"Ye Feng, you say..... Will those martial arts gang in Guanli be willing to take me in?"

The short and fat boy looked sideways at Ye Feng, his expression was apprehensive, and his tone was weak.

With a faint smile on his face, Ye Feng patted the latter's shoulder and encouraged: "Don't worry, as long as you want to do it and dare to do it, there will definitely be good results!"

"Hmm!"

The horn nodded vigorously, "hehe" smirked.

Along the way, Ye Feng has painted the Fuhu fist method into a boxing book and sent it to the horn.

As for the sword moves "Shocking Hong" and "Little Meditation Decision", they were given to Ye Feng by Leng Nuan, and without his permission, the young man categorically did not dare to give them to others.

However, although the horn looks a little stupid, practicing the ups and downs of the tiger boxing is like a dragon entering the water, and it has reached the peak of the physical training realm in just three days!

If he reached the Four Realms of Physical Training and had a good mental method to assist, then his future achievements, Ye Feng really couldn't imagine!

was about to walk to the gate of the city, the young man suddenly stood still and turned to look at Ye Feng, his brows furrowed a little, his expression was serious, and he said:

"Ye Feng, don't worry, even if there is a martial arts hall willing to accept me, I will never practice other exercises, in the future, I will only practice the Fuhu Fist you taught me, and only be your Ye Feng's brother, I am two years older than you, and in the future, you will be my Wang Trumpet's younger brother, if anyone bullies you, I will blow his head with one punch!"

After speaking, the horn smiled and raised his fist at Ye Feng.

The boy didn't answer, just smiled faintly.

Ye Feng is destined to be a person who can't express his emotions.

At the south pass of Ziwu Pass, the head of the city gate more than ten zhang wide is engraved with the word "Chang Sheng" in a vigorous and domineering manner, and there are nearly 100 heroic ironclad soldiers holding spears standing under the gatehouse, standing in four rows, and are checking the passing people who enter and exit the pass one by one.

The two teenagers glanced at each other, sighed in their hearts that the guards of this Ziwu Pass were heavily guarded, and stepped forward side by side to accept the interrogation.

"Huh?"

An ironclad soldier lifted the back basket behind Ye Feng and found the fat toad ingots lying in the back basket.

This toad has not come out under Ye Feng's hints, and even the horn doesn't know its existence, it's not that Ye Feng doesn't trust the horn, but because he is afraid that his honest character will cause trouble if he leaks his mouth, so he concealed it.

"How can there be a big toad?"

The ironclad soldier poked Yuanbao's stomach with his fingers, looked at Ye Feng with a curious expression and asked.

Ye Feng quietly used his "clear eyes" to see the soldier's Qi cultivation in the Seven Realms, and he didn't dare to say the identity of the Yuanbao Spirit Pet, so he smiled apologetically and said perfunctorily: "Oh, Brother Bing, this is my pet." ”

The corners of the ironclad soldier's mouth twitched, and he grinned, "What? Keeping a toad as a pet?

Several ironclad soldiers around heard the movement here, and they all came over curiously, and everyone looked at the toad ingots staring at the big-eyed ones in the back basket, and they all stretched out their hands curiously, you poke me and I poked and said:

"Wow, this toad is so fat. ”

"Yes, why don't you hibernate in the winter?"

"You see, it's not afraid of people!"

"This toad has big eyes. ”

"Hmm... I want to eat spicy bullfrogs. ”

Seeing more and more people gathering, Ye Feng couldn't help but secretly complain, his heart moved, and he quietly took out two taels of silver from his arms and stuffed them into the hands of the original soldier.

Unexpectedly, the soldier not only shook his head again and again to refuse, but also reprimanded Ye Feng very angrily: "I said, why don't you learn this little girl? Do you want to learn these indiscriminate deeds? My big Song Tieying Wei is the kind of money-greedy rat in your eyes?"

After a pause, his expression eased, he raised his hand and poked the toad in the back basket, and said with a pout: "We just look at it, the broken short sword on your body is not uncommon for us, and the kitchen knives in Ziwu Guan are stronger than that." ”

Ye Feng listened with a black line on his face, not to mention the short sword he snatched from the man in white, just the time when Ye Feng fought the wolves alone, if he didn't have a short sword, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to survive the fierce leopard to rescue him.

The ironclad soldier in front of him actually said that this short sword was not even as good as a kitchen knife, and the young man was really upset for the short sword.

Seeing Ye Feng's gloomy face, the ironclad soldier sneered, waved his hand and said, "Okay, be careful, go in quickly, it's going to close when it's late." ”

The horn, who had never dared to make a sound, hurriedly pulled Ye Feng towards the gate when he heard this, for fear that Ye Feng would fight with others.

After walking seventeen or eighteen steps, Ye Feng suddenly grabbed the short and fat boy and paused, turned his head and shouted to the ironclad soldier:

"Hillbilly! I haven't even seen a fat toad, and I'm embarrassed to say that I'm so cheeky!"

"Hey, you kid!"

The ironclad soldier widened, looked at the backs of the two teenagers who fled in the wilderness, stopped in place and smiled, and did not chase after them.

It was already dark when they entered the pass, Ye Feng and the speaker found a small inn and drank a bowl of clear soup and noodles alone, and asked the shopkeeper for an ordinary room.

"Hey~!hey~!"

The pudgy boy stood on the ground and waved his fists.

