Yi Feng searched for Xiaohong everywhere in vain, returned to the valley, and continued to look for clues, but still found nothing.

It was as if she had disappeared from the valley, and there was no sign of her leaving, and in fact, there was no sign of anyone else entering the valley.

The reason why Yi Feng suspected that she was taken away by bandits and horse bandits was mainly because the valley was miles away, and on that day, there were traces of horse thieves coming and going, but in fact, there were no hoof prints indicating that those horse thieves had entered the valley.

However, since Xiaohong was not captured by a nearby horse thief, where did she go?

In the dead of night, in front of the wooden house, he looked up at the lonely moon in the sky, and thought to himself: "I will make such a big noise, a radius of a hundred miles, but someone found Xiaohong, I am afraid that she has already been sent to me, so there is no news so far, is it true that no one has seen her? Speaking of which, at that time, there were no footprints of her at all on the residual snow outside the valley, could she really disappear out of thin air?"

In fact, he didn't know anything about Xiaohong's origins, and the only thing he could be sure of was that she was definitely not an ordinary little girl.

Although it was just a meeting in Pingshui, no matter what, they also lived together for a winter after all, and they felt like their sister who was taken care of by themselves.

She disappeared for no reason like this, and it was naturally false to say that she was not worried.

It's a pity that because there are really no clues, Yi Feng has no way to do anything for her.

Yi Feng was in the valley, and guarded for a few days, the New Year finally arrived, the distant town, the jade pot was bright, the fish and dragons danced, a lively, everywhere was full of lights, fireworks were set off at night, but he was just alone in the valley, practicing the knife technique for a day, and when it was getting late, he ate a little barbecue left yesterday.

At night, after the hour, the new year has arrived, he looked up at the endless starry sky, was silent for a long time, and then continued to practice the exercises, and when the day was almost dawn, everything was quiet, he was alone, went to bed and slept for a while, and then, the eastern sky slowly brightened.

He got up not long after dawn, walked outside, and began to practice the sword again, and after a long time, his stomach was so hungry that he looked up, and the sun had begun to set in the west.

In the past, in order to take care of Xiaohong, on the way to practice knives, I inevitably had to stop, breakfast and lunch, busy for a while, and I also filled my stomach.

And now, after a day of hard practice, I feel a lot lazy.

In this way, two more days passed, and on that day, he brought a basin of water, looked at himself in the water, his body was sloppy, his eyes were bloodshot, he was silent for a long time, and began to realize that if it went on like this, it would not work after all.

He couldn't be like this anymore, living here alone.

He didn't practice his sword again, but cleaned up in the valley for a while, took a bath in the cold water of the spring cold, ran around the valley, changed into clean new clothes, and made himself some delicious dinner without bothering. After dinner, I sat on the roof, looked at the stars for a while, and then went to sleep.

This is the first time in the past few months that he has slept so early, tossing and turning, and it is a little difficult to sleep.

The next day, he left the valley with the dragon slayer on his back.

Although the spring is still cold, the breath of early spring is still rolled up to both sides of the Monty Python River, the greenery begins to become full, and the business travelers coming and going on various avenues are gradually increasing. The young man carried the dragon slayer knife on his back, and when he passed by the inn and the post station, he also inquired about the current situation by the way.

The struggle at the court intensified, and the young emperor's position was completely vacated. On the rivers and lakes, conflicts between the Baking Gang and the Chengtian Shunyun Alliance also broke out constantly, and gangs of all sizes were involved.

In addition, it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Peng Chonghai, the world's top master "Crazy Sword", intended to shatter the void, but he failed to ascend and suffered heavy losses. In addition, in the city of Wanjie to the north, a large number of people have disappeared in the past two months, and it is rumored that evil sorcerers are experimenting......

These are the general trend on the rivers and lakes, and there are also large and small, all kinds of trivial matters in the rivers and lakes, although they are not so sensational, but they are also turbulent, constantly cutting, and chaotic. At this time, a piece of news made Yi Feng pay a lot of attention.

