The young man took two steps back, opened a relatively safe distance from Fan Qing, and tried to check the man's cultivation with his "bright eyes", but he didn't see through, so he stared at Fan Qing's movements with the corner of his eye, ready to sacrifice his life at any time.

Because the question asked by the Lieutenant of the Jin Kingdom in front of him was too strange, and he also mentioned the horn, for the safety of the horn, Ye Feng would definitely get rid of any person who might pose a threat to the horn, even if it cost his life.

Fan Qing noticed the bursts of killing intent emanating from Ye Feng's body, hurriedly waved his hand to stop it, and said with a smile: "Little brother, don't be suspicious, I can't hide it, I am also from Nanqi Village in the Great Song Dynasty, but I came to the Jin Kingdom by chance and was appreciated by a general, so I enlisted in the Scimitar Lang here." ”

The man tentatively took a few steps forward and patted Ye Feng's arm gently, looking as friendly as possible.

It's just a bearded man who has been fighting on the sand for many years, but he is so tolerant and humble to a fourteen or fifteen-year-old half-year-old boy, which always makes people feel a little weird and indescribable.

Sensing that this person had no evil intentions, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief, retracted his breath machine, and smiled, "I'm sorry Fan Duwei, it's just that the Wang Horn in your mouth is my friend, and I hope you don't want to be surprised." ”

Fan Qing's movements stiffened, his cheekbones twitched twice, he wanted to say something but held back, pondered for a moment, and asked with a smile: "Since Little Brother Ye Feng has traveled all the way, I don't know where he plans to go next?"

After a pause, he added enthusiastically: "If there is nothing important, why don't you go to Dawan City with me to rest for a few days, and see the craftsmanship of those blacksmiths in the city?"

Ye Feng's heart moved, "Doesn't Dawan City have to have a city lord to enter the city, can you take me in?"

Fan Qing smiled when he heard this, and patted the young man on the shoulder, "The soldiers in the city and above can bring one family member to the city to visit relatives a year, I haven't been home for many years, and then you will say that it is my distant nephew, so you can naturally enter the city." ”

Ye Feng nodded suddenly, thinking that this was not a bad idea, and sincerely thanked Fan Qing, and the two walked down the mountain together.

came to the bottom of the mountain and met the scimitar squad guarding the tiger, and everyone walked towards Dawan City together.

Returning to the gate of Dawan City again, Ye Feng easily entered the city under Fan Qing's guarantee.

instructed his subordinates to take the tiger to the beast taming workshop, Fan Qingqiang pulled Ye Feng to find a tavern, asked for a number of wine and food, and beckoned Ye Feng to drink.

After being pulled by Fan Qingqiang to drink a few glasses, Ye Feng's delicate cheeks were slightly red, and he took a break from drinking, and the young man waved his hand apologetically: "Fan Duwei, I really can't drink anymore, boy, I have never drunk, I really can't drink." ”

"Tsk~"

Fan Qing frowned, "You little girl is also fourteen or fifteen years old, and you are half a man, how can you do it without drinking?" ”

Without waiting for Ye Feng to refuse, the man picked up the wine jug again and poured a full glass for Ye Feng.

Looking at Fan Qing's expression that could not be refused, Ye Feng helplessly picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank it all, he raised his arm, leaned on the table, held his forehead and waved his hand: "Fan Duwei, I really can't drink, I really can't drink." ”

Ye Feng's eyelids closed back and forth, his head was shaky, and he could fall asleep at any time.

Fan Qing pinched the chopsticks and hit the back of the young man's hand hard, making him much more sober.

While pouring himself wine, the man smiled and said to Ye Feng:

"I haven't been back to Nanwei Village for many years, and I don't know what has become of it, sometimes I really want to go back to see it, but unfortunately the barracks are too strict, and I really don't have a chance. ”

Fan Qing put the wine jug aside, glanced at Ye Feng, and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "By the way, how is that Wang Horn in the village now? When I came out, that little cub was still wearing open crotch pants, always chasing after me behind my buttocks, and asked me to buy him sugar gourds to eat." ”

After that, the man laughed dryly, looking nostalgic, as if he recalled his days in Nanwei Village.

Ye Feng raised his eyelids and glanced at Fan Qing, put a piece of meat in his mouth and said while chewing: "Well, the horn is very good, I have already worshiped Zhuo Qi, the general of Ziwu Guan, as my father-in-law, and his future is limitless." ”

The young man raised his hand and rubbed his face, sighed, and continued: "Alas~ It's a pity that the horn is his mother, who went to the house of the rich man Wang Dongsheng in the village to be a maid in order to make a living, but he couldn't bear the humiliation and was forced to jump into the well. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a clear sound of "pop", and the chopsticks in Fan Qing's hand had been broken into two, and the skin and flesh between the fingers were strangled white by the bamboo chopsticks.

Ye Feng shrugged his eyelids, quietly looked at Fan Qing, who had blue muscles in his temples, rubbed his face with his hands again, and continued to narrate: "As for his grandmother... At the end of his life, he walked away with a smile after knowing that his grandson had a chance. ”

Fan Qing was silent for a long time, slowly let go of the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, and said with a smile: "Let the little brother laugh, I have been an orphan since I was a child, and his grandmother has always taken good care of me. ”

The young man Ye Feng was noncommittal, his hands were propped up on the table to support his chin, and he looked at Fan Qing with a smile.

