From the grasslands in western Liaoning to Liaodong, ice and snow melted among the plants and trees. In the long spring breeze, the whole world turned into a light green layer, and the entire terrain was much lower than that in western Liaoning. Pan Feng was the main general and Cao Ang was the deputy general, a mixed team of more than 2,500 people and horses were led by Xianbei shepherds for nearly a month and finally set foot on the soil of Liaodong at the end of February.

This is an era of decline and chaos, and a period of time when countless heroes emerge. In the south, and in the south, countless imperial troops were nominally killing each other, and countless generals fought hard, gaining their own contributions, and shining their families.

On the grassland, someone looked south on the horse's back for a while and made a decisive decision that the Liaodong vassal king would be his own. In his mind, "What is a king of the foreign country that even the Xianbei and Wuhuan look down on, what is it!", he abandoned Cao Ang's main force overnight and led hundreds of people to launch a surprise attack on Wuwu Mountain.

Then... it was dawn, and after crossing a few mountains, he realized that he had forgotten to take the Xianbei guide and turned around to go back. In between his vision, there were vast plains and scattered mountains, deserted.

The group of people walked around Liaodong and did not dare to go over the city at will when they saw it. They were afraid of being questioned. In the end, after they used up their dry food, they chose to rob some merchants they met, but the methods were not too ruthless. They only took some money and food and left, which eventually caused the officials of nearby counties to send troops to capture them.

While hiding, in mid-March, he thought of a way to break the soldiers around him into pieces and leave in all directions, avoiding the pursuit of the Liaodong government, and by the way, he found Cao Ang's main force or returned to Shanggu County, Youzhou. He was left alone to set off on his return journey. On that day, Pan Feng came to the foot of a mountain, holding a tender green grass root, looking at the south sky with a disheveled face, and an old farmer staring at him vigilantly.

He spoke a strong northern accent: "This is the territory of Liaodong County. You can walk three or four hundred miles south to Xiangping."

"Brother-in-law, I just want to ask for food, just ask if you have any?"

"No!" The old farmer pointed at the mountain pass in front with a hoe and said, "You, just walk there, and walk in there is a valley, a village inside. Go and beg for food."

Immediately, he turned around and left the ridge of the field, shook his head: "It's so embarrassing to beg for food so big."

"I am the general of Jizhou Pan Wushuang! Have you heard of it?"

Pan Feng yelled at the old farmer's back in a hurry, then curled his lips, carried the axe, muttering to himself: "This place is so far from Jizhou... It's normal that you have never heard of a farmer."

He rushed towards the distance to the mountain pass.

The mountains were winding, and it started to rain in the mountains. Dozens of fast horses were running in the rain. Pan Feng's sight and rushed into the huge gap in the mountain. He quickly spitted out grass roots, followed in with an axe, walked through the mountain stream, and suddenly became clear inside, and there were noisy noises coming.

Walking out of the mountain stream, as the old farmer said, it was a valley, with a village built along the mountain. There was a big umbrella tree held by several people in the middle of the valley. It was surrounded by villagers, both men and women, and some gorgeously decorated figures were mixed in it, as if it was a lively party.

Pan Feng was in a down-and-out manner, and he had long been thrown away. He only carried an axe and raised his head to look forward with a cow horn helmet. There were crowds of people in front of him, and he could only see someone teaching under a tree. As for what he was talking about, he couldn't hear clearly. He reached out to pat the figure in front of him: "Brother, who is that teacher who taught?"

The man turned around and looked at him dressed up, thinking that the rogue was quite polite and kind: "...I guess you heard from other places that you came to listen to the lecture by the name of the two great scholars of Bingyuan and Guan Ning."

"I haven't heard of any great scholar. I only know Cai Yong, Lu Zhi, Zheng Xuan, and others."

"Ignorance." The villager did not bother him and turned around. Pan Feng rubbed his beard and looked at the figure under the tree, disdaining: "Why are you doing the literary genius of these villagers... going to study, who will farm and fight?"

The lord's wife has also had things like lecture notes. It seems that scholars like this. Anyway, Pan Feng was not interested. He wandered around the village for a while. The lectures there seemed to have ended, the crowd began to dissipate, and the empty village had traces of figure movement.

"Mom, I'll help you..." A crisp voice ran over Pan Feng. The six or seven-year-old child helped a woman drag the bag containing heavy objects to the small slope. This is more than one place of filial piety. The mother is kind and the son is filial. Neighbors can often see that they help each other. There are very few quarrels and fights in this village. Pan Feng walked around and proved this point. For him, as an outsider, he was actually friendly.

It was noon, and each household started cooking, and Pan Feng had no place to go. He sat at the entrance of the village, covered his gurgling stomach, looked at each family to make fire and cook, and licked his lips.

At this time, a shout came from one direction: "Likui, this person has been wandering around the village for a whole morning, and I don't know what he wants to do!"

Pan Feng, who was facing the side, looked slightly. He saw that it was the villager he had asked before, with an old man with a cane looking at him. He was not meant to stand up and his big waisted body and bowed: "I came from Youzhou. I got lost in Liaodong and passed by Guidi."