The young Ye Feng sat on the bed and closed his eyes to practice the small meditation technique.

Dangdang~

With a sudden knock on the door, a neutral man's voice came through the door:

"Hey, I don't sleep at night, what are you doing!"

The short and fat boy stopped his movements and opened the door, and saw a burly bearded man standing outside the door, he couldn't help but panic a little, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to disturb your rest, I'll pay attention next time!"

Seeing this, the bearded man didn't say much, pursed his lips impatiently, and went back to his room with his arms dangling.

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, Ye Feng and Horn began to practice Fuhu Fist in the small guest room as soon as they opened their eyes, for fear of disturbing others, the two of them had been gritting their teeth and practicing in a muffled voice.

Going downstairs to eat something simply, Ye Feng carried the basket on his back and led the horn to start looking for a suitable martial arts hall outside.

After a day of shopping but finding nothing, I went back to the inn with my tired legs and ate some noodles, and the two teenagers went upstairs and squeezed into a bed and fell asleep.

After several days of repeating this, the horn still did not find a martial arts hall willing to accept him.

The martial arts halls and gangs in Guanli either disliked him for being too young to work, or charged two or three hundred taels for tuition, which also made the initial flame in the young man's heart gradually extinguished.

"Ye Feng, otherwise I won't apprentice, so I'll go to the Jin Kingdom with you to practice, right?"

The horn lay on the bed without love, and said to Ye Feng, who was sitting at the table holding Nie Li's travelogue.

"No, that's too dangerous, and the martial arts you and I pursue are different. ”

Ye Feng refused to horn without raising his head.

In fact, the young man didn't think about walking the rivers and lakes with the horn, not to mention that it was inconvenient for the two to escape when they encountered danger outside, and more importantly, the martial arts they pursued were too different.

Ye Feng has always wanted to be a dashing swordsman who wanders the world, but Trumpet's wish is to be a cavalry of the Iron Eagle Guard to make meritorious contributions.

These two starting points will not touch each other in any way.

There is another point that the horn has never said to Ye Fengming, that is, his father who has disappeared for ten years, and he has no one alive or dead.

The reason why he wanted to be an Iron Eagle Guard cavalryman was actually because he wanted to find his father.

"What should I do then? We have given all the money to the people in the village, and I can't learn from the teacher, and my current cultivation is too low, and I can't enlist in the army. ”

The horn lay on the bed and hung his head down the edge of the bed, looking at Ye Feng with his head, helplessly asking.

"Keep looking tomorrow. ”

Ye Feng replied and continued to look down at the book.

The short and fat boy was about to speak, but was stopped by Ye Feng raising his hand.

At the same time, the toad ingots also poked out two frog eyes from the back basket and looked at Ye Feng...

The short and fat boy who only made a stupid personality stared at Ye Feng and then at the ingots with two small eyes, completely unclear.

A moment later, with a slight knock on the door from next door, Ye Feng quietly got up like a cheetah and crouched by the door, hearing the soft muttering of the two people:

"This is the sword "Xuanjiao" that Cao Shenling entrusted me to find in the courtyard of the Wang family house in Nanwei Village, as well as the son Wang Lang of Cao Shenling, I have sent someone to send it to the other garden, you hurry up and give the sword to Cao Shenling now, I want to go back to the main altar of the Black Dragon Society to restore my life, you must be careful yourself..."

"Don't worry, Hall Master Jiang. ”

As the footsteps left, there was a "squeak" closing sound from next door.

Ye Feng squinted, tiptoed to the window with the travelogue in his hand, opened a gap in the window with a book, and stared at the door of the inn quietly.

Not long after, a gray-haired middle-aged man wearing a yellow mink fur walked out of the inn, and after walking a few steps, the man saw that there was no one on the street, so he exerted his magical powers, and disappeared into the night step by step.

Slowly lowering the window, Ye Feng put the basket on his back and beckoned the horn on the bed to go to the ground, and the two stood at the door together, listening to the movement in the next room.

Ye Feng has always had a keen intuition beyond ordinary people, just when the mink man went up to the second floor of the inn just now, Ye Feng, who had been studying Nie Li's travels, felt a strong invisible pressure.

He crouched by the door and glanced at the mink qiu man with the "clear eyes" of the small meditation technique, but he couldn't see through the other party's cultivation at all, coupled with the reminder of the toad ingot, the young man could conclude that the mink qiu man must be the master of Xuanzhao Realm!

And from the conversation between the two, Ye Feng heard that the Wang Mansion of Nanwei Village in the mouths of the two should be Wang Dongsheng's house, and as for Wang Lang, the son of Cao Shenling, nine times out of ten it is Wang Lang, who was stabbed seventeen times by the horn.

Squeak~

The door of the next room was gently pushed open, and out came a bearded man dressed in coarse linen, still holding a sword wrapped in white cloth.

The man turned his head vigilantly and walked down the stairs.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Feng saw with his eyes that the man was the peak cultivation of the Four Realms of Qi Cultivation, and after a little thought, he beckoned the horn to chase him out.

In any case, you have to keep up and take a look, not to mention the sword in the hand of the bearded man, it is the Cao Shen Ling that the two of them just said, Ye Feng must also find out the details of this person.

The official position of the Great Song Dynasty, the leader is a dignified military general with real power from the third grade, if Wang Lang is the illegitimate son of this person, then the horn and himself must not continue to stay in this Ziwu Pass.