The carriage bells rang all the way, and a train team slowly drove out from Fushun City, heading south through Fushunguan, and turned to the east through the abandoned deck city.Zhou Qingfeng sat by the car, driving next to the female driver thumped, he was stunned and stunned.

When the convoy arrived along the Hun River and stopped to rest, Zhou Qingfeng was only surprised to hear the place name.In front of him is nothing but an ups and downs of a hilly mountain, the grass is flourishing, and the insects are singing birds.To the north of the river is the border of the mountains, which is a peaceful place.

The carriage was the valley latitude of the unrecovered body, and Yang Jane helped him down from the carriage.Several real female slaves moved tables and chairs to serve carefully, and took care of them very properly.Zhou Qingfeng stood motionless standing by, not even holding his hand.Yang Jian had been constantly groaning coldly, watching him extremely unsightly.

Fushun's affairs temporarily stopped, through the crowd was entrusted to Guo Jiao to take care of, thinking that it would never be too bad.The valley decided to go to the wild boar skin, and Zhou Qingfeng had to follow.The three teachers and apprentices were arranged to travel to Hetuala the next day.

However, the relationship between teachers and apprentices who should be closer after the robbery has not improved, but has become more and more alienated.Gu Yuanwei did not say anything, but Yang Jian felt that Zhou Qingfeng's idea of getting rid of control was "half a traitor" and was extremely disgusted and hated him.

For the geographical environment of Saljun, Zhou Qingfeng asked Mafdo a few words to the car driver.After all, there has been a battle to determine the fate of the Ming Ming - the famous "any way to come, I only go all the way", is from here.The frontier rebellion, which could have been easily stably calmed, developed into the ultimate great disease of the destruction of Daming, and also achieved the name of Hehewei of Nurkhach.

If you first rushed to Salling's ginseng for half a day, the marin's ministry coming from the north can surround the wild boar skin.If Du Song and Marin can hold for two more days, Liu Jiao of the East Road will be able to take Hetuara.If . . . if not, Du Song did not hold on, Marin did not hold, Liu Yan did not hold, Daming did not hold.

Only Zhou Qingfeng stood in the vast mountains and was intimidating.

“It’s on the road, it’s on the road.”After lunch, the horseman in the car came to the valley.

Zhou Qingfeng jumped on the car seat and sat with the coachman, he would rather look at the monotonous road scenery, rather than go to the car to see the dead man's face in the valley.But he was sitting outside, but someone came running to talk to him.There was a strange basket with a dark face, and the face of the dark guy took the initiative to come up to him and asked, "Boy, you are Zhou Qingfeng, who is in a big trouble, Fusing Ma City?"

This person laughs very terrible, a face is very white, the eye socket is deep, there is no eye white inside.What is more terrible is that his black eyes squeeze the whole eye socket, and the coldness of the heart in the daytime.Zhou Qingfeng did not know his origin and did not want to take care of it.But this man wanted to catch Zhou Qingfeng, revealing a skinny arm and a dry paw, "Boy, let me set the pulse for you."

"Hm . . ." said the raging valley in the carriage, "where did the wild monks come from, get out of here!"

The verdant-faced guy appeared to be a member of the team, arranged by the Ma Chengta to follow.He wanted to contact Zhou Qingfeng but was stopped by the valley, and was also hit by a sound wave.But this man just shook his head, laughed a few times and walked away like no one else.

In the carriage, he said to Zhou Qingfeng: "Later away from this ghostly road guy, these side door on the left side of the road is a wild road, like the dead."

Zhou Qingfeng did not know what "ghost cultivation" was, but he instinctively did not like the half-human and half-ghosted guy.He asked the horseman in the car.The man was trembling and trembling that the man was called Jia Gang, a wandering monk, wandering around outside the wall on the east side of Liaodong, and also doing some business.But what this guy sells is not serious, it is all a witch ghoul thing.

After passing the city of Saljun, the convoy turned to the southeast and passed through three gates.Zhou Qingfeng stayed overnight in Turen City, and the next day he arrived in the city of Hetuara on the banks of the Sanchao River along the Suzi River.

This is a special city.In order to facilitate defense, the whole city was built on the mountain of smoke.The city is standing on the mountain, surrounded by the Suzi River, and the three sides of the southeast and west are the cliffs that are far above the river surface, and only the northwest is facing outward.Far away, it was a bit great.

The convoy arrived at the ferry crossing, across the river from Hetuara.Because the female ministries have been fighting all the year round, it is also the capital of the state-building department, so they are strictly guarded and easily do not allow outsiders to enter.The valley can only be temporarily settled at the ferry, and the Ma Chengta will go to the newspaper, and be allowed to enter.

The ferry was called Takso, the ground muddy, shity, and the smell of stench lingering.The ferry is full of simple crypts, people generally unobstructed, look numb.They lived here by slaves and slaves, and the living conditions were poor.Here at once revealed the barbarism and backwardness of the female tribe, and in contrast to the low houses they had become mansions.

Zhou Qingfeng and a group of people stayed at the ferry to receive foreign emissaries and merchants' stacks, which is the only clean place.After landing, Gu Yuanwei entered the room and no longer came out, and Yang Jane personally took care of his living and eating.Zhou Qingfeng got a single room, but the simple and dirty soil in the room made him not want to stay in it at all.

