In ancient times, transportation and communication were very inconvenient. Zhou Qingfeng stood in the horse market outside Fushun Pass. He could only see, hear, and smell the people and things within fifty meters of him — peddlers, livestock, carriages, and mud. All of these things were colliding, shouting, and shouting, as well as the disgusting smell they emitted together.
Last night, Zhou Qingfeng failed to escape. He was entangled by the bald barbarian Ba Tu, who asked him to come up with some ideas. That 'old woman Yehe' did not bother him again, but when Mangurdai came back, he cursed in the tent all night, making people restless.
In fact, Zhou Qingfeng had nowhere to go. After sleeping in the broken house in the horse market for a night, he woke up in the morning with a stinky body. There was no clean water, no clean clothes, no delicious food, nothing to be happy about. Looking at the horse market that was gradually becoming lively, Zhou Qingfeng only had one trouble after another in his heart.
"Younger brother, what should we do?" Yang Jian also got up, looking at Zhou Qingfeng with a sad face. The two respected cultivators, who were supposed to have a promising future, now had messy hair and wrinkled clothes. They even had not eaten their last meal, and their stomachs were growling. "Older brother, I can't think of any ideas, now we can only rely on you."
"Master, do you have any relatives or friends that we can rely on?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
"No." Yang Jian shook his head, "Even if there is, who will come to help us in the snowy weather?"
There was no living Lei Feng these days, who would come to Zhou Qingfeng's rescue?
Zhou Qingfeng looked at the several tents of the Mongolians. Mangurdai cursed all night, and now it was finally quiet. He guessed that the Mongolian leader probably drank too much, and when he was drunk, he did not care about anything. Probably it was this kind of stupid and bold waste who dared to marry a dangerous woman like 'old woman Yehe'. Anyway, Zhou Qingfeng could not count on him.
It was impossible for Yang Jian to leave Gu Yuanwei and escape alone, but it was even more impossible for Zhou Qingfeng to escape with Gu Yuanwei. As Zhou Qingfeng was thinking about how to get the best of both worlds, the bald barbarian Ba Tu came over and said, "The female master asked me to call you over, she has something to discuss with you."
Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head and followed him, thinking that he should at least get some breakfast. Ba Tu led him to the largest tent, lifted the curtain, and invited him in. The tent was spacious, and light shone through the top, so it was not stuffy. Manguldai was sleeping on a blanket with his hands and feet spread out. 'Old woman Yehe' was kneeling on the other side, washing her face and rinsing her mouth. Several maids were helping her with her braids.
The woman glanced at Zhou Qingfeng and pointed to a short table with horse milk, dried meat, and tea inside the tent, indicating that it was prepared for him. Zhou Qingfeng didn't stand on ceremony. He sat on the floor, rinsed his mouth with tea, and started eating. After all, if he did not eat, he would not have any physical strength, let alone spiritual power.
Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng did not resist, the woman said, "You three are in such a bad situation, but you are not willing to give up. You must have encountered some difficulties, right? Is there anything I can help you with? "
Zhou Qingfeng was eating a piece of goat cheese. He was a little surprised when he heard this. This woman actually knew how to use soft tactics. He asked, "What should I call you?"
"The people in the tribe call me He Zhuo, and the servants call me master," the woman said. "It depends on what you want to call me."
"I call you sister He Zhuo, it should be okay, right?" Zhou Qingfeng said.
Knowing that Zhou Qingfeng would not be her servant, the noble lady of the Yehe tribe snorted, which was a silent agreement. Zhou Qingfeng finished his breakfast, drank a few cups of tea, and said, "I have a big problem. It is my own big problem."
He Zhuo glanced at Zhou Qingfeng. It was her turn to listen to the story. However, Zhou Qingfeng's story was much simpler. It was mainly about Gu Yuanwei forcibly infusing him with true essence, which caused the true essence to be incompatible with his bones. "I want to change to a true essence that is compatible with me."
