Luo Yan Hu does not return

The tent lights in the distance were on and off, and it was impossible to get close. Feng Liyuan took off the long sword on his back, and cut off the branch that was growing obliquely in front of him.

After walking a short distance, the sparse grass and trees seeped a few strands of air-conditioning from time to time, Feng Liyuan stroked the messy hair scattered on his forehead, inevitably another burst of disturbed thoughts.

It was a great fortune for him and Shi Le not to have any enmity, after going through a lot of trials and tribulations, no matter where he was, he always felt like he was in a tiger's den.

Ever since he succeeded with a sword in Yong Jin City, everything has not followed the expected track, and everything has become within easy reach, whether in troubled times or old friends, everyone is rushing to their own future, only he Little by little, he forgot where he came from.

After listening to Xue Yan's words, he had a vague feeling that he had never known his real father.

When he was young, his father was reticent, and the thing he mentioned the most was practicing swordsmanship and being a man. Although he could still feel his love for him in his heart, compared with ordinary father and son, Feng Qinghuan was far from him In the year when he left Sumen Mountain, he didn't even say a word of warmth to drive away the cold. He thought that his father was the same as before, only leaving for a short time, and would return to him in a few days. It's forever.

In recent days, he has been wondering whether his father, like his mother, regards his existence as a dispensable burden.

However, those trivial words that taught him to be an adult are still in his ears. Although the word "hypocrisy" cannot be escaped, Feng Qinghuan has never made him lack food or clothing for many years of wandering, especially when it comes to taking in A Xuan. He never hesitated, he clearly cared about himself very much,

But his father did indeed leave, without hesitation, he was the one who insisted on following the path his father had walked in the past. Although he walked very naively, he still took over the sword held by his father.

Feng Qinghuan doesn't seem to be as kind-hearted as he thought at all. When he was young, his greatest ambition was to become a "Hero of Zhishui". Perhaps the union with his mother was just out of this childish vow, and he didn't act for any big reason at all in his life. Dao Dao, let alone an epiphany of the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, just because he was thinking about every bit of warmth since he left home, he made a name for himself step by step carelessly.

Xue Yan didn't mention the scene of Feng Qinghuan sacrificing his life to rescue him back then, probably because he didn't want to let himself think too much, but he didn't know anything else, but Feng Liyuan never asked the bottom line about his father's righteous deeds. He was so convinced that his father was Such frankness and fearlessness, no matter what happens, he can do whatever he wants.

It wasn't until this line of work that he realized that whether it was the time spent together or the relationship between each other, Xue Yan seemed to know his father better than him from any angle. Even so, he couldn't accept the years of incognito. It's just my own wishful thinking, no one needs him to rescue, and there has never been any will that needs him to complete.

A night of regret passed away, Feng Liyuan walked to the tent of the Chinese army commander in a daze, hungry and thirsty all the way, the road was bumpy, Feng Liyuan looked very embarrassed from a distance, and there was a person in the tent a few meters away, looking out, Hastily rushing over to grab him: "Beggar, don't you die?"

Most of Shi Le's soldiers and horses came from Gongshi Fan's tent. Except for a few personal soldiers, most of them were Han Chinese at this time. , was exactly the same astonishment.

The curly bearded man on the opposite side said tremblingly, "Brother Feng?"

Feng Liyuan felt that this face seemed familiar, but he didn't know if it was because the sky was too dark, he was stunned for a long time but couldn't remember the name of the curly bearded man in front of him.

"Brother Feng, I am Qiutang!"

Before Feng Liyuan had time to realize it, Qiutang had already pulled him to the corner behind the curtain.

Feng Liyuan finally reacted, his face was already very ugly, "What did Ah Heng ask you to disturb again? Tell me!"

Qiutang hesitated for a long time, the beard on his upper lip trembled in the wind, before he reached out to caress the itching, Feng Liyuan grabbed his neckline, and the strength in his hand tightened immediately, Qiutang hurriedly lowered his head He muttered: "...My lord wants me to find the lightsaber..."

Qiu Tang, with a curly beard and flying beard, looked blank and innocent at the moment, it was unbearable to press him for his reason, Feng Liyuan immediately made a decision, "Come with me—"

Not far from the camp, the two stopped in front of a forest. Feng Liyuan untied the belt wrapped on his back, and took out the sword that Shi Le had given him earlier, "Chengying Ah Heng has already got it, it was given to me by Brother Shi earlier." I don’t know if he wanted my sword, but you should give it to him as soon as possible.”

Qiu Tang took the scabbard, and couldn't help but look very happy, seeing Feng Liyuan turned to leave, Qiu Tang hurriedly grabbed Feng Liyuan's cuff, and forced the sword back into Feng Liyuan's arms.

Feng Liyuan frowned, "The things have been handed over to you, why don't you hurry back and ask for credit?"

Qiu Tang blushed slightly, "Brother Feng brought this sword, Brother Feng should hand it to the lord himself, I can't take it."

