Just when Luo Changfeng rode the old eagle to Xiangyang City, in the dense forest of Tongbai Mountain, a tall middle-aged man was besieged by a group of forest wolves.

The man's eyebrows were very thick, like two sharp swords inserted diagonally into his temples, and his long hair was casually scattered, with an indescribable sense of freedom and heroism.

But his eyes were not sharp, on the contrary, they were calm, and occasionally there was a glimmer of silence in them.

He was wearing a gray cloth robe, his body was quite thick, and his face was a little different from the roughness of the Song people.

He carried a long black sword wrapped in a cloth bag on his back, and a simple sheathed long sword stuck in his waist, but at this time, he was holding a wooden sword in his hand.

However, the fluttering wooden sword, between the stabs, has a fierce and unbridled energy, it is not like a wooden sword less than a catty, but like a heavy sword weighing dozens of catties.

He stood still and didn't move, let alone take the initiative to attack, no matter how the wolves pounced, he only struck out with a sword, and suddenly there was a tooth-aching sound of broken bones, and the pounced timber wolf would fly out like a broken sack.

There were more than 20 timberwolves, and in just a few breaths, five or six were killed in a row, and this was because the man did not take the initiative to attack.

The wolves were a little frightened and didn't dare to take the initiative to pounce on them again, the man glanced at the wolves, sighed happily, didn't intend to pay attention to it anymore, and prepared to leave.

If these beasts are not interesting, he doesn't mind killing them all.

"Wow"

At this moment, a high-pitched chirp came from the sky not far away, and the wolves suddenly made a commotion, as if some natural enemy had arrived, and soon ran into the dense forest with their tails between them, not even daring to make a sound.

The middle-aged man looked up and stared, his eyes widened, and he said to himself, "Good raptor...... Hmmm, that's ......."

A look of surprise appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes, because he vaguely saw that there seemed to be a figure on the back of the big bird in the sky.

......

The old eagle slowly lowered its flight altitude, and when he was about to reach the mountain pointed by Luo Changfeng, Luo Changfeng jumped off the back of the old eagle, unloaded his inertia in a few somersaults in mid-air, and landed steadily.

The old eagle flew up to the sky again, and flew higher than when he was carrying Luo Changfeng.

Luo Changfeng started his light work and ran towards Xiangyang City, which was not far away, and the old eagle flew sixty or seventy zhang above his head to follow.

When he was about to reach the official road, Luo Changfeng stopped performing light skills and walked towards the city with normal steps.

Today's Xiangyang City has changed from a lively and prosperous "mainland" city to a "border city" where soldiers are in danger.

Since Yue Fei led the Yuejia army to recover the six counties of Xiangyang, the Song and Jin have taken this as the boundary, and the six counties of Xiangyang have become the first line of defense against the Jin State.

Of course, for the Yue family's army, this is instead a bridgehead for the Northern Expedition and the counterattack on the Jin State.

Since then, Xiangyang City has never been invaded by the Jin State, and it stood for 140 years before it was finally broken by the Mongols.

As for Mongolia, even Mongolia does not exist today, and there are still large and small tribes in that steppe, which can only be called "Mongolian tribes".

It is precisely because Xiangyang City has become a "border city" that the original bustle and prosperity have become a little depressed, and those who have the ability have left Xiangyang and gone to the hinterland of the Great Song Dynasty.

Fortunately, although it is a little depressed, the basic business is still maintained, but the price is a little higher, of course, Luo Changfeng doesn't care.

This time, without Ah Fei's help, he bought a wheelbarrow, and then bought all the daily necessities such as bedding, sheets, pots and pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

He only bought one stone of rice grain, and then some vegetables, and he also bought two iron pots, which already had iron pots in the Song Dynasty, so there were also stir-fried vegetables, and the vegetables gradually became richer.

After buying all the things, Luo Changfeng bought another roll of hemp rope and tied everything tightly, and then pushed the wheelbarrow that was full and left the city.

When he came, he didn't have a pure Jun sword with him, and no one else could see the steel soft sword and throwing knife, so he didn't encounter any trouble.

It's a pity that Yue's army is not stationed here, but in Jiangnan, otherwise, Luo Changfeng would not have to visit one or two.

After leaving the city, Luo Changfeng walked along the official road for a while, then went into the forest, found an empty and uninhabited place, took a breath, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Eagle......"

The voice came out mightily, and after only a few breaths, the response of the old eagle came from the sky.

"Wow"

Soon, the old eagle landed to the left of Luo Changfeng and walked to Luo Changfeng's side.

Luo Changfeng patted the old eagle's wings and pointed to the wheelbarrow lane: "Eagle, take these things, let's go back." ”

The old eagle "wow" chirped twice, nodded, jumped on the wheelbarrow, Luo Changfeng taught it to grab the thick hemp rope with both claws, and then jumped on its back.

The old eagle fanned his wings, soared into the sky, and returned to the valley.

A quarter of an hour later, smoothly returning to the valley, Luo Changfeng untied the necessary things, put them in order, laid the bedding sheets on the wooden bed, and inserted the Chunjun sword into his waist again, and then took the iron pot and prepared to set it up on the stove that had already been built.

During this time he built a thatched hut under the hillwall on the right side of the cave, and under the thatched hut there was a stove made of stone and mud, which was the kitchen he had prepared for himself.

However, as soon as he walked out of the cave, he heard something unusual in his ears.

It was footsteps, human footsteps.

Luo Changfeng paused, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an inexplicable smile.

Finally waited for you, but fortunately I didn't give up.

Luo Changfeng did not stop his movements, he put the iron pot on the stove, it was not very appropriate, the hole he left was small, but the problem was not big, the iron pot was only more than an inch higher than the stove, and it did not affect the use.

After setting up the iron pot, he began to make the lid of the wooden pot from the wood he had untied before, and this time he went to the city and bought some iron nails at the blacksmith shop, which was much more convenient.

......

The sun is empty, and it exudes infinite enthusiasm towards the earth, but the creatures in the Tongbai Mountain do not seem to appreciate it.

Wild boars and bears either hide in shady burrows to sleep or find a muddy puddle to roll around and let the muddy water cover their skin, thus rejecting the sun's enthusiasm.

The sun shines through the foliage on the ground, filling the forest with dappled golden spots.

Dugu Qiuwan was originally walking in the forest, and after walking for about an hour and a half, he also saw the stone wall like a screen from afar, so he came this way.

There was no doubt that he had also reached the outside of the Valley of the Condor before he heard a knocking sound.

Dugu's heart moved, and he thought of the scene he saw before, a big bird, carrying a person flying over the mountains and forests.

Could it be that in this valley, what kind of hidden masters live?

Thinking of this, Dugu's heart couldn't help but be full of anticipation.

In the past ten years, he has picked out all the famous masters in the martial arts, but he has never met a decent opponent, and he can't get a defeat.

Slowly, he found that there was no one in the world who could compete with him in martial arts, and for Dugu, who placed everything on the sword, this kind of loneliness was something that others could not experience.

At this moment, he only hopes that there is a worldly master with strong martial arts here who can give him a defeat.