Uncle Langba's words were very clear to Han Feng, but they were very vague to others, not to mention Lijiao, even Qingqiu couldn't understand it. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info However, unexpectedly, Zhan Fan, who had been standing silently beside him, suddenly moved.

He squatted down with a respectful face, looked at Langba level, and asked, "Master, can you point me out?"

"Pointing you out?" Lang Ba looked puzzled, "Your voice sounds familiar, and your breath has disappeared between being there and not, which shows that your kung fu is in full swing." Hehe, there are few people in the world who can be your opponent, and it's not easy to be so young at such a young age!"

Zhan Fan was praised by Langba, but instead his expression was gloomy: "Master, I ......" He looked at the people around him, and couldn't help but swallow: "I want to go further." ”

Han Feng listened and sighed secretly: Zhan Fan has become cautious as a second son. At the beginning, the young man who was not afraid of heaven and earth, after experiencing many setbacks, finally matured, but he lost all his spirit, and no matter how pure he was, I am afraid that in terms of breaking obstacles, there would be more obstacles.

It's a pity that Master Water said before he died. "The roots and bones are clear and not fascinated", which is rare again.

Although he knew that the Western Dynasty and the King of Yue would inevitably fight in the future, and Zhan Fan would definitely become a tricky figure at that time, Han Feng still felt deeply sorry for him at this moment.

Lang Ba sneered and said, "You have to walk your own way." If you can get to this point, you can see that you must have the guidance of the Master. You have been on this path for a long time, and now you have turned to the sideways, are you not afraid of going astray!" His last sentence suddenly shouted, and the thatch on the stable fell suddenly, and he was so frightened that he took a step back overnight, not to mention everyone present.

Zhan Fan's body also shook. He held the sword in his right hand, and at this time the hilt of the sword was gently propped up on the ground, and he steadied it quietly, still squatting in place: "I'm not afraid." ”

"Aren't you afraid?" Lamba laughed, "so be it." The old man knows the horse with his eyes, and today he destroys his eyes to succeed. You...... If you are willing to cut off your right arm, the old man will teach you. ”

"What?" Zhan Fan couldn't squat anymore, and stood up suddenly, "Master, I have the heart to ask for advice, why are you so entertaining me!" He was angry, and after saying this, he squeezed out of the crowd and left without looking back.

Seeing Zhan Fan walking away, Han Feng exhaled lightly: God knows how nervous he was. What Lang Ba said was not right, the master was not joking, if Zhan Fan could really take this step, then the barrier would have been broken. However, this is what he relies on the most, how can he give up?

Lang Ba shook his head hesitantly and turned the conversation back: "Everyone, everything is ready. Let's go north to Daqingshan tomorrow and look for Tianma!"

Hearing this, Qingqiu rarely showed a childlike smile, and didn't care about Luo Huaixin's amazement. Han Feng, on the other hand, noticed that what Lang Ba said was just "looking for the Heavenly Horse", and his heart sank slightly: Could it be that in such a situation, Master Lang Ba still wasn't completely sure? But think about it, Zhan Zhongyi, who had just come into contact with the night at that time, was not sure about taming the night, let alone others! Of course, if it were replaced by the current uncle, it should be as easy as searching for things, right? Thinking of this, Han Feng couldn't help but look at the sky in the southwest, and said silently in his heart: "Ancestor, are you okay now?"

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The next day, Luo Huaixin reorganized his army and set out to the south; at the same time, Manghou led hundreds of civil and military officials to see off Han Feng, Qingqiu, and Langba who were going north to find Tianma; and at the east gate of Mangcheng, Fengguan, where no one noticed, two men and one woman left on foot wearing heavy cloaks, one of the men held an ordinary iron sword, and the other "man" showed a palm as sharp as a lion's claw, and the woman was graceful and bouncing all the way.

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After walking for more than ten days, the figure of Nanchangmen Mountain has become clearer and clearer. The mountains are towering, and the sand and gravel Gobi are everywhere you look. The closer you get to the base of the mountain, the stronger the wind blows down from the mountain. The yellow sand is all over the sky, and the wind will hit people without a head or a brain. No one could open their eyes, as long as they opened their mouths, their mouths were full of sand. After walking for a day, when I rested at night, I took off my clothes and heard the sound of sand falling to the ground. Due to the lack of water and the inability to wash, after three or two days of hard work, everyone will become discouraged, even in Qingqiu.

Zhang Lejin's ten-member group has been abolished, and except for the two who died, the remaining eight people were directly removed from the army. Han Feng wanted to know their whereabouts, but there was no one to help find out. Fortunately, Luo Huaixin still remembered these loyal and courageous soldiers, and sent a few reliable subordinates to secretly search, only then did he know that the remaining young men had "died violently" one after another. In addition to sighing, Han Feng was helpless, and the person sent by Luo Huaixin to report the news did not explain the general's attitude.

And on this trip, in addition to more than 100 personal soldiers, Manghou also assigned Han Feng two groups of ten. These two ten-person groups help each other, and at the same time supervise each other, and between the intrigues, they pay much less attention to Han Feng and the others. Maybe it was because they heard about the tragic ending of Zhang Lejin's ten-member group, they didn't dare to get close to Han Feng, and even looked at him with more suspicion and fear in their eyes. In order to walk the mountain road, Han Feng rode the night, Qingqiu rode Xiaozhuo, and the rest of the people rode descendants of Tianma. It can be said that the group took away the top mounts of the entire Western Dynasty. It's a big adventure, and you may or may not have anything to gain.

Because of the contract signed with the Northern Dynasty, they did not need to be modified in the direction of Lidu, but they replaced the document when they passed through the Mochizuki Pass at the foot of Nagato Mountain. Due to the fact that the Northern Dynasty and the Zhan Dynasty were fighting each other, although Mochizuki Pass did not intersect with the Zhan Dynasty, it was still heavily guarded.

The leader of the local garrison received a carrier pigeon report from Fengguan Mangcheng three days ago, so before Han Feng and his party came to the pass, the Beidai garrison came to ten miles outside the pass to greet them warmly.

The leader of the garrison is surnamed Yuan Mingshengxian, and he looks like an ordinary middle-aged man. Now the brave generals who can fight well in the Northern Dynasty have been sent to the southern battlefield, and those who guard this Mochizuki Pass are either mediocre or stupid.

Yuan Sheng did things tepidly first, and the reception of Xidai and his party was done very properly. He should be a person who pays attention to enjoyment, although the surrounding environment is harsh, he still does everything he can, and takes care of everything he can, from clothing, clothing, housing and transportation to all aspects, even Han Feng and Qingqiu, who don't care about enjoying outside their bodies, also praised a few words from the bottom of their hearts.

And what surprised Han Feng the most was what Yuan Sheng saw outside his study when he invited him to come from home as a guest. The study room was half closed, and there was no light in the room, but it could be seen that the interior was simple and elegant. There is a word hanging on the wall, which is written in a sparse and unearthly manner: "The most useless remnant." ”

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