After continuing to rest for about half an hour, Nie Feng left the tea stall and set foot on the road again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was past noon, Nie Feng took out the dry food he carried with him to satisfy his hunger a little, then let go of the reins, and let the black horse under his crotch walk slowly, the road ahead is long, such a boring life, at least more than ten days will pass, looking at the vast road in front of him, Nie Feng couldn't help but sigh faintly.

"Woo ......"

With a long roar, I saw a huge flying bird, flying from the top of Nie Feng's head, flying far away, passing through several layers of clouds, and soon leaving a trace of afterimage in the sky.

Looking at the giant bird flying by, Nie Feng couldn't help but feel slightly distracted, if he could turn into a flying bird, jump into the sky, and enjoy a real freedom and soaring, it would not be in vain to be in the world.

Suddenly, the image of an old man flashed in Nie Feng's mind, and the old man rode the black eagle transformed by sword qi and flew swiftly and incoherently.

Nie Feng remembered clearly that the old man in his mind was the eighth grandfather of Qing Ling'er who he had never forgotten, and he was also the person with the highest cultivation that Nie Feng had seen and heard since he was born, and the only sword god in his mind.

"Sword God! If I can achieve that kind of cultivation, I can also turn into a black eagle and carry me thousands of miles away, hehe! Alas, when will I be able to touch that realm!"

With a long sigh again, Nie Feng looked deeply at the giant bird that had long disappeared in the distance, his eyes were full of hope for the future, now he is no matter what, he can be regarded as embarking on the road of kendo cultivation, and the next thing is to see his efforts and opportunities, if his diligence and opportunities have reached a certain level, I believe that one day, he can also truly touch the realm of the sword god, and then turn into his own spirit birds and beasts, and dominate the world.

It was getting late, in order to find a comfortable place to live before the sun set, Nie Feng had to urge the dark horse under his crotch and run fast for an hour.

The post station was built by kind-hearted people to raise funds, and it was also complete for all uses, but compared with the inn in Guyun City, it was too shabby, but even so, in this kind of wilderness where there is no village and no store in the back, it is also a place where merchants must fight.

Because the place is too small, and there are only a dozen houses, in addition to moving in early, there are often situations of competition with each other, such as this time, being caught up by Nie Feng.

When Nie Feng arrived, there was only one empty room left in the inn, but two people had already arrived in advance before Nie Feng and were arguing.

Nie Feng got off the horse and walked slowly towards the registration office of the post station, and the black horse had been led by a sword slave at the post station, and he had gone to drink water and feed him. After all, people have limited accommodations, but horses are much more spacious, but no one wants to sleep with them.

The closer I got, the louder and louder the quarrel became.

"This brother, we came a moment before you, according to the rules, this empty room is ours? Besides, you see, my daughter is still seriously ill, if she sleeps out for a night, I am afraid that her condition will worsen a little, you should pity our grandfather, and give me this room, okay?"

It was an old man who spoke, and next to him was a girl with a pale yellow face, and the girl's palm was gently on the old man's shoulder, as if a breeze could blow it down, and anyone with a discerning eye could almost see that the woman was indeed seriously ill, and it was a serious illness that was likely to kill people.

The old man's gray beard trembled slightly, and his face was anxious, and there were almost tears flashing in his eyes. But the rough and reckless man in front of him was not moved at all.

"Phew, who saw that you came before me? I just went to the side and was taken advantage of by you, how did it become that you came earlier than me? Besides, there is only one room, and if I give it to you, I have to sleep on the streets, why? Lao Tzu hasn't spent this kind of open-air camping in the past few years!"

The rude and reckless man spoke in an urn, but it was obvious that he was quite a bit of nonsense, and several people on the side couldn't help pouting dissatisfiedly, but they were afraid of the power of the reckless man, but no one dared to come forward to persuade him.

And the steward of the post station, obviously accustomed to such a scene, did not even persuade at all, but watched the excitement with a smile.

Although the old man was a little frightened of the rudeness of the reckless man, in order to take care of his daughter, he obviously did not want to give up this room that clearly belonged to him, turned his head to look at his rather haggard daughter, and couldn't help but stomp his foot hard.

"This brother, we will pay you an extra tael of silver, please give us the room, okay?"

Speaking of this, the onlookers sighed slightly, one or two silver, I'm afraid it's already the old man's income for a year, but for his own daughter, he can be so willing, pity the hearts of parents all over the world!

But emotion is emotion, although there are many people around, none of them are willing to give up their room, and of course, no one is willing to come forward to persuade them.

"Hmph, you call me Hanako! If you really want this room, well, so be it, ten taels of silver! Yes, just ten taels! Give it to me, and the room will be given to you, how about it?"

The rough and reckless man even grinned widely, his white teeth as if a fierce beast that eats people and does not spit out bones is baring its teeth.

"What? ten...... Ten taels?"

The old man's eyes couldn't help but widen, not to mention that he only earned two or three taels at most a year, even if he worked hard to save ten taels of silver, it was estimated that it was his pension money or the final treatment money for his daughter, how could he give it all to others because of a night's stay!

"Forget it, we don't fight for the room!......"

The old man shook his head helplessly, and with a final sigh, he almost set off a heavy weight and smashed it on Nie Feng's heart, making the latter's original blood even more surging at the moment.

"Wait!"

Just as the old man was about to turn around and leave, a young man's rather immature voice suddenly sounded, making everyone's eyes cast on the source of the sound.

At this moment, a black-clothed young man, holding an iron sword, stared at the lazy and reckless man with wide eyes, slowly raised his legs, and walked into the crowd.

"What? Do you have anything expensive?"

The rough and reckless man's lazy expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, and only a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, replaced not only by banter, but even with a little contempt. He didn't believe that a stinky boy would dare to meddle with his affairs, let alone a lonely little fellow.

"You're not doing it! It's just ...... This last room looks like it's mine!"

Nie Feng learned the reckless man's expression, and went straight to a stool and sat down, with the same lazy demeanor, almost vividly.

Everyone burst into laughter, which made the originally lazy reckless man gradually change his face.