Feng Zhou smiled slightly, he hadn't been called that for a long time.
Usually everyone calls him Taoist Master Feng, Zhenren Feng, or Little Taoist Priest.
It is said that some people secretly called him a naughty little Taoist priest.
This title of "hero" has been around for a long time.
The little girl Ah Zi also exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly followed her and said: "Little girl Ah Zi, I would like to pay my respects to my hero brother. Thank you so much for saving my life."
Hero brother?
This little Azi is cute too.
Feng Zhou couldn't help but laugh, and said casually: "No need to be polite, just get up."
In Feng Zhou's view, the father and daughter were proficient in martial arts, but judging from their clothes and conversation, they did not know that they were from Orions. They were obviously from a wealthy family. After all, this was Xixia, which was still in the period of barbaric aristocratic rule, and ordinary people would be cruelly treated.
Exploited, most of them are dressed in rags and illiterate. Only big landowner families can afford to wear such clothes.
He Ying and A Zi both stood up respectfully.
"I was walking around the world, and when I came here, I accidentally received a message from a heavenly being. I have been practicing here for more than ten days. I still haven't figured out the geographical location here. May I ask where this is and who you are?" Feng Zhou looked for him casually.
An excuse.
He Ying didn't know whether he believed it or not, but A Zi obviously believed it and soon poured it out all at once.
This is indeed Niushou Mountain.
A few miles away is the Yellow River Grand Canyon, called Qingtong Gorge.
Niushou Mountain stretches for dozens of miles. Although there are many Buddhist temples, the mountains are high and densely forested, and wild animals and herbs are everywhere. Therefore, hunters often come to hunt and collect herbs.
But this was the first time I saw such a big tiger.
"We come from Hejia Village in Qingtongxia on the edge of Niushou Mountain. My father is Li Zheng of Hejia Village."
Ah Zi said with a little pride.
Feng Zhou smiled.
Based on his understanding of Xixia, this country spans thousands of miles and has a large population, but it is essentially ruled by an aristocracy. The aristocratic men live in the city and regularly arrange for their subordinates to collect taxes from the villages and towns below. Naturally, these subordinates are too lazy to look for poor people.
We went to the local landowners and gentry, so most of the farming areas below were owned by the gentry and landlords.
In the Song Dynasty, the imperial power did not go to the countryside. Here, the imperial power did not leave the city.
Therefore, the vast villages, towns and rural areas are occupied by large and small tribes, witchcraft and sects, and even collect taxes on behalf of the government. Therefore, many tribes, witchcraft and sects have extremely strong strength and are superior and dominant in front of the common people.
everything.
"Our Hejia Village belongs to Linhe County and is managed under the name of the Bronze Sect. If a hero stays in our Hejia Village for a period of time, according to law, he should report it to the masters of the Bronze Sect." He Ying said hesitantly.
"Bronze Sect? Never heard of it. How does it compare to Shenlong Sect?"
Feng Zhou yawned.
It is indeed a barbaric land, and even the name is so unflattering.
If you are still a Bronze sect, why can’t you afford a Gold sect?
I wonder if there is a silver sect or a black iron sect?
Hearing Feng Zhou's disdainful tone, He Ying immediately stood up in awe: "The Shenlong Sect is the Sect. It is the great religion of our Xia Kingdom and has been passed down for more than a hundred years. There is a great wizard king sitting in charge and many masters. Even the government is quite proud of it.
Yi Zhong, I heard that the emperor respects him very much, and the Bronze Sect only has one master, Bronze Layman. I wonder if the hero has anything to do with the Shenlong Sect?"
As he said that, He Ying looked in awe.
Masters and masters who can be related to the Shenlong Sect are obviously more respected than the heroes who wander around. When the Shenlong Sect disciples go out to the countryside, even if they meet the Bronze Sect leader, they must be more respectful.
"That's right." Feng Zhou was noncommittal.
Of course, Feng Zhou knew the Great Witch King Hong Zhong and had fought with him twice. However, Feng Zhou easily resolved the opponent's small tricks.
He Ying became more and more respectful. In the end, he asked Feng Zhou to visit Hejia Village as a guest. Feng Zhou thought about it and agreed.
He fought Hong Zhong twice in the air, and announced in Jiangdu City that he was going to Xixia. As long as Hong Zhong was not a fool, he would definitely be prepared.
