[69 Book Bar - www.] "Drive!" Ling Feng rode forward on the horse, holding the reins tightly. He never took a break along the way. He just wanted to rush back to Suzhou as quickly as possible, and then go to Hanhua.

When Wu was beheaded, he rescued her, and then walked step by step in front of Han Liudie to see how she would thank her?

Although Liu Die said that as long as he can help her rescue her sister, she can be a slave or a maid, but Ling Feng's character will not force her. After rescuing Han Huawu, whether to leave or stay in Quan

It depends on her own wishes.

The beautiful scenery along the road is all in sight, the blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green water are all so beautiful. Ling Feng can't help but sigh that the air in ancient times is really fresh and pleasant. There is no so-called car exhaust, chemical pollution, and the air is still filled with

The fragrant scent of flowers and plants. In ancient times, the only thing you could see was the wisps of smoke coming out of the chimneys on the roofs of every household. There are no sources of pollution here. No wonder the people here are handsome and beautiful. This time travel is worth it in Ling Feng's opinion

, is the most meaningful trip.

Scolding the horse for being anxious, Ling Feng rode the black horse and galloped on the mountain road. The wind blew in his ears. This was already the fastest speed of this fierce horse. In order to rush back to Suzhou early, he chose to leave.

On the mountain road, when he didn't know which way to go, he came down and asked the pedestrians along the road. Judging from this speed, he should be able to reach Suzhou before dark, but at this moment, he really wished that this horse could get a pair of wings and instantly

Soar to Suzhou.

At noon, Ling Feng finally arrived at the border of Yangzhou. He jumped off his horse and took out the water bottle in his bag and took a drink of water. He saw that there were three forked roads in front of him. He didn't know how to go. He often encountered such forks in life.

Once you make the wrong choice, you will regret it for the rest of your life. Ling Feng was thinking about which way to go, for fear that if he took the wrong way, he would go further and further away.

At this time, an old man wearing coarse clothes and linen carrying a hoe, who looked like a farmer, came up from the opposite side. He stepped forward and said respectfully: "Old man, how can I get to Suzhou from here?"

The old man was very simple. He put down his hoe, pointed to the road to the east, and said: "Go straight east from this road, cross Qingmen Street, and then keep walking south, you can reach Taizhou.

Then turn west from Taizhou to Zhenjiang. After reaching Zhenjiang, you can then turn south and reach Changzhou. If you go further south from Changzhou, you will reach Suzhou."

From what the old man said, it seemed that it was still a long way from Yangzhou to Suzhou. Presumably he was talking about the wide and flat official road, so there were so many detours. Ling Feng asked again: "Excuse me, old man, are there any

Is there a shortcut that leads directly to Suzhou? The one I want to take is not the official road."

The old man pointed to the road to the west and said: "Yes, it is the mountain road to the west. You can walk southeast along the purple bamboo forest in front of it. After you reach Changzhou, you can go south to Suzhou.

"

"So that's it. Thank you, old man." After saying that, Ling Feng turned around and mounted his horse to leave.

"Young man, are you in a hurry to go to Suzhou for business?"

Ling Feng nodded and said: "Exactly, and this matter is extremely urgent. If it's too late, someone will die."

The old man persuaded me nicely: "Young man, I think you are also a weak scholar, so I advise you not to go to the Zizhu Forest in the west. There are many bandits and bandits who specialize in looting the property of passers-by. You may die if you go there.

Guaranteed.”

"Human life is at stake, I can't care so much anymore." Ling Feng stepped on the stirrup and jumped onto the horse, cupping his hands and saying: "Thank you for your kind reminder, old man. I don't believe that I will be so unlucky to meet a bandit."

"Drive!" Ling Feng still did not listen to the old man's advice and insisted on taking the shortcut because he was worried that although the edict stated that he would be beheaded in front of the Yonghe Gate in Suzhou at 3:00 noon tomorrow, something might happen on the way.

What if something unexpected happens and they want to behead Han Huawu early tomorrow morning? So I would rather return early than postpone it.

Soon Ling Feng came to the Purple Bamboo Forest, where there were green towering bamboos everywhere. At first, it seemed quiet in the forest and could only hear the crisp sound of the horse's hooves. Later, he saw groups of wild birds flying from the forest.

He came out, apparently startled by the rapid sound of horse hooves.

The birds made panicked sounds, and from time to time there was a crow, a mourning bird, cawing. The atmosphere here couldn't help but make people feel depressed. Ling Feng ignored it, thinking that this was just a psychological effect, and continued to move forward.

The horse gallops.

The field of vision in front of him was vast, and he did not see the bandits and bandits that the old man mentioned just now. Ling Feng was still very relieved and rode his horse wildly. Suddenly, a very thick rope was pulled up in the bamboo forest and tightened. Ling Feng thought

He reined in the horse and turned around, but it was too late, and he was thrown off the horse violently.

The fall was hard enough. Except for Ling Feng's handsome face, his wrists and legs were scratched. The blood was still flowing. He tried to stand up from the ground, but found that

His left leg was no longer in control, was a little numb, and seemed to have been fractured. He could only hold on to a slender poplar tree on the side of the road to support himself and stand up.

At this time, five bandits with big swords in their hands rushed out of the bamboo forest. They quickly rushed forward and surrounded Ling Feng, a middle-aged man with a scar on the left side of his face, a missing right eye, and a beard.

The man walked out, looking like the leader of these little minions.

Looking at the clothes of these people in front of them and the big swords in their hands, no matter how stupid they are, they should know that they are bandits. Ling Feng couldn't help opening his mouth and sighed: "No way? I am so unlucky to meet
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