Chapter 60 The Predestined Man

It's snowing heavily, and the world is vast.

The wisps of smoke rose like mysterious elves, flying happily in the white clouds intertwined with snow and wind.

Liu Feng walked out of the tent and took a deep breath of the first snow. In the cold, cool and fresh breath, there was a faint smell of meat. It's dusk now, and it's time to bury the pot to make rice.

Seven days have passed since the battle of Lushan, and Mi Fang's body and victory report have been sent to Xiakou. However, after waiting for seven days, there was no new reaction. He only took Guan Yu's simple order and ordered him to continue to stick to the Lushan camp and ordered him not to fight easily.

Those enemies hidden in the dark did not take action for the time being, and Liu Feng could only wait and see what happened.

He looked up at the vast sky, and the nail-sized snowflakes danced mischievously on his face, and soon turned into a water point by his body temperature. The feeling was cool but very comfortable.

A sudden first snow seemed to have calmed Liu Feng's mind a lot. When he calmed down, he began to think about how to get rid of Liu Bei. However, how to unyce the dead knot of "Son of Liu Bei" is really brainless to understand.

Take a breath, and the warm white air blew away the snowflakes on his face.

"The eldest son caught a guy who wanted to go from the west of Lushan. We suspected that he was Cao Jun's work, but no matter how he questioned, the man refused to say anything, and he insisted on seeing the eldest son." A village chief came to report.

Now that there is a war between the north and the south, the Yangtze River has been blocked. Except for holding a licensed pass, no one is allowed to cross the river. It is not uncommon to catch a detailed work. However, what made Liu Feng curious was why he had to see himself.

"Bring him to see me."

After Liu Feng ordered, he turned around and returned to the tent warm as spring by the fire. The chill quickly dissipated. Liu Fengduan sat in front of the desk, looking at the book and tasting hot tea.

After a cup of tea, the soldier was brought in.

"I heard that you want to see me, but now I see it. You can confess." Liu Feng's attention has been focused on the "Sun Tzu's Notes" on the case, and he didn't even raise his head.

I didn't hear the expected begging for mercy or anything else, but a strange sneer. The laughter was like a faint wind coming in through the crack of the door, unconsciously invading the body, which only made Liu Feng feel that there was a bone-deep chill on his back in an instant.

Liu Feng raised his head and saw a short and thin middle-aged man. His beard was yellow and sparse, and his skin was dark and yellow, as if he had a long-term lack of nutrition. His appearance was not only not mediocre, but even a little ugly. However, if you look carefully, the pair of small eyes are half open and half full of light, and there is a deep wrinkle like a knife on the flat forehead, as if it contains the gloomy vicissitudes of seeing through the world.

Intuition tells Liu Feng that the strange man in front of him does not seem to be an idle person.

"Give this gentleman a seat." Liu Feng's attitude became polite.

The soldiers were stunned for a moment and couldn't understand why their eldest son was suddenly so polite to a small man, but he did not dare to disobey his orders, so he had to add a futon next to the main case with a blank heart.

The middle-aged man was not polite at all. He not only sat down calmly, but also smiled and said, "It's cold. A cup of warm tea to dispel the cold is the way to treat guests."

This man was like he had come to his own home. He even asked for tea. The soldiers who escorted him were immediately angry and were about to be scolded, but they were banned by Liu Feng.

"Let's pour him a cup of hot tea."

Liu Feng smiled slightly, and the eagle was walking up and down in this middle-aged man, and he was suspicious of this person's identity and origin.

The seat was also available, and the tea was also served. The middle-aged man enjoyed it rudely, as if everyone around him was transparent air, and he regarded it as non-existent.

After hanging around Liu Bei, Liu Feng has been trained to have a pair of fiery eyes. What is hypocritical acting and what is real expression can't escape his keen eyes.

Therefore, Liu Feng could see that the mediocre man in front of him did everything according to his surname, and it was difficult to see the flaw of bluff.

Looking at the middle-aged man's chill, Liu Feng arched his hand and asked, "I'm Liu Feng, I haven't asked Mr. Gao's name yet."

The middle-aged man still bowed his head and drank tea, as if he hadn't heard Liu Feng's words. After a long time, he slowly squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Pang Tong."

Pang Tong!

The thunderous name brought a deep shock to Liu Feng in an instant. He really didn't expect that the one sitting in front of him at this moment was the legendary Fengchu, who was as famous as Zhuge Liang.

'It's really a big surprise.'

After Pang Tong reported his family, all Liu Feng's previous speculations were clear. The strange and unpretious person in front of him is a master who can influence the situation in the world. The words and behavior of the masters are somewhat strange and reasonable.

Liu Feng hurriedly restrained his appearance and saluted: "It turned out to be Mr. Shi Yuan. Feng has admired him for a long time. I don't know that he is coming. Please forgive me for the rudeness."

Pang Tong has the self-esteem of a master, but it does not mean that he is not polite. Seeing that Liu Fengbin is polite, he also got up and bowed: "It's just a leisurely crane. General Liu's words are heavy. I just want to go west this time. I don't know if General Liu can let him go.

From Lushan West is Wulin, which is Cao Yan's base camp. Does Pang Tong want to join Cao Yan on this trip?

When his mind flew around, Liu Feng suddenly thought of something. He was silent for the time being, but he looked embarrassed: "If it's normal, I have to send my husband all the way in person, but at present, the waters of Jiangxia have been blocked by martial law. Anyone who wants to cross the river must hold a licensed pass. Sir, you don't have this proof. If I let you go west, I'm afraid it will violate the military order.

Liu Feng found such an excuse that he couldn't want to leave Pang Tong for the time being. For a long time, he had hoped that a wise man would give him some advice, and the Fengchu sent in front of him was the perfect candidate. Since he met him, how could Liu Feng let him leave easily?

Pang Tong's squealty lips squirmed slightly. He took a silk book from his arms and said with a smile, "I left in a hurry and didn't have time to apply for a pass, but this thing may let General Liu go."

Liu Feng took the silk book and unfolded it to see that it was a short letter, and the handwriting of the letter looked a little familiar. After thinking about it carefully, it turned out to be Zhuge Liang's handwriting.

There is only a short line on the letter: the opportunity of success or failure depends on Shiyuan, and you must let it go.