In the distance, Zhang Wushuang and Zhang Nanyu heard the sound of fighting again. As they rushed closer to the fighting place, the fluctuations in spiritual energy became more and more intense.
"Commander, what's going on in Zhenzhou these days? Why are there so many wars?" Zhang Nanyu asked Zhang Wushuang. He also felt something was wrong and began to worry about Zhang Wushuang.
Zhang Wushuang was also confused by this series of events. Originally, he just came to Zhenzhou to find Ling Feng and see if he was doing well. It was that simple. But now, the situation has become serious.
"How do I know? Let's just run forward now!" Zhang Wushuang became angry for no reason. After searching for Ling Feng for several days, his mood became manic.
As the two of them were walking in a hurry, a strong energy collision suddenly occurred not far ahead. Soon, a green light shone, and this energy exploded in front of them.
"Let's go take a look again!" Zhang Wushuang said and hurried forward.
Seeing this, Zhang Nanyu finally knew that Zhang Wushuang was missing Ling Feng and was desperately trying to find him, even if he wanted to see him dead or his corpse!
Zhang Nanyu followed closely, and the two of them soon arrived at the place of battle. Zhang Wushuang looked empty, only to see a deep pit in front of him, but there was no one on the street.
Zhang Wushuang was scared and started shouting.
"Ling Feng! Where are you? Answer me, Ling Feng!" Zhang Wushuang began to roar aimlessly, his eyes full of fear and anxiety.
A feeling of powerlessness arose from the bottom of Zhang Wushuang's heart. He had failed after all. Not only did he lose the battle, he also lost a person.
Seeing Zhang Wushuang's dejected look, Zhang Nanyu also began to shout Ling Feng's name along with Zhang Wushuang. The two shouted louder and louder, and people in the inn gradually heard clearly.
At this time, Qiankun and Sikong Yijun were resting. Their injuries were not too serious, but Qiankun had consumed too much of the Eight Right Qi, and suffered both internal and external injuries. However, Qiankun's recovery ability was stronger than that of ordinary people, so he could rest for some time.
Your bowel movements will be healed as before.
When Qiankun heard someone calling "Ling Feng", he suddenly turned his head to look at Ling Feng and said, "Did you hear that? Someone outside called your name."
After Qiankun said this, Lingfeng listened carefully outside and said softly: "It seems that someone really called me..."
Ling Feng heard this voice becoming more and more familiar. He thought hard and finally thought of someone!
No, it's him!
"Qiankun, let me go out first!" Lingfeng said to Qiankun in a hurry and walked out of the inn quickly.
I hope the first person I think of is the one who calls my name!
Zhang Wushuang looked from a distance, his eyes seemed aimless and more hopeful. He just stood there and shouted several times, then stopped.
Zhang Nanyu saw Zhang Wushuang being so sluggish and said, "It seems we are in the wrong place again, shall we go?"
Zhang Wushuang shook his head. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the inn. He said slowly: "Don't worry, I believe Ling Feng will come."
Zhang Nanyu didn't quite understand what Zhang Wushuang said, but he didn't ask any more questions and continued to stand with Zhang Wushuang, looking where Zhang Wushuang was looking.
Suddenly, while the two of them were watching, the door of the inn opened. Zhang Wushuang took the lead to step forward, followed closely by Zhang Nanyu. After seeing the person who came out, Zhang Wushuang pulled him into his arms and held him tightly.
Hug.
"Ling Feng! I finally see you!" Zhang Wushuang suppressed the soreness on the tip of his nose and said in a more hoarse voice.
This is the first time Zhang Nanyu has seen Zhang Wushuang like this. When Zhang Wushuang heard the news about Jiang Ju's retirement, he only felt a little bit regretful and sad. Zhang Wushuang is a person who is good at hiding his feelings. He is patient, humble and humble.
Otherwise, he would not have come to this day and become the commander-in-chief of the Five Routes and Thirteen States. Today, he burst into tears just seeing this young man. It can be seen that this young man is very important to Zhang Wushuang.
ah.
