"drive" A carriage was driving leisurely on the official road.
In front of the carriage sat Chen Yunfeng, who was about to go home after a great harvest.
In the carriage, Sima Lingxing, who looked shy and secretly happy, kept lifting the door curtain and putting a handkerchief on his head.
Chen Yunfeng, who was not sweating, wiped away his sweat.
There were two large wooden boxes behind the carriage.
They were not filled with gold and silver treasures, but contained various medical classics left behind by Lingjiu Palace for who knows how many years.
The small box containing the secret book was under the seat of the carriage.
There was also a wooden box there, which contained gold, silver, jewelry and one hundred thousand taels of silver invoices.
That was more than half of what the Sima family had earned over the years.
Sima Wei wants Chen Yunfeng to take away the wealth life and death; Chen Yunfeng didn't want it at first, but Sima Wei said that the remaining money was considered a huge wealth, enough to sustain the Sima family, so he had no choice but to take it away as Ling Xing's dowry.
"Master, how long does it take to get to Xiangyang?"
Sima Lingxing asked the same question countless times in the car.
It was already the fourth day since they left Sima Village.
Chen Yunfeng did not enter any town along the way.
He lit a bonfire in the suburbs every night because everything in the carriage was too worth remembering, not to mention the secrets and gold and silver jewelry.
Even if someone knew that the two boxes of medical books behind the carriage were the best medical classics in the world, there would probably be just as many people robbing them.
Everything must be done with caution.
These are troubled times, and robbers appear and appear on the road.
Several waves of robbers blocked the road, but Chen Yunfeng easily solved them.
These robbers composed of ordinary people are not scary, but he is worried about encountering gangsters. , once the news leaks out, his home in Xiangyang will not be saved.
After hearing Sima Lingxing's question, Chen Yunfeng still answered indifferently: "There's only one day left.
We can arrive outside Xiangyang City in the evening, and we can go home early tomorrow morning."
The carriage was still moving forward.
On the official road ahead, a fallen tree blocked the road again.
Chen Yunfeng frowned.
He had beaten away several groups of bandits along the way, but each time he did not kill him because he felt that These people robbed without hurting anyone, and the people were still suffering because they could no longer live, so they fled to the mountains and forests.
But with the big tree in front of them like this, it was obvious that they were preparing to rob by force.
Just when Chen Yunfeng pulled the horse and stopped the carriage, a big man with red eyebrows jumped out from the big tree nearby, stood on the ground with a machete in his hand, pointed the machete at Chen Yunfeng and shouted loudly: "Hey, I opened this mountain and planted this tree.
I want to pass by here and leave money to buy the road."
When Chen Yunfeng saw this person, he had a big face and a scar on his face from the eyebrow on the left side of his face directly to the corner of his mouth.
When he spoke, the whole scar crawled like an earthworm, which made people feel uncomfortable at first sight.
However, this man actually had Qinggong.
The machete in his hand was pointed at Chen Yunfeng's throat.
His breathing was even and there was no tremor in his hand.
Chen Yunfeng took a moment to see that this scarred face was at least a second-rate warrior.
It is rare to hear that a second-rate warrior turned into a robber who robbed homes and homes.
However, things are unpredictable.
Chen Yunfeng said to Sima Lingxing in the carriage without looking back: "Stay in the carriage and I'll come as soon as I can."
"Well, I listen to the young master."
Sima Lingxing's delicate voice came from the carriage.
Hearing a girl's voice, Scarface's eyes suddenly became surprised and greedy.
He moved the machete in his hand slightly, and still said to Chen Yunfeng who jumped off the carriage: "You actually went out to take care of your women.
Hahaha, you will be the wife of Grandpa.
Hand over your treasures and women, and Grandpa will spare your life."
Chen Yunfeng's expression did not change, but the murderous intention in his heart suddenly rose.
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It is the rule of the rivers and lakes to rob or not to rob.
This scar-faced man actually wants to get both people and wealth based on his skills.
This kind of person has already It's considered a heretic.
"If you want a treasure woman, it depends on whether your life is that big."
Chen Yunfeng slowly drew out his heavy sword and said coldly.
"Hey, Lian Jiazi, why don't you ask me who is Zhao Meng, the red-browed horse-faced god?
The government has put a reward of five thousand taels of silver on my head.
If you have the ability, just take it."
He saw Chen Yunfeng pull out a strange Long sword, Scarface said coldly with a look of ignorance on his face.
"It seems that the truth is true unless you commit suicide."
Chen Yunfeng said this in his mind.
He stomped his feet, and with the epee in his hand, he dodged with his body and rushed in front of Scarface.
The tip of the epee instantly Stab your opponent in the heart.
"when" Scarface slashed the heavy sword with a sharp knife.
He originally thought that the huge machete could easily knock down the long sword, and then he could counterattack.
When the machete fell on the heavy sword, a huge elastic force bounced his machete high. , he quickly moved his body to get out of the way, but the round head of the swift heavy sword directly smashed the shoulder blade of his knife into pieces with a click.
"ah" Scarface roared loudly, and raised his left hand to hit Chen Yunfeng with a palm wind.
Chen Yunfeng sneered at the corner of his mouth.
His Beiming Magic Technique has never been touched since he succeeded in practicing it.
When he saw Scarface slapped him with a palm, After taking the shot, he put away the heavy sword and silently pressed it with his left hand.
The power of the Beiming Divine Art is that after it is mastered, all the acupoints on the body can absorb the opponent's real power.
After being infused with the Beiming Divine Art in Tianlong, Xu Zhu also practiced the Small No-Phase Skill and the Eight Desolate Self-respecting Skills.
The Small No-Phase Skill simulated martial arts. , Duzun Gong can display free martial arts and life and death talismans; It stands to reason that Xu Zhu's ability can be regarded as the strongest Tianlong.
Unfortunately, a monk is a monk.
Without a fighting spirit, no matter how strong his martial arts is, it is a waste.
Scarface saw Chen Yunfeng slap him with a silent palm.
He quickly turned his right hand and pushed it out with all his strength.
Chen Yunfeng's palm lightly touched Scarface's hand as silently as cotton touching the ground. , in an instant the true energy in Scarface's body flowed from the palm of his hand into Chen Yunfeng's body like the Yellow River bursting its banks; Scarface's expression changed and he was about to withdraw his hand, but the suction force of Beiming Magic made his struggle useless.
In less than ten breaths, Scarface's eyes were wide open, and scars appeared on his face.
Twisting, the body trembled and fell down.
"call" Chen Yunfeng quickly ran the Beiming Divine Skill for several rounds, converting the true energy inhaled into his body into his own skills, and then allowed the true energy in his body to re-enter that inexplicable cultivation method.
"Your head is worth five thousand taels, right?
Then I'll chop it off and let anyone in need of money collect the reward."
Chen Yunfeng looked at the scarred face and said coldly.
Scarface was as weak as a cramped dead snake at this time.
His mouth was trembling and he wanted to beg for mercy, but he saw Chen Yunfeng tiptoe, and his machete fell into Chen Yunfeng's hand.
A flash of sword light flashed, and he felt My eyes can see what my butt looks like.
Chen Yunfeng didn't feel much satisfaction after killing a bandit.
The only thing that made him happy was that he had absorbed more than ten years of Qi into the bandit's body.
As long as he calmed down and practiced for two days, he would be able to fully master the newly increased power.
After killing Scarface, no more bandits appeared along the way.
Chen Yunfeng sat on the shaft of the carriage and continued to practice his true power.
It was not until dark, less than thirty miles away from Xiangyang, that he stopped the carriage in a grassland.
Raise a fire and rest
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