In the eyes of practitioners, Xiliang is not a very big country, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is just the opposite. Although Han Feng is a practitioner, he does not fly into the sky and escape like his peers, trying to cross Xiliang
It still took a lot of time to travel to the country. Wang Sanbu was his only companion along the way. The old man and the young man were like a pair of beggars, tired of travel, and they just walked all over the land of Xiliang Kingdom with their feet.
On this day, the two of them arrived at Luoli Pass, an important town on the northern border of Xiliang Kingdom. From the name, this place is just a pass, but in fact it is not. The surrounding mountains are blocking it, and there is only a flat land here leading to Lengyue Kingdom.
, over time, more and more people gathered, and a city-state was gradually formed.
The part of Luori Pass close to Xiliang Kingdom is relatively simple to build, the city wall is not very thick, and there are not too many soldiers guarding the towers, but the north gate facing Lengyue Kingdom is a different scene. Han Feng and Wang
Entering the pass from the south gate in three steps, along the way, in addition to businessmen, we also saw many ordinary people who were suffering from hunger and cold. Most of these people were in shabby clothes, supporting the elderly and the young, like people who were fleeing.
Han Feng asked Wang San about the trail in confusion: "Old man, do you think there are so many refugees on this trail?"
Wang Sanbu snorted and said lazily: "I said you have been cultivating the Tao all day long, but what kind of Tao are you cultivating? You don't know the sufferings in the world at all. Even if you cultivate the Tao, it doesn't matter. You go to the top of the mountain to eat the wind and drink the dew."
Han Feng was used to being beaten by him along the way, so he asked politely: "You have learned a lesson, please give me some advice."
The old man chuckled and said: "In recent years, Lengyue Kingdom has often launched raids on Xiliang Kingdom due to its strong military strength. Although both sides have their own victories and defeats, in my opinion, Xiliang Kingdom has suffered the greater loss. After all, Taibai Peak
Too much combat power was lost in the First World War, and the number of practitioners was reduced by 40%. This is a terrible thing for any country. I don’t know why that brat Yu Heng did such a stupid thing.”
Han Feng asked: "According to the old man's opinion, fighting and garrisoning are all matters for practitioners. Why are there so many mortal troops stationed here?"
Wang Sanbu glared at him and said: "Do you think these mortal troops are useless because they can't use magical weapons, can't fly up to the sky, and can't fall down to the ground? In fact, on the contrary, there are many martial arts masters in these mortal armies.
Although they are not as lethal as cultivators, they are more valuable because they have more people. They can practice various tactics and use some spiritual weapons, which are also important weapons of the country. If only the few thousand cultivators relied on them, the Xiliang Kingdom would have been destroyed long ago.
People stepped on it."
Han Feng nodded and said: "Senior Wang is saying that the number of practitioners is too small. If we rely solely on practitioners to defend the country, it will be a drop in the bucket."
The old man glanced at him and said half-jokingly: "I'm afraid a half-hearted practitioner like you can't defeat a well-trained soldier." Han Feng's face turned red and he was a little embarrassed. He knew that he had poor foundation.
He had poor qualifications, and always had a sense of inferiority when talking about cultivation. But Wang Sanbu seemed to have an insight into his heart, and would touch his sore spots from time to time, which made Han Feng very depressed.
The two walked into the city gate while talking. The gatekeepers who guarded the city saw that the two were dusty and in tattered clothes. They thought they were ordinary beggars and did not stop them, so they let them into the city. As soon as they entered the city, Han Feng felt
The buildings in Luoliguan are very different from those in Yuezhou City. Whether they are wine shops, restaurants, or brothels, the brothels here are all very low. Many wealthy families with red lacquer gate towers do not even have two-story buildings.
There was a look of doubt on his face. Wang Sanbu didn't wait for him to ask this time, and answered in advance: "These buildings are built compactly and low, which can prevent the opponent's arrows and crossbows. If they are too high, they will be used as live targets by the opponent."
Yes. You go somewhere with me and don’t talk much on the way.”
Seeing the unusual seriousness on the old man's face, Han Feng nodded. The two of them walked hurriedly on the bluestone road of Luoliguan. After passing through three streets, the sound of the crowd gradually faded away, and the scenery on both sides of the street faded away.
The street gradually became deserted. In an alley so narrow that it was almost impossible for two carriages to walk side by side, Wang Sanbu stopped.
Han Feng stopped and looked up, only to see a pharmacy opposite. On the old plaque were scrawled three characters "Yao Xiang Tang". He wondered in his heart, who would do business in such a remote street with such a hanging hanging
The shabby plaque with such scrawled handwriting clearly indicates that it does not want customers to come to the door.
Wang walked into the pharmacy with three strides. He saw a small counter in the dim room. Behind the counter stood a row of medicine cabinets. Because there were too few customers, a thin layer of dust fell on the medicine cabinets. Standing at the counter
Inside was a middle-aged man with ordinary clothes and dull eyes. He was so ordinary that he couldn't be more ordinary.
