Some people, some things, if they miss it, they will never go back.

The cold wind blows, and a willow branch sways with the wind. Chatting around and around, the calm is broken.

Jiang Feng's figure slowly walked out of the woods, he held a sword, a sword in his left hand, and the sword was in its sheath.

Jiang Feng didn't walk fast, but he wasn't slow either, his steps were slightly larger than usual, and his eyes were full of openness in a symphony with the stars.

The posture of his right hand swinging is very peculiar, but there is a strange rhythm, as if the next moment, this slender hand as beautiful as white marble will become the most terrifying killing weapon.

"Senior brother said that you colluded with the Blood Knife Gate, kidnapped Ah Xiu, and killed Ah Xiu's two maids and Ye Jincai!"

Hua Wanzi already had a long sword in his hand, and Jiang Feng had no doubt that as long as he had the slightest admit, or he was weak and timid. This Hanmei woman, who used to take care of herself like a big sister, will look at herself at the top.

"Ye Jincai set up this bureau with others, it's a pity that I didn't think deeply enough at the time, thinking that it was impossible for them to threaten me. So, I fell for the trick, but Ye Jincai didn't understand my martial arts, so he died in my hands. As for the rest, I don't know anything!"

Jiang Feng replied as he walked, neither the speed nor the pace of his speech changed in the slightest.

"You swear, you really didn't collude with the Blood Knife Gate, and you didn't kidnap Ah Xiu!"

Although Hua Wanzi's words were harsh, they had been loosened a little.

"The emperor is above, and the thick soil is a mirror!"

Jiang Feng's voice was frank and loud.

"Let's go!"

Hua Wanzi put away his sword and said weakly to Jiang Feng.

Women are probably the most sensual and trusting creatures in the world. Although they will make many mistakes as a result, they may also avoid many tragedies as a result.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps, seven steps...... Three steps, two steps, one step. Hua Wanzi's sword was still in the sheath, and if there was anyone in the Snow Mountain Sect who understood Jiang Feng's strength, it must be Hua Wanzi.

One step away, if Jiang Feng took out the sword, Hua Wanzi would never be spared.

The moment they passed by, their eyes were straight forward, and the two sentences floated in the air at the same time.

"Out of the valley to the right. ”

"Watch out for the jade in the stone. ”

The bright torches were blown violently by the sudden strong wind, shaking violently, and almost extinguished. The light was dim and bright, but Jiang Feng's figure had gradually disappeared.

Later, Jiang Feng always wondered, what would he do if Hua Wanzi refused to let him go?

If Hua Wanzi came out of the sword, Jiang Feng really didn't know if his long sword would be unsheathed, perhaps, only at the moment when he really faced that moment, Jiang Feng would know the answer. But one thing Jiang Feng can be sure of is that only the person who has his long sword unsheathed and fallen cannot be himself.

Passing through this narrow passage, there is indeed an imperceptible path to the right. Lush and green, it looks a bit secretive.

After walking a short distance along the path, the sky has begun to gradually brighten, and in view of this, Jiang Feng's footsteps have become more rapid.

The strength of the Snow Mountain Sect spreads all over the northeast of Yunzhou, and it stands to reason that Jiang Feng should continue to the east and leave Yunzhou. But in fact, every day at noon, the river breeze will wait for the scorching sun to move forward.

High mountains, dense forests, streams, wild beasts, and snow-capped mountain disciples who check along the way.

Life is the best teacher to teach us to adapt to everything that happens.

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"Qingshui City!"

In half a month, although Jiang Feng, dressed in green clothes, appeared here, he had greatly changed his appearance compared with the past.

The long hair of the shawl, an iron sword that looked worn, and the handsome and fair face of the past became strangely yellow.

In half a month, Jiang Feng learned to find food in the mountains and forests, set traps, and distinguish between various poisonous, non-toxic or various medicinal materials. After applying a special herbal juice, Jiang Feng acquired this withered yellow dough.

A sign hung on one side of the gate, and there were few onlookers. Jiang Feng didn't deliberately go up to look at it, and the moment he walked by casually, at a glance, Jiang Wanfeng's three big characters and a portrait that looked too different from himself were imprinted in his heart.

The notice must have described Jiang Feng's appearance and martial arts characteristics, but in this world, literacy and hyphenation are skills that only the rich, scholars and people in the rivers and lakes can master.

The vast majority of ordinary people live a day and a day of life that works at sunrise and rests at sunset, facing the loess with their backs to the sky.

Jiang Feng only stayed in Qingshui City for one day, but he had his first decent meal after crossing over.

Walking through a few streets, the leaves that are blown by the wind from time to time are the only passers-by here besides the river breeze.

It was an abandoned mansion, and the traces of the fire were faintly visible. The mottled walls, the broken gates, and the plaques that have disappeared above the gates.

This was once the location of the most famous Wufu business in Qingshui City, and Jiang Feng still remembers the flowing water banquet before the Wufu business three years ago. It's a pity that the boiling voices of the past reflect today's bleakness.

"Quack, quack, quack......"

It's not getting late, and the crow can't stand the loneliness anymore?

Suddenly, Jiang Feng's ears moved, and in the courtyard of the house, which was more than half destroyed by the fire, there was actually a voice.

Everyone has curiosity, and Jiang Feng is not surprised.

Swept into it, and soon, Jiang Feng found the source of the sound.

It was one of the best-preserved rooms in the world, and it was okay if you didn't look at the gap at the top.

Gently swept up the roof, through the gap, a familiar figure came into view.

Since the Wufu Merchant was completely defeated in the battle with the Ten Chieftains in the Northwest, Liu San's life has taken a sharp turn for the worse.

is different from other shopkeepers who see the wind and steer and throw themselves into other forces early. Liu San has a blind admiration for Deng Jiuwu, the big boss of Wufu Firm, and he believes that one day, Deng Jiuwu will come back and rebuild Wufu Firm.

This Wufu firm's house is Liu San's last perseverance, and in the past three years, Liu San's life has become more and more difficult. The next family affair that should have been said was delayed, and now, the woman has a family and a son.

With a long sigh, Liu San couldn't help but think: how long can he hold on.

Jiang Feng did not show up, once his current identity was recognized, it was in Qingshui City, a small city in the Snow Mountain Sect's sphere of influence. It's not good for Jiang Feng and Liu San.

That night, there was a theft case in Yan Ji, the largest money village in Qingshui City, and the perpetrator was a master of the rivers and lakes. did not leave any useful traces, neither the government nor the Snow Mountain faction could help Yan Ji recover his losses in the end.

Liu San, who woke up, opened his eyes and saw something in a trance, golden and cancan. Rubbing your eyes, it's still there, pinch it, it hurts!

Bite in the mouth, gold, real gold!