the jars, and suddenly found some cotton threads, connected to some of them. He opened a jug, but instead of wine, it contained a pile of black particles.