Now that the enemy is in the dark and we are in the enemy's country, we naturally have to be cautious. It is best to investigate and analyze the Shenlong Gate from the bottom up like a drop of water blending into the ocean, so as to thoroughly know ourselves and the enemy.
In fact, with his current strength, he is in the middle level of the innate stage of deep state of mind. He is only one step away from the upper level. He can not care about it at all. After all, Xixia has a small land, small population and insufficient resources. Even though the great wizard king has lived for two hundred years.
, it may not be as good as Fengzhou.
But Feng Zhou was still cautious.
According to his thinking, if you are cautious, ten thousand times is not too many; if you are careless, once is enough.
"I just want to stay in Hejia Village for a while and get a good understanding of the local scene. If I can find a new paradise in the cave, I might be able to break into Shen's state of mind in one fell swoop."
Feng Zhou thought.
"Brother Daxia, you killed the big tiger with one punch, you are so powerful!"
"Brother Daxia, you are so powerful, are you a disciple of the Shenlong Sect?"
"Brother Daxia, have you seen the Great Witch King? Have you met the Grand Master?"
"Brother Daxia, my sister was taken away by the immortals of the Qilian Mountains when she was a child. My father said that when the time comes, I will also join those immortal sects and learn my skills."
Ah Zi chirped.
Her little face had a smile as bright as a flower, and she was pretty and pretty. It made Feng Zhou feel irritated and cute at the same time. If he had a daughter, it would be best if she looked like this. Feng Zhou would definitely love her well.
I guess He Ying really enjoys this kind of family happiness.
Facing Ah Zi's chirping, Feng Zhou said calmly: "My name is Feng Ziheng, not a hero. Little Ah Zi can just call me brother Ziheng."
The three of them quickly left the forest, and several people were waiting with their horses on the roadside.
These people looked like servants at first glance. They all had strong bodies and bright eyes. It looked like some of them had practiced some kung fu.
"Sir, miss."
Gu Yanjia is a lean man. He has bright eyes, a tall stature, and steady breathing. He seems to have practiced a little kung fu. When he looks at Ah Zi, his eyes shine with a trace of passion.
"Feng Daxia, this is the guard leader of my Hejia Village, He Kuan. He Kuan, this is Feng Hengfeng Daxia. Now you are visiting my Hejia Village. You must not neglect me."
He Ying introduced.
"Hero?"
He Kuan raised his head and glanced at Feng Zhou. Seeing that he had a dull aura and ordinary clothes, he couldn't help but flash a strange look. But when he saw the tiger that Feng Zhou was dragging in his hand, he suddenly became serious and his eyes flashed.
Deeply afraid.
But he quickly covered it up and bowed his head respectfully.
The group of people rode horses and galloped quickly. Along the way, Azi stayed close to Feng Zhou, constantly asking curious questions.
Obviously, there are very few outsiders coming to Hejia Village. A master like Feng Zhou, who has no pretensions, treats Ah Zi like an unknown treasure house. Feng Zhou casually used a few short jokes about the earth to coax the girl into smiling.
He Kuan was watching from the side, seemingly nothing, but his brows furrowed involuntarily.
Soon, Hejiacun arrived.
Where is Hejia Village here? It is clearly Hejiapu and Hejia Town.
The entire village is like a castle, built on the mountainside, with houses lined up like fish scales, enough to accommodate thousands of people.
No wonder He Ying had servants and horses. It turned out that he was a super big landowner.
He Ying's house was very spacious, and the hall was even more magnificent. He Ying was also generous and personally held a reception banquet for Feng Zhou. Many famous elderly people in Hejia Village were present. Everyone heard that he killed a tiger with three punches and two kicks.
Seeing the dead tiger with their own eyes, everyone was filled with admiration and respect.
Feng Zhou glanced around and found that most of these people had fists and feet, but that was all.
"With their martial arts skills, they can only retreat and run away when they see a tiger. No wonder they respect me so much."
Feng Zhou thought.
"I, He Kuan, would like to offer you a drink as a hero. I wonder where the hero comes from? But what is my cultivation level as a person from the Great Xia Kingdom?" He Kuan, the steward, was also qualified to sit at the table. He picked up the wine glass and raised his glass and asked.