"You little slippery fellow, you clearly want to change your master." He Zhuo ridiculed, "But I really can't help you with this matter. We Female Daoists rely on our own outstanding talent to comprehend, or we rely on the tribe's shaman to infuse guidance. As far as I know, if a person wants to change to a foreign true essence, they must first find the person who infused the true essence to take it back. Otherwise, others will not be able to do it. "
"You mean that I have to first cure my master's serious injury, and then let him remove the master-disciple relationship and let me go?" Zhou Qingfeng asked, "Can you cure Gu Yuanwei's injury?"
"I can't." He Zhuo smiled and shook his head, "But I know who can."
"Your Yehe tribe's shaman?"
"No." He Zhuo continued to shake his head, "I am not begging you to be my servant now. Just help me think about how to transport a batch of weapons that are detained in Fushun. There are eight hundred sets of cotton armor, one hundred sets of rolled armor, and fifty sets of chainmail. They are all things that we urgently need. "
The Ming Dynasty had strict control over iron weapons at the border. They were not even willing to sell hoes. Among weapons, armor and crossbows were more important than swords and spears. Having armor and not having armor were two completely different things. There was a world of difference in fighting power. The Ming Dynasty's control was somewhat similar to the American Eagle Sauce's high-tech output to the rabbits, which was to choke them.
However, at the end of every dynasty, any system often became empty talk. Fushun was very close to Shenyang, and Shenyang was the most important part of Liaodong's border defense. There were many craftsmen there. The poor craftsmen were eager to make more weapons and armor to sell to the Jurchen people in the north. This was the real work that could support their families. And the people who did this business were all the big and small border generals in Liaodong.
Now that the Nurhachi had come to their door, the Yehe tribe could not wait to transport this batch of armor back to equip the soldiers. Unfortunately, things went wrong. The Fushun guerrilla Li Yongfang who controlled the border received the money but did not deliver the goods. Zhou Qingfeng now knew why Mangurdai was so angry last night. How could they not hate him to the bone when he suddenly made such a move at a critical juncture?
"The Ming Army guards the border wall and the border. They do not allow us Jurchen people and Mongolians to enter the Daming territory at will. Right now we know very well that the armors are stored in Fushun, not far from here, but we still can't get our hands on them. "Hezhuo said," We must have someone to help us, and that person must be smart. "
"You can't find anyone to help you in Fushun? Or spend more money. "
"The one who blocked us is the Fushun guerrilla Li Yongfang. He is the biggest leader in Fushun. Who can help us at this time? And we didn't bring enough money this time. If we go back and bring money back, I am afraid that Nurhachi has already attacked Yehe. We can't find anyone else now, so we can only try you. If you can help us, I can show you the way to save your master. "
"I helped you so much, and you just show me the way?"
"What else do you want? Think about it carefully. You have to make a decision quickly. If there is no other way today, I can only lead the team back to Yehe. "He Zhuo looked at Mangurdai who was drunk in the tent and quickly looked away. She raised her head stubbornly with hatred.
Zhou Qingfeng frowned. How could he think of a way? He knew nothing about Li Yongfang. He had no hands and no information. There was no way. At this time, someone suddenly called Zhou Qingfeng outside the tent. After a while, the bald Mang Tu came in and said, "Han boy, your men are looking for you."
My men? I am alone, where can my men come from?
Zhou Qingfeng got up and walked out. He was surprised to find that his' men 'were Wang and Zhang, the two small leaders who robbed the Dragon King Temple with him a few days ago. These two people came looking for him with a group of people. As soon as they saw Zhou Qingfeng, they rushed over and cried, "Boss, you have to save us. As soon as you leave, the dog officials in the city will force us to death. You have to give us justice! "
Zhou Qingfeng's expression was as if he had received a lottery message. He was confused, puzzled, and a little annoyed. He organized the spear team to attack the Dragon King Temple for his own luck. The spear team was like toilet paper to him. Before using it, it was indispensable. After using it, it was impossible to avoid it. He had never thought of continuing to lead this motley crew. Who knew that this group of people would find him again.