"Just leave it to him. I'm not his pawn, and I don't need his bounty. It's a matter of course for you to take it back. Don't shirk it. I still have something to ask Brother Shi. Goodbye."

Feng Liyuan pushed his hand, and at some point, his feet were several feet away. Qiutang didn't catch up until he got close to the Chinese army commander's tent, "Brother Feng, I really can't take this sword—"

The two pushed and shoved back and forth several times, and quickly alerted the patrolling guards.

"Who is making noise here, report their names!"

Feng Liyuan's trip was based on the word "mediation", he let the spear point in front of his eyes, he couldn't make a move in the end, so he could only whisper to Qiutang angrily: "What is he talking about?"

Qiutang whispered in his ear: "He asked who we are."

"Tell him, I am Shi Le's foster brother Feng Liyuan."

After Qiutang finished speaking to the guard, the man looked unbelievable, and added a few more words helplessly, but the guard's face was still not looking good, and a crowd of people came and escorted them into the tent.

Shi Le had retreated nearly a hundred li within half a month, and at the moment he was an ant on a hot pot, seeing Feng Liyuan being escorted in, he opened his mouth with a series of curses.

Before Shi Le approached, Feng Liyuan whispered to Qiu Tang in a cold voice: "Put the sword away."

Qiutang put down the sword body and covered his sight with his arm, but Shi Le didn't glance over at all, he just asked someone to untie Feng Liyuan's rope, and he didn't ask where the long sword stuck under Qiutang's right arm came from. , Feng Liyuan was led into the inner tent, Qiutang was very disturbed, he raised his head repeatedly to glance at the inner tent, the guards escorting Qiutang looked at each other, also with a look of helplessness.

Fortunately, not long after, a servant came out from the inner tent and gave some instructions. The two guards immediately let go of Qiutang. Qiutang took advantage of his chance to escape and left Yangping that day.

After the two sat down, Shi Le never questioned the whereabouts of the sword he had given him before. Feng Liyuan was finally convinced that Shi Le knew nothing about the location of the Tianfu Gate. A big stone was removed from his heart, and his expression became calm. Pressing Shi Le Asked questions, answered one by one without haste.

Ge Hong advised him when he set off, and when he finished talking about the people and time when the Qiang people came to help, Shi Le seemed quite relieved, and he did not forget to send someone to reward him with a dagger and a fox fur. Still unable to bear Shi Le's enthusiasm, he reluctantly accepted it.

Feng Liyuan couldn't resist Shi Le's strong invitation, so he had to spend the night in Yangping's barracks, but Shi Le stopped him when he was leaving: "Brother Feng, you go back and think about it carefully, and lead a general under my tent. Guan Bao is much more carefree than those stingy Han people."

"Brother Shi's kindness is appreciated by Feng Mou, but...only the whereabouts of my mother is unknown, a friend sent a message from Jiangzuo, saying that he saw a woman who looks very similar to Feng Mou, and Feng Mou wants to go as soon as possible to find out. , It won’t be too late to play for Big Brother Shi when you come back.”

Shi Le sighed, still looking a little unwilling, stood up after a long silence and said: "Forget it, since Brother Feng is not happy, you can't force it."

Feng Liyuan smiled with a stiff face, and left the tent with the guards who led him. He couldn't hold back his pretentiously calm posture before, and said in his heart: "Brother Shi insisted on keeping me until after the victory, he must not have believed in me completely." That said, in case he sends someone to investigate... if it still doesn't work, we will leave tonight, there can be no further delay..."

When he worked with Shi Le under Ji Sang, he never revealed a single word about his mother except for the horse head on his feet. There was no basis for saying that he wanted to find out where her mother was. If you don't believe it, let alone expect Shi Le to obey.

Feng Liyuan lay on the couch and dreamed: "Leaving this place tonight, why don't you go to Jiangzuo to find Brother Chilong... I don't know what the situation of those aristocratic families is now, I haven't seen Brother Chilong for many years , if I go, I don’t know if it will come in handy—”

Thinking about it, Feng Liyuan gradually became a little dazed, and unconsciously closed his eyes.After a while, the candles in the tent were wiped out by the strong wind, Feng Liyuan was awakened, and said to himself: "What time is it?"

He got up and walked to the tent door, the sky was still pitch black, not long after he heard the voice of a watchman shouting, he shrank back into the tent suddenly, just in time to miss the man approaching.

After packing his bags, Feng Liyuan opened the tent door on the other side, and flew to the wild path far away.

Although there were patrolling guards outside the camp, Feng Liyuan was extra cautious and sneaked into the woods without being noticed, but after walking not far, when he looked up, he saw an extremely faint flame .

Feng Liyuan struggled to climb up the tall tree beside him, getting close to where the fire came from.Although the fire was weak, it was difficult to cover up the sound of crowds and horses. Feng Liyuan vaguely sensed something was wrong, and before he had time to listen carefully, someone came not far away, "Not good!"