"If you go to Xiangcheng quickly, it will only take you twenty days. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Zhan Zhongqi stood at the stern of the boat and said to Han Feng's back.

Han Feng quietly turned his head and looked at Wanrou beside Zhan Zhongqi, as if he was inquiring.

Wanrou's eyes were red, but she finally nodded and said, "You be careful all the way." ”

Qingqiu hadn't gotten on the boat at this time, and when he saw a few people like this, he took Xiaozhuo and said, "To the south, it is blocked by mountains and forests, so you have to have better leg strength." ”

Han Feng said "thank you", put on the saddle for Xiaozhuo, turned over and got on the horse, and said "take care" to everyone, and urged Ma Nan to go.

Zhang Lejin and the others realized that Emperor Han, who they had been ordered to protect, was going to rush to the Cangwu Forest alone, and they were in a hurry and wanted to get on the horse to chase after them, but Xiaozhuo ran away, and when they got on the horse and looked south, they saw that the yellow dust was rolling between heaven and earth, and where was Han Feng's figure.

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Han Feng shook off the ten-man team and drove Xiaozhuo towards the south. It was rare for him to gallop so fast, and at this moment on horseback, the scenery on both sides of the scenery he saw galloped backwards, and he only felt infinite pleasure for a while.

And in this galloping wind, he contemplated the people and things he had seen through the forest before, and secretly wondered what had happened to make him unable to get out.

Xiangcheng has become a dead city, so Lijiao will inevitably not be in trouble because of the affairs of the generation, in this case, it can only be a dispute within the Yi people.

Thinking of this, Han Feng suddenly took a deep breath and understood what Lijiao was disturbed by.

It's the so-called mountain people!

The people on the mountain are no longer pure Yi people, they rely on the supply of Xiangcheng to survive, and now Xiangcheng has been served by Lijiao, and the source of their survival is also cut off, so those people are not willing to give up.

At that time, when Lijiao left, Han Feng saw that she was satisfied, and always felt that she was just going back to the village of the Yi tribe to gather the Yi people, and then led such a large army to kill, but she completely forgot that she had such a headache to solve, and although Lijiao was decisive in killing on weekdays, she had always treated her own people with compassion, thinking that at that time, she was pushed around and bullied by the people on the mountain, and in the end, she was only aggrieved and cried, and did not lose her temper with the other party.

Thinking of what he had seen the year before, Han Feng sighed lightly. At that time, he could be regarded as being semi-coerced into the Yiren village by Liji, and because of this, Liji had hurt Wanrou before, so he didn't have much affection for this little girl. However, what really softened his heart was the departure of those high-ranking heroes.

She was compromised, her forbearance was not at all like a fourteen-year-old girl, and it was only after seeing her that that Han Feng suddenly changed his opinion of her, and there was a faint pity and love in his heart, no matter how naughty she was, or even how harsh she was to Mingxi, it was difficult for her to have a grudge against her.

This is the northern edge of the Sycamore Forest, and it doesn't seem to have any murderous intentions, and the trees are not as big as the ones on the east side, and judging by the rings of a few fallen trees, these trees seem to be only a dozen years old.

With the lesson of entering the forest last time, Han Fengle stopped Xiaozhuo. At that time, Jiuzhuo entered the forest and knew that he was snorting and hesitating, but he didn't know if it was because the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers or if there was really no danger in this forest, Xiaozhuo rushed inside, and he didn't even think to take care of someone on his back.

Han Feng saw a tree branch in front of him, and he hurriedly pulled it hard, pulling Xiaozhuo off the rails. At this moment, he only heard a sound in the forest, and he stared at it and saw that several generations of villagers were cutting down trees with saws and axes.

There were already a few fallen trees beside them, and one of them, who looked like a carpenter, was drawing something on a felled silver fir tree with ink lines with him, and was thinking about whether to make the tree into a chair or a table.

Those people naturally noticed Han Feng as well, and when they saw him wearing a human skin mask, they only thought he was an ordinary person. The villagers were enthusiastic and honest, so they beckoned to Han Feng and said, "Young man, do you want to go to the forest?"

Since there are ordinary villagers cutting trees here for a living, there must be no such terrifying water ghosts and locusts ahead. Han Feng's heart was relieved, and he said, "Big brothers, I have to go forward, I don't know how long it will take to get to Xiangcheng." ”

He deliberately mentioned Xiangcheng and wanted to extract something from these people.

One of those villagers seemed to be the oldest, and when he heard Han Feng say this, he couldn't help but stand up and straight, looked him up and down a few times, and said with a pout: "You don't have any luggage, how can you go to Xiangcheng?" Young man, I have seen too many children like you, I advise you, don't go to death senselessly." ”

Han Feng was interested when he heard this, and asked with a smile, "Uncle, how can you send it to death?"

