Unknowingly, the team had been traveling for more than ten days. Soldiers were sent to explore the route at the last stationed location, Luofu, and the news they received was that they could reach Dema City, the capital of the Wolf Kingdom, in two days' journey.
Fengtie and Luofu felt very strange.
In the Wolf Kingdom, they passed through more than a dozen villages, towns and cities of various sizes, but they still passed through many desolate areas on the way, but Batu seemed to have disappeared from the world and never launched any attacks against them.
If Batu saw Feng Tie and his party walking easily at this moment, he would definitely hide in a deserted corner and cry loudly.
Because he was always in the territory of the Kingdom of Wolf, Batu did not dare to launch a large-scale attack. However, in the past half month, Batu continuously sent seven assassins hired with large sums of money to perform tasks. These assassins
Some are from well-known large mercenary groups, and some are from assassin families passed down from generation to generation. These people are all proficient in detection, stealth, assassination and poisoning. However, all the people sent out are like nothing, and there is no news anymore.
Batu had no doubts about the professional integrity of these assassins, so there was only one possibility: they had all been killed.
"No, among these people only Luofu and his personal bodyguards are capable. My good-for-nothing nephew and the family's private army are all young brothers who have never been on the battlefield. How can they be so capable?" Batu Baisi thought.
Can't figure it out.
Just when Batu was doubly surprised, the monster Amu squatted on a big tree with blood-red eyes, holding a human leg and biting it happily. Fragments of clothes were scattered on the bare ground where the roots of the tree were exposed.
Pack a bag of unknown poison and two missing daggers.
"It's already the seventh one, but this one doesn't seem as tasty as the red-haired one!" Ammu smacked his lips in comment, his eyes fixed on the progress of Feng Tie and his group in the distance.
"The West Lake is beautiful in March, and the spring rain is like wine and willows are like smoke!" A rough male voice sang a cheerful song, and the song echoed over the entire forest.
Feng Tie almost fell to the ground when he heard the singing. He quickly crossed the team and ran in the direction of the singing like a wild donkey that had escaped its reins.
He ran nearly ten miles in one breath. When Feng Tie ran until his lungs were on fire and about to explode, Feng Tie finally saw the person he wanted to see.
A ragged woodcutter was wielding a blunt knife and trying to cut off a branch. There was an earthen pot filled with water and a sun cloak at his feet. The song came from his mouth.
Seeing Feng Tie running towards him, the woodcutter stopped singing. He stopped what he was doing and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked at Feng Tie curiously and smiled kindly at Feng Tie.
Feng Tie was not as gentle as the woodcutter. He strode over and grabbed the woodcutter's collar, almost lifting the poor man off the ground.
Feng Tie shouted anxiously: "What are you singing? Sing it again. Why don't you make a sound? You, sing, sing!"
The woodcutter felt the hands that were holding his clothes slowly loosen, and the strange man in front of him slid to the ground bit by bit, and finally knelt down slowly.
After crying uncontrollably for a while, Feng Tie raised his head again, and the woodcutter saw a young face full of tears.
"Brother, did you come across from West Lake?" Feng Tie asked excitedly, "If you have a way to go back, can you take me with you?"
The woodcutter thought to himself that it was unlucky. I had been working hard to chop wood for bread and ale this early in the morning, but why did I suddenly encounter such a madman and interrupt my work.
Seeing Feng Tie's tailor-made and high-quality military uniform, the woodcutter did not dare to look down upon him too much. He grabbed Feng Tie's arm and tried to help him up: "Get up quickly, I don't know you either. It's so early in the morning.
Why are you giving me such a big courtesy?"
The woodcutter babbled and helped the well-dressed lunatic in front of him up.
Feng Tie calmed down his excitement a little, and thought to himself: "I'm really in a panic. Looking at this person's ragged clothes, it seems that he didn't travel well. With such a moral character, what can I do to go back?
"
But the glimmer of hope in his heart still made Feng Tie ask: "You are also from the 21st century, right? Where were you from before you came here? Is Teacher Cang okay?"
"What are you wearing? Where are you from? Who is Mr. Cang?" The woodcutter looked at Feng Tie with pity for a madman, "I am from here. I have lived here for more than thirty years and have never left.
In this forest, how could I possibly know the teacher Cang you are talking about?"
"Don't lie to me. There are only two of us here. Why are you pretending to be here? I came here too." Feng Tie laughed at the woodcutter's lies. "I saw that you were a stick-wielding person in your previous life."
Urban management officers who run rampant in night markets and commercial streets, look at how you chop wood with the fearless aura of the urban management team chasing street vendors. If you want to deceive me, you can do it in the next life!"
The woodcutter didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You look like a clean young man, but I didn't expect you to be a madman. I don't understand what you are talking about, and please don't delay me in chopping wood!"
After the woodcutter finished speaking, he lifted the earthen jar on the ground and drank two swigs of low-quality ale. He spat into his palm and continued to fight with the thick branch while waving the hatchet.