"So that's it." The old man nodded and asked the villagers who led the way to go back. Then he looked at Pan Feng and turned slowly: "This hero must be hungry too. Please come home to eat some food to satisfy your hunger."

Pan Feng smiled with a big face: "Is there something to eat!" As he said that, he dragged his axe and hurriedly ran to the front of the old man and squatted down: "Come on, father-in-law, you will give me the way and you will go back, let's go faster."

Along the way, Pan Feng also knew that there was only one old woman in the old man's house. His son took his wife to Xiangping to ask for work. There were many empty houses at home, so he could sit down if he had no place to go at night. Soon after, the sky fell and the table was filled with food, mostly simple food. Pan Feng asked in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, can you please eat?"

These words made the two old men amuse themselves. During the meal, the old man talked very strongly. Pan Feng held the food and stomped the pottery bowl with big mouthfuls, and occasionally raised his head: "What are the two great scholars in this village? They can't bully the villagers and come to make a living."

"The two great scholars are not those scammers outside. They actually came here first. Guan and Bing practiced their own practice. They both opened up land and farmed land by themselves. They never reached out to others. They often taught the "Book of Songs" and "Book of Rites" under the big tree in the village, teaching us people courtesy, virtue, appearance, etc., and they were great people."

The old man put down his chopsticks and looked at Pan Feng: "When the village was first built, there were many people in the well and they often had arguments and even fought. Later, Mr. Guan asked someone to buy a batch of pottery jars. He filled these jars with water very early every day and put them by the well for the villagers to use. The incident spread and everyone was embarrassed and there was no argument in the village again."

On the other side, Pan Feng wiped his mouth, but naturally he was a little unbelievable: "Why don't you go out to be an official and have to run to this mountain?"

"This is the person outside the world." The old man patted the table, as if he was afraid that the foreigner would not believe it, so he pointed to the door: "Do you know, the prefect of Gongsun from Liaodong came to us repeatedly to ask for help. The two great sages, who were embarrassed to speak when they arrived at the entrance of the village, ran back in shame."

"Brother-in-law, what a great sage? Let me tell you, I am the General Pan Feng, but the No. 1 general under the command of the prefect of Shanggu County." He supported his body with a big and round waist, his eyes were serious, his beard was raised, and he had the demeanor of an iron-blooded general. The next second, the whole momentum suddenly blew and collapsed, "...I just don't know the way."

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The old man smiled and stood up, patted his broad shoulders, and comforted him, "It's getting late, go back to the house to sleep."

"Did you really not believe me?"

"Have you ever seen such a big axe? Let me tell you, just chopping this axe can split a person in half..."

"...I promise you haven't seen it before. I'll put it there. I want to see it and have a good look. Most people have not had the chance to see it yet."

While chatting, Pan Feng got into the room.

Lying on the simple wooden couch, time gradually passed, Pan Feng tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He held his head and looked at the helmet on the head of the bed: "...How can you sleep? Gongsun Wang didn't get his head. After he went back, the leader would beat me to death."

Then, he slapped himself with a slap.

"I asked you to issue a military order and quickly think of ways to make up for your merits..."

He raised his hand and wanted to wave it again. He stopped suddenly with his face. Pan Feng stood up and sat on his feet, slapped himself hard, and then smiled: "Then two people, no matter what great scholars he is, just tied them back and handed over. Even if they were not great achievements, they would not be beaten to death."

"Yes, that's it!" He got out of bed and rubbed his palms: "I'm so damn anxious. I can think of this method, I bless you!"

"Hahaha!"

He laughed, opened the door, took the axe leaning against the wall, and went into the dark night. From time to time, dog barking sounded in the village, and people coughed, and walked straight to the thatched cottage on the uphill slope along the village road. At this time, the window was still shining with a dim light. When he arrived at the door, he knocked a few times.

The footsteps came from here, and with a creaking sound, a man with a slender figure and simple clothes appeared at the door, with two beards with beautiful upper lip and short chin, which was quite beautiful. When he saw the strong man standing outside the door, he politely bowed: "I wonder what happened to this brave man when he came to the door late at night?"

Behind him, another person leaned over. When the three of them gathered together, Pan Feng's voice pushed the giant axe to the ground with a loud voice, and his wide lips opened, bringing a malicious smile.

"I, Old Pan, want to hire two officials."

In the quiet valley, a chaotic sound occasionally sounded, and then returned to tranquility.

The next day, the entire village exploded, and then Xiangping also exploded. Gongsun Du broke several exquisite vases and sent a large number of cavalry out of the city to search for the Jizhou General named Pan Feng along the way. Then he sent several documents and portraits to Wuhuan, asking them to help arrest the kidnapper.

The whole Liaodong was in chaos.

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On the mountain road outside Shangdang County.

"Is this the trouble that Pan Feng caused for me?" Gongsun Zhi looked at the second detailed information coming and smiled: "Take Zhang Yang and his family with us, and we will return to Shanggu County. I will personally reward Pan Feng for this blessing."

In the letter, Li Ru and Dongfang Sheng increased their pens and ink with Guan Ning and Bing Yuan. Obviously, they were naturally familiar with these two people.

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