There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

For such a short moment, Wu Feng suddenly had the familiar feeling of thorns on his back, as if a top expert was watching him from somewhere nearby.

But it was snowing heavily all around, and besides his own light boat, there was only one merchant ship traveling in the opposite direction on the river, and there was no one on the shore.

So, the master who made me suddenly feel strange is on the ship that has gone away?

However, Wu Feng has no time to delve into it.

In order to fulfill Meng Qi's last wish, he must rush to Luoying Mountain outside Lanzhou City as soon as possible to protect Meng Yuzong on his behalf.

Time was running out, and although he couldn't find a merchant ship willing to sail because of the strong wind and snow, he finally hired an experienced fisherman with a lot of money and was willing to take him for a ride in the snow.

The sky was full of wind and snow, and the light boat was bumping in the middle of the turbulent river. The fisherman at the helm looked at Wu Feng who was standing quietly at the bow with some surprise.

It looks weak and beautiful, but it is more stable than him, an old expert who makes a living on the water. No matter how big the wind and waves are, the boy in white clothes cannot shake, and the song played by the other party is so beautiful that it is almost heavenly. Several times he almost forgot to paddle.

Strange to say, the fisherman himself was wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat, but he still couldn't avoid the goose-feather snowflakes pouring straight down his neck, while Wu Feng was only wearing autumn single clothes, he didn't seem to feel the cold, but The snowflakes all over the sky avoided him as if they had their own consciousness.

So the fisherman's body was already cold and drenched, but the Wu Feng he was looking at was still looking dry and comfortable, which made the fisherman even more surprised.

In the blink of an eye, the light boat they were on was several miles away from another big boat driving on the river, and the weird feeling just now had long since disappeared, so Wu Feng didn't pay too much attention to it, and remained silent. Quietly blow the flute.

The further west one went, the colder the weather became. However, the heavy snow that fell for several days and nights stopped temporarily, making boating on the river no longer very dangerous and difficult.

Wu Feng was only worried that he would be one step too late, traveling day and night, and arrived at the foot of Luoying Mountain in only four days. Seeing that there was no one suspected of Yueheng Sect lingering nearby, he felt relieved a little. Hastily swept up the mountain.

Although the terrain of Luoying Mountain is not as steep as the Liupu Peak where he lives, the highest peak is also soaring into the clouds, and it is not easy for ordinary people to climb up and down.

Although it is not far from Kongtong Mountain where the Kongtong Sect is located, it is still tens of miles away, so if the Yueheng Sect suddenly attacks, the Kongtong Sect may not be able to come to rescue in time, and they may not It can stop the elite power of Yuehengjiao, so Meng Qi will entrust his father to Wu Feng's protection when he is dying.

Wu Feng is already very familiar with the paths of Luoying Mountain, especially the main peak where Meng Yuzong and his son live. Although there are several roads to go up and down on weekdays, it is cold today and has just had a few heavy snowfalls, so it is possible to pass. There is only one path left.

This is a lucky thing, after all, Wu Feng is only one person, no matter how good his martial arts is, he can't take care of his body at the same time, so the heavy snow these days has actually helped him a lot.

While going up the mountain, he thought about the upcoming challenge in his heart, and secretly selected a place on the mountainside, where he planned to meet the people of Yueheng Sect.

However, the higher he went, the heavier Wu Feng's heart became. The urn he was holding in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, and his rock-steady hands trembled slightly when he held the sword.

He really didn't know how to face the old man who lived on the top of the mountain.

But I had to go.

It was dusk, but the sky was gloomy, and it seemed that it was still going to snow. There was no light from the stars and the moon, and only the faint reflection of the white snow allowed Wu Feng to roughly see the road under his feet.

He flew a few times and passed the place he had planned to meet the enemy before. It was a long and narrow stone bridge connecting two mountain peaks, which could only allow one person to pass, and there were unfathomable valleys on both sides. It is a natural danger that one man is in charge of the gate and ten thousand men cannot open it.

As long as he blocks here, unless someone's martial arts can surpass him and kill him, no one will be able to move forward half a step.

In the blink of an eye, he had already reached the peak, but he saw the lights in the wooden house like beans. It seemed that Meng Yuzong hadn't rested yet.

Wu Feng stopped hesitantly, paused for a while, and then continued to walk forward.

He had used lightness kung fu before, and he had already reached the realm of stepping on the snow without a trace, so although he had reached the peak, Meng Yuzong in the room did not notice it.

At this moment he was walking slowly, Meng Yuzong sensed it immediately, and said in a deep voice: "Who is outside?"

Wu Feng sighed softly and said, "Senior Meng, it's me."

"Is it the wind?"

There was a bit of surprise in the voice. After all, Wu Feng's whereabouts were erratic. He had already come to express condolences because of the death of Meng Yuzong's nephew Meng Jun. According to common sense, he would not come to visit again so soon, so Meng Yuzong immediately opened the door and left. , suddenly saw the porcelain pot in his hand, and immediately stayed in front of the door.

Seeing Meng Yuzong staring at the porcelain pot in his hand with a dull expression, Wu Feng knew that he had already guessed something, so he walked forward slowly, handed the pot with both hands respectfully, and said softly: "Senior, I... ...Send Brother Meng back."

Two lines of clear tears flowed down slowly and soundlessly from Meng Yuzong's cheeks.

The further east you go, the more beautiful the scenery on both sides of the strait will be.

It is no longer the harsh winter scenery of thousands of miles of ice and snow, but a bit more of the softness and tranquility of the Jiangnan water town.

Although Jun Mowen is used to the majesty and magnificence of the Northern Tianshan Mountains, he can quite appreciate the beauty of the Jiangnan beauty with its different customs.

Moreover, for some reason, this kind of scenery always reminded him unconsciously of the white-clothed boy he met in Qingzhou.

The fairy-like person who walked out of the painting must have been nourished by the beautiful water and soil in the south of the Yangtze River, right?

Sometimes, Jun Mowen would suddenly think of the back of the flute player he caught a glimpse of when he was sailing on the river.

Although he looked down on his appearance, his figure was extremely familiar, and even the tunes he played seemed to have something in common.

However, he still missed it after all, as if he hadn't been able to go to the boy's invitation back then.

But he can only hide this feeling deep in his heart. As the leader of Yueheng Sect, he has more important things to do.

After explaining to Xu Qing that he could only go up the mountain to find himself if he had something important to do, Jun Mowen walked up to the long-famous Liupu Peak alone without taking anyone with him. There is quite a bit of expectation.

I hope that person won't disappoint me, otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of time for him to travel all the way to Gusu?