The heavy rain was pouring, and it took less than half an hour to submerge the road. Slowly, the rain became lighter, but it was a long-lasting momentum. It seemed that it would fall until night. A group of people who were originally just avoiding the heavy rain were trapped in the inn.

Yang Feng sat in the room, opened the door, and didn't care if he saw the rain sweeping in. He couldn't get on the road today, no matter what, he could only wait until tomorrow, hoping that everything would be in time.

Why did Chunyu Xiao sneak into the capital? For him, it was the most dangerous place in the world. What does the so-called "new emperor's aura" mean? Did Chunyu Xiao find a new target of seduction? Yang Fengsi thought about it and felt that there was only one possibility.

There was a noise outside, and although the rain was loud, it could not suppress the shouting.

Four followers were in the same room as Yang Feng. One of them looked at the Zhongchangshi, left the house in the rain, and came back soon, bowed and said, "Three rural farmers wanted to come in to shelter from the rain, but were stopped by the postmaster, so they quarreled."

Yang Feng nodded, not caring it to heart. Just as the entourage was about to return to his position, Yang Feng changed his mind and said, "Summon them in."

"Yes." Yang Feng's followers were all confidants he trained himself. He followed his advice and never asked a single word.

Not long after, the three farmers followed their followers from the rain and stood at the door and dared not enter the house.

The three of them are quite different. The old one is in their sixties and is so thin that they are only bones left. The belly is high, barefoot, rolling up their trousers, holding grass hats in both hands, and nodding at the adults in the house with a smile, "Sir, the rain is too heavy, we can't get on the road, we have to use the eaves to hide from the rain, but we didn't expect to hit the adults."

The other man was in his thirties and was a big man with a black and strong man. He was wearing straw sandals and a straw hat in his hand. He lowered his head and said nothing, as if he was a little afraid of the officials.

The last one was a teenager, half hiding behind the black man.

Yang Feng looked at the three of them for a while and said, "Since you are taking shelter from the rain, come in the house."

The old man bowed repeatedly and stood at the door, not daring to get too close to the official position, and the young man hid more tightly.

Yang Feng said: "Brother-in-law lives a long life?"

"Master Cheng asked, the old man is fifty-three years old this year, and he is a miserable person with wind and sun, and looks older." The old man bowed and nodded every time he said something.

"Are you natives?"

"Yes, sir, my ancestors live here and have never left."

"How far is this place from Hangu Pass?"

"That's half a day."

Yang Feng was silent for a while and asked again: "Does the customs here often travel on horseback?"

The old man smiled and said, "What do you say? Master, only nobles can ride horses. It is good for people like us to ride a donkey. Usually, we have to walk on these feet."

"That's strange. It's only half a day to ride a horse from Hangu Pass. If you don't ride a horse, how can you know it's half a day?"

The old man tilted his head more frequently, "Although the little old man was not lucky enough to ride a horse, I heard that the adults must ride a horse, so the little old man said it was half a day. If he wanted to walk, he would get up before dawn, and he would have to reach the gate after dark. However, the door was closed at that time and he could not get in."

Yang Feng nodded and turned his eyes to the old man, "That black man, come and report to the name."

The black man kept his head down, not as obedient as the old man, and was somewhat forced. When he heard the question, he said in a muffled voice: "Sir, the little people's name is Zhang Tiegeda."

"As the name of people, are you really as hard as an iron lump?"

"Sir, you're kidding. How can you be so tough when you name a little people randomly?"

"Is that so? I heard that there was a Tie-headed Hu Saner in the world, who had a head trained like copper and iron. He once competed with the white horse Zhao Qianjin, and hit the sledgehammer with one head. Both sides took three steps back without a distinction between victory and loss, and became famous by this battle."

The black man did not say anything, and the old man smiled apologized: "Sir, we rude villagers, only know that we have a lot of iron lumps, and we have never heard of iron heads."

"The rumors in the world are mostly untrue. Zhao Qianjin was shot to death by a random arrow. Hu Saner's iron head was probably a false reputation. If he cut it down, he would discipline him in the different parts of his body and head."

The old man was still smirking, and the black man couldn't help but shouted, "I've seen through it, why are you pretending? Get on!"

As soon as the black man spoke, the old man and the young man had already acted. He drew a short sword from the back of the big man. The old man jumped high, and the young man rolled out from the middle of the big man's legs, and rushed towards Yang Feng in two directions.

Yang Feng couldn't sit upright on the chair. Since he left Baima County, he had been guarding against assassins, so he was not panicked at all. Behind him, four followers raised their right arms at the same time, and showed off the arm crossbow that had been hiding behind him. The trigger was fired, and two arrows shot at the old man in the air, and the other two arrows attacked the black man and the young man respectively.

The room where Yang Feng was located was already the largest in the inn. Even so, there was not much room for movement. The arrow was like lightning and it was impossible to avoid it. The old man in the air rose again in an instant and jumped on the beam of the house. The boy on the ground suddenly changed direction, rolled towards the door, and avoided the crossbow arrow. Only the black man opposite was slightly slower, got an arrow on his shoulder, roared out of his mouth, and still rushed towards the target.

Four followers drew their swords in their hands, one person protected Yang Feng with his body in close proximity, and three of them faced the battle. Three followers rushed in outside the door to assist, and more were guarding outside.

