The moment this purple-golden light appeared, it gathered a large amount of heaven and earth yuan power around it, forming a vortex of spiritual power, and Wu Xinggui, who was shocked, was knocked away by this terrifying vortex and hit an ancient tree not far away. The towering tree, the size of a water tank, was shattered by the tremendous force of the impact.

Wu Xinggui fell to the ground, the internal organs in his body had been shattered, he coughed up blood in his mouth, it was the end of the crossbow, he desperately wanted to stand up, but as soon as he stood up tremblingly, half of his body could no longer support it, and he "stumbled" and fell to the ground, completely cutting off his vitality.

Yan Fang stared blankly at Wu Xinggui's corpse, his mind was blank, and it took a long time to come to his senses, trembling his pale lips and muttering, "I killed someone."

As a modern person who has received a complete legal education, Yan Fang has an instinctive resistance to "killing" in his subconscious, although he knows that after coming to this world and embarking on the path of cultivation, "killing" is inevitable, but he has been avoiding this question consciously or unconsciously.

Looking at Wu Xinggui's corpse in front of him now, Yan Fang knew that he could no longer avoid this question, since he had chosen the path of cultivation and would avenge his parents who died tragically in the future, his hands would inevitably be stained with blood, and this was just the beginning.

Yan Fang took a deep breath, unconsciously bit his lip, and tried to control his trembling legs, walking like the last kidnapper.

The tall and thin, hooked nose kidnapper was already stupid by the scene just now, looking at Yan Fang, who was gradually approaching, his whole body trembled violently, and finally he couldn't even hold the long knife in his hand. With a "clang", the knife fell to the ground.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me. The tall kidnapper raised his trembling hands, and his face was full of fear.

Yan Fang didn't say a word, walked up to the kidnapper, who was already frightened, and kicked the last kidnapper to the ground.

Looking at the tall kidnapper who had just fainted, and then looking back at the short kidnapper who also fell to the ground, temporarily unconscious, Yan Fang hesitated, still did not have them to kill, although he accepted the fact that he would definitely kill people on the path of cultivation, but he still resisted a little about it, and maintained the principle of not killing if he could.

"Woo"

Suddenly there was a strange sound in the wooden house, hearing the sound Yan Fang walked straight to the door of the wooden house, opened the somewhat tattered wooden door, and a little fat man who was gorgeously dressed and looked like a rich young master was tied to a bamboo chair, trying to speak, but his mouth was stuffed with a ball of waste paper, and the strange sound just now came out of his mouth.

Yan Fang helped the little fat man in front of him "loosen the tie", and took out the waste paper stuffed in his mouth again.

"Wow" The little fat man with a round face like the buns sold by Liu Xiaomei's family cried out all of a sudden, and hugged Yan Fang's thigh while crying, and his snot and tears stained Yan Fang's clothes...

...

"Brother, are you from Yuezhou City?"

"Brother, is Yuezhou City fun?"

"Brother, do you have a sweetheart?"

...

The little fat man lying on Yan Fang's back kept chattering.

Yan Fang, whose face was covered with black lines, walked down the mountain with difficulty with this small meat ball on his back. When he was still in the wooden house just now, the little fat man said that the kidnappers had not given him food for three days after he was arrested, and now he was so hungry that he couldn't walk, so he had to shout that Yan Fang would carry him down the mountain. Seeing that he is now spitting and talking non-stop, it doesn't look like he's been hungry for three days...

In the little fat man's chatter, Yan Fang gradually learned the whole story of this kidnapping.

It is inseparable from Yan Fang's original guess, this little fat man's name is Cui Jiuquan, and he is the only son of Cui Yuanwai, the richest man in Cangnan County. Cui Yuanwai is old and has a son, and he only has an heir at the age of fifty, so he naturally has a treasure for Cui Jiuquan, and everything depends on him.

A few days ago, there was a lantern festival in Cangnan County, Cui Yuanwai felt that the lantern festival was crowded, and he was afraid that his son would have an accident, so he was not allowed to go to Cui Jiuquan, but this little fat man was making a fuss to see the "fire dragon", Cui Yuanwai couldn't resist him, so he had to order the housekeeper to take Cui Jiuquan to see, but he didn't expect that there was really an accident, the housekeeper was stunned by Wu Xinggui, who was secretly ambushed, and the little fat man was also robbed on Cangnan Mountain, which became a bargaining chip for Wu Xinggui and others to extort from Master Cui.

