Raising his hand to catch a fallen leaf, he bent his fingers to pop it out, and the ink crow looked surging and stretched out.

He grabbed Bai Feng's shoulders and said easily:

"If that fool hadn't come, I'm afraid I would have had to flee with you. But now that the red bird is dead, the commander of the hundred birds is one of the three, and the intelligence network of the Zhao State is leaderless at night, and there is no one under him who can take on the big responsibility, and the general will not do anything to me."

"Ji Wuye is narrow-minded and stubborn, even if I don't punish you this time, I'm afraid your life won't be easy in the future."

Bai Feng stretched out his hand to support his forehead, and said with an annoyed expression: "It's me who is sorry for you."

"Hahahaha",

The ink crow laughed loudly, looking forward to Shenfei between his eyebrows and eyes, and he was indescribably free.

"Xiao Baifeng, I am not as good as a general in terms of martial arts, I am not as good as Hou Ye in terms of wisdom, and I am not as good as you in terms of decisiveness."

He spoke slowly, with indescribable confidence in his words: "But as your teacher and friend, I am the best at life-saving kung fu." I don't want to die, no one in Xinzheng City can kill me."

Bai Feng looked sideways, and the person in front of him was only in his early twenties, with a long body and a tall posture, although he was a man, he had fair skin and a beautiful face.

He is radiant and beautiful, and Pan An, who is known for his handsome appearance when he came to the Han Dynasty, is nothing more than that.

In this era, the knowledge was in the hands of the nobles and the hundreds of princes, and Mo Crow did not read many exquisite classics.

But he is quite quick-witted, whether it is as Ji Wuye's assistant over the years to take care of the birds in an orderly manner, or in his memory he used words to deceive Ji Wuye to shoot arrows in the attic, and risked his life to find a way to escape for himself, it can be seen that he has good wisdom.

Bai Feng knew that he was not a person who sold himself and boasted, but he was not worried that he would go back like this, so he took out something from his arms and handed it to Mo Crow.

"What is this?" Mo Crow stretched out his hand to take it and looked at it slightly, "This is what you took from the General's Mansion"?

"That's right, the upper volume is the general's horizontal refining technique, and the lower volume is the Xuanbing secret technique of the Bloody Cloth Marquis." Bai Feng responded.

Mo Crow's eyebrows furrowed a little puzzled, "I thought you would take away what pearl jade agate, treasure jade, take such a big risk, but only take these killing martial arts?" As I recall, you're not a person who likes to kill."

"In the turbulent times, life is like autumn leaves withering, and there are a few people who can control their own destiny between heaven and earth." Bai Feng opened his mouth and his face was gloomy.

"No matter how much treasure you take, if you don't have the strength to protect it, it's just a wedding dress for others. Only when we are strong can we calmly face all risks."

"I really don't like to kill people, and in my opinion, killing people is the lowest means of resolving conflicts. The husband said that the upper army was plotting, the second was the fighting, and the last siege was the city. Those who only use violence to solve problems will eventually be solved by violence."

Regarding this, Ji Wuye is the best proof of this.

In the original play, Ji Wuye, who was accustomed to wielding the sword of the night to cut through all obstacles for him and sweep away all competitors, was finally beheaded by Wei Zhuang with a sword on the wedding night, and his life and death were destroyed.

It is ridiculous that Li Shu was born in his life, intending to really step into the circle of nobles, and even did not hesitate to use his power to force King Han to marry the princess, but he died violently on the eve of his dream coming true, and everything was over.

Mo Crow was silent, the limitations of the times made it difficult for him to understand Bai Feng's thinking for a while, but he was not a stupid person, and he also knew the importance of strength.

"Bai Feng, you have really grown up."

The crow let out a long sigh and repeated the sentence a second time.

"What about after leaving Korea? Where are you going? He asked.

"I'm going to go to Chu first."

The corners of Bai Feng's eyes curled, "I heard that Chu women have thin waists, I want to see if they are really as graceful as rumored."

"How old are you?" The crow couldn't help but laugh. His eyebrows fluttered, a meaningful smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he reached out and grabbed Bai Feng's side of his cheek and laughed:

"Although the Chu girl is gorgeous and colorful, children don't have a weak heart."

"Phew",

Bai Feng turned sideways and shook off the big hand of the ink crow demon, and his eyes overflowed with a longing light.