“Brother, where are you going?”Yang Jian probed from the window of the stack room and shouted to Zhou Qingfeng, who was walking outward.

Zhou Qingfeng's head did not wave again, "The house is too boring, I am just around."

"Don't go too far."Jan shouted.After a while, two female swords rushed to Zhou Qingfeng's side, known as "protection", but actually "surveillance".In any case, Zhou Qingfeng can not play the magic now, not afraid of what he made of moth.

There was a yard near the stack, and there were many people gathered around the yard, watching them all look like servants, ragged clothes, and refugees.Zhou Qingfeng asked curiously to accompany his escort, "Who are these people?"

The guard was sent by the tower to listen to the Yuanwei of the valley, and both of them were naked and wearing only simple leather robes.This kind of robe nitrification is not good, very hard, but there is no hair on it, suitable for wearing in summer.Look at the two of them, the strong tendon meat, is much stronger than the leaning of the weak military.

However, these two people did not understand what Zhou Qingfeng said, only that he was a small master in front of him, so he had been laughing behind him, but he was also full of effort.Zhou Qingfeng asked for a little fun, he was also idle and bored, and went to those people to ask.It turned out that this was really the people who fled to run to Nurhachi.

Among them are Han Chinese, Koreans, Mongolians, and other female tribes.All of them can't live in other places, and they want to fight for luck to build a state department as a slave.When Zhou Qingfeng appeared, many people thought that he was the master of the people who came to pick people, and they came to laugh and please each other.

Zhou Qingfeng was walking around the crowd, and saw that the ghost who wanted to arrest him yesterday actually walked back and forth in the crowd.This guy specifically picks those young children to observe, and when he looks satisfied, he asks the child's parents to buy it.If the other party does not sell, he also speaks falsely, intimidates and induces, saying that this is the rule of joining the state department, and if you do not sell children, you will be driven away.

Jia Gang looked at an eight-year-old child, held out his hand and did not let go, and the parents who wanted the child to sell the child to him.His appearance is frightening, just looking at a hand claw is similar to a ghost, who dares to promise him?The child's parents should be Han Chinese, the father holding the child does not dare to shake his head, the mother has been kneeling to ask for forgiveness, but dare not offend each other.

Zhou Qingfeng was close, and he couldn't help but shout behind his back: "Hey, no one is a ghost, let go!This is not your place, and parents do not sell their children.You don't let go of me, you can scream."

As soon as Jia Gang looked back, he saw Zhou Qingfeng with two female horses, only one meter three Zhou Qingfeng was short, but the momentum was stronger than anyone.He also did not care that he could not release the magic, but was very high-profile drinking: "Look at me what I see?"I let you go.Look at me again, and my master will put a finger on you and destroy you."

By Zhou Qingfeng so do not give face to run, ghost Xiu Jia just immediately revealed the essence of fraud and fear of hard.As a monk of the Wild Road, he really can't afford to be a famous disciple with an extraordinary background of Zhou Qingfeng.He groaned twice, turned his head and looked elsewhere for the right target.

The rescued child was still crying, and his mother quickly put her arm around to comfort him.His father knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zhou Qingfeng, and kept shouting, "Thank you, little master."

"I'm not a little master, I'm a Han Chinese, and I haven't been here long."Zhou Qingfeng originally wanted to pick up the kneeling man, but the other body is too dirty, "Get up, get up."Where did you come from?”

The kneeling man saw Zhou Qingfeng dressed neatly, full of face, followed by two real women, but also dare not despise.He knelt on the ground and replied, "The little name Mao Ada has escaped from Tieling."

“Why did you run away?”

"The little is the craftsmen, forced by the officials day and night, the debt can not be paid, it is really not to live to escape."I heard that as a slave in the state department, I have food to eat, and I want to try my luck."

Zhu Yuanzhang as the emperor is self-taught, often make some head, take the policy of course.This military artisan is the old man himself who thinks very well, but the system of the dead.For generations, craftsmen have been craftsmen, and they cannot do anything else.The officials who are responsible for the management of the craftsmen can use them as slaves at will, and the craftsmen who sell their children and sell their children can not live.

Mao Ada carried a bow, Zhou Qingfeng asked, learned that he was a bowsmith, and his ancestors did this for more than ten generations, and was a craftsman.His family was sent to Liaodong Guard for several generations because of the escape, and now he has fled to the state department again.

Mao's child was grabbed by Jia Gang's wrist, although he took off his poisoned hand, he left a black handprint on his wrist.Follow Zhou Qingfeng's female real thug took the initiative to touch a sharp knife, broke the skin and let out black blood.The black blood stinks after it falls, which is disgusting.But the child stopped crying, and the Mao family was even more grateful to Zhou Qingfeng, and the whole family kowtowled together.

When this family's feelings are deep, Zhou Qingfeng only feels that there is a special force to pass from Mao Ada, which is very weak, but also very strong.

This scene let Yang Jane, who was staring at the distance, saw that when Zhou Qingfeng returned to the stack, the former said with cynicism: "Teacher and brother, you have a good brain, do you want to gather the incense to practice?"It is a pity that these foolish women are grateful for too little, and it will not last long."

He moved in his heart and asked, “What do you say?”

Yang Jianle continued to mock, but refused to say anything more.