The battle didn't last long, and the black man was first knocked down. Two knives were placed on his neck, so he didn't dare to move. After all, he was a flesh and blood body, and could not match copper and iron.

The young man fought against two with one and was forced to the corner after a few moves, and was struggling and unable to hold on for long.

Only the old man was temporarily safe on the beam of the house. The two guards jumped several times, but they were all repelled by him.

Yang Feng said without raising his head, "Du Tutian, a sword immortal, but unfortunately there is a house covering on his head. You can't touch the sky anymore. If you want your grandson's life, just jump down."

The boy shouted: "Grandpa, don't worry about me..."

The old man Du Motian could see clearly above that his grandson was indeed not the opponent of the official, so he couldn't help but sigh, "Don't hurt my grandson, I'll come down."

The two guards stopped and still held the boy with their knives.

Du Motian threw the short sword first, then jumped down, stood up and looked at Yang Feng with his head held high, without looking at him, without any rural farmer.

"Tietou Hu Saner, Du Tutian, and Du Chuanyun, why are there only you three? Why didn't the others come?"

The other party even had the name of his grandson, and Du Motian sighed again, "You are indeed not simple. You live in the deep palace and know us, the people in the martial arts world. I also said that Zhao Qianjin was in the White House in Baima County, how could he die at the hands of a eunuch and dozens of officers and soldiers? It turns out... there are scum in the martial arts world to inform you."

"Transmit your news? You are not conspiring, so it is not difficult to inquire about your affairs. How can a hero from the world be able to help you and avenge your friends? The day after Zhao Qianjin was killed, forty or fifty rich men from the world gathered in Baima County and vowed to avenge him. Two days later, they gathered in Linzi City, and the number of people reached more than 120. From noon to night, they vowed to take revenge again, and the location was chosen near Hangu Pass. But when they set off the next day, there were only more than 50 people left, and the others were all looking for excuses to leave. Am I right?"

Du Motian was stunned. He never expected that an imperial envoy or a eunuch would pay attention to things in the world.

Tietou Hu Saner, who was lying on the ground, angrily said, "Those guys are ungrateful and afraid of death. There are only thirteen of us..."

"Speak less!" Du Mutian shouted, and Hu Saner was shocked and hurriedly shut up.

"Only thirteen people." Yang Feng shook his head, "You are ambushing outside Hangu Pass and planning to attack, but this heavy rain has ruined the matter, so you three pretend to be rural farmers and come to find out the news."

"Since you know everything, we have nothing to say. Zhao Qianjin's friends are all over the world. If you kill us today, someone will avenge him in the future." Du Tutian turned his head and looked at his grandson, "There will also be someone to avenge us."

"Of course, I'll wait for you for a month." Yang Feng took the teacup from his entourage and took a sip. "The tea is cold after the person leaves. After a month, you will be just an exaggerated legend. In the legend, I am a despicable and shameless person, and you are a righteous man. This is probably the revenge of the Jianghu."

Du Motian became more and more shocked when he heard it, "Your Excellency...who is the sacred place?"

Yang Feng did not answer, and a follower walked into the outside, his whole body was soaked, and he whispered: "Mr. Yang, that person is here."

"I'm sure it's him?" Yang Feng asked.

"What my subordinates saw with their own eyes."

Yang Feng stood up and said to Du Tutian: "This rain ruined your ambush and almost ruined my major event, but my luck was better than yours. Do you believe that there are really people in the world who can touch the sky with one hand?"

Du Motian really couldn't understand what Yang Feng was saying, "Don't be proud, you haven't entered Hangu Pass, and you haven't returned to the capital."

Yang Feng walked out and stopped at the door, "Stay them overnight and wait for the other ten to come to save people, if they really know how to come."

Yang Feng walked out of the door and immediately a follower held an umbrella to block the rain for him.

It was dark and the rain was much lighter. The water in the yard had accumulated half a foot deep. Yang Feng waded the water and walked forward under the guidance of another follower, without any other protectors around him.

The inn welcomed a group of new guests, all of whom were officers in armor. There were not many people, only about twenty. They were obviously rushing in the rain, their bodies were wet, and the rain flowed down the armor.

The war between Qi State was Fang Ping, and smoke from the north rose again. Military officials often went to the capital to deliver letters. The postmaster was not surprised at all and was busy arranging rooms for them and taking care of the horses.

Yang Feng walked to a room, and several officers held the handle of the knife in their hands and looked at the visitor coldly, recognizing that the man was a eunuch, and refused to salute.

Yang Feng clasped his fists and said, "Please report it to you, the Central General Yang Feng asked to see Grand Tutor Cui."

The officers' faces changed, and they said one by one: "There is no..."

Someone walked out of the room, signaled the officer to shut up, and said to Yang Feng: "Your Madam Yang is fine."

It was indeed the Grand Tutor Cui Hong. Yang Feng's heart that had been raised for a long time finally came back. He didn't care about the revenge of the heroes in the world. All those he was obsessed with were Chunyu Xiao and Cui Hong. Now, he finally caught one of them in time.

"Yang has been here for a long time and wants to say a few words to the Grand Tutor. If the Grand Tutor is willing to listen, maybe you and I can go back to the capital together, if you don't listen-"

"how?"

"Yang is willing to splatter blood with the Grand Tutor on the spot."

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