He held his head high and took a step forward: "It is a beautiful thing for a child to drive a big car. Besides, you guys play a lot more than I do."

Although Mo Yao and Parrot Ge are engaged for life, Parrot Ge has been on missions in Wei all the year round and presided over relevant intelligence matters, and the two have only met a handful of times in the past few years.

As a healthy adult male, and a beautiful man with good appearance, Mo Crow is not a chaste woman who guards himself like jade.

The large and small Goolan Bands in Xinzheng City have left his figure of hard work.

The crow smiled lightly, looking proud, obviously very complacent about his experience.

He stretched out and looked at the night sky.

The Milky Way stretches like a jade belt, thousands of stars are scattered like chess pieces, the bright moon breaks through the clouds from the dark clouds, and the cold light sprinkles on the rivers and the earth.

It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is exposed and the midnight is upset.

Both of them knew that this farewell would be difficult to see for many years, and they felt an unstoppable sense of loss in their hearts. However, neither of them is a daughter Jiao'e, who is the eldest daughter of a child, and she can't be a little daughter.

"Let's get down to business, you're not a womanizer, you have to give me an account of what you plan, otherwise I'm not at ease." The ink crow looked directly at Bai Feng, and said with a straight face.

"Big brother, have you thought about your fate? Or rather, have you thought about the fate of South Korea"?

Bai Fengxin said that you saw the wrong person, but she opened her mouth softly and looked back at the ink crow.

"The fate of South Korea? What do you mean? Mo Crow's eyebrows furrowed, his expression was quite puzzled, and he asked Bai Feng.

Bai Feng did not answer directly, but pinched a peach branch. There are a few ants on the branches that climb up and down, pecking at the leaves.

He said in a deep voice: "If this peach blossom is the world of the Seven Kingdoms, and these ants are the princes and monarchs, then Korea is the weakest one among them."

In the land of the four wars, there is no natural danger outside the pass to defend, there is no good minister and famous general inside to strengthen the country, the country is like a flutter in the wind, a mirror and a moon.

I'm afraid that in a few years, the princes and nobles in Xinzheng City who are drunk and dreaming will find that the swords of the nations have been put on their necks. ”

The ink crow looked solemn and silent.

He is just a killer leader, he has never paid attention to the situation of the Seven Kingdoms, and he can't judge whether the enemy is strong or weak, and the tide is the general trend.

But he didn't think Bai Feng was open-mouthed, he believed in Bai Feng as if he believed in himself, this was the tacit understanding that the two had cultivated in countless life and death crises in the past.

"It's none of your business to see how the Seven Kingdoms are, I'm telling you this, I just want you to keep an eye on it. Whether it's Korea or a general, they don't deserve your burial." Bai Feng repeated again, staring at the face of the ink crow, and his tone was solemn.

"Stinky boy, I've told you everything, your master and I are the best in the world in terms of life-saving kung fu, do I still need you to worry about it?" Mo Crow patted Bai Feng on the shoulder, and his tone was relaxed.

"Now, you know it." Bai Feng turned his head, and there were some things that didn't need to be repeated.

"I went to Chu State this time to find a way back for myself." Bai Feng pointed to the distance and said: "The country of Chu is vast and rich, and the rivers are staggered. There are hundreds of schools of thought, and several major schools of thought are inextricably linked with the state of Chu, and I think there will be the answers I want."

Mo Crow looked at the young man in front of him, and sighed in his heart. He's got the answer he's looking for.

So he turned to the north, leaving one last word:

"The road ahead is set, so go on bravely. Farewell is the past, the future is a surprise, you were born a mountain, don't treat yourself as a mustard. Bai Feng, I look forward to the day when I see you again."

Then the figure drifted away, and an ink-colored figure went straight into the distance, gradually blending into the night, far away.

"You guy, really! It's so awkward to tell each other. Bai Feng looked at the dissipating figure of the ink crow and muttered.

"It's always been you who have been the big brother to protect me, see you next time, change me to be your wings, big brother."

Bai Feng waved a handful of bird feathers, flashed on his toes, stepped on the feathers and flew, and his figure gradually moved away to the south.

The young man's clear voice drifted away in the wind, and in the night sky, only the stars quietly remembered everything.

From today onwards, the past of South Korea is like smoke, and there is no killer White Phoenix in the world.

Only the young man stopped and rose in the wind.