Mo Feng expected that the people of the Kunlun faction would not give up if they did not see their corpses. So along the way, he picked a remote path to walk, day and night, and finally escaped from the Kunlun Mountains on the third day and got out of the Kunlun faction's sphere of influence.

Mo Feng walked for another half a day, and when he saw a post station on the side of the road, he stopped and went in to rest. He asked Xiao Er for some food, and secretly planned for his future while picking up the rice in his mouth.

First of all, the name Mo Feng can no longer be used, what is the name of it... My master's common surname is Fang, and then take Jet's Jie character, I will simply call Fang Jie in the future.

After being incognito, the number of portals you have to change. When he reported to his family, he said that he was a disciple of the "Tiger and Leopard Hall of the Demon Hunting Sect", and he specialized in hunting demons and monsters to make a living. I don't expect others to know about my nonsense.

As for where to go... Alas, I used to be in Kunlun Mountain, and Master wouldn't let me go anywhere without a valid reason. Now that I'm an outcast of Kunlun, no one cares about me, but I don't know where I'm going.

After thinking about it, Mo Feng found that the world was so big that there was no place for himself.

That's it, the Central Plains martial arts people, I've always wanted to see it, and now that I have this opportunity, let's go there.

After eating, Mo Feng bought a sword in the hand of an ordinary martial artist passing by, and bought coarse cloth clothes and horses with the shopkeeper. After changing his clothes and tying up his sword, where is Mo Feng still the shadow of Kunlun's disciple Baiyi Shengxue.

He found a place to bury the white-clothed sword, mounted the lean horse of the post station, and continued to hurry.

There were no people on the way, and after walking for a long time, Mo Feng saw a small village sitting alone behind a dirt slope.

Mo Feng dismounted and entered the village. I saw the sound of chickens and dogs in the village, and the farmers worked hard, which was a good idyllic scenery.

Passing through the rows of farmers, Mo Feng's thin horse accidentally stepped on the flower garden of a farmer, and the farmer who was taking care of the flowers and plants stood up angrily and said angrily: "Stranger, take care of your horse!"

Mo Feng knew that it was his fault, smiled apologetically, and hurriedly pulled the horse away. Passing by the house in front of me, an old man was basking in the sun there, so comfortable. Mo Feng was thirsty, so he stepped forward to ask the old man for a bowl of water to drink.

Drinking water, Mo Feng looked at the idyllic village scene, and couldn't help but talk to the old man: "This is really a paradise. ”

"Haha, no, I love everything here, including these busy farmers. ”

"Old man, you're here..."

"I am the head of this green grass village. ”

"Oh, it's so peaceful and cozy, you must have done a lot of work, village chief. ”

"Haha, young man, you're joking. But this is the perfect place in my eyes, except for the damn werewolf..."

"Werewolf?" Mo Feng's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked the village chief.

"Well, strange to say, when I was younger, there were no monsters here. Maybe it's been in recent years, every time the moon is full, there is always a fierce and terrifying werewolf appearing. It destroys farmyards and breaks into people's homes. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it just bites livestock. I'm tormented by this monster. ”

"Maybe I can help you, in return for this bowl of water. Mo Feng said with a smile.

"You?haha, don't kid you. The strength and size of the werewolf are not something ordinary people can deal with. ”

"It's not a secret, that's what my Jie does. He said confidently.

Werewolves only appear on full moon nights, so in order to wait for a suitable night, Mo Feng, who is alias "Fang Jie", lives in the village chief's house.

The village chief's family has only one granddaughter named Xiaoting, and the two of them, one old and one young, depend on each other. Xiaoting is in her prime, snowy skin and teeth, and she looks cute. The little girl was very curious about Mo Feng, and pestered him all day long to ask questions.

The Kunlun faction is mostly male disciples, and Mo Feng has never had such a delicate and cute little junior sister, so he is quite spoiled by this little girl.

Mo Feng would always tell her about some monsters outside, and sometimes he would sneak a look at the booklet that Jett gave him when he couldn't think of it. According to the monster Mo Feng above, he made up nonsense, and every time he told a story, this little girl was scared to tears. In the end, it was Mo Feng who laughed and hugged Xiao Ting, who was crying into tears, in his arms and coaxed her, which made Xiao Nizi burst into tears and laughed.

The Qingcao villagers are simple and enthusiastic, and Mo Feng gradually became familiar with the villagers in the village, and got along with everyone quite happily. Among them is also the village man who angrily scolded himself that day and was obsessed with planting flowers.

The villager's name is Fusheng, and his father is also a foreigner, and he married a local man as his wife, so he settled here. However, the villagers here already regard him as their own, and they will not bully him because his father is an outsider.

Fusheng regards flowers as his life, so he will lose his temper for a while that day, so he treats Mo Feng. His nature is not bad, and he is not very old, so he quickly became friends with Mo Feng.

"Fang Jie, if you want to leave here in the future, you have to take me with you. Fusheng said humbly.

"Isn't it nice for you to be here?" asked Mo Feng puzzled.

"Men, you have to go out and break in. I imagine you too, going out and seeing what you do. ”

Mo Feng snickered in his heart, secretly thinking that you fiddle with flowers and plants every day, I thought you only had some little girl's thoughts. But it's rare that you have such ambition.

Then Mo Feng said: "Okay, but the rivers and lakes are sinister, and wandering is also a lot of hardship, so don't complain about it when the time comes." ”

"It's natural, come, it's a word!" "It's a word!"

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and the two struck each other with palms, thinking that they had agreed.

At night, Mo Feng had nothing to do, so he took out Jet's booklet and read it.

Some of the common monsters recorded on it, he knew that he would definitely use them in the future, and memorized them by heart, while others were only cursoryly seen and left an impression in his mind.

However, some monster books only record their names and appearances, and they don't know anything else, let alone summarize any hunting experience. Presumably, this monster is either too powerful or so rare that the compiler could not jot down any other useful information.

After reading the booklet, Mo Feng put it back in his arms, and took out the bottle of potion again, just staring at it in a daze. He had always been shrewd and decisive, but now he was hesitant for this bottle of medicine.

It stands to reason that he should drink it if he wants to become a true demon hunter, but is it really worth it if he has to risk his life for it?

Alas.

Finally, Mo Feng still let out a long breath and put the magic medicine back in its place. He looked up at the moon, it was still the waning moon, and it seemed that it was another idle night.

Mo Feng had no choice but to turn off the lights and sleep on the bed and clothes.