Chapter 35 Encountering a Tiger on the Way

"I want to come back, I want to come back..." Han Feng kept shouting in his heart, but his eyes could not be opened, and the endless darkness in front of him could not see the end of any hope. The faces of the elderly parents in the family, the big brothers and sisters who love them, Murong Ruxue, Yue Yusu and other strangers flashed through their hearts one by one. He stretched out his hand to grab their outstretched hand, but he couldn't hold it any more.

Han Feng competed for the control of his body with his perseverance and the boundless night. Suddenly, he felt that his dark body suddenly bumped on the track and bounced into the air. He took the opportunity to turn the direction of his body and shouted in his heart: "Han Feng, Han Feng..." Slid into the abyss. His body stopped, and he heard the nagging sound of his parents in his ears. Something was rubbing against his mouth, and a spicy and hot ** with some sweetness was pouring into his mouth.

Han Feng slowly opened his tired eyes, and a loyal and honest face with a slightly dull face reflected in his eyes. It was an unknown man in his fifties, and his gully face was full of the bitterness and frost of life.

"Oh, you finally woke up!" There was a trace of joy on the man's face. Thank you, big brother. Han Feng struggled to get up. My surname is Ma. Just call me Lao Ma. As the middle-aged man spoke, he pressed Han Feng's body back. "You just woke up and are still weak. Don't move."

Han Feng's pale face showed a smile and shouted, "Uncle Ma." Uh-huh." The man answered and nagging, "Little brother, why are you running outside alone in these chaotic years... Um... Are you sick? Seeing that you are not old, why do you have gray hair?

Han Feng looked at his white hair with a wry smile and hesitated, "I don't know when I got this disease. I wanted to find some medicinal herbs, but I didn't expect to fall into the water." Uncle Ma is just an ordinary honest man. He didn't want to tell him those things for fear of scaring him, so he lied.

"Alas, young people should be careful when they come out to do things. Fortunately, they are young and strong. It will be fine to rest for a while. There will be no big deal..." Uncle Ma chattered endlessly. Han Feng closed his eyes and hung a smile at the corners of his mouth. Many ordinary people like Uncle Ma appeared in front of him - in the past, in the past, he took out only a little rice left in the mountains and grass to cook for him; in order to entertain him, he took a shotgun to hit a wild uncle even when it was dark; he gave up the only uncle in the family The old woman in the bed... Although they are nagging and have all kinds of problems, they all have a kind heart, so that people can feel the warmth of the sun even in the cold winter.

"Oh, there's no water. I'll get water." Uncle Ma shouted. Han Feng nodded with a smile and watched Uncle Ma pick up the barrel on the table and walk out of the door, slowly closing his tired eyes.

Han Feng slowly explored his spiritual strength to his purple mansion, with a wry smile on his mouth. His purple Dantian fields are empty, and the former surging Yuanli has long been exhausted.

"Alas! I'm an ordinary person again." With a sigh, he moved his body gently, and the feeling of fatigue and pain clearly spread from the nerve endings to the sea of knowledge.

Fortunately, his Xumi bag is still there, and the black general's armor brought out of the Zhushen array is still there. Now it has turned into a simple and dark jade pendant hanging on his chest. Han Feng's belief was moved to call the Hongyi monk attached to his body and thought, "Maybe this old monk has a way." But after communicating for a long time, there was no response. Han Feng cursed hatefully and ignored him.

After tossing for a long time, he felt very thirsty. Uncle Ma went there for a long time and did not come back. Suddenly, he turned his eyes to the large bowl of coarse porcelain with white flowers on a black background on the table. In the bowl, there was still half a bowl of water that Uncle Ma had just poured out. Suddenly, the water shot at him like wings. Cough..." Han Feng was inadtentionally sprayed all over his face by the rapid water, and the drops of water splashed into the trachea and choked. When did I have a special function? Void photography! Facing that he suddenly had such a strong spiritual power, he was a little stunned. After a long time, his mind moved, and the fine and broken drops of water sticking to his face suddenly flew back into the bowl. It was still half a bowl of water, but it did not decrease. What is the reason? Before he could think, he suddenly moved and turned his head to look out of the door.

After a while, the sound of kicking footsteps sounded at the door. The two walked into the room. In front of them was Uncle Ma with water, and behind them was a big man with a beard and a black face. The face of the leopard's head and eyes was full of wind and frost.

"Little brother, our boss came to see you." Uncle Ma handed a coarse porcelain bowl to Han Feng. Han Feng turned his body, took the water bowl, and said with a smile, "Thank you." He raised his eyes and looked at the big man and said, "Thank you, boss, for your righteous rescue."

The bearded grinned and said, "I thought your boy was dead, but I didn't expect your boy to be so big." After a pause, he said, "If you want to thank, thank Uncle Ma. He saved you." The beard was very talkative, and the room was full of laughter. After a conversation, the relationship between the two sides deepened a lot.

