People came and went under the Jinguang Gate Pass, and I saw a very inconspicuous carriage slowly driving out from under the city pass. There were no guards, no ornate decorations, but only the imprint of the imperial court was engraved.

For many people, leaving Chang'an, they will never come back. Who would dare to believe that in this ordinary carriage, there was the terrifying Mo Jian Si in Chang'an City.

Why do people like to call themselves Mo Jian Si? That was a few decades ago, when he was still an ordinary supervisor and supervisor, and it was not until Wei Qijian and the others came to Chang'an that he was promoted to the head of the Jian Tian Division.

is the so-called success and defeat of Xiao He, if there is no Wei Qijian, he is estimated to have spent the rest of his life quietly in a house in Chang'an. How can there be such a restless couch now?

For many, he was lucky.

What if you leave Chang'an? At least in the North Underworld Pass, you can stay away from this court dispute, and it can be considered clean.

Although the carriage is ordinary, it is also the carriage of the imperial court, and the coachman smoothly makes the carriage out of Chang'an City, and the eyes are endless, as if you can see the snow in the north of the world at a glance.

Mo stopped pulling the curtain, as if he wanted to imprint the last appearance of Chang'an in his mind.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, Mo Zhifeng suddenly shouted. As soon as the coachman pulled the reins, the carriage that was galloping on the official road suddenly stopped. Mo Zhifeng's eyes stared at a ragged figure on the official road.

He carried an oil umbrella, a rusty sword, and a dark green short sword, like a chivalrous man walking the rivers and lakes, but he didn't have that romantic spirit, nor did he seem to be high-spirited, and his long back looked a little vicissitudes.

"Xu Changfeng ......" Mo Zhifeng's face changed greatly, as if he had thought of something, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the young man had disappeared in front of his eyes out of thin air.

Bang dang!

The car door was broken open in a hurry by Mo Zhufeng, and he jumped down, looking left and right on the official road, but he never found the figure of the young man in Fangcai. It was a long time before the coachman interrupted his thoughts.

This is an official road, and if you stay too long, it will always cause some people to be overwhelmed. If this matter reaches the ears of the prince, those gossips may not be able to make up words such as that he is reluctant to stop Chang'an, and he is unwilling to move for most of the day.

If this is the case, even if he goes to the North Underworld, his life will not be at ease.

"That's it, that's it...... Mo stopped the wind and smiled bitterly, "Shi is also fatal." ”

There was only one sentence left on the official road, and then the smoke and dust that rolled up to the sky gradually dissipated under the morning light as the wheels rolled.

When the carriage had been gone for a long time, in a bush beside the official road, a ragged young man emerged, carrying a sword and an umbrella, and only flat dry rations in his bag.

"It seems that Mo Zhifeng should have discovered something. And with his ability, sooner or later he will wake up. The boy couldn't help but frown and muttered to himself.

It's a very no-no

A good start, for a dying person, even a slender straw may make him use 12% of his strength to grasp. Having worked hard for this dynasty for most of his life, no one wants to be at the age of happiness, but he still has to go to the remote Guansai to suffer.

It would be fine if Mo Zhifeng stayed in Chang'an all the time, but if he was given a little hope, he would definitely try his best to return to Chang'an.

"Mo Zhifeng also went to the North Underworld, which is a bit tricky......"

The boy slowed his pace a little, he didn't want to touch the moldy head of Mo Stop. If he hadn't been alert, he would have probably been on his way to the Heavenly Supervisor. It's not alert, the reason why he can detect it is mainly because of the luck of the mountains and rivers in his body.

The mountain and river luck is a mysterious thing, and the stars will pass for a long time, but he is still helpless against this mountain and river luck, it feels like an uncontrolled qi in his body, but in many times, it is very helpful, such as just now.

Last night, His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince came down to see him off, and brought two pianos, when the two of them were talking about the old piano, Xu Changfeng found that the mountains and rivers in his body were in order, and they were running according to a certain law, which was very wonderful.

However, that esoteric feeling lasted less than a snap of a finger, and then disappeared without a trace.

This is the first time that a teenager has left Chang'an alone, and the further north he goes, the fewer pedestrians will be along the way, the climate will gradually become much cooler, and the sassy autumn will gradually dissipate into a faint chill.

In the blink of an eye, dusk is here again.

"I guess it's about five days before we get to the North Underworld. The boy thought to himself.

Walking the rivers and lakes, foot strength is a very important factor. If you walk fast, you will be able to find a place to stay before dark, and if you walk slowly, it is common to stay in the mountains and forests at night.

Xu Changfeng was lucky, there was a wooden house half a mile in front of him. The wooden houses are built by the lake, with abundant vegetation and greenery.

"If this hut is unoccupied, stay here for the night. The boy thought to himself.

He walked up quickly, the sky was a little gloomy at the moment, and half an hour ago he could see the high sun setting in the west, as above the edge today, there were only gloomy ashes, as if a rainstorm was about to fall at any time. There is a wooden house, which is much better than finding some rocky caves in the middle of the woods.

The young man walked into the wooden house, only to find that there was an old man sitting next to the house, who could not tell his age from his appearance, at least in the age of the sixtieth year, dressed in white, holding a fishing rod to fish in the lake, giving people a feeling of fairy wind. Beside him, there was a bamboo basket, but it was empty.

"Old man. Xu Changfeng stepped forward to greet him.

"Moving the boat to the smoke, the sunset is new. The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people. The old man did not answer, his eyes stared at the uneven surface of the lake and chanted.

"Is the old man waiting for someone?" asked the young man.

"It's okay to look for someone, or wait for someone, but if the person you want to find is nowhere to be found, the person who waits naturally can't wait

。 As the old man spoke, his thin arm suddenly exerted force, and the rod was lifted from under the surface of the lake with a swish. I saw a one-foot-long carp leap out of the water, splashing everywhere.

The old man put the carp into the bamboo basket with ease, slowly turned to the young man and smiled: "Xiaoyou has come from afar, and there is nothing to entertain, why don't you and I eat this carp soup tonight?"

When the young man heard this, he couldn't help but tremble, and hurriedly said, "Thank you." ”

He didn't expect the old man to entertain him with a freshly caught fish, the footprints in the vicinity had already dried up, and the old man must have been doing it here for some time, and if he hadn't known in advance that a fish had been hooked at this time, he would never have entertained a guest with a freshly caught fish.

(End of chapter)