It is better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles.

But along the way, Fang Ping didn't see the magnificent and picturesque splendid mountains and rivers, nor did he see the wonders and strange scenes such as the clouds steaming and the clouds, and the thousands of purples and thousands of reds, some were just empty wastelands with no end in sight.

The wind and sand in the sky, the scorching sun, and the cold night are monotonous and boring to the extreme.

Ten days later, the scene ahead has changed.

An official road leading directly to Dazefu City, people come and go, traffic is busy, caravans are endless, more are wearing tattered clothes, skinny people, these people are the local hometown can not survive, forced to flee here, hoping to find a way to survive after arriving at Dazefu City.

In the sound of clattering horses' hooves, you can also see the black horsemen of Dazefu City wearing heavy armor, patrolling the official road in groups of three or five, bandits and thieves will never dare to appear on the official road, once discovered, there is only a dead end.

It wasn't the first time Fang Ping had come to Dazefu City, he was riding on horseback, looking at the long dragon-like team in front of him, as well as some rotten, stinking and starving corpses in the wilderness, and there were not many waves in his heart.

But when Fang Ying and Li Rou saw a few jackals on the side of the official road through the car window, eating the corpses, their faces turned pale all of a sudden.

"This Great Xuan Dynasty has been inherited for thousands of years, but it can't escape the conclusion of prosperity and decline, when a dynasty exists for too long, all kinds of disasters will follow, even if there is a brilliant emperor, it is impossible to solve the problem of hundreds of thousands of years of precipitation in just one lifetime."

Fang Ping gathered his thoughts.

He didn't want to rebel, and it was useless to think too much.

The hundred-legged insect dies but does not stiffen, even if the Great Xuan Dynasty is going to perish, it is not an overnight thing, before the chaos that swept the world comes, Fang Ping has only one thing to do, keep improving his cultivation, accumulating heritage, and when the torrent of troubled times invades the world, Fang Ping also has the strength to protect himself and his family.

At dusk.

It is only thirty miles away from the city of Dazefu.

After the unitary, the city gate was about to fall, and no one could enter the city, so Fang Ping had to dismount, raise a bonfire, and summon Li Rou Fang Ying to get out of the car to breathe.

"I can enter the city tomorrow, and I will take you down to the restaurant to eat something good."

Fang Ping said with a smile.

Fang Ying, who was chewing dry food in small bites, heard that she was going to go to the restaurant, and the dry food flatbread in her hand that was as hard as a stone became fragrant.

A gust of wind blew, Fang Ping got up and looked, more than a dozen people who had fled to the official road, one by one leaned over with green eyes, staring directly at the parcel of dry food cakes scattered on the ground in front of Li Rou.

After Li Rou saw that there were still a few scrawny children in the crowd who were as old as Fang Ying, she looked at Fang Ping with pity.

"Anyway, you can enter the city tomorrow, and you don't need these dry foods."

Fang Ping nodded, and threw the dry food in the package in front of a dozen refugees, and there was no scene of gratitude, and a dozen hungry refugees scrambled for dry food like beasts.

In the end, some people grabbed several pieces of dry food, and some people didn't fight for any of them, in fact, the dry food thrown out by Fang Ping was enough for more than a dozen refugees to get some.

"Our Lady has a heart." Fang Ping secretly wondered, if it weren't for his tall and brave stature, and the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand also reminded others that he was not something that could be easily provoked, these refugees would probably rush up and ransack him.

……

There was nothing to say all night, and when the morning light was slightly dew the next day, Fang Ping arrived in front of the city of Dazefu.

The majestic ancient city wall is filled with a strong historical atmosphere, and there is a soldier standing on the wall every ten steps.

Compared with this Daze Fu City, Shanyang County can only be regarded as a poor and remote country.

Entering the city, the huge body of the heterogeneous BMW attracted countless eyes, and Fang Ping was accustomed to it.

After a while, Fang Ping stopped in front of an inn called "Tongfu Inn".

The proprietress is a half-aged who still has charm, and she is good at dancing with long sleeves to entertain guests, giving people the intimacy of being at home.

Seeing the inch-headed young man who was as tall as a mountain, he walked to the inn with Fang Tian's halberd, and immediately greeted Fang Ping with a smile and sat down, "The guest officer is still staying in the hotel, the chef is a good dish to burn, there are wine-stuffed radish skins, crispy fried cucumbers, steamed yellow croaker, soup egg flower soup and other famous dishes." ”

Fang Ping didn't know what to do, "In that case, let's take it all, and then ten catties of beef and a pot of rice." ”

"The guest officer is a martial artist, and the shop still has a daughter red for twenty years." The proprietress was well-informed, and after looking at the black halberd in Fang Ping's hand, she judged that Fang Ping was not only a martial artist, but also an ordinary martial artist.

At this moment, a young man dressed in a cloth shirt with a rag on his shoulder came out of the kitchen, carrying the dishes needed by the guests.

Fang Ping looked at it, and the eyes of the two fused together in the air.

"This person ......" Fang Ping was solemn, a young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old, with white and tender skin, his face was like a crown of jade, nothing special, but the qi and blood that were not triggered in his body, and the interval between breathing and breathing, all showed that this was a master, his legs were light, and he seemed to be good at martial arts such as body and light skills.

"Who could it be? It can't be someone from the Yamen? When the young man turned around, his eyes were uneasy speculating about Fang Ping's origin.

The proprietress noticed Fang Ping's gaze and introduced, "That's the Ejia Running Hall." Lao Bai, Lao Bai, quickly pour tea for the guests. ”

When the young man heard this, he poured a pot of tea with a smile on his face, and his eyebrows were low, and Fang Ping was about to wonder if he had made a mistake.

"Your surname is Bai? Coincidentally, I have a friend whose surname is Bai, maybe you were a family hundreds of years ago. Fang Ping said.

The old white eyebrows are clear and beautiful, and the instrument is lofty, and he can eat with his face, and said with a smile: "How can I be, I am a trotter." ”

"Okay, okay, go ahead." The proprietress who still has the charm of the charm pinched Lao Bai's arm ambiguously.

Fang Ping: Something is wrong with these two people!

"Open me a room, a bigger one, and go outside and tie my horse up."

"Holo." Lao Bai ran outside the inn, and the moment he saw the heterogeneous BMW, his hairs stood on end.

"Xenomorph BMW! This kid can't really be from the Yamen, right...... It's not right, there is only one heterogeneous BMW in the city of Dazefu, which is raised in the backyard of the people of Futai...... This kid may be from...... Above down. ”

Lao Bai's face turned pale and looked around, wanting to see if anyone was ambushing.

"What do you see, my horse should be fed with meat, and the account should be kept first, and then the money for the food in the hotel will be counted together." Fang Ping walked out of the inn and called out Li Rou Fang Ying in the carriage.

Fang Ying glanced at Lao Bai, and her little face was blushing.

"It's a different BMW." Lao Bai asked.

"Not bad." Fang Ping squinted at Lao Bai, "Knowing the heterogeneous BMW, it seems that Your Excellency is also a well-informed person." ”

"The guest officer has won the award, the small one is a poor running hall, I have seen more people, and I have heard the guests mention the different BMWs." Lao Bai led the heterogeneous BMW and walked to the backyard of the inn.

(End of chapter)