"How did you find me?"
"Boss showed his power here yesterday and fought bravely against the Mongolian barbarians. This story has spread all over Fu Shun City. When we heard the news, we came here early in the morning to seek shelter. "
Zhou Qingfeng's image as a wimpy kid was too eye-catching. As soon as he appeared on the stage, it was impossible for others not to notice him. As long as someone said 'an eight-year-old child who can use lightning', it was definitely him.
"Then why are you looking for me?"
"We heard that Great Leader managed to subdue dozens of Mongolian warriors with his own strength and even became brothers with the Mongolian leader. After we came here, we carefully inquired and found that Boss is really powerful. Now, we only hope that Boss will take us in. We will do anything for you without any complaints. "
It was unknown who was spreading the rumor about Zhou Qingfeng, but the person had exaggerated yesterday's fight to the extreme. The person had even gone deep into editing the story, turning it into a rather legendary folktale. Although the two leaders of the Wang family and Zhang family said that they were heroic, they actually had no other choice. They originally thought that with a cultivator as their backing, they would not dare to say that they could do whatever they wanted in Fu Shun, but at least they could make a living.
Who would have thought that Zhou Qingfeng would just leave and provoke the Embroidered Uniform Guards and the East Faction Guards? The Wang family and the Zhang family were instantly in trouble. They fled Fu Shun City in a panic and wandered into the countryside. Now that they heard that Zhou Qingfeng had hooked up with the Mongolians in the horse market, they came to try their luck. In any case, other than following Zhou Qingfeng to the end, they had no other choice.
Yang Jian saw that Zhou Qingfeng was surrounded by a group of people who looked like old farmers and quickly came to see the situation. Knowing that there was a group of people coming to seek shelter, he suddenly felt a bit warm and said, "Shidi, when did you gather so many people? But it's good to have these people. At least you can find a place for Master to settle down and not hide in this messy horse market. Shidi, quickly agree. "
Agree? Agree to raise a group of old farmers who knew how to rob? Did they know what the consequences would be if they could not satisfy their needs? If it was just to take care of Gu Yuanwei, they could just spend some money to hire people. There was no need to go through so much trouble. Zhou Qingfeng felt that his Shixiong was really too naive.
But with Yang Jian's involvement, the two leaders hurriedly tried to get close to Yang Jian. Yang Jian also pretended to show off a little technique to these people, immediately winning the applause of the whole hall and several pairs of arms kneeling on the ground and hugging his thigh. But seeing that he was having so much fun, Zhou Qingfeng could only roll his eyes.
At this time, He Zhuo came out of the tent and hurriedly walked to Zhou Qingfeng's side. She first looked at the subordinates who came to seek shelter with Zhou Qingfeng in surprise, then said in a low voice, "I just got the news that Li Yongfang that bastard sold the armor we paid for to Nurhachi. Let me ask you, do you have a way to do it once? "
"Do who?" Without waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to speak, his two subordinates rushed to interrupt, "Who does the boss want to do? We will do it without any hesitation. "
Zhou Qingfeng said in a bad mood, "Do Nurhachi and Li Yongfang, do you have the ability?"
"We are just lowly lives, as long as the boss is willing to take the lead, what is there to be afraid of?" The two leaders were determined to stay by Zhou Qingfeng's side, no matter what he said, they would agree.
He Zhuo also noticed that the situation had changed a little, and said again, "If you agree to do this, I will tell you how to save your master."
Hearing that there was a way to save Gu Yuanwei, Yang Jian was even more excited and used all his strength to grab Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder, "What? Can save my master? Shidi, what are you hesitating for? Do it, no matter who you want to do it, I will not say anything. "
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