Han Feng still can't sleep late at night. Through the dialogue between the two sides, Han Feng knew that the destination of this caravan was the unparalleled city he was going to go to. As soon as he was happy, he felt sad. Now he is like a useless person. What can he do when he goes to Wushuang City? He can't live without this caravan. Did he go and tell Murong Ruxue that I'm coming, but I can't do anything now. People in the world are better than to commit suicide without martial arts. Han Feng is the kind of person who is pleasant on the outside but arrogant in his bones. For him, he would rather die than do it... "Alas! Up to now, we have to take one step at a time. Han Feng stopped his chaotic and complicated emotions and turned his slightly painful shoulders and looked at the candle with lanterns on the table. Poo." The candle disappeared without wind, and the room fell into darkness. A voice whispered, "What's going on?" Then silently, as if he had entered into meditation...

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Before the morning light in the East came out, the voice with a thick beard had sounded. Let's go. The sun is coming out. If we don't go, we can't fucking find a place to sleep tonight. The men walked out of the door of Datongpu in twos and threes, with sleepiness on their faces.

The thin monkey rubbed the eye excrement on his face and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Every time it's so early, I just fell asleep..." The beard scolded: "Every time it's your boy can't sleep well. Did you secretly listen to the girl's room last night? There was something romantic in the dream, hurting my body, and I couldn't get up in the morning..." People laughed and dispelled the smile.

After people pulled the cattle cart and checked the goods in a hurry, the convoy slowly started. Han Feng lay diagonally in Uncle Ma's car and went on the road with the caravan. Although last night's adjustment did not restore his martial arts, it seemed that his spirit was much better, but his white hair was very dazzling in the crowd. Han Feng tied his hair with a black belt. Although he was a little sick, he had a special temperament that attracted people's attention.

The ox cart bumped on the mountain for about two hours. The sky was bright, and the birds in the dense forest on both sides became lively. The motorcade stopped, and people took out the dry food prepared from the hotel last night to eat. Han Feng ate with everyone. This group of men joked and said some anecdotes that were extremely lively.

The beard said, "We will arrive at Wushuang City in a few months. After handing over the goods, everyone has a good time. I heard that this four martial arts competition is extremely lively..." Then he looked solemn and said in a low voice: "Everyone knows the temper of the city owner. If we make a mistake, we can't afford to sin. Last year, Li A San..." Everyone couldn't help but be frightened when they heard it, and the food they ate in their mouths was not fragrant. They ate a few mouthfuls hastily. After listening to Uncle Ma's detailed explanation, Han Feng knew that it was Li Asan who transported incense candles to Wuhuang City last year, but because he missed the trip and delayed the opening of the incense hall of Xiling Martial Arts Academy. In the end, Li Asan not only did not get a penni, but also almost lost his life. After everyone pleaded for mercy, he was ordered by the general manager of Wuhuang City to cut off his legs.

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The depressing atmosphere enveloped the caravan, and everyone walked forward in silence...

If you have nothing to say for a day, you will be safe. After enduring the day of heat and bumps, the road under the caravan became narrower and narrower, the wide post road began to become steep, and the convoy became slower.

Evening.

The caravan came to a curved stream, and the red was covered in the western sky. Everyone began to walk along the narrow mountain in shouting.

Suddenly, the stream dozens of feet away was splashed by something. With a "bang", the stream as deep as a lead cloud lit up a fan-shaped ripple. Han Feng's eyes became solemn, and a dangerous intuition rose from his heart.

Everyone looked at it carefully, and it turned out to be a flower-breasted tiger. It jumped into the water, put its head on the water waves, and its eyes let the sunset glow shine brightly.

There was a burst of tension in the hearts of the men driving the car. Although the evening wind was so soft and blowing on their bodies, everyone's sweat pores still sweated. The old scalper pulling the cart fixed his body and shook his muscles uneasily. The cow's eyes stared like a copper bell and stared at it fiercely.

Han Feng instinctively accumulated the power in his body, but the empty Dantian Zihai did not fluctuate, so he had to give up... "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Uncle Ma stood aside and said all the words of relief. He bent down and pulled out a steel knife from the side of the car. His eyes stared at the beast and said, "This is a little tiger. With so many of us, it won't attack us."

While talking, the milk tiger swam to the other side of the stream, went to the beach, rolled two times, shook the drops of water on its body, and walked carelessly towards the mountain forest. The green bamboo forest caged in the evening smoke soon disappeared.

"Let's go." The beard in front of him whistled and said loudly. Uncle Ma turned around and picked up the whip on the frame and hit a whip in the air and drove forward. This time it was much faster. Uncle Ma drove the car and said, "This is the most difficult part of the road along the way. Bandits are rampant and beasts are haunted. It is a broken road for business travelers. I don't know how many merchants have folded on this road before. We have to go to Anzhaoyan camp tonight anyway..."

Of course, he is not afraid of Han Feng before these fierce beast bandits, but now he has lost all his skills. If he encounters it, he still has to think about it.

For good, there was nothing wrong on the road. When it was dark, the caravan finally arrived at a place called An Yanyan.

Looking around, Han Feng also knew why Uncle Ma said that he must camp in this place at night.