"Brother, where are you going?"

"Luoyang. ”

"Luoyang is the capital of our Great Chu. The little fat man exclaimed.

"When I was five years old, my father went to Luoyang and came back and brought me a lot of delicious food and a lot of fat powder for my mother. Yan Fang suddenly felt a chill in his back. Wet wet.. It's the saliva of the little fat man...

...

When I crossed Cangnan Mountain, it was already evening, and Cangnan County under the remnant sun added a bit of antiquity.

After entering the city, Yan Fang found a random passer-by on the street and asked to know the address of the little fat man's house. It is located on the busiest street in the county. It is a red-walled and ebony mansion, which is more magnificent than the Yamen of Cangnan County.

"May I ask if this is Cui's Mansion?"

The gray-haired porter was napping on a bamboo chair with paint peeling, awakened by the sudden sound. Trying to open the confused old eyes, the one who opened his mouth was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, and he was carrying a little fat man on his back, this young man was very raw, but this little fat man was a little familiar...

"Young master, it's young master, master, madam, young master is back. After seeing that the little fat man on the young man's back was the little master who had been missing for three days, the old porter screamed excitedly.

After a while, an old man who was nearly sixty years old and looked like an outsider and a young woman in a red dress rushed out surrounded by a group of subordinates.

"Son, you have finally come back safely, and you are worried about the death of your mother these days. The little fat man who had come off Yan Fang's back was held in the arms of the young woman in the red dress.

"Madame, go in and speak. I haven't thanked this little benevolent father yet. The little fat man's father, Cui Yuanwai, spoke, clasping his hands into fists like Yan Fang bowing his hand: "Thank you for saving my son, don't stand at the door, come, come into the house." ”

The young woman in the red dress stopped crying when she heard this, temporarily let go of her precious son, and said, "Yes, little brother, go into the house." ”

Yan Fang entered the Cui family's mansion at the invitation of Cui Yuanwai and his wife. Cui Yuanwai and his wife had already eaten dinner, and ordered the kitchen to make a sumptuous table.

During the meal, Cui Yuanwai heard the little fat man mention that Yan Fang's trip was going to Luoyang, so he instructed the housekeeper to take a hundred taels of silver from the treasury and give Yan Fang as travel expenses.

Yan Fang's entanglement before going out was made up by Cuiminglou's sisters, and there were a lot of them, and they ate black and black on Cangnan Mountain, ransacking Chen Fatzi, and now the silver taels on his body are enough to go to Luoyang twice. Originally, he was reluctant to accept this generous gift, but Cui Yuanwai wanted to express it, but it was difficult to resist the hospitality, but Yan Fang still accepted it.

After dinner, Cui Yuanwai arranged Yan Fang to the best guest room in his mansion, and Yan Fang slept peacefully on the big bed carved from pineapple wood all night.

In the early morning of the next day, Cui Yuanwai was going to Qinghe County to do business, so he picked up Yan Fang, who was going to the dock of Qinghe County to take a boat.

Qinghe County is the most prosperous of the counties under Yuezhou, Qinghe County is backed by the Grand Canal, and you can go west along the canal to Xiangzhou. And Xiangzhou is only a few hundred miles away from Luoyang, the capital of Beijing.

From Cangnan County to Qinghe County, there are plains all the way, and the sturdy white horses drag gorgeous carriages on the spacious official road.

When the sun set again, the carriage stopped at the gate of Qinghe City.

After saying goodbye to Cui Yuanwai, Yan Fang hurried to the Qinghe Wharf, hoping to get on a boat to Xiangzhou before dark.

When Yan Fang arrived at the canal, the sky was already slightly dark, and the moonlight sprinkled on the canal water at will, looking from afar, it seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. There are more than a dozen passenger ships docked on the shore, and some of them are indeed going to Xiangzhou, but they are either full or booked in advance.

After Yan Fang discussed with the boatman for a long time to no avail, he was going to find an inn in Qinghe City to stay for a night, when a shadow came out of the passenger boat docked on the far left, and shouted to Yan Fang on the shore:

"Brother Yan, come here. ”

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