Thanks to Emperor Menge for his 100 reward and Yu Jianxing's reward

The spring breeze blew the willow branches green, and also blew off the willow leaves. Patches of slender green elves danced in mid-air, fell to the ground, fell to the rooftops, fell into the mountains, fell into the streets, fell into the alleys.

Everything seems to be doomed, and it can't be changed.

On the day of the fair, the people in those remote places got up early one by one before the sky was dark. At the ends of the long flat poles were heavy loads and the fruits of hundreds of days of labor.

The road is far away, and the burden is heavy, but there is a kind of responsibility called home, and there is a kind of person called a man. They walked slowly, firmly, without stopping.

A lively bazaar, a boiling life. The only fried cake fritter shop in this Hou Jian Ji is not as prosperous as imagined.

This is a world of material exhaustion, and most of the people who come bring their own dry food, even if it is not enough, the time of the day, endure it, and it will naturally pass.

Only the parents who can't resist their children will reluctantly take out a penny to buy a big baked cake that can make their children happy for a day.

The rooster announced, the voices in the Hou Jian Ji gradually became lively, Jiang Feng had already woken up, as long as there were conditions, Jiang Feng never forgot the daily morning class. Mining the east to rise purple gas, containing boundless mystery.

Ren pulse penetrated, Jiang Feng felt that the weakness around him was three points stronger than before. With a little joy in my heart, I was very familiar with it.

Jiang Feng didn't eat yesterday's baked cakes, after all, no matter how small the inn is, there will never be a shortage of hot meals.

Open the window, a table, a chair, a pot of tea, Jiang Feng quietly looked at the baked cake fritter shop in the distance.

The smoke and dust that billowed from it were nearly two hundred men in strong suits armed with steel knives. Soon, everyone suddenly heard the sound of hooves mixed with whistles. After a short time, the whistle echoed from east to west, south to north, and there were whistles in all directions, which seemed to surround the Hou Jian group.

Such a whistle will naturally not be officers and soldiers, they are commonly known as robbers.

The bustling bazaar instantly became deserted, and the preciousness of life, which does not need to be described, is inherently understood by everyone.

Only that Wu Daotong was still making his baked cakes, as if all this had nothing to do with him. The sound of leather boots suddenly stopped outside the baked cake shop, and the man looked the old man selling the cake up and down, and suddenly sneered three times.

Wu Daotong slowly raised his head, only to see that the person in front of him was extremely tall, and his face was as bumpy as orange peel, full of pimples.

Wu Daodao: "Uncle, do you want to buy cakes? He took the tongs and took a hot baked cake out of the oven and laid it on a white wooden board.

The tall man sneered again and said, "Bring it!" and held out his left hand.

Wu Daotong squinted his eyes and said, "Yes!"

Pick up the freshly baked pancake and place it in the palm of his hand.

The tall man raised his eyebrows, and said loudly and angrily: "At this point, you are still entertaining the uncle!" and threw the baked cake at the old man. The old man slowly turned his head to the side, and the baked cake passed by his face, and with a bang, it landed next to a mud ditch on the side of the road.

At this time, Jiang Feng's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he fiercely remembered the location of the cake just now. Then he picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, took a hard sip, put down the cup, and said to himself: "Good tea!"

Wu Daotong's kung fu is good, and the kung fu of a pair of judges' pens can be called the first-class good hands in the world. It's a pity that there are not only a large number of masters in Jindaozhai, but the kung fu in their hands is also very tight.

The two sides fought about a stick of incense, and finally Wu Daotong was not low, and his stomach was broken by a tall man's double hook. Although Wu Daotong's death-defying counterattack also pierced the opponent's chest with the judge's pen, for Jindaozhai, this battle was a complete victory.

stripped Wu Daotong of his clothes, and turned the bricks and tiles in the baked cake fritters shop upside down. Only then did an old man named Zhou Mu who led the team speak: "Wu Daotong, this old thing, must have hidden the Xuantie Order elsewhere, let's go!"

Those people from the Golden Dao Village came and went quickly, and after a while, the Hou Jian gathered and became empty.

Jiang Feng's figure was the first to walk out, and as Jiang Feng's figure gradually approached, a filthy little hand secretly stretched out from the corner of the street, grabbed the baked cake next to the ditch, and slowly withdrew his hand.

It was a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child. He had been hungry all day, and he sat in the corner with no energy. The tall man took the baked cake handed by Wu Daotong and threw it next to the ditch, and the little beggar's eyes never left the baked cake.

It's just that he was afraid of the steel knives in the hands of everyone in the Golden Dao Village, so he didn't dare to move. It wasn't until everyone in the Golden Knife Village left that they stretched out their hands and wanted to retrieve the baked cake.

However, his hand stretched out too slowly, and suddenly, a blue light flashed, and the baked cake that he had been staring at for a long time had disappeared.

At this time, Jiang Feng took the baked cake that he had just picked up with a long sword, shook it slightly, and felt an unusual weight when he landed.

Looking at the other party's slightly frightened eyes, as well as the constantly curled up body, Jiang Feng suddenly smiled slightly, and then said: "Little brother, this baked cake is dirty, don't eat it, then, I still have a lot of clean baked cakes here, you can eat it!"

After that, Jiang Feng handed the ten baked cakes he bought yesterday to the kid.

The child was probably hungry, so he grabbed the baked cake given by Jiang Feng and began to devour it. This child is naturally Shi Zhongjian, the second child of Xuansu Zhuang Shiqing and his wife, after he was kidnapped by Mei Fanggu, he has been living in the mountains with Mei Fanggu, and he doesn't know anything about the outside world and his own life experience.

However, this kid Shi Zhongyu greatly offended Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng is neither a saint nor a fool, so how can he give up obediently. Yes, this is the same stone backbone as the jade in the stone, or a dog mongrel, but it is very useful.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horses' hooves in the direction of the southeast corner in the distance.

This time the sound of hooves came so quickly that I had just heard the sound, and suddenly it was close.

The inhabitants of Hou Jianji have become frightened birds, but this time only two horses came, and there was no whistle. These two horses are very strangely shaped. One horse has black hair from head to tail, but its hooves are white, the famous horse of 'dark clouds cover snow', and the other horse has black hooves and is snow-white, and it is called 'Black Hoof Jade Rabbit' in the horse pedigree, which is especially rare in Middle-earth.

The white horse was riding a woman in white, if it weren't for the red flower on her sideburns and a scarlet ribbon tied around her waist, it would almost be like a mourning, and a white sheathed sword hung on the red belt.

The dark horse passenger was a middle-aged man, dressed in a black shirt, and the long sword tied around his waist was also a black scabbard. Two horses galloped side by side.

These two are the parents of Shi Zhongyu and Shi Zhongjian, Xuan Suzhuang Shi Qing and his wife have arrived.