After leaving Harbin, Feng did not return to City A. He wanted to be alone. Too many killings and sacrifices made him a little confused, not only questioning his beliefs, but also the so-called justice. Feng has always believed that justice is the protection of the weak, but the strong eating the weak is also a rule, which is more suitable for the strong. The strong themselves are not wrong, and the rules are not wrong, so what is wrong? Is it me
Feng couldn't think of all this, so he chose to leave and wandered down the long railroad track. The weather was getting colder and colder, and Baixue could no longer see any traces of melting. It wasn't until Song Tao interrupted Feng's meditation that he suddenly reached Daxinganling.
The coldness of the extreme north is not the same as the harsh winter of North China. The low temperature not only keeps the ice and snow from melting, but also calms the irritability in people's hearts. The sound of waves is faintly scented with pine, and the returning birds that occasionally pass by , The sunset is exceptionally magnificent, and Feng's heart that was difficult to let go of is also quiet, sitting quietly on the side of the road, enjoying a moment of harmony with his eyes closed.
After listening to Song Taofeng, he remembered the demon sword Ji Haifeng, who had a fate a few months ago. The deer sword was still caged in his sleeve. Since he had arrived in this far north, he had to visit Ji Haifeng’s place. Live in the woods of Laojingou. I don't know how this peerless warrior who has passed the heart demon is doing now
Laojingou is also called Yanzhigou. It has a total length of 14 kilometers and is a tributary of the Emur River. It is famous for its gold production. Yanzhigou has a history of more than 100 years since its discovery. The sand here has been sifted dozens of times, but gold can still be scoured today, which shows the richness of gold reserves here. Laojingou is not only a treasure place for gold diggers, but also an excellent forest farm. In a small village, Feng found out about the whereabouts of Ji Haifeng.
"You must be the living mountain god of ours. It is said to be in the mountain over there, but usually no one passes by. There used to be a gold mine, but it was scrapped." The speaker was in his early fifties. The old man, at first glance, is a person who has lived in the woods all his life. There is a sense of boldness and uprightness that belongs to the old Jingou people.
"How do you call him a mountain god?" Feng asked curiously. Ji Haifeng is not a fairy, let alone a ghost. The Ji Haifeng he described is still pertinent. He is more than seventy years old and has a fierce spirit in his body. He walks like the wind and is good at using swords. Although Ji Haifeng is known as a seal knife, he also needs a knife to live in the forest farm.
"Hey, he is a godlike character. I have seen the living mountain god cut off a pine tree with a thick arm with a branch that was broken off by hand! Where do ordinary people have such a skill? The shadow disappeared, and the lady of Gong disappeared in the blink of an eye. What is this not a mountain god? But he even said that he was an ordinary person. I have not seen such an unusual ordinary person in my 50s. "When the old man mentioned the Living Mountain God, he was full of admiration.
It’s no wonder that the villagers have a myth of Ji Haifeng. Since the departure of City A, Ji Haifeng has abandoned the demon sword but has gone to a higher level. Breaking branches and trees is obviously at the level of soldiers. As for ghosts and gods, they are naturally unpredictable. Needless to say, Lightning Mink rarely failed in his life, but he still couldn't help Ji Haifeng after abandoning his sword.
"Thank you, uncle, I'm his friend, I'm about to go to the mountain to find him." Feng smiled and bowed slightly, the old man in front of him was stunned, "What are you talking about, you belong to the mountain god Friend? Are you also a god?" Feng said with a smile: "Where are gods? We are all ordinary people. It's getting late, and I have to go into the mountains. Goodbye uncle." He walked in the direction he pointed, holding the deer-cutting knife in his hand. He believed that Ji Haifeng could feel the familiar sword energy, even if the person holding the knife was an ordinary person who could not martial arts.
Abandoned mine pits can be seen everywhere in Laojingou. The road that the old man refers to is a mine that was abandoned a hundred years ago. On weekdays, few people enter. The forest is surprisingly quiet, and the sound of "squeaking" when stepping on the snow Exceptionally obvious. Feng was looking for the traces of Ji Haifeng. It was lunch time, and it would be great if there was a smoke showing the way. It's a pity that the dense pine forest obscures Feng's sight. Except for the clouds in the sky and the snow on the ground, all that is left is the dancing pine waves.
Feng was not at all anxious, walking forward slowly, looking up at the sky from time to time, the air here was really good, and Feng, who had lived in the city for a long time, felt very satisfied. A thin figure stood in front of Feng in this way, with a fierce murderous intent like an unsheathed sword. The deer knife in Feng's hand resonated with a loud voice.
"Is it a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar?" Feng smiled and handed the Deer Knife in his hand. "Sure enough, this knife is still close to you. I can hardly hold it in my hand." The power to break free told Feng that the person in front of him was undoubtedly Ji Haifeng.
"Just holding a knife and dangling in the woods, I am not afraid of encountering robbers or something." Ji Haifeng said, the oncoming coercion disappeared silently, "Come on, notice it from a distance. With the breath of a demon knife, I blanched the wine and roasted two snow rabbits. I’m waiting for you.” Ji Haifeng’s voice is invariably hoarse, but it is far different from the life-and-death struggle in the last time I met. Friendly outside of Ji Hai style.
The wine is authentic sorghum, the wire of fire is generally hot from the throat to the heart, and the burnt aroma of the snow rabbit meat, smeared with shochu and salt, also has a taste. Feng looked at this simple wooden house carefully. This is Ji Haifeng’s home. On the ground stood a row of plum blossom piles, simple wooden beds, and the thick-waisted stumps were stools. There are a few sheets of rice paper, and the wet ink marks are the four characters "Landscape Jiyue".
Ji Haifeng drank a glass of wine on his own, put down the cup in his hand and rubbed the deer knife. After a long silence, he said: "Mr. Liang has been defeated?" He believed that Feng was not here to ask for help. Jun Chou dared to go to the far north of the east alone, then the Liang family must have been defeated.
Feng was surprised by Ji Haifeng's keen insight, and couldn't help but ask, "How do you know that I am not here for help?" Is there any unique news network in this unpopulated forest farm? When Ji Haifeng left, he asked for help with a deer knife.
Ji Haifeng smiled with satisfaction, and had another glass of wine with Feng, "If the Liang family still dominates the east, how can your brothers dare to let you alone in danger?" Ji Haifeng is a peerless warrior and has abandoned his sword crossing Jie's he already had the ability to perceive people's hearts, and the sorrow in Feng's smile gave him a lot of information. "Something in mind?" He probably guessed that the battle was fierce, and the casualties were probably heavy. Could it be that the King Kong guy died? Could it be that Lightning Mink actually took the shot