Ling Feng was stunned, letting Zhang Wushuang hold him like this, and was at a loss. For a moment, his thoughts seemed to have returned to the past.
The unbearable memories of childhood resurfaced in Ling Feng's mind again...
When he was a child, Ling Feng was ridiculed by the villagers because he had a black lump on his head. Some "understanding" people in the village saw it and said that Ling Feng was a disaster star. This kind of destiny should not offend you.
It only causes harm to others. This person also predicted that when this black flesh bag recovers, a huge disaster will inevitably befall the people around him.
After what this person said, Ling Feng, who was originally isolated, began to be despised even more.
A group of rogue cultivators came to the mountain to rule the roost. They were wanted criminals from all over the thirteen states of the royal capital. They formed a group of villains. They were famous for robbing and killing, and they were capable of committing any evil deeds.
It is their daily routine to use their own cultivation to defraud weak and powerless civilians.
Such an unlucky thing happened to happen to their village. The people in the village unanimously believed that Ling Feng's destiny violated his destiny and "led" these people here.
Fortunately, these casual cultivators don't really want to do anything to the people in the village. They just ask the village chief to donate 100 kilograms of grain a month.
But it is very laborious to raise this hundred kilograms of grain in one month. Originally, the village is not rich, and the state is not very strong. If we hand over this hundred kilograms of grain, I am afraid that the people in the village will have to live a hungry life in the future.
The hard life of having your chest pressed against your back.
As soon as the food was delivered, month after month, the villagers became more resentful and blamed Ling Feng's family more and more.
Even so, Ling Feng's family didn't even pay food. The village chief is a good person. He was afraid that Ling Feng's family would be so hostile in the village that they would be kicked out of the village, so he concealed the fact that Ling Feng's family didn't pay food. At the same time,
, he was also a timid person, fearing that the bandits would sense something was wrong, so he helped Ling Feng's family pay food for several months.
By the fifth month, the village chief couldn't bear it anymore and went to Ling Feng's house to find Ling Feng's parents.
"I said Ling Jianguan, just pay the food. I helped you pay the food for five months, and now my family is almost unable to support it." The village chief said that he wanted to blame Ling Jianguan.
Feeling depressed, he reluctantly spoke to Ling Jianguan in a good tone.
Ling Feng's mother also apologized deeply for this. She asked the village chief to hand over so much food for them, and she couldn't feel guilty anymore.
Ling Feng stood blankly aside, watching the adults talking. He could only remain silent, feeling the smell of gunpowder and the depressing aura hidden in them, which made him very uncomfortable.
The two sides were silent for a long time. Did Ling Jianguan not want to hand over the food? He had his own ideas.
Ling Jianguan glanced at the village chief, sighed, and said: "Village chief, blindly condoning the bandits will only give them enough arrogance, and they will torture us more and more! We should rise up and resist them,
Don’t be the one who only gets suppressed!”
After hearing what Ling Jianguan said, the village chief not only disagreed, but even got angry. He pointed at Ling Jianguan and yelled: "Resist? You have the ability! You go and resist! I see you.
You are giving up on yourself and taking the village with you to death!"
Seeing the village chief's angry voice, Ling Jianguan immediately thought of an explanation. The village chief took Ling Jianguan's hand and asked him to sit down. He continued: "You want to die, but I don't want to die. I want to have a good life."
Live! You can think about it by yourself today, I only give you this day, and tomorrow is the end of the month. If you don’t have any more food to pay, I don’t have any extra food to pay for you, so I won’t care about this shit!"
After saying that, the village chief immediately walked out of Ling's house angrily, kicked open the threshold and spat into the ground.
Ling Jianguan looked at the village chief's back full of anger. It seemed that the village chief had no intention of raising weapons to resist. That's right. The village was full of old people, small ones, and really young people.
Being strong and willing to resist those bandits are two different things.
He looked at Ling Feng again and fell into deep contemplation.
As soon as the village chief returned home, this incident alone made him so angry that his teeth itched. He turned over and over again, thinking over and over again. He became less and less at ease, less and less energetic, and he often murmured to his wife.