Early the next morning, Kang Wansheng pretended to bid farewell to Murong Feng, and said something, Senior Brother went back to take good care of my master for me, and so on, as if Murong Feng was going back to Bacchus Village. The two of them played and sang, and they acted decently. If there really is an enemy watching, this is the moment.

Murong Feng rode out of the city, galloped all the way along the main road, turned into the mountain road in a no-man's land, and when he came out again after a while, he had already changed into the appearance of another person. This person is dressed as a middle-aged martial artist, with a somewhat fierce face, and a waist knife under his crotch. Murong Feng's big gun was wrapped in a long cloth bag and carried on the side of the horse. If people see it, they will only think that it is a long weapon, but they will not know what kind of weapon it is.

Murong Feng rode on the road, walked more than two hundred miles, and came to a town. This is the only way to enter Beijing, and those who enter Beijing must rest here for one night before they can continue their journey. Therefore, Murong Feng decided to wait for Miss Sun here.

He spent a lot of money to buy a carriage and two horses pulling the cart, and sold his war horse cheaply. He hid his spear at the bottom of the carriage and changed into another human skin mask. It was a man in his fifties, with a sallow-complexion, a rather obscene appearance, and a fluffy beard on his chin, who looked like the most ordinary trader.

Murong Feng bought some local specialties again, loaded them into the car, and disguised them as purchases. Then I stayed in the only inn in the local area, and asked for a room facing the street, and looked down from the window of the guest room, so that you could see the people passing by.

In the next few days, Murong Feng waited in the inn during the day, or ate in the lobby, or pretended to rest in the room, but in fact, he observed the pedestrians on the street and waited for Miss Sun. He was still not at ease, so he gave a lot of tips to the shopkeeper, and told the shopkeeper that if there were two girls, dressed as Beidesert people, who passed by here, they must inform themselves, saying that they were the customers of their own business, and they were waiting for them here. Xiao Er accepted the money, so naturally he didn't ask much, and secretly paid more attention to Murong Feng.

Three days later, in the evening, it was already dark. Murong Feng was resting in the room, he had been observing by the window for a day today, and there was no trace of Miss Sun and Sarina, guessing that they would probably not arrive today, after all, Miss Sun did not know martial arts, so she walked a little slower. At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Xiao Er's voice came from outside the door: "Uncle Feng, you have been resting, and the villain has brought you dinner." ”

It turned out that after Murong Feng became his current appearance, he gave himself a pseudonym, and then used the Feng character in his name to become a surname, and publicized his name as Feng Qi. Now listening to the call of the shopkeeper, he hurriedly opened the door.

I saw a tray in the shopkeeper's second-hand room, with four dishes on it and a pot of wine. Xiao Er blinked mysteriously, pouted downstairs, and said softly: "Master, you have been waiting for someone to arrive, that girl is really peugeot, and she has never seen such a beautiful alien woman after living for so many years." No wonder you've been waiting. ”

Murong Feng glared and said, "Don't talk nonsense, that's my big customer, it's not as you think, if you want to talk nonsense, look at my boss's ear scraper and whip you." ”

The shopkeeper was so frightened that he stuck out his tongue and didn't dare to speak again. Murong Feng took out an ingot of silver, which could have about five taels, handed it to the shopkeeper, and said, "Which room they live in, tell me after finding out, don't make a noise, this silver will be brought to you." ”

The shopkeeper took the silver and went with a thousand thanks, he couldn't earn so much silver in the past year. Today can be regarded as a windfall, but it is not enough to do things for Murong Feng.