Chapter Seventy-Two: A Little Cottage in the Country

After walking for five days, Zhang Fang and his party only walked more than 1,000 miles, and the footsteps of 200 miles a day.

The road is not smooth, mostly rugged mountain roads, and it is not easy to walk.

"Hall Master, there's a small village in front, should we go over and rest!" Han Ping rode a fast horse and stopped at the side of the carriage.

Zhang Fang lifted the curtain, looked at the sky and said, "Okay, the brothers are tired of walking, it's time to rest." ”

Now he was also tired, and the carriage ride was not easy, and now that the weather was getting late, he had to stop and sleep.

Crossing the small river ditch that winds like a silver snake in front, and behind the shade of the trees on the opposite side is the small village!

While walking, you can still hear the roosters and dogs barking, and you can hear a few whispers inside.

There are many trees outside the small village, many huts inside, and there are small courtyards surrounded by bamboo strips, and vegetables are planted in the courtyard, exuding a strong local style.

Looking at the familiar countryside in front of him, Zhang Fang remembered his hometown in Qishui City, which was such a layout.

When Zhang Fang and the others entered the village, many strong men and young men held hoes, big sand knives, sharpened bamboo guns, etc., and stared at them angrily.

When Zhang Fang saw this, his face was ancient and there was no wave!

Although they also travel in disguise in order to hide their identities, they are also wearing swords and weapons around them, and this is usually the source of trouble, and these people are understandably hostile to them.

This world is not a previous life, communication and transportation are inconvenient, and the area effectively managed by the government is not wide, and it can only radiate a radius of 100 miles around.

In front of them, such a remote village that is out of the jurisdiction of the government is often attacked and harassed by bandits, so it is extremely vigilant against people with murder weapons.

First, a rough man in a tiger skin skirt walked out, he held a red tasseled spear, and looked at Zhang Fang and his party, very calm and untimid.

He shouted, "Who are you?"

"This strong man, I came from Linshan County, this trip is to go to Sanquan County to go to relatives, the family suffered a great disaster, had no choice but to go away, the path here, see the sky is not early, so specially bothered you, please take me in and wait for one night, I will stay soon, and leave early tomorrow morning. ”

Zhang Fang briefly explained the origin and request of himself and others, and his tone was very tactful, and he didn't want to offend this group of villagers.

Zhang Fang had restrained the brothers in the church before he traveled, and no one dared to disobey his will, so he never clashed with the villagers along the way.

Dahan glanced at Zhang Fang, although the young man dressed as a rich boy had a sincere attitude, he did not dare to relax his guard.

"You are carrying such a murder weapon, you must not be a good person, you must be a wandering bandit!" Dahan did not believe Zhang Fang's statement, he had also seen through the disguise of many bandits.

The surrounding villagers immediately clenched their hands, glared at Zhang Fang and the others, and started a fight if they didn't agree with each other.

And Zhang Fang's subordinates also clenched their weapons one after another, and it can be said very responsibly that once the two sides start fighting, it will definitely be the end of the defeat of the villagers.

Although Zhang Fang has few people, the local chickens, tiles, dogs, and rabble in front of them are their opponents.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't want to have a conflict with you, just to stay overnight, these weapons are just weapons for our self-defense, walking outside, without these, I'm afraid it will be difficult to move an inch. ”

Zhang Fang smiled and stopped the commotion of the brothers, calmed them down, and tried to be kind to these village names as much as possible.

"Brother Zhou, you can't trust them, who can guarantee their true intentions. Someone ran to the strong man's side and said, not caring if Zhang Fang heard it.

The strong man thought about it, looked at Zhang Fang and the others again, and didn't see any malice, and he didn't want to embarrass them too much.

But he was still not at ease, so he had a long heart, and said: "You can stay overnight if you want, but your weapons can't be left with you!"

Han Ping took a step forward and said softly in Zhang Fang's ear: "Hall Master..."

They were very reluctant to hand over the weapons in their hands in this way, and their safety could not be effectively guaranteed without weapons. Besides, handing over the weapons in their hands like this would not make them appear weak, weak and deceitful.

Zhang Fang raised his right hand lightly to stop Han Ping from speaking, how could he not know the thoughts of Han Ping and the rest of his subordinates.

"That's it!" Zhang Fang thought about it seriously, waved his hand, and asked his subordinates to hand over their weapons.

In this way, he was finally able to enter the village, even if he lost his weapon, it was not too bad for Zhang Fang now.

With the light and strange flying flower footwork, coupled with the terrifying power of the blue needle clear palm, it is really not inferior to the Flame Knife, and the combat power will not be too damaged.

What's more, without the Nine Rings Broadsword, he has no knife to use?

Not only that, but the group of villagers in front of him, even if they were burly men at the level of strength, could not take a slap under Zhang Fang's hands.

Along the way, Zhang Fang and Dahan also became familiar with each other and knew each other a lot.

The Han surname is Zhou Mingye Xun, is a famous hunter in the mountain village, a good kung fu, usually also teaches the children in the village to practice martial arts, but also leads the village to protect the villagers from the attack of the rogues, is a celebrity in the mountain village, loved by the villagers.

When he reached a place, Zhang Fang suddenly stopped.

"Brother Zhou, which family is running the funeral?"

Zhang Fang pointed to a group of people in white mourning clothes in the distance, who were carrying a pitch-black coffin into the distance.

"Oh, lying here is the second son of the old man Li in the village, who went to the county seat hundreds of miles away a few days ago to catch the market, but somehow, after coming back, he was not feeling well, and then he died strangely. ”

Zhou Yexun said, and sighed for Old Man Li from time to time, such a young man died, causing a tragedy for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.

Zhang Fang listened and thought, his eyes squinted a line, quietly watching the group of people go away, his left eye moved slightly just now, and he sensed a trace of unusual breath.

His left eye has undergone tremendous changes since absorbing the power contained in the evil eye, and it has many wonderful uses, and he can sense unusual breaths.

Zhou Yexun arranged Zhang Fang's subordinates in several Orion houses that he was familiar with, while Zhang Fang lived in his home.

The breeze is cool, and the night in the mountain village is very cool, and the breeze on the face is as soft and silky as the jade hand of a young woman.

The village is neither big nor small, with more than 100 families, living an idyllic life from sunrise to sunset, although they are poor but also comfortable.

The moon is a full moon, and tonight's moon is surprisingly large, and it is more dazzling and dazzling.

Zhou Yexun's wife made a sumptuous pastoral dish, and after dinner, the night was already very late, and everyone was already asleep, falling into a sweet dream.

Duzhang leaned in front of the window, looking at the full moon, as if thinking about something.

"There!" Zhang Fang's left eye glowed with a cold green light, and he followed the induction Zhang Fang to use his internal strength, and ran out of the village with flying steps.

After late at night, Zhang Fang had been quietly sensing the unusual breath, and sure enough, he found a trace.