Looking at the new soil, looking at the thousands of horseshoe prints on the new soil, Han Feng was speechless for a long time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It won't be long before this fertile land will grow with grass and perhaps wildflowers. Those wildflowers will be very red, bright red, red as fire, red as blood.

Because they were brought up on flesh and blood.

No one will know that there are thousands of mountain bandits under this land, there is a garrison of Windy City Huadu who has failed in a rebellion, and a fake prince who has acted too thoroughly.

I don't know why, but Han Feng thought of Wanrou at this moment. He came to the Windy City Huadu, and the first news he learned about Zhan Zheng was Wanrou.

It was a fine day, and it was a good day. The east bank of Qingjiang Creek blows and blows, so lively.

He was on the flower boat, down the river on the west bank, and was alarmed by the singing and laughter on the east bank, and stopped combing Wanrou's hair. Then, Wanrou said that it was the second prince of King Yue who was taking a concubine, and it was the Oiran Jiang Yan of Qingjiangxi.

Wanrou was very envious of Jiang Yan at that time, and felt that she had great blessings.

Now it seems that Jiang Yan's life is really bitter. When she returns home after fighting the bandits this time, most of Wanrou will sigh and sigh.

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The scout came to report that the base camp of the mountain bandits was uncertain, and they only knew that it was near Qinghe City. These days, however, pirate harassment is much more rampant than before. It is said that the pirates had just gone through a bloody battle for power, and the newly appointed pirate leader took advantage of the "three fires of the new official to take office" to make some achievements, so he attacked day and night, and had already hit the shore from the sea, killing the people of several fishing villages.

What surprised Han Feng and Zhan Fan was that the mountain bandits actually fought with the pirates.

In order to better find out the news of the enemy, Han Feng and Zhan Fan, the two people with the strongest kung fu, traveled alone after the army entered the jurisdiction of Qinghe City, dressed as two travelers, and went straight to Rutong County, where mountain bandits were most rampant.

Han Feng rode Jiuzhuo, but fortunately, he also brought it out before, and it happened to be lent to Zhan Fan, who had no mount.

The horse is a handsome man, and I don't know how many women's eyes have attracted along the way. Han Feng has long been accustomed to being stared at by women, but Zhan Fan rarely goes down the mountain, this time he followed Han Feng through the village and town, and was quite unbearable to be looked at by the hot eyes of those girls, and he almost hid behind Han Feng with his face covered several times, as he said before: Twisting and pinching like a big girl.

Han Feng was so amused by Zhan Fan that he almost forgot that this guy had the identity of a prince, but although Zhan Fan didn't act like a down-and-out prince, the words he asked made Han Feng cry and laugh all the time: "Brother Han, why are those women so shameless?"

When Zhan Fan said this, Han Feng had always been glad that Erma's footsteps were fast. Because although Zhan Fan was asking, when he spoke, he covered the lower half of his face and glared angrily at a few village girls who were pointing and talking and laughing at Tian Tun, and he spoke loudly.

Especially when it comes to the words "shameless", he is almost scolding people at the top of his voice.

Han Feng had no doubt that if Jiuzhuo's footsteps stopped for a while, if Yizhang Hei's speed slowed down, the two of them would fall into the angry siege of the villagers. Even if Zhan Fan had the combat strength to kill a thousand people by one person, he would be drowned by the saliva of those villagers.

Of course, although Zhan Fan does not speak through his brain, he is not without merit. In addition to his high martial arts, he does not put on a princely stand, admires Han Feng in his heart, and obeys his eldest brother unconditionally, he is also very able to endure hardships.

This was something Han Feng didn't expect.

He has always felt that Zhan Fan has lived in good conditions since he was a child, and even if he goes to Yunxiao Mountain to practice martial arts with masters, he can't change the habit of eating, drinking, living, sleeping well, but he ignores one point: If he can't endure hardships, how can Zhan Fan learn extraordinary kung fu.

It can be said that Zhan Fan's kung fu has already stood at the peak of mortals, and one step further is the unattainable god position for mortals.

Therefore, although Zhan Fan has a terrible cleanliness habit in morality, he is very casual in his daily life. casually to the point of eating pickles with steamed buns and eating with relish, sleeping on the floor with wheat straw on the pillow and snoring like thunder.

At this point, even Han Feng admired him very much, but as the two of them got to know each other better and became familiar with each other, Han Feng gradually realized that it was not a good thing that Zhan Fan could endure hardships.

Because when a morally clean person can endure hardship, he will invisibly put pressure on the people around him: if you don't suffer like him, you will be embarrassed to talk to him.

This originated from the third day when Han Feng and Zhan Fan went on the road together. It took more than an hour to rush from Dongping Town to Yiyang Village in front, and the two of them had nothing to do on the road, Han Feng's battlefield story had been squeezed out by Zhan Fan, and there was really nothing to tell at this time, so Zhan Fan finally began to look at Brother Han beside him with a different eye.

"Brother Han, you are amazing. ”

Han Feng was shocked, thinking that Zhan Fan was thinking of competing with himself again. He snorted and said, "Why do you suddenly say that?"

Zhan Fan frowned and said, "You are so good at kung fu, but you don't practice much every morning." Alas, I'm so stupid, no matter how I practice, I can't compare to you people with good talents. He paused, his good-looking eyebrows suddenly tightened, as if he had made up his mind: "Brother Han, blame me for being too lazy." From tomorrow onwards, I wake up one hour earlier every day. In a month, I must surpass you!"

Hearing this, Han Feng almost fell off Jiuzhuo's back. In the past few days, the whole army knew that the young prince would get up every morning to practice his sword. The sound of the sword whirred, like the north wind blowing through the entire military camp in the wax moon, made everyone sleep badly. If he says that he is lazy, he believes that the vast majority of people in the world will die of shame, and the rest will bury their faces in the cracks of the ground in shame, never intending to lift them up.

An hour earlier, it would be ugly.

Doesn't this little prince have to sleep?

After listening to Zhan Fan's determination, Han Feng suddenly felt his shoulders sink down. He was not a person who was willing to be left behind, and he didn't want to lose 108,000 miles away in the hard-working and hard-working thing that Lidu people are best at, so he sighed lightly and made up his mind.

In a trance, he heard Bai Tong's praise.

And in the following days, Han Zhan and the others went on the road with two dark circles under their eyes every day, and Zhan Fan finally didn't have the strength to pay attention to the woman on the side of the road - he was napping on a horse.

The two of them were so "friendly" all the way, and when they arrived in Rutong Town, they felt that most of their physical strength was consumed on the road, and if their identity was discovered by mountain bandits and pirates, it would be very bad.

For the first time in their history, the two decided to sleep soundly for the day.

And this sleep, the sky was dark, until the town came from the screams and incomprehensible roars, and the two of them rubbed their eyes dimly and sat up.

It's already dusk outside the window. Half of the sky was red with the fiery clouds of the setting sun, and the red was all too familiar to both of them: it was a blood-red red.

Jiuzhuo and Yizhanghei kept neighing in the inn's stables, as if trying to warn the owner upstairs to be careful. Then, there was a sound of slamming the door downstairs of the inn.

After slamming the door, it was followed by kicking the goal.

The door panel fell, and the two screams were supposed to belong to the innkeeper and the man.

Han Feng and Zhan Fan glanced at each other and silently took out their weapons separately.

The light of the red rainbow sword reflected the setting sun, which was particularly dazzling. And Zhan Fan still had the ordinary iron sword in his hand, and the iron sword was shining with blood that had not been wiped clean.

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