Seeing Wang San step in, the shopkeeper's face showed a kind of joy, and his whole person took on a new look. For a moment, two rays of light flashed in his eyes. He cupped his hands and said, "Old man, why are you here?" Then his eyes became a little bit confused.
Confusion fell on Han Feng. From that look, Han Feng felt that he was not a popular person here.
Wang Sanbu said in an old-fashioned way: "Xiaowu*, don't be so suspicious. This guy is a junior. I have free time during this period, so I can give him some guidance. It can also be considered as an explanation to his sect."
The middle-aged shopkeeper smiled and said: "When will you have time to do such trivial things? Just find someone to take care of you."
Wang Sanbu waved his hand and said: "Okay, don't talk about this matter. I came here this time for other reasons." As he said that, he winked at Han Feng. Han Feng understood and walked over alone obediently.
On the street, keep store doors closed.
The old man continued: "Has there been any change in that place over the years?"
The middle-aged shopkeeper said with a serious face: "According to the junior's surveillance, the abnormal movement is not obvious." After saying that, the shopkeeper sighed softly. Although his voice was extremely small, it could not escape the old man's ears.
"Your longevity is coming soon. I have worked hard on you these past years. You have to deal with trivial things every day by yourself in the busy city. It is really a loss for your spiritual roots." Wang Sanbu said in an old voice,
There was some guilt in his tone.
The middle-aged shopkeeper raised his head and said excitedly: "Old man, please don't kill me. Even if I can do something for the sect, I will have no regrets even if I die. It's just that I don't have much life left. I'm afraid it's us this time."
This is the last time. After living for so long, I have already seen through life and death, but after all, I can’t wait for that day, and I feel unwilling to do so..." At this point, the middle-aged shopkeeper's expression dimmed, and he was immersed in a sense of excitement.
In the midst of suffocating depression.
Wang Sanbu said calmly: "Death is a relief for us. You, me, and the disciples who are still alive and still have a lingering heart can't let go of that obsession. Like pawns crossing the river, they can only fight towards
Go forward, maybe this is your destiny. There are three pills here that can extend your life for fifty years. No matter how much you do, I will help you. I can only guarantee that this is not the last time we meet." The old man said, taking out a small porcelain bottle and putting it on
on the counter.
There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the middle-aged shopkeeper, and he said excitedly: "Old man, please don't waste elixirs on a waste like me. These medicines belong to you..."
Wang Sanbu glared at him. The middle-aged shopkeeper didn't dare to say anything. He just listened to Wang Sanbu say: "I have two things to do here this time. Firstly, I want to go out and find out the news. Secondly, I want to find you.
I want some elixirs, the list is here, take a look."
The middle-aged shopkeeper took the order with a puzzled look on his face, looked at it for a long time, raised his head and said: "These are low-level elixirs, which have little effect on monks in the foundation-building stage. Could it be that the old man wants to help that boy improve his cultivation?"
Wang Sanbu showed a little displeasure on his face, "Don't worry, little brat, he is also your junior after all. He is closer in seniority than the Tianqiong sect. I want you to get these elixirs together now.
Problem?"
The middle-aged shopkeeper nodded and hurried back to the inner room. After making some tea, he turned around again and took many bottles and jars in his hands and placed them on the table. Looking at these various kinds of elixirs, Wang San
Bu smiled and said: "Qingfeng, you are so down-to-earth. You have come up with so many elixirs, some of which can actually be used during the foundation-building period. With these elixirs, if he doesn't form elixirs within twenty years, he will be in trouble."
The number one piece of trash down there.”
A smile appeared on the honest face of the shopkeeper, "These pills were refined by Qing Feng when he was bored. They are not high-level things and he has no use for them. He has not dared to accept any apprentices in recent years, so
Give them all to him. I hope he can contribute to the revitalization of the sect in the future."
Wang Sanbu nodded happily, and with a wave of his hand, all the elixirs on the table disappeared. He turned and left, walked to the end of the door, turned around again, looked at the reluctant look on Qing Feng's face, and said: "Qing Feng
Feng, live well."
The shopkeeper nodded vigorously.
The old man opened the door and left. A cold wind poured into the small room, blowing two lines of clear tears on the shopkeeper's face, and a refreshing coolness flooded his heart.
After standing in the wind for a long time, Han Feng felt that his joints were a little stiff. When he saw Wang Sanbu coming out of the house, he hurriedly greeted him and said with relief: "Old man, can we get on the road?"
Wang Sanbu nodded and said, "Let's go. There is a Changfeng Inn along this road to the north. We will stay there tonight." Han Feng said, and the two of them walked north along the alley.
After walking about fifty feet, Wang Sanbu suddenly came to Han Feng's side. This made him feel very strange. The old man had rarely been so close to him along the way. He heard Wang Sanbu whisper: "Boy,
We are being targeted. Although we are not sure who it is, it is definitely not a good person. Well, it’s time to practice the methods I taught you in the past two years. Use the Skeleton Trap and Duanhun Powder to send them directly.