The old villager stood up and said, "Don't look at the danger in this forest, don't be afraid." Little doll, I have seen a lot of you young people, all of whom are children of rich families, who ride good horses, dress well, and practice good kung fu, so they want to go on an adventure in the forest. But you don't know, this forest where we stay is also called 'Little Cangwu', although it is connected to Cangwu, but there is a clear stream in the south, which blocks all those poisonous miasma and poisons in the south, otherwise how dare we stay here? Young man, life is not easy, it is better to go home early to marry a daughter-in-law, and pass on the family line to be filial to your parents, why bother to bury yourself in the past?"

Only then did Han Feng confirm his conjecture that there was no danger in the forest. Obviously, these villagers still don't know what is going on in the south, and it seems that they are still very taboo about the forest and do not dare to go there. He arched his hand on the horse, and was about to urge the horse to go again, when a middle-aged villager with a pockmarked face next to the elderly villager said, "Hey, don't think that there is no danger in the little cangwu." Further on, there are beecombs everywhere, and if you are stung to death by a bee, don't say we didn't warn you!"

Han Feng smiled indifferently and hurriedly thanked him. He had the deworming powder on his body, which was specially for them to stay overnight in the mountains, which had not been used in the nameless hill before, and it was best to use it at this moment.

Seeing that Han Feng did not listen to the dissuasion and insisted on entering the forest, several villagers glanced at each other, regretted it, and continued to cut down trees. One of them waited for Han Feng to go away before he said to the elderly villager, "Village Chief, don't you really need to tell him about the things in the river?"

The village chief shook his head and said, "It's useless to say. I've talked about it every time, but no one has ever heard it. If his life is big, he will be stung by a bee and he will return, and if his life is small, let him go. Anyway, if he doesn't go, we will have to go to Jiangliu Town and tie up pedestrians to sacrifice that thing to eat, so wouldn't it be troublesome. ”

Han Feng naturally didn't hear these words. There was no danger in the forest, and after he had scattered the insects, he was relieved to let Xiaozhuo run forward, except for dodging the branches that were cruising everywhere from time to time, this road was a rare smooth road.

When he reached the swarm, he saw the beecombs that were even bigger than the canopy. The beenet's nests, all pale yellow and some beige, hung above his head. Thumb-sized bees swirl around the honeycomb, and some go in and out of the hive, and beneath these honeycombs are white bones that make people look at them with fear.

Those white bones had horses, and Xiao Zhuo was probably the first time in his life that he had seen so many horse corpses, so he slowed down and walked forward cautiously. It was not afraid of the ants, but of the horses' bones that could hurt the remains. Han Feng saw it doing this, thinking back to Jiuzhuo, and secretly sighed.

If Jiuzhuo comes, it will inevitably roar wildly, startling these bees at no avail, and then regardless of the road ahead, they will only trample those bones like dirt. The compassion brought out by Xiao Zhuo's care is not like that of his father and horse, I am afraid that he learned it from Xiao Han's horse.

Unexpectedly, horses and people are the same, both are horse kings, but their personalities are very different, and they are far from each other.

That night, a man and a horse did not get out of this swarm of bees, but fortunately, Han Feng's body was fully prepared with insect repellent. He saw that it was getting late, so he found a rare tree without a beecomb of hanging ants, and rested against the tree.

In the middle of the night, Han Feng was awakened by a small voice beside him—to be exact, he was woken up by Bai Tong.

Although he was asleep, Bai Tong was not in his eyes for twelve hours a day, and he became alert at the slightest disturbance, and the noise was not loud at this time, but Han Feng still opened his eyes that were a little worried, and looked through the night.

I saw a short figure staggering among the grass not far away. He also carried a basket in his hand, which was almost taller than himself, and picked something from the ground and put it in the bamboo basket.

Han Feng thought that he was dazzled and misunderstood, rubbed his eyes, and looked closely, only to see that it was a little boy covered in dirt, and he didn't know how long the clothes on his body hadn't been washed, and they were almost the same color as the surrounding land. He wore a tattered tiger hat, and he tripped over a pile of branches and grass after a few steps, but because of his short stature, it didn't hurt to fall on the ground. The child seemed to have fallen to the ground, and sometimes he was tired from walking, and would rather fall to the ground and rest for a while.

His little hands were covered with mud and grass, and if he found mushrooms or wild vegetables on the ground, he would laugh softly and happily, then uproot them and put them in a bamboo basket.

Because this forest is full of beecomps, there are few traces of human animals, so the wild vegetables are abundant and dense, and there are even many precious herbs. And what surprised Han Feng the most was that the kid also seemed to have something repellent on him, so that when he walked all the way, those ants and bees fled in the wind, and they didn't dare to harass him too much.

"This kid ......" Han Feng looked at the boy and felt familiar, seeing that he was young, but the action of pulling vegetables and mushrooms was very smooth, the two little hands and ten fingers were open, but they were like a net, sometimes the movements were fast, dazzling.

Han Feng looked at it for a while, and suddenly remembered: This is Heizi's eldest son!