Luo Yan Hu does not return

Feng Liyuan carried Yan Tao to a spring, dipped a few drops on his mouth, put a piece of dry food in his hand, turned around immediately, and chased after the group of hungry people before.

Fearing that the Xianbei soldiers under Qi Hong's subordinates would catch up, these people only walked the weedy wild trails, but their eyes were in a trance, and they would stumble and fall from time to time. Feng Liyuan helped a few, and couldn't bear to persuade them : "Everyone, sit down and rest before you leave. Now, how far can you escape?"

Everyone saw that he had a fair complexion and strong flesh and bones, obviously he didn't look like he had been starved, a young man who was about the same age as Feng Liyuan said angrily: "It sounds good, why don't you go to the battlefield if you have the ability to kill those Hu Bang beasts? clean?"

Feng Liyuan turned a deaf ear to it, thinking that this group of people was scattered, if the pursuers caught up, he might not be able to protect any of them, and said: "If you trust Feng, please go with Feng. "

Going one arrow further forward, there is an extremely deep and long cave, enough for these hungry people to shelter, Feng Liyuan thought, at that time, it will be easy to defend but difficult to attack, no matter how many people follow The soldiers and horses all asked themselves that they were fearless, but there were several sneers from the crowd, nearly a hundred people ran out, leaving Feng Liyuan who was stunned on the spot and walking away.

There was a noise of soldiers and horses outside the forest, Feng Liyuan could hear it clearly, jumped up in the air, landed a somersault on the boulder in front of the crowd, and shouted loudly: "Those Hu Bang bastards have arrived, if you have heard I have said that the hero of Zhishui is trying to save the mountains and rivers, but you must know that the hero of flowing water... is even more powerful, so hurry up and go to the cave in the north—"

In order to hold back a resounding and majestic name, Feng Liyuan tore the hem of his clothes in a hurry, and regardless of whether there was anyone behind him, he jumped up and galloped towards the stone mountain in the north.

Soldiers and horses gathered outside, at first they were confused, until the sound resounded through the forest, they all gathered at the crossing and rushed forward, the birds and beasts neighed in shock, everyone had no choice but to follow Feng Liyuan into the cave .

The cave was gloomy and cold, and everyone huddled in a corner. Seeing the wide entrance of the cave, Feng Liyuan, who was guarding the bottom, looked quite thin, anxious and anxious for a while, whispering constantly.

A middle-aged man with a narrow forehead said: "This man said he is a hero of running water, do you believe it or not?"

The bearded man beside him hurriedly snatched it up: "There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that Feng Zhishui left the Feng Family Sword Village in Shu, and even the sword manual with Shen Yuan's swordsmanship has disappeared, but it's only been ten years. How could there be a Liushui hero who is more powerful than him?"

Hearing this, several people looked at the figure standing stiffly at the entrance of the cave, and after confirming that the person was not disturbed in the slightest, they followed suit and drank a few times.

Everyone was discussing, when they heard shouts from outside the cave, there was a sudden silence, Feng Liyuan just wanted to cheer up and prepare to meet the enemy, when someone behind him suddenly screamed: "Everyone, everyone, this Laoshizi is a big bird!" The hero is unarmed, and he lured us into such a narrow place, could it be... Could it be that he was with the group outside—”

Feng Liyuan strode up and covered the man's mouth. The Xianbei soldiers outside the cave were whispering to each other, and they were about to go around looking for him. Hearing the scream, Qi Qifei got off his horse and gathered in one place. With a long knife in his hand, he paced unhurriedly.

Even though there are thousands of words, the beasts and wolves are close at hand, and the previous anxiety and fear have all turned into a heartfelt hope - if there are gods in the world, they will never let the living beings burn, and the ghosts compete for food.

Feng Liyuan waited for hundreds of days and nights to wait for this sword wielder without any scruples. Surrounded by a pack of wolves, a raging fire ignited in his pupils, and he gradually gained a threatening aura, unexpectedly terrified Those Xianbei heavy cavalry hesitated to move forward.

The opponent retreated before a fight, Feng Liyuan let out a long roar, and with courage, kicked off the ground and spun around, grabbing the horse spear in the hand of the person in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the man stabbed hard in a panic, hitting Feng Liyuan in the chest, and saw him grab the tip of the spear, pull out the spear violently, and directly faced Hu Bing who was behind him who was planning to attack.

"Okay!" A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy crawled to the edge of the cave, his eyes full of excitement, and he kept clapping his hands. An old woman struggled to get closer and hissed, "Qi'er, come back quickly——"

At this moment, a strong man with yellow hair and blue eyes rushed to the entrance of the cave holding a sword with a ring head, and slashed at the young man. With the blood on her face, the old woman's eyes went dark and she fainted to the ground.

"Grandmother, grandma—" The young boy's immature cries echoed in the hearts of everyone, and suddenly Feng Liyuan was a little upset, "It turns out that it's hard to be a good person, and it's hard to be a hero. These people who make a fuss, no matter how strong their martial arts are, it's critical At the moment, it’s not that I’m going crazy with anger..."