"I heard that no, the dart of Flying Star Martial Arts has been robbed again!" a man whispered to his companion in the corner of the inn hall.

"The Divine Eagle Sect is going to kill the Zhao family completely!" Another man with a pockmarked face sighed, "Alas, Master Zhao Bo Zhao of the Flying Star Martial Arts is also a chivalrous and unparalleled good man, but unfortunately, it is difficult to be a good person these days, and he died unjustly!"

"There is nothing unjust, if the Condor Sect wants to control the entire Wind Picking City, it can't leave the Flying Star Martial Arts, isn't this an obvious thing? It's just that Master Zhao's skills are not as good as others......

Who would have thought that Cao Tai's guy would smear poison on the blade of the sword?"

"There's no way, even if the Divine Eagle Sect uses despicable means, what can the Flying Star Martial Arts do? The rivers and lakes are sinister, did the people of the Zhao family only know about it today?" The man sighed, "In these years, who really has to abide by those rules of the rivers and lakes?" Master Zhao is good at everything, but he is too old and antique, everything is chivalrous, everything is about rules, and if he can't fight the Divine Eagle Sect, there is no way to do it, these years, isn't it who is shameless?"

The two shook their heads and sighed, both sighing.

On the other side of them, Yi Feng sat at the table, drinking a little wine, the dragon slaying knife on his back, and groaned in his heart: "Flying Star Martial Arts?"

After paying for the wine, Yi Feng carried the dragon slaying knife on his back, walked out of the inn, and walked to the street. During the New Year, there was a lot of excitement everywhere, children in ragged clothes running around him, firecrackers exploding at his feet, women gathered in a group, men with sad faces, someone in the distance scolding, followed by a quarrel, and I don't know what was arguing.

When he came to the post station, he stood there and asked, and there were two ruthless-looking Jianghu guests next to him, who looked at him, as if they wanted to do something, but they didn't cause trouble after all. In the evening, he got into the carriage of the post station, and at noon on the second day, he turned the carriage twice and came to Caifeng City. Entering the city, it is obviously the Lantern Festival, but at this moment, the Wind Picking City is filled with a depressing atmosphere like bloody wind and rain.

Although the degree of prosperity is far less than that of Tianhua City, Caifeng City was originally a county town, but at this moment, walking on the shoulder, there is not much lively atmosphere in the festival. The woman took the child by the hand and hurried away, and at the end of the alley, there were traces of swords slashing, and even people were dragging the corpse.

When I looked up, I could see a drum-shaped mountain in the middle of the city, and at the foot of the mountain, there were flames rushing and black smoke rising.

After crossing two streets, I looked to the right, a short alley half a zhang wide, and there was a pharmacy at the entrance of the alley. He walked to the pharmacy, stepped over the threshold, and the shopkeeper greeted him, asking him what he wanted to buy. He said, "May I ask, how does the Flying Star Martial Arts go?"

The shopkeeper shrank back and looked at him, hesitating. There was an angry roar outside, Yi Feng went out of the store, and followed the sound to see that a martial artist was being besieged by several people, although the martial artist knew the thunder method, but his strength was not strong, and after a few punches, he was cut down to the ground in the process of Xuan Qi cutting off.

The people around him, dressed in black, either holding knives or swords, did not kill him directly, but tortured him with a knife and a sword, and some people laughed mockingly: "With your ability, you dare to go to the Zhao family to help the fist?" "What do you mean that you have never died?" You idiot just haven't died!" "The Zhao family itself is difficult to protect, and if there are more weak chickens like you, it is just a few more deaths." ”

Those people laughed, suddenly, the thunder flashed, the dust swept all over the sky, those black-shirted people knew that someone had made a move, hurriedly guarded, brushed, a lightning light in their reaction, through the flying dust, and when the dust gradually stopped, they looked at each other, all of them were surprised...... The wounded who had been besieged by them were gone.