After leaving the nameless creek, the rest of the road was very wet, but there was no stream or water source in sight, which led directly to a very serious problem: no water to wash your hands. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The smell of abalone filled the whole caravan, but this smell made everyone forget the fear and fear of the future while being smoked to death, but instead eliminated the estrangement between each other in the stench, and they were much more enthusiastic.

The people of the caravan had to pass through the stream every year, and they had long been accustomed to such a change of mood, but to their surprise, Han Feng, who had entered the forest for the first time, did not reveal the ecstasy that ordinary beginners showed after fully relaxing, but still looked indifferently and firmly into the distance, and drove the unusually red horse along the narrow road in the mountains and forests without slowness.

He hugged the beautiful woman in front of him with his left hand, and held a purple gold scimitar in his right hand. Everyone in that kind of scimitar caravan had it, and even some people had much better scimitar materials than his, after all, they passed through Fangyu Village all the year round, and the last stop before entering the Cangwu Forest to recuperate, it was also the most important stop for selecting blades to use to save their lives.

All the year round, the so-called businessmen more or less know some self-defense skills. The knives in their hands were not showy, but none of them could use knives like Han Feng. The grass and trees in the forest of the cangwu grow very fast, and if it doesn't come for two or three months, the road that has just been opened up last time has been submerged under countless vines and grasses, and every time the road has to be reopened, God knows what method the army of the country used to kill the forest of the cangwu and slaughter so many people.

The merchants did not care about the lives of the people, but they cared about how to open the road in order to save their physical strength more and make the road more stable. When he first entered the forest, because everyone was shrouded in the shadow of danger to the forest, no one dared to let Han Feng, who entered the forest for the first time, be responsible for opening the way. But now relaxed, everyone had the leisure to pay attention to the others, and the leader of the caravan saw the difference of this young man.

Although he walked in the middle and rear of the journey, because of the width of the Nine Seals, he also had to leave some new roads aside for the mount to pass better. The technique he used was ordinary, nothing more than chopping and smashing, but his strength was very precise and the goal was very clear, so that every time he slashed, it was a new world, and the vines were separated in front of him, as if they had an autonomous consciousness to avoid. This kind of knife technique reminded the leader of a legend, and at the same time found the most suitable word to describe him: "easy to use".

According to legend, only hunters who know the most about mountains and forests can use this unpredictable knife technique, and the mountain spirits and water monsters are afraid to avoid this kind of hunters. In the eyes of the leader, although Han Feng said that he had a "little white face" face, in this situation in front of him, there was no doubt that he was a talisman for the caravan.

Under the instructions of the leader, Han Feng was unconsciously squeezed to the front of the team by several people and took on the important task of opening the way.

Obviously, the statement that the "Mountain Spirit Water Monster" can't avoid people like Han Feng is extremely unreliable.

Because Jiuzhuo had just walked to the front of the line, and within fifty steps, everyone heard a woman's cry for help from the depths of the mountain forest on their right.

"Help!

The woman spoke the purest language of Daiguo, and her voice was poignant and desperate. The reins in Han Feng's hand tightened, and Jiu Zhuo had a good relationship with him, and he had already stopped.

"Keep walking. Han Feng looked back, but he didn't expect to hear the leader's answer.

Han Feng almost suspected that he had misheard. Now it is very close to the Elephant City, and in the endless forest to the southwest of the Elephant City, his mother family lives. In view of the attitude of the Dai people towards the Yi people, if he heard the cry for help of a Yi woman at this time, Han Feng would not be surprised by the cold-blooded of the caravan, but it was clearly the cry for help of a Dai Guo woman, which was clearly their compatriots.

What's more, this woman shouted more and more urgently, even if this woman has nothing to do with anyone, but she is so frightened and afraid, she is just a man, and there is a need to save her.

Jiuzhuo did not mean to raise his legs and take steps, neither indicating that he intended to leave, nor did he intend to save people. But Wanrou couldn't help it first: "Xianggong, should we go over and have a look." According to you...... Is there any danger over there?"

However, Wan Rou's voice fell, Han Feng did not reply, and the leader had already stopped: "I can't go." It's not people over there!"

"Not a person?" Wanrou shuddered, and all kinds of ghosts and ghosts that the bustard's mother had talked about when she was a child suddenly appeared in front of her, and she couldn't help but shrink into Han Feng's arms, but she felt that this cold and damp winter was even colder.

Han Feng was also a little uneasy by the word "not human", but he got along more with things like Bai Tong who were "not human" day and night, which made him more or less prepared for strange things in the mountains and wilderness. He hugged Wanrou tightly, and at the same time secretly asked what the white boy leader meant by his words.

The white boy is a spiritual creature of the Ajin clan, and returning to the forest is like going home to it. It gathered the wisdom of the previous generations of Ajin patriarchs, and it was very familiar with the mountains and rivers here, so when he heard Han Feng ask, he immediately opened his mouth: "Can you learn how to speak?" The snake and the beaver who have become the spirit will be able to shout a few times, and even the wren brother who has become the spirit can open his mouth and shout a few times...... Of course, the sound will not be so beautiful. In addition to wild beasts, flowers and plants can also be used. According to the legend of our Ajin tribe, there is a kind of metamorphosis flower in the depths of the forest, which can make all the sounds in the world just by rubbing the flowers and plants, and then lead the things it wants to lead over, and then wrap them around the rhizome and enjoy them slowly...... However, this flower does not appear near the 'Holy Land'. ”

Seeing that Bai Tong showed off his knowledge, Han Feng was quite impatient: "Say something useful!"

Feeling Han Feng's anger, Bai Tong restrained himself a little, and finally got back to business: "You are the ...... Or rather...... The so-called 'mountain spirits and water monsters' of their generation are the gods of heaven and earth for our people. There are gods of nature, mountains, water, flowers and plants, and these gods are also good and evil. They don't have much affection for generations, the so-called 'harmful' things...... Maybe it happens from time to time. ”

"Gods?" Han Feng sighed lightly, he didn't know that the Ajin clan worshiped many gods, but most of these gods were classified as evil ghosts and monsters after the invasion of the generations, and even the wooden plaque that was worshiped by the Yi people was burned.

Generations also have their own gods, but no one has a deeper contact with them, except for the use of them to make up excuses when they rebel. This feeling made Han Feng always think that the gods were far away from him, but he didn't expect to enter the Cangwu Forest only to realize that they were beside him.

The conversation between him and Bai Tong could never be known to a third person, so when he drank the horse and continued to walk forward, Wanrou's eyes widened and her face was full of puzzlement. She desperately turned her head to look at the place where the voice came from, but she felt that Han Feng hugged her so tightly that she couldn't struggle, but she also had an illusion - the voice had been following her, and even when the caravan was camping in the forest that night, she could still vaguely hear the woman's cry for help.

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