"Tomorrow will be the first hour of the hour."

Fang Ping wrote down the time, if he was alone, he would naturally be resolute and come and go freely, but he was not alone from beginning to end, this time because of the congenital Xuan Bing, he had to change his plan and leave this Fenglin Mansion City in advance, if he was alone, Fang Ping would have left last night, but he still had to take his mother and sister with him.

With the cover of the caravan, it can reduce some trouble.

Back in the small courtyard of Qinghefang, Fang Ping played with Fang Ying perfunctorily for a while, and during dinner in the evening, Fang Ping mentioned the matter of leaving Fenglin Mansion City tomorrow.

"And what about this yard?" Li Rou is still worried about the money for renting the yard, the rent is 900 taels a year, and she has only lived for less than half a year and is about to leave, how can she do it if she doesn't return the money. When I was in Shanyang County, a sack of wheat bran in Mouse Alley, or an ordinary piece of jewelry, could marry a daughter-in-law.

"Mother is right." Fang Ping responded, and secretly thought in his heart: It is impossible to return the money, and when he rented the house, he signed a contract with the tooth shop, and he couldn't check out halfway, he could only transfer, but Fang Ping didn't have time to transfer, just a few hundred taels of silver, he Fang Ping didn't care about it anymore, the speed of money was faster than the speed of making money, and it was the key.

The night passed, and in the early morning of the next day, Fang Ping rode a different BMW and took his mother and sister sitting in the carriage to the outside of the city.

Under the sky that has not subsided for a few nights, a group of caravans of considerable scale are lined up there, and the old housekeeper of the Qiu family, who leads the team, after seeing Fang Ping from a distance, said to a man beside him with a little impression: "This person came to the door by himself yesterday, and he wants to go to Guangling Mansion with the caravan, claiming to be a third-grade martial artist, good at fighting, you keep an eye on it." ”

The man who was holding a Xuanjin tiger head in his hand, with the cultivation of the upper three grades, after hearing the reminder of the old housekeeper of the Qiu family, he rode in front of Fang Ping and arched his hand: "Qiu Xiang of the Qiu family, what do you call the little brother?" ”

Fang Ping's appearance at this time was disguised, "Han Li, there are my mother and young sister sitting in the car, I am going to Guangling Mansion, and I ask Brother Qiu Xiang to take care of me." ”

Qiu Xiang didn't think much about it, and said with a hearty laugh: "It's easy to say, Brother Han Li is a third-grade martial artist, and if he can go to Guangling Mansion with the caravan, the caravan can also have one more helper, but after the Han Li brothers arrive in the caravan, everything must be obeyed by Qiu's orders, and they can't watch from the wall when they encounter bandits." ”

"That's natural, Han will abide by the rules of the caravan." Fang Pingtian replied firmly.

Qiu Xiang returned to the old housekeeper of the Qiu family and expressed his judgment, "This person has a long breath and strong blood, and he is indeed a martial artist of the middle and third grades, but he carries two burdens, not like a person with ill intentions." ”

"Let's plan the route, go all the way to the west, stop after arriving at Luoyun Town, and then turn to the south...... "The old housekeeper of the Qiu family is not the first time to go to Guangling Mansion, this time the route he chose is decent, if there is no delay on the road, it is expected that he will arrive at Guangling Mansion within three months."

Guangling Mansion is close to the Yanzhou Prefecture Capital area, and the prosperous scene is especially above Fenglin Mansion.

At the end of the day, the caravan departed.

Hundreds of carriages, loaded with goods, swung like a long dragon on the earth.

A few days passed, and the caravan entered the vast and boundless wasteland, with no shops in front of the village and no shops in the back, and at night, jackals, tigers, leopards and other wild beasts emerged one after another.

"Second brother, why don't you make yourself look better, just like me."

"You're not good-looking."

Fang Ping stretched out his big hand and pressed Xiao Nizi back into the carriage.

Half a month later, the caravan arrived in a town, and the old housekeeper of the Qiu family took a group of people to the town to buy supplies.

Fang Ping also went into the town to buy a lot of food, and also bought some pastries for Fang Ying to eat on the road.

When the caravan departed, Fang Ping noticed that there was one more person in the team, it was a simple and honest man, and he spoke with a strong accent, Fang Ping asked Qiu Xiang about it, this person was a third-grade martial artist, and he was also going to Guangling Mansion.

"The next three grades of cultivation?"

"No, this person is at least a first-class realm."

Fang Ping could feel that the honest and honest man had cultivated the technique of hiding the breath, and the breath was well hidden, and Fang Ping could only roughly see his cultivation, such a cultivation could go to Guangling Mansion by himself, but he had to blend in with the caravan, Fang Ping not only suspected the purpose of this person, but he came to the innate Xuan Bing?

A few days have passed, and the honest man has not shown any horses, and he is still down-to-earth and hard-working, helping the warriors in the caravan to work, and he has not been in contact with Fang Ping.

"Maybe I'm suspicious." Fang Ping didn't pay attention to the honest and honest man, but he didn't take it lightly.

Ten days later, the caravan arrived at the wasteland bordering Fenglin Mansion and Guangling Mansion, which was even more unpopulated, with sparse vegetation and trees.

An adult giant gray wolf can kill most of the martial artists, and the threat of hundreds of giant gray wolves is still not small, especially once the wolf pack reaches a certain number, the threat is even greater.

"Roar—"

A wolf howl sounded dozens of miles away.

More than 100 giant gray wolves all had drooping ears and heads on the ground, bowing their heads to greet a behemoth.

It was a wolf king, with dark purple hair, a golden scar on his forehead, as if he had a third eye, and his body was twice as big as a giant gray wolf, like a small mountain, exuding a kingly breath, which made hundreds of giant gray wolves dare not raise their heads.

"Roar"

The wolf king let out a low roar with some kind of command message, and after more than a hundred giant gray wolves heard it, they rushed towards the caravan in three torrents in an organized and disciplined manner.

An hour later, hundreds of giant gray wolf corpses stained the wasteland red, and the majestic wolf king was also pierced through the head by Qiu Xiang and fell into a pool of blood, and at the moment of death, there was still a corpse in his mouth that had not had time to chew.

"Count the casualties!" The old housekeeper of the Qiu family made people clean up the battlefield, this crisis is insignificant, but dozens of people were injured, and more than a dozen Qiu family members who did not have martial arts products were bitten to death alive.

In front of the carriage, Fang Ping kicked away the huge wolf's head, this was a giant gray wolf that rushed in front of him, and asked him to cut off his head with a knife, he clearly saw that the honest and honest man was inseparable from a giant gray wolf when he was attacked, and he looked like a chess opponent and a good talent, and he may have played himself believing that he was just a third-grade martial artist.

"Set up camp here tonight, and pluck the fur of these animals." The old housekeeper of the Qiu family asked everyone to eat wolf meat with a word, and the taste was a little woody, but it was chewy.

(End of chapter)