Just when the man couldn't help but open his mouth to find some topics and ease the atmosphere, Ye Feng stood up with a "whew", hung the basket on his shoulder, picked up the sword on the table, and turned his head to look at Fan Qing.

This time, the young man's eyes did not have the previous drunken haze, but the fierceness of ice and the indifference of thousands of miles away.

After a moment of silence, he said calmly: "Wang Dongsheng is dead, Horn killed him with his own hands, if I see Horn one day, I will never mention your matter to him, just like Horn's father who has been silent since joining the army and died on the battlefield." ”

The young man bit his lip fiercely, "I hope that Fan Duwei will not say that he is an orphan in the future, because orphans ..... They were all abandoned by their parents. ”

After saying that, Ye Feng resolutely left the table without looking back.

There was only one middle-aged man over forty years old and a stubble beard, sitting in the tavern, grinning and crying silently, tears and snot flowing down his face.

Out of the tavern, the young man went straight to the gate of Dawan City, the idea in his heart had been confirmed, Ye Feng didn't want to have anything to do with that Fan Duwei anymore, and he didn't want to go into the city to find someone to make a soft armor because of Fan Qing.

Otherwise, he didn't know how to face that honest face after returning to Ziwu Pass in the future, and how to face the fat man who always said that whoever bullied him would blow up that person's head.

Walking a few feet away from the city gate, Ye Feng suddenly felt that someone behind him was pulling the back basket on his body, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a red-nosed obscene man in a big black robe looking at him with a cheap look.

Most of the man's hair has fallen off, and only a few strands of hair remain, fluttering in the wind, and the obscene appearance coupled with the shiny face and yellow teeth is really disgusting.

The lewd man saw Ye Feng turn his head, and said with a mouthful of big yellow teeth and a cheap smile: "Boy, there are good things in your back basket, the dragon scales of the thousand-year-old dragon's abdomen, but you can't find it!"

Ye Feng frowned a little when he looked at the man's sloppy appearance, gently brushed the man's hand away, and said without emotion: "This has nothing to do with you, I want to go out of the city, don't hinder me." ”

"Hey~ Don't!"

The lewd man screamed, reached out again and grabbed the back basket, and said with a smile: "Didn't you come to this Dawan City to create something, give me the dragon scales, and I will create a middle-level armor for you that can withstand the blows of the masters of the Five Realms of the Great Perfection!"

Ye Feng paused, his tone was unquestionable, "I wanted to make an armor before, but now I don't want to." ”

Ye Feng raised his hand and wanted to knock off the man's hand holding the back basket, but this time it was not as easy as just now, the obscene man's hand was embedded in the back basket like an iron tong, and no matter how hard the young man tried, he couldn't move at all.

Looking at the man's sloppy smile, Ye Feng couldn't help but get angry, frowned and scolded softly: "What are you going to do?"

The lewd man didn't care about the young man's attitude, and said with a hippie smile: "Don't do anything, it's just itchy hands, and I want to use your dragon scales to make an armor." ”

After speaking, ignoring Ye Feng's obstruction, he reached out and touched the inside of the back basket, and his expression suddenly changed as he touched it, and his red nose twisted left and right with the man's eyebrows, and finally pulled out his hand with his big yellow teeth.

The lewd man looked at the toad ingots in his hand that pretended to be dead, and smiled, "What should I be, I've been doing it for a long time, it's a toad, your little doll's pet taste is quite unique." ”

Ye Feng didn't say a word, and he was already on the verge of breaking out.

Rao is a person with a good temper, and he will lose patience when he encounters this kind of laipi.

After taking the ingots back and putting them in the back basket, the young man couldn't help but have a sad face, "I'm really in a hurry to get out of the city, don't pester me anymore!"

The lewd man was stunned, retracted his smile and looked dignified, and stood with his hands on his back, "Boy, since you have come to Dawan City, you must also know something about this place, and tell you generously, my name is Cui Qi, I only said the last time, if you are willing, give me the dragon scales, I will make a soft armor for you, if you don't want to, then you can go." ”

The man turned his back on his sleeves, as if he was a little annoyed.

Ye Feng couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he looked at this person's back, it was difficult to connect the forging master Cui Qi in his heart with this lewd man.

After thinking about it repeatedly in his heart, the young man sighed helplessly, hugged his fist at the lewd man, and said respectfully: "Senior Cui Qi, boy Ye Feng, I implore my seniors to make a move and forge a pair of soft armor for me." ”

Saying this, Ye Feng's heart felt a little guilty.

It was because of Fan Qing's relationship that he entered Dawan City, so he could meet Cui Qi and ask him to make a move, so Ye Feng always felt sorry for the horn, no matter how he thought about it, he just couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

I think this is also due to the young man's nature, in his heart, he will always magnify the things related to the people around him.

You can give up your dream of being a swordsman for your grandfather's wishes, you can give up Shenquan for the sake of the fierce leopard and tigress, and you can also give up most of the dragon materials for the fat monk.

Sometimes Ye Feng would also ask himself, is he too indecisive, or is the emotion in the world supposed to be like this?

Unfortunately, he may never find the answer.