After being absent-minded for a while, the tiger and wolf in front of him instantly gained momentum, dozens of horses pointed at him, and Feng Liyuan lost his place in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this situation, everyone in the cave retreated to the bottom of the cave. Although Feng Liyuan had a weapon in his hand, the crying young man beside him was in danger, and it was difficult to make a decision for a while.

Back to more than 20 years ago, the day Zhao Wang Sima Lun captured Luoyang—Among the broken walls, a four-year-old boy was covered in blood, and a man and a woman were lying in a pool of blood in front of him. Protect him, blocking hundreds of arrow feathers.

The big ceremony was about to start, when the young boy was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders of the soldiers behind him, but he was holding him hard, refusing to get up, the ten-year-old Feng Liyuan shook off his father's clenched hand, and pulled the boy away into the arms...

Since I have been saved once, why can’t I save it a second time? Who in the world is not raised by parents, even if they make mistakes, be lazy, and misunderstand one heart after another, how many of all living beings can truly get rid of the body? Involuntary bondage?Since you can't get rid of it, it doesn't matter if you don't care about yourself——

Dozens of horse spears flew out at the same time, Feng Liyuan closed his eyes, and hugged the boy tightly in his arms.

"Who dares to hurt his grandfather's apprentice!" A flash of sword light cut off all the horses in an instant.

The old woman finally woke up, hugged the boy tremblingly, and the two ran back into the cave tremblingly.

Feng Liyuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said excitedly: "Master's 'Stop Flowing Tree' is much more majestic than apprentice!"

"That's natural, and then—" Li Jiubai held a branch in his left hand, and threw the shadow in his hand to Feng Liyuan. The two of them, one tall and one short, leaned back to back at the entrance of the cave, unexpectedly looking like Feng Liyuan's back Much taller.

Several Hu soldiers folded their weapons and hurriedly took a few steps back. Seeing this, the leader in the middle drew out the ring-sword at his waist, and led dozens of strong men behind him, enclosing the entrance of the cave tightly.

Li Jiubai looked at the panicked Hu Bing, and the weapons in his hands were trembling continuously, and he said with a smile, "Bammer, hammer, you have to trouble yourself as a teacher to deal with these bastards, do you really have the guts to go out?"

With Chengying in his hands, Feng Liyuan was confident enough to beat several men into the air, and said calmly: "How dare you? This is just going to the foot of the mountain. I want to try a little bit, see Look at your weight."

"Hmph, don't fiddle with these sour things, let's compare, who can cut off the hands and feet of this reckless brat—"

Feng Liyuan knew that Li Jiubai was not a cruel and bloodthirsty person, and his words were just for intimidation, so he immediately responded, "Okay!"

Hu Bing next to him heard that several of them had already weakened their legs from fright, and the two of them, one in front of the other, turned over a dozen in one go. With a loud shout, he led hundreds of people to flee.

The people in the cave cheered for a moment, Feng Liyuan said a few words of comfort, and led them all the way to the unnamed mountain, where nearly a thousand people sat around the house, Li Jiubai looked around for a few times, and gradually became a bit embarrassed.

Since Qiutang came for the last time in the winter of last year, seeing that the two were self-sufficient, they never visited again.

Li Jiubai has set up a few acres of millet fields in the back mountain. Although there is food in the store now, it is obviously not enough to supply these hungry people. Feng Liyuan rushed to take care of the people, and only when all the millet was cooked did he understand. What is Li Jiubai's distress?

The two walked around to the back of the house, Li Jiubai signaled Feng Liyuan to squat on the stone steps, and then whispered in his ear: "Bamboo, I'm afraid I have to trouble you to go far away now?"

Feng Liyuan asked in a low voice: "Could it be that master... did you think of where I can borrow food?"

Li Jiubai let out a light snort, no longer being cautious, and said a little louder: "Borrowing food, huh, can you still afford it, a pauper? His grandfather sees that the only place to go right now is your little fairy, Ah Heng." .”

Feng Liyuan exclaimed, "What?"

"You're not very young, and you're deaf first. His grandfather said, teach you to go to Jiangzuo and find your precious little brother Ah Heng."

"Master, the lives of thousands of people are at stake here. You still have the heart to joke. When I was in Luoyang, I made friends with Wang Shizhong. It shouldn't be difficult to ask him to help."

Li Jiubai couldn't stop laughing, and stopped after a while, and said: "Bangchui, how big is your face, you can let those cold-hearted high-ranking officials spend a lot of money? Most of these escaped are old and weak, even if they received help , I can’t be a cow and horse for a few years, but Xiaoxianjun values ​​love and righteousness, and is willing to contribute money and effort for you, so you listened to the teacher and went all the way east to inquire about it. I guess, your precious brother, I'm afraid the surname is not Xue, but Sun."

Feng Liyuan's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he said in a startled voice: "Even if Ah Heng is Ah Xuan, he is only Mr. Su Men's apprentice. Mr. Su Men...impossible, absolutely impossible."

Li Jiubai scolded with a smile: "The dead stick, who said he is Sun Deng's grandson, his grandfather was trapped in front of the White Horse Temple by Taoist Sumen, so Guiminghou is still alive and well."

"Master, what you mean is that Ah Heng... is a descendant of the Eastern Wu Wang family?"