"Are you a local?" Feng Tie continued to ask without giving up: "Then how do you explain the song you sang? Don't tell me that there is a scenic spot three hundred miles east of the imperial capital of Wolf Kingdom called Broken Bridge and Canxue, and Bai Suzhen was trapped there.
The Leifeng Pagoda next to the West Lake is waiting for your rescue. Do you still want to tell me that the wells in your backyard are called Santan Yingyue at night? Are you fooling me, grandson? Hey, look at my bad temper.
!”
Feng Tie pulled out the broken knife from his waist and made a gesture to slash at the woodcutter.
The woodcutter shouted, his face as pale as earth and he stepped aside, his body shaking like chaff: "I told you to stop messing around. I really can't understand what you said. The song I sang was Abi from Lihua Valley."
Master Gale taught me, if you don’t believe me, go and ask!”
The woodcutter held the blunt wood-chopping knife tightly with both hands and stared at Feng Tie warily, thinking not to be accidentally injured by him. The empire's law stipulates that a madman does not have to pay compensation for killing someone.
Feng Tie was dumbfounded, feeling extremely disappointed.
However, when I thought about it, it was very possible that Master Abigail had passed through it. Feng Tie's mood began to improve again. To be called a master, his ability must not be much worse, even if he can no longer wear it.
When I go back, at least you can do me some favors for the sake of being the same person who traveled through the world.
Thinking of this, Feng Tie inserted the broken knife back into his waist, and in the tone of the big bad wolf coaxing the little white rabbit, he apologized to the frightened and pale woodcutter with a smile: "Oh, I'm so sorry, I have schizophrenia caused by my mother's womb.
, what you saw just now was my violent brother, now my kind brother is back, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”
The woodcutter did not relax his vigilance at all. He said with doubt on his face: "You stay away from me. No, you leave here and go far away, and I will believe you."
"Okay, as you wish, dear woodcutter." Feng Tie turned around and walked a few steps, then suddenly turned back and asked: "I forgot to tell you, I am Master Abigail's nephew, and I was about to go
I’m visiting him, how can I get to the pear flower valley you mentioned?”
At this time, the woodcutter just wanted to send away this lunatic with split personality as soon as possible. He pointed to the west without thinking: "Go straight west along this path, about thirty miles away!"
"Thank you so much, oh! No! My brother is back again!" Feng Tie put on a ferocious face, pulled out the knife again and ran towards the woodcutter.
"Oh my God!" The woodcutter screamed in fright, turned around and ran away without caring about the things on the ground.
"Hehe, I happen to be thirsty." Feng Tie walked over carelessly and picked up the ale on the ground and drank it hard.
After drinking all the ale in the jar, Feng Tie burped with satisfaction, narrowed his eyes and murmured: "Lihua Valley, Master Abigail, interesting, interesting."
"Master, Master, where are you?" Xiong Da's voice came from far away.
It turned out that Luofu was afraid that something might happen to Feng Tie, so he ordered Xiong Da to lead a dozen cavalrymen to chase him.
"I'm here!" Feng Tie put his hands to his mouth like a trumpet and shouted loudly: "Here!"
Seeing Xiong Da leading a dozen cavalrymen to rein in and dismount to greet him, Feng Tie pointed to one of the soldiers and said: "Go back and tell General Luofu to move forward slowly. I will lead people to catch up later. The rest of the people
Come with me."
Xiong Da quickly stood up and ran over to persuade Feng Tie: "This is not good, young master, where are we going? You see there are many dangers along the way. Should we go back and seek General Luofu's opinion first...
..”
"No need." Feng Tie interrupted Xiong Da impatiently: "Where did you come up with all this nonsense? Do you listen to me or do I listen to you?"
Xiong Da: "Of course Xiong Da listens to you in everything, but..."
"No buts!" Feng Tie raised his eyes and said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense and come with me!"
Because the dozen or so people who came were all private soldiers of the Odyssey family, of course they would not raise any objections to their young master’s order. Xiong Da secretly winked at the soldier who was going back to report the news, and served under Feng Tie’s order.
Feng Tie rode on his horse, while Xiong Da and another soldier rode together, and the group of people galloped towards the fork in the road that wound to the west.
The woodcutter did not deceive Feng Tie.
Feng Tie led the soldiers at the lead and ran for about thirty miles. The sound of huge water flow could be heard in front of the thick and dense woods, and the sweet smell of pear blossoms drifted in the distance from the distance.
Feng Tie couldn't wait to ride forward. After a while, he got out of the forest. He reined in his horse and looked forward. A beautiful landscape came into view.
"This must be the Pear Blossom Valley that that person mentioned!" Fengtie sighed.
Since Feng Tie came to this world, the natural scenery he has seen is nothing more than tall oak forests or coniferous forests, and the only water veins he has seen are the turbid streams in the jungle where he was attacked. He has never seen such a thick and dense stream.
Ink landscape with strong Chinese style.
Lost in thought, Feng Tie relaxed his horse's reins and walked slowly towards the valley ahead.