"Hey, wait, you two just pity the poor old man, I haven't done business today, I still have children to support at home, I can send you to the next capital, it's very cheap." The old man stretched out his hand and wiped his eyes, and said pitifully.

Murong Feng looked the old man up and down, and he did look very pitiful-

"I'll give you some gold coins, you can go home!" Murong Feng was about to take the gold coin, a playful light quickly flashed in his eyes, and after getting close to this 'old man', she knew that this person was the big rice bucket!

"Girl, I don't want it, it's useless, I'll give it to you, so that I can be at ease." The old man immediately spoke out to stop Murong Feng, and was very excited to reach out and grab Murong Feng's hand, but was glared back by a fierce look from Mo Beixie.

"We don't need a carriage, if you want money, you can do it yourself!" Mo Bei snorted coldly, of course he could see who this old man was pretending to be, why did this rice bucket like to be the light bulb of their husband and wife so much.

The old man was very depressed, three watches in the middle of the night, he sat in the wind just to wait for them, he was none other than Fan Tong!

As a good apprentice, of course he wanted to know the whereabouts of the master, and for fear that the master would not let him follow, he pretended to be a coachman and waited here for the rabbit.

But now the master doesn't take the bait, which makes him very depressed-

"I don't care, I'm going to follow you!" Fan Tong suddenly stood up straight and said that if they didn't let him follow, he would play tricks and pester them.

Murong Feng pulled off his fake beard and laughed teasingly, "You pretend, you pretend, why don't you pretend?" ”

"Woo, who let you not take the bait, lovely master, let me follow you!" Fan Tong clenched his hands into fists and begged pitifully, he had secretly run away from Fan's house, and he wanted to go on an adventure with her.

Murong Feng raised his eyebrows and looked at him, she didn't go out to play, and it didn't seem good to let him follow.

"Master, I will follow you anyway, and I will obediently listen to you." There was a trace of mist in Fan Tong's eyes, and he was as pitiful as he was.

"The place I'm going to is dangerous, you have to think about it." Murong Feng said with a serious expression, maybe he should also go out to practice, it will be good for his growth, which strong person is not slowly reborn from danger.

Blindly rejecting danger will only stand still, and she feels that Fan Tong is a talent that can be created.

When Fan Tong heard her say this, his face, which was still cloudy just now, instantly shone brightly, and he patted his chest and said categorically, "Of course I think about it very clearly, the edge of the sword is sharpened, and I want to become a sword." ”

Murong Feng was stunned when she heard this, she really didn't see the wrong person, "Then let's become a sword together." ”

"Lady, and me." Mo Beixie's hand holding her tightened, he would become stronger with her, standing shoulder to shoulder at the top of this world.

"Okay, the three of us become swords together." Fan Tong clenched his fists and said with bright eyes, his whole body was full of blood, and there was no moment when he had the expectation of becoming stronger.

He knew that only by becoming stronger could he be qualified to stand by Master's side and accompany her on the journey.

In the night, the faces of all three of them shone with a radiant and confident light.

"Let's go!" Murong Feng waved her hand and said happily, on the road